What Katie did on the Balcony. By katie_tt - Sex Stories

What Katie did on the Balcony. By katie_tt

... against mine. Our tongues meet, only just the tips, but there is a spark, a spark which becomes a current and energises my whole body. Both our bodies; we are both trembling. The kiss becomes stronger, our tongues caressing each other, our bodies tight against each other. I feel her breasts, just beneath mind, pushing upwards, her hips against mine. Oh how I want her! Her sweet body, her sweet soul. Now there is a flurry of hands, on breasts, on buttocks, frantically seeking to touch and caress. There is no denying the carnal f***e that is driving us towards each other. I want her; she wants me. Her hand is on under my shirt. We both say “Oh” as she cups my naked breast in one hand. She fondles it, feeling its weight, squeezing gently as if to test its quality. I am fumbling with her blouse, trying to find the tiny buttons, there seems to be hundreds of them. She already has my shirt off and she is kissing my breasts. Finally her blouse is off too. She is wearing a bra, her tits high and rounded. Her skin is so smooth. The bra has a Velcro fastener and it comes off easily. I want to look at her so I push her away, gently, holding her at arm’s length. The ten year age difference is obvious, almost embarrassing. Her breasts, even without the bra, are firmly rounded and sit proudly on her chest. Her small pink nipples are standing out, erect, waiting to be sucked. My breasts are bigger, beginning to sag. My nipples are long and dark. Her skin is smooth. I can see that she does ...

... not let the sun shine for long on her whole body, for there is only the faintest of tan lines and her skin has a creamy white smoothness that is waiting to be caressed, licked, kissed. My own skin is normally a light olive, thanks to my Greek grandmother, and it used to smooth and finely textured, but now it is beginning to show the signs of too much sun and surf. Evie is beautiful. I am, at best, what the novelists used to describe as a “fine figure of a woman. We embrace again and kiss again, this time more passionately. I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth and she moans. Her arms are around me. One hand is frantically trying to get under my shorts. I take a moment to release the buttons and my shorts slide downwards, just as they had done for her b*****r just a short while ago. Now her hand is between my panties and my flesh. I am trying to do the same with her, but her skirt is too tight. Our kiss is going on. Our breaths mingle. My tongue cannot get deeply enough into her mouth and hers is trying to wrap around mine. How long is it since I had felt such ecstasy? I want it to last forever, yet my body is yearning, reaching out for a climax. Her hand has gone right underneath my bottom and her fingers are on my pussy lips. There is a wave of happiness from the realisation that she has been here before. She has loved a woman before. I don’t have to tread carefully. I don’t have to be the one to lead her, to teach her the ways of Sapphic love. She can be mine, and I can be ...