1. Artist -- Chapter 3


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

    belly and rubbed my face in her soft reddish blonde curls. Her surprisingly muscular thighs opened further for my exploration. She smelled of fine soap and excitement as I kissed and licked her thighs, tentatively touched her hair with my tongue, kissed her lips. I looked up into her eyes. She smiled encouragingly, almost reading my mind as I realized I didn't know the first thing about how to do this. "Here," she said, using her fingers to split her own lips, pointing to her glistening clitoris with one of her thumb. "Touch here." As I tasted her softly, I heard the barest of sighs from her. I met her eyes as I ran my tongue over her button, inhaling her scent as it subtly changed, less flowery and more tangy, musky. Her taste was spicy and a little salty, and she smiled as she moved closer to the edge of the love seat so I could lick her deeper. She caressed my face and hair with one hand as I reached in to open her lips further. Her hand was now bringing my face closer, and I licked her a little harder, which made her gasp. "Oh, Jane, so nice. So nice. Ohh." I licked her, sucked on her clit, tried to remember what Marie had done to me, what I ...
    had imagined doing to Elizabeth all these weeks. Her breathing became more raspy, she was groaning with pleasure, touching my head to encourage me, now almost crying my name. "Ohhh, Jane, ohh, ohhh, ohhh, aaah, ohhhhhh." Her hips were vibrating, legs pressing on my shoulders, and finally she let out one long sigh and gently touched my forehead to tell me "no more." Pulled me up to her face, kissing me fiercely. Slowly her breathing returned to normal. She smiled and kissed me gently, got us up off the sofa and guided us onto the soft, cool duvet. She laid me on my back and sat back on her heels to admire me, touch me all over. My skin was all gooseflesh and electricity as she touched my neck, my hard tingling nipples, my damp pubes, just slightly grazing over my clit peeping out. Responding to her gentle pressure, my legs slowly drifted apart, as if they had minds of their own. She leaned in to touch me with her mouth. Just the lightest feather touch on my clit. "Ohhh, Elizabeth," I murmured. Suddenly, I heard a slow rhythmic clapping sound from the doorway. Marie was standing there, watching, applauding quietly. There was no mirth in her eyes.
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