1. Clara alone


    Date: 9/8/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    awkwardness lifted a little between them. “This way Madam.” Clara led her over to the chaise in one of the rooms at the back of the shop. The woman beamed at it. Her perfume had an expensive dry cleanliness. “Oh isn’t it lovely?” she said. “I do love this designer. I know it’s a cheeky piece but, well it’s for the bedroom anyway isn’t it?” Clara smiled vaguely. To her shame, she knew very little about any of the designers. The chaise looked kind of wobbly as far as she was concerned. Kind of Henry Moore with a few more… wobbles. It was wider at the feet and tapered to support the head. She secretly called it the gyno-couch. “May I?” The woman, for some reason, kicked off her shoes and didn’t wait for Clara’s response before she sat, and then reclined, on the chaise. “How do I look? Would my husband approve, hmm?” She chuckled. The woman had a fine figure and was dressed in a light silk dress. Clara felt an unfamiliar flip in her belly. “Why sweetie!” the woman said, wriggling her hips and getting comfy, “You look like a hungry tiger, you are making me nervous!” Clara felt her ears heat up. “I’ll… umm leave you to-” but the woman held up her hand. She regarded Clara from her regal recline, legs and arms crossed neatly. “Has your awkwardness something to do with what you were watching before I came in?” she said. Clara’s jaw dropped. Her brain tumbled. The woman laughed, running one knee up the other. Lifting her skirt a little. “Oh sweet girl, you were sitting in front of a ...
    mirror! I’m afraid your screen caught my eye as I passed. I had to let you know!” Clara slumped, put her hand to her mouth. She closed her eyes. “Oh I’m so sorry,” she said. The woman started to laugh again, but at the sight of a unexpected tear spilling down Clara’s cheek suddenly jumped to her feet. She tipped Clara’s face to hers. “Oh lovely girl, what are you sorry for? You are young and healthy. I am the one who should apologise for being a filthy old peeping tom!” Clara sniffed a giggle. Somehow filthy and old didn’t seem fitting. “It’s just been… so long,” she said, “I’m going out of my mind.” “Would you like me to go?” the woman said. Clara shook her head. The woman tucked a strand of Clara’s hair behind her ear and thumbed the tear from her cheek. “Good,” she whispered, “because, if I am honest, I rather liked your ah… reflection.” The woman’s eyes seemed to fill the whole room. The thought of those eyes taking Clara in, at her rudest, and enjoying it, made her trickle inside. The woman’s hand lingered at Clara’s cheek. Without a further thought, she brushed her face into it. She closed her eyes and kissed the woman’s palm, rewarded a moment later by exquisitely soft, warm lips. She relaxed her mouth against the woman’s kiss and the invitation was taken in an instant. A gentle, warm tongue sought hers, and squirmed around it. “Oh my,” the woman sighed as they gasped apart. “I didn’t expect this today!” Clara giggled. “Me neither!” she bubbled and felt foolish. “Umm, ...
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