Jill & Stephanie - Sex Stories

Jill & Stephanie

... against me and point at something in a window. She feels so firm. Her breath is hot in my ear. I have no idea what she's been saying. This gazelle is starting to tire. I feel the last of my will to resist slipping away. There are very few shoppers on this level now. This gazelle won't be getting any help from the herd. We turn down an alcove with no stores. Only long lines of those pay phone booths that hang on the wall, washrooms and an emergency exit. Oh, what have I gotten myself into? We walk to the end of the row of phones. She pushes a trash bin under the last phone and backs me against the wall. She stands in front of me. To anyone casually passing, they'd only see Steph. It will look like she's making a phone call. The trash can will hide my legs. The phones will hide the rest of me. She opens her purse and takes out some tissues. Pressing my forehead back, she pins my head against the wall. Here it comes, she's finally going to kiss me! I want to feel her lips against mine so badly! My heart pounds. My eyes flutter and my mouth opens slightly. Waiting. Anticipating. Needing. "My my, aren't we eager?" She gently, carefully, thoroughly removes the remainder of my lip gloss. Not at all the type of attention my lips need. She then removes her own lipstick. "We can't be leaving marks, now can we?" She studies the mingling of our two shades on the tissues like a gypsy reading tea leaves before smiling to herself and tossing it in the trash. Our innocence. Co-mingled on ...

... the tissue among yesterday's news, half-eaten treats and unnecessary packaging. She holds both my thumbs in one hand, and raises my hands over my head. As if I would push her away. She presses her lips to my ear. "You are so pretty. I just want to EAT you up." Oh hell yes! Up. Down. Sideways. In and out. Left and right. Circles and zig-zags! I want it all and more! NOW! I almost say something, but catch myself at the last moment. Rules. Her rules. That I agreed to. This was harder than I imagined. She tilts her head and brings her face closer to mine. So close. I feel her breath on my cheek. I smell her hair. So intoxicating. She retreats. What the hell!?! She tilts her head the other way and again. So close. Without touching. Again she retreats without kissing me. I long to shout out 'Kiss me already!' but dare not. I beg her with my eyes. She opens her mouth wide. I feel mine open in sympathy. She curls her tongue up at me. Beckoning me. Her wonderful gorgeous glistening tongue. Like crooking a little finger inside her mouth. She summons me. Rule number one was that I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to. Screw it. I wanted. I needed! I stretched my neck forward to kiss her. If she wasn't going to kiss me first, then I'm going to kiss her! This is no longer an option. "Oh, you have spirit! I like that." Steph says as she retreats again. DAMNIT! I give up. This gazelle has stopped running and laid down. I let out a soft whimper as I relax my neck and rest my head back ...