Alice Upside Down - Sex Stories

Alice Upside Down

... soon reach the hem of her dress and she slips her thumb beneath it as her hand rides up her silky smooth leg. Her upper thigh whilst warmer than her lower thigh still feels cold to the touch. She starts to gently stroke her thigh up and down while she plays with her collar., gradually warming her leg Each stroke takes her hand a little higher as she hesitantly ventures towards her goal and nervously bites her lip, her top teeth showing like pearls. She soon reaches her little white cotton panties and lightly strokes the lacy trim with her index finger. The texture is quite novel, the feel of her soft skin through the netting making for a unique sensation. She delves further, tucking her finger beneath the lacy trim so that her finger tip is tucked beneath her tight little cotton knickers.. It feels a little warmer down there and she does not want to take her hand away. She moves her hand down even further, the tips of her three largest fingers raking the upper limits of her pubic hair from within her fine French lingerie. The thrill of knowing that her soft nimble fingers are but centimetres away from her tight young love tunnel whilst all the while anyone could be watching outside or walk through the door makes her heart almost skip a beat. The excitement fills her body with electric energy and she has a warm feeling in her belly despite the cold. She likes the fuzzy warm feeling of friction as she strokes her furry womanhood. Soon she can't resist any more, she moves her ...

... hand all the way down, past her well kept garden until her middle finger is between the bushes. She takes a deep breath as she gently dips the tip of her digit between her sweet moist lips and lets out the faintest groan at the sensation of finally feeling her moist little hole. She has waited so long for the opportunity and it feels so good to finally get the chance to touch it. .It feels warm and slightly sticky and it feels good. The pad of her finger rises, up between her lips, slightly moist from her sweet sweet nectar. She soon reaches for her tiny little swollen love bulb, touching it almost as if she is trying to point towards her urethra. Her heart is pounding and she thinks she can feel her pulse through her nub. She can, she can feel it throbbing through her sticky fingertip. She dips her finger in her inkwell again ready to render her work, slightly deeper this time, up to the first knuckle. She has waited so long and the feeling of her slender extremity entering her moist passage is enough to make her sigh with a heavy exhalation and a sense of relief. She is tempted to leave her finger inside, driving it deeper in her tight little hole but she wants to rub her sensitive little love bud a little more first. She knows it's worth it in the long run. She slides her finger out from her passageway and lets it wallow in her entrance way for a few seconds before she applies her naturally lubricated fingertip to her perfect little love gem. She strokes it very lightly at ...