1. Artist -- Chapter 3


    Date: 4/27/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Charlotte_, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    see the flush of her skin, the taut breasts, the immediate post-orgasm breathing, the sweat glistening on her, the light dew on her pale pubes that meant someone had been kissing her there just moments before. "Did Marie do that?" She smiled enigmatically. "The drawing, or the orgasm?" I blushed again, deeper than ever, and sighed. "I could tell who did the drawing." "The drawing only. The orgasm came from a stranger. I never saw her again." "Did you want to?" She smiled, sadly. "I don't know. No. I was thinking of you as she was doing it." She approached with a few raspberries. Placed one on my tongue. I held it there for a moment, with my eyes closed, and she leaned in to kiss me, sharing the berry as we crushed it with our tongues. Once again she placed my hand on her breast, squeezing my fingers harder on her nipple. Her other hand was skillfully undoing the buttons on my blouse, slipping up my bra to touch my nipple. I could scarcely breathe, desperate to keep my eyes open and see her, but they kept closing to kiss her deeper. Just as suddenly, she took a step back to look at me. I was aware of having one bare breast, one with the bra cup just barely hanging on, a little raspberry juice on my chin. All I knew was I wanted to see her. All of her. Touch her. All of her. I fumbled with the mother-of-pearl buttons holding her blouse closed, opened it to see her pale breasts, the flush on her chest, the nipples and areolas rose colored, standing, demanding attention. I ...
    slipped the silk away from her collar bones, stroked her underarms and arms as I let it fall to the floor. Although I was reluctant to let her turn away for even a moment, I turned her to the side so I could undo the button and clasp holding the zipper in the side of the olive skirt, slid it down her legs, and drew down her slip and panties. A golden ray of sunlight fell directly on her light downy pubes, and the scent of her as I lowered her panties seemed to fill the room. She undid my skirt, slipping it and my underclothes down my thighs in a single smooth movement, and then, with the barest of touches on my hip, guided me to the love seat, never unlocking her eyes from mine. Taking my fingers to her lips, she playfully licked and suckled each finger in succession, then guided my hand to her damp curls as she leaned in to kiss me. So soft, so fine. I stroked her hair and touched her thighs, wanting to devour and touch her, take her gently, possess her, kiss her everywhere. Awkwardly I tried to kneel between her thighs without breaking the kiss or moving my hand from her sex. She smiled gently and slipped my panties off my calves and helped me into position. Her nipples tightened still further as I touched them, and I bent to take one and then the other in my mouth. Her heart was pounding, as was mine, making her nipples quiver as I moved from one to the other. My breasts almost leapt into her hands as she licked her fingers and circled my areolas. Tentatively I kissed down her ...
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