1. Sextexting


    Date: 7/31/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    exposing her own naked breasts to me. Her big nipples would be sticking out towards me. When she flicked them with her fingers they seemed to spring upwards. Then I would pull my brassiere down and free my breasts before cupping them and bringing each tight, brown coloured nipple to my mouth. As I bent my head forward, I couldn't see what Victoria was doing but from the moans coming from the end of the hallway, I could tell how far she was. "Take your skirt off darling and finger yourself," she would say, her voice a husky whisper, her fingers pressed into her shaven apex. Still swaying my hips I would reach for the tiny zipper and release the tight waistband. The loose garment would usually glide down my moving body revealing my push up's matching panties. Then I'd be standing there, high heels, stockings, sometimes suspenders and sheer lacy underwear. All my lingerie was bought by Victoria. After we became lovers, she went through my underwear drawer with a fine tooth comb, throwing away anything she didn’t like or approve of, explaining she wanted something nice and sexy to look at, peel off or tear to shreds, whichever her mood dictated. In the beginning I wasn’t so sure about her choices but in time I learnt to appreciate the joys of wearing sexy lingerie, how feminine it made me feel, how enthusiastic boyfriends were when they finally got to see it and of course how much it turned Victoria on. "Go baby," she'd urge, "Play with yourself. See if we can cum at the same ...
    time." Then my actions would mimic hers. Leaning with my back against the wall, legs splayed wide and both hands between my thighs. I'd pull my gusset aside and run my fingertips along my vulva, feeling it open up to expose my moist slit. Using my thumb, I'd tease my clit whilst a couple of fingers, having opened up my pussy, were now sliding easily into my pink wetness. Sometimes I'd vary things by turning round and getting on all fours. Then I'd look over my shoulder whilst arching my back and shove my fingers up my back passage. That really turned Victoria on. We would finger ourselves, each looking, watching, daring the other to stop before climaxing. Sometimes it was a race, finished before it had even started but on some occasions, we took our time, making the most of the erotic situation we were creating. And when we orgasm, our screams could have woken up the dead. Often I would be greeted by neighbours, all wearing a knowing smile and curious expression, having heard our release and wondering what the hell had gone on behind our front door. Many’s the time I could feel their eyes burning into my back as we parted ways at the door of our apartment but our I didn’t care. It was all part of our sexual games. Games, which we willingly participated in, to turn on and be turned on. And boy could she turn me on. Only after we'd screamed the building down, our bodies shaking violently as the powerful orgasms racking our bodies, were we allowed to touch each other. That was the ...
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