- Lesbian Sex
- The Dream
- Page 3
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"I think you may need this more than me, hon." I said while handing the poncho back to her.
"Please tell me you've checked in." She asked.
"I did. This will only take a swift jaunt to the elevator and we will be in the clear."
She put the poncho on, looking about as ridiculous as you could imagine someone looking wearing a poncho on a totally clear night.
"How do I look?" She asked twirling around.
"Ridiculous... possibly mentally ill. " I said laughing, "... but, somehow sexy as hell; all at the same time."
"I'm a multitasker." She said smiling. I loved how she was just as flippant as me. I've always believed there is no problem in this world that can't have the painful edge worn away by a well-placed joke.
So, into the night we went, arms linked and cackling with amusement at the scenario we found ourselves in. The park was thankfully abandoned but as we neared the hotel I noticed cars parked in front indicating there were people checking-in at this unholy hour.
The sound of a catcall whistle shattered the silence around us and we both turned at once to see where it'd come from. Up the street there was a group of three guys laughing and smoking cigarettes. We flipped them the bird, threw back our shoulders and marched into the hotel. Jodie looked like the sexiest hobo alive while I looked like an attention-seeking bar star who couldn't be bothered to take off the wet shirt that won her the competition.
At first, I thought we were going to make it. The reception desk was facing the entrance but the front desk attendant was fully immersed checking in an elderly couple. Just as we were about 25 meters from the elevator located along the same wall the desk, I heard a voice call out, "excuse me, uh... ladies?"
Ladies was not pronounced in the reverential tone usually associated with the word. It was clear that she didn't think we were ladies at all. I flashed my hotel key card to prove I had a room. While I did this the elderly couple turned around to see what the commotion was about. I could tell the man was none too impressed by our shenanigans interrupting what was once his peaceful check in. The older lady looked much more amused as though it may have been bringing back fond memories.
"Well... I never." The old man said in distain. "What kind of place are you running her anyway?"
Jodie and I didn't pause long enough to hear the attendant's response as we beelined for the elevator. I swiped my card to gain entrance to the elevator which luckily opened almost immediately. Just as it closed I heard the receptionist call out once more, "Excuse me, excuse me, mams! Young ladies..."
We broke down, once safely inside the elevator, in hysterics.
"Oh my God," I panted from laughter, "Did you see the look on that old bastard's face?"
"I think he was afraid his dick might start working again," she said looking at me in my state of undress. "Can't blame him; you look hot... slutty... but hot."
"I'll show you a slut." I declared giggling.
Locking my lips on hers, I darted my tongue into her mouth and she backed me up against the wall while responding with vigour to my kiss. Her poncho crackled like a plastic shopping bag as she tried to find an opening to get her hands out. I couldn't help but start laughing against her lips at the comic nature of the situation; the giggles ended quickly once she got her hands out. She brought her one hand up to my wet chest and teased my hard nipple through my shirt. Meanwhile her other hand snaked its way down to my ass.
"Good thing you have protection," I said with a smirk, "wouldn't want to get you wet."
"Too late." She said with a knowing look indicating just how I'd gotten her wet.
As the elevator continued climbed floors we continued our heavy petting session. Alternatively, kissing lips and necks we carried on until I heard the doors open and the loud intake breath from a clearly offended bystander. Turning around, we both faced a couple of women in their fifties looking none too amused at our production. We both took a bow as we exited the elevator and brushed past them.
"Get a room!" One of the ladies snipped.
"We plan to, thanks!" I called out as I grabbed Jodie hand and pulled her along with me down the hall. We could barely walk we were laughing so hard.
To be continued...
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 4 years agoChapter 3
Such a fun and naughty conclusion. I liked the detail with an old couple giving you odd looks, and how you freaked out those women. This was my favorite part: "She put the poncho on, looking about as ridiculous as you could imagine someone looking wearing a poncho on a totally clear night.
"How do I look?" She asked twirling around.
"Ridiculous... possibly mentally ill. " I said laughing, "... but, somehow sexy as hell; all at the same time."
"I'm a multitasker." She said smiling. I loved how she was just as flippant as me. I've always believed there is no problem in this world that can't have the painful edge worn away by a well-placed joke." So charming. Keep up the great work. I would like to read what happened in the hotel room.
