How High the Moon - Sex Stories

How High the Moon

... recognises too well the desire that burns in the Brooklyn woman’s eyes. She kisses Tina briefly and tenderly on the lips, thick lips against thin: Tina’s opening ever so little but managing to restrain her eager tongue. As their lips separate and Lynn studies her admirer from arms’ length, she feels a fire burning between her thighs she knows she must satisfy. And she knows that Tina is the one to do it. Those slender hands with the tapering fingers she grasps in hers. The dimples in cheeks on an otherwise gaunt face. The long neck that curves towards the open lapels of her leather overcoat. “And I’m sure,” says Lynn, “that talking needn’t be all we do together this night!”