This was really something.
The room is lit only by candles, and a single, small red led stares unblinkingly from the corner. Emily is watching.
My long, white evening dress flows behind me and underneath it, I am totally naked, Alice is in her evening dress too, bra-less, although I can make out some visible panty line.
She approaches me and wraps her arms around my waist. I smell the freshness of her mingled with unmistakable feminine scents. I must admit, I have cheated slightly. The scene I dabbed behind my ears came from no bottle.
Alice kisses me. Once, twice, three time, four….each deeper and involving her tongue…are pierced younger that has driven me wild when is first touched my clit.
I feel up her back for her zipper and slowly tug it downwards. I slip first one, then another shoulder strap off her and peel her dress off and it falls in a crumpled heap at her feet.
Alice slips first one, then the other shoulder strap from me and carefully undies the buttons down the front until my dress too joins hers on the floor.
This looks like romantic love…but it is anything but. This is pure, unadulterated lust masquerading as love. I know my wife is watching. I know she is masturbating, but more than that, I know she is urging me on.
Alice kisses my neck, then goes higher, behind my ear. She whispers, “Mmmm…you dirty bitch…I can smell your cunt….I can taste your cunt. I know what you’ve done.” A hand slips between my legs and finds my wetness. “See? You’re really ready for this, aren’t you?” Ready? She has no idea! Masturbation is all very well, but I am starved for female physicality right now. I so desperately need another girl’s touch.
I glance down and smile inwardly to myself. Alice is wearing a pair of mid to dark blue bikinis. Just my colour and just my style. I shiver at the anticipation of what may come next.
“Get on the bed.” Alice’s order carries just the perfect level of dominance that I seek. I crawl on the bed, now stripped to just a sheet and a mattress protector. “Spread your legs.” I draw my feet up and open my knees. I actually feel my labia part, followed by the slow ooze of wetness as it slides down from my hole and over my perineum before kissing my bum hole. I’ve been wet all day, but now…it’s another world.
Alice makes no move to remove her panties. She crawls slowly onto the bed kissing up my legs as she goes. “You dirty bitch….I’m going to fuck you senseless.” Oh God yes please! I suddenly realise how rough I want her to be. She kisses up to my vagina, and I settle back for a world-class cunt licking, and almost mew in disappointment when, after one cursory kiss of my clit, she keeps going…up my belly, to my boos, to my mouth. I’m panting in desperation! She pulls away from the kiss to smile that panty-wetting smile she has. Then, “You horny cunt!” On the word cunt three fingers dart inside me stretching me wide and pushing in deep. I gasp as if my hymen was being torn. My entire body tingles and screams with pleasure. Alice fucks me expertly with those long, sensuous fingers. I find my pelvis matching her rhythm as my bum cheeks tense and relax in time with her thrusts.
She’s become good at this. Without pausing, or even disturbing her rhythm, which, by the way is the precise speed and depth I enjoy, (I showed her a video of me an Allan fucking and it seems she learned much from it) she slowly turns herself on the bed until her legs straddle my face. I see the large damp patch between her legs, and raise my face to inhale her. She has obviously worn these all day. I smell cunt, of course, but also the sharp tang of pee. I am filled with lust. I want her to pee on me more than I want my next heartbeat.
Then I see the material tent and I know she is fingering herself. I pray I know why. When the hand withdraws, I know my wish will be fulfilled. I feel it. Wet, and slick with her juices, Alice presses her middle finger deep up my bum,I’m so close! All I need is….
The drip becomes a stream, and the steam carries her pheromones with is, amplified a thousand times. I cry out, savagely, primally as my orgasm rapes my willing body. I know beyond doubt Emily has also just cum with me.
The rest of the night is one of depravity, denying one another nothing. Our sex is mobile too, taking in the balcony, the garden, even the stables, where the hot sweet smell of horse adds something to our sex. Back in my wet room, we cover one another in the products of our bodies, and cum for the final time.
A shower, and we collapse on the bed after changing the sheet. Tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow, I shall show her the strap-on. Tomorrow, I shall fuck her.
Author:Wetgirl2 | Category: Sex Stories Female Lesbian
