1. It Cost a Coffee


    Date: 6/9/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    between her own legs she could feel the slippery moisture beginning to make itself obvious. Squeezing her thighs surreptitiously, she leaned forwards trying to find some control for her typing fingers. Leaning forwards like this, because of the height of the table in front of her upon which she had placed her netbook, was becoming uncomfortable as her breathing became heavier but her stomach was restricted by its pressure on her legs and made her feel very conscious of the exaggerated movement as she tried so hard to control her breathing. She stared at the screen but still there was just a jumble of words. Again her eyes wandered over the top of the screen at she looked at those perfect, shiny black nylon knees and gasped! Now she could see beyond the tops of the stockings. Those wonderful legs were now just separated sufficiently for her to see... Her heart stopped for a millisecond, for what she could see made her head spin. She looked up at the beautiful young woman who was gazing directly at her. “You're not wearing...” she breathed with tremendous effort as her lungs just didn't seem to be working properly any more. “No,” the young woman smiled, parting her legs just a little more, “I never do.” The woman turned her eyes back down and felt her own moisture bubbling inside of her. The pit of her stomach was filled with seemingly millions of butterflies, fluttering, and her breathing was laboured now. Inside she trembled uncontrollably. She saw the prettiest, smoothest ...
    flower, glistening with tiny beads of its own moisture decorating the almost totally hidden lips and just the tip of a tiny button beginning to peep from the top of this sweet valley. The woman flexed her thigh muscles again, trying to control the heat that was generating there and looked back at the beautiful face and smouldering eyes of this amazing female. “Do you like it?” The words rang in her ears and were almost lost in the noise of the blood hissing in her ears and pounding of her heartbeat, deafening. The woman nodded, slowly, jerkily. “Yes,” she whispered, unable to hide the nerves, the lust, in her voice. “Can you afford it?” The question stunned her and snapped her back to reality. “You mean you're a...?” the sentence cut short for fear of offence. The young nymph nodded, still smiling. “An escort, call girl, prostitute. Call me what you will.” The woman's legs trembled as she considered the implications of what she just heard but it was too late. Her blood was racing through her veins and her brain was flooded now, unable to think rationally. “How much do you...” “One thousand pounds,” came the matter of fact reply, “For the whole night.” Now her arms were trembling, she was losing all normal functions of thought and movement. She was so hot now! “But that's... I can't... I don't have that amount of money.” In a way, she was relieved. She didn't have it, couldn't afford it, problem solved. For a moment or two, their eyes locked, searching into each others soul, the ...
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