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Bacall 1
Date: 7/17/2016, Categories: Lesbian Author: monica3, Source: LushStories
... head over heels for a Sister and I wasn’t prepared to come between her and real love. Ours was pure sex and damned good it was too.’ I nodded again and wondered if she would take this as mute stupidity or genuine listening. ‘Are you good in bed?’ Now, there’s a question to put a girl on the spot. I thought about it. ‘Not good enough to keep Linda, not bad enough for anyone to complain.’ ‘Let’s find out?’ ‘Are you good in bed?’ I thought I’d turn the table. ‘Very.’ That was all she said and her eyes sparkled mischievously. We walked through the late night bustle, past the theatre which was spewing customers onto the pavement. We turned into a mews and she led me to a black, glossy door with a lion’s head in brass as a knocker. We went into the small but welcoming entrance hall and she closed the door behind us. I stood, not knowing where to go and she came to me, taller than me by at least five inches. Her coat was open and she leant to kiss my mouth. I tasted wine and her hand slid between the ...
... folds of my own coat and went to my waist. The kiss endured then was broken as she led me into a warm, cosy sitting room. She removed her coat and threw it over the back of a chair and I copied her. ‘I love the dress. You have lovely little tits.’ She came close and her hand went to my breast and her nail traced its line under the material of my dress. It ran from the tip of my nipple, up the strap of my left shoulder and to my cheek. I put my hand on her hip and she leant again, her mouth hovering close to mine, her fingertip touching my skin below my ear. Her free hand covered my breast and she rubbed her palm over my stiffened nipple. As her tongue entered me so her hand drifted tantalizingly down over my belly to press gently against my mound and she pushed her finger against me. The fingertip that had touched my cheek moved behind my head and under my hair and she held me against her so I could feel her nipple through the soft fabric of her dress. ‘The bedroom is upstairs.’ To be continued.