Anonymousover 4 years agoChapter 2
Really erotic and intense chapter. What transpired between you two seemed like a natural progression, and was really well written. The part where you made out in the grass, by the lake, and you ate her pussy, made me so hard. My favorite part was: "As I ran my tongue from her opening to her already hardened clit I was taken aback by how wonderful she tasted. It wasn't as strong a flavour as I imagined it would be, instead it was as refreshing as my cloud fantasy but warm. I wanted to drink her in strongly, in gulps but I knew I needed to hold back and move slowly so as not to overstimulate her sensitive bud. I feathered kisses and little nibbles on her outer lips. In between kisses and nibbles I would lightly run my tongue in between the lips of her pussy. She was very wet and moaning quite loudly now.
She grasped my head and pushed it further down which I took as a sign that I was getting this right. I could feel the grass brushing my own hardened nipples as I ran my tongue firmly up her slit until I reached the throbbing bud of her sex. I moved my tongue around it increasing my pressure as I spiraled it in towards the hardened nub of her clit. She cried out as I applied more pressure on it with my tongue and closed my lips around it sucking while tonguing her clit firmly. She began to cry out gasping as shockwaves of pleasure slammed her to her very core.
Emboldened, I kept going, feeding off her frenzy as her nails raked up my back. I felt certain she must have drawn blood but I didn't care in the slightest. I knew she was close and wanted to feel her explode more than I wanted anything.
In that moment, I decided to take advantage of a move a former boyfriend did that could drive me into a wanton, screaming mess. Following his example, I moved my finger up and slipped it inside her just as I felt her tensing up in precursor to an orgasm. I hooked my finger upwards searching for the firm patch indicating her "g" spot and rubbed in a circular pattern. It didn't take long and she erupted in a furious display of mind bending orgasm. She cried out, clawed my back further, grasped and pulled my hair while pushing my face firmly into her pussy. I sucked her cum as it flowed around my finger, clamped in place by her spasming pussy.
Once she finished, she tugged on my arm and pulled me up to her face drawing me in for a deep passionate kiss. After she had sucked and licked her cum from around my mouth; she pushed my head into the crook of her shoulder where I felt just as satisfied as I knew she did. As I rested my head there, our naked bodies intertwined and she began exploring my flesh with her free hand. She teased and pinched my nipples bringing them to complete attention and I moaned softly as she triggered the pleasure center of my brain. Shifting herself so she was lying on her side, she licked, sucked and fingered me to the quickest orgasm I'd ever had."
So hot. And nice touch with your shirt being thrown into a river LOL. Looking forward to reading more.
Anonymousover 4 years agoChapter 1
Great beginning to a very interesting and titillating story. I like slow-burn erotic stories. The description of your dreams and desires was so intense and sensual, and you explained your apprehension and fears in believable and straightforward way. Your meeting with the receptionist and then the therapist were very descriptive and vivid, and the way you talked to each other and arranged a date sounded very cute and natural. I wonder is the receptionist supposed to be Brittni from your other stories, or at least based on her? This part was really hot: "Her lovely, wavy, strawberry blond hair was loose around her face, accentuating her natural beauty to a breathtaking level. She wore tight blue jeans with rips in the legs wide enough to reveal her toned legs. She wore a tailored shredded shirt that left very little to the imagination. Her breasts were larger than mine I realized in anticipation (of what? I wasn't sure yet) and I was reminded of Logan telling me that my tits were the perfect size and that if I had any more they'd be wasted. Should I be able to touch hers... I didn't feel they'd be wasted though, not at all.
I indulged briefly in a fantasy of what I would do were I given the chance to unsnap her bra and I began to feel some real heat spreading from inside my tight leather pants. The pounding of a bass drum amidst a delicious bass lick signaled the start of their first song. I squirmed futilely in my chair and crossed my legs to try and quell the burning desire spreading from my loins throughout me. The music was loud, concise and theatric in a style similar to Florence and the Machine. I couldn't help but smile as I read the banner with their name, 'Pussy Quiet' scrawled across it; no doubt an allusion to Pussy Riot- a band they couldn't be more dichotomous to. Jodie was clearly a talented bassist. Her fingers moved like lightening on the strings and up the neck. I couldn't help but imagine was else those fingers could do as I felt a warming wet surge flood my panties. Never could I think of a time I'd literally gotten so wet without some sort of physical contact. It was at that moment, that I knew this was going to be the longest show of my life." Really looking forward to the next chapter. I'm already hard.
legsfeettoesabout 5 years agoMoving on to the next chapter. Glad you knew the G-spot move. I've always found that to enhance the lady's enjoyment of what I'm simultaneously doing with what has been referred to as my "talented tongue". Cunnilingus is my favorite activity. There is nothing I enjoy more than savoring a lady's flavoring! Five stars for this tale!
