A Lesbian Love Story...Of Sorts - Sex Stories

A Lesbian Love Story...Of Sorts

... Emma walked over to me and said, “Ravishing.” I smiled back, “Thanks Emma. Gwen I think this is the dress and these are definitely the shoes. You think?” Gwen, who was gawking at me quite frankly, responded awkwardly, “Yes, yes, they are perfect.” I turned to Emma, “We will buy it all Emma. Can you help me get the dress off please,” I asked as I went into the changing room. Emma looked back to see if anyone was coming before following me into the room. As soon as the door was closed, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately. She kissed back with a similar intensity. I broke the kiss eventually and she helped me out of the dress. I kept on the nylons and fingered my pussy quickly before putting my finger at Emma’s lips. She obediently opened her lips and savoured my love juice. I then got dressed and said, “Emma, I will be at Le Chateau Club next Saturday, I expect you will be there.” She looked embarrassed as she whispered, “I can’t.” “Why?” I asked with a seductive pout, “You don’t find me attractive?” “No, I find you incredibly intoxicating. It is just,” she paused for a long time, “I am only 20.” “Really? You look over 21,” I said genuinely surprised. Her face glowed with pride as she said, “Thanks, I turn 21 in a couple of months.” “Well,” I said, “Do you want to see me again?” “Desperately,” she said eagerly. “Well then meet at Le Chateau Club at 9:30 next Saturday. I know everyone there, if you come with me they will let you in.” “Really,” she said like ...

... a little school girl, “I have wanted to go there forever.” “Well consider me your Fairy Godmother, but a lot younger, hotter and someone you want to fuck.” She laughed and said, “I will be there; what should I wear?” “It is a high scale lesbian bar, so dress classy, yet sexy. Your outfit should showcase your assets and have the other woman drooling to please you, but should also be made so others can easily access your...,” I paused for effect, “fun parts.” She said, “I have a few ideas.” “You understand,” I cautioned, “That you are must obey all my commands when at the club.” She looked slightly surprised, but quickly regained her composure, “Well that goes without saying.” I smiled, “You are a little deviant, aren’t you?” She moved in, her hand on my ass, “In more ways than one.” She moved to my ear and whispered, her hot breath on my neck, my weak spot by the way, “What about your friend?” I responded, “She’s straight, or at least she thinks she is.” As my hand slid under her skirt, just teasing her pussy through her panties, she moaned into my ear, “She’s a dyke, even if she doesn’t know it yet.” She nibbled my ear, my knees giving just a hair, giving away my weakness, as I responded, “That’s my hope.” I kissed her again one more time and opened the door. I went to Gwen and said, “Can I have my panties back?” Gwen sheepishly opened her purse and handed them to me. I gave them to Emma and said, “A gift for my little slave.” She smirked, looked around, slid off her panties ...