Lesbian Paradise at Land's End (Part 3) - Sex Stories

Lesbian Paradise at Land's End (Part 3)

When Kea arrived to the inn, the sun had already risen completely. The door was still locked, so she used the key. The place was silent and empty of people. “Well, it’s only 6 thirty...”, she thought “...and Sunday”. She realized it was too early to do anything, even breakfast, so she decided to go up to her room. She wanted to change her damp shorts and panties but she wasn’t going to shower; she wished to keep Landra’s spicy scents on her skin. She took off her clothes and looked at her image in the huge closet mirror. “Now my body is hers...” she reminded herself while she smelled Landra’s remaining aroma on her hands. Finally, she put on clean clothes (a t shirt with her former University’s seal, white jeans and sneakers) and placed Landra’s note in the drawer where she kept her documents. Then she opened the window and took a deep breath of the fresh, clean, morning air that came in from the ocean while she listened to the bell that was ringing from the village church. Suddenly, she heard three soft knocks on the door. It was the innkeeper. “Excuse me, I didn’t want to interrupt...” Kea smiled politely and answered: “No, not at all. It’s okay.” The innkeeper hesitated, with his usual discretion “I heard you downstairs before and thought maybe you wanted to have breakfast. I apologize, on Sundays we get up a bit later and, besides, today is a feast day...” Kea blushed, thinking she almost got caught entering at such an awkward hour “Oh, no, don’t worry... I was just ...

... ...looking for a plastic bag for my laundry.” The innkeeper felt relieved “Oh, in that case, I’ll bring you one immediately.” The man came back in a minute with a large cloth bag. “Cloth is better than plastic for laundry so the clothes can breathe.” Kea kindly thanked the innkeeper and closed the door. She turned around and freezed with a gasp when she saw the quilt she brought from the shed on top of the desk. “No way he could have seen it from the door”, she thought with relief. So she put it in her suitcase, waiting for a chance to give it back to Landra. Kea lied down on the bed, listening to the church bells that had been ringing for a while. Her mind started to drift as usual in the past two days. The images of their lovemaking twined with the things they talked about during their fruit feast and with questions that started to come up: “Landra had just turned 19 and I’m 23; Landra had studied in a catholic boarding high-school for five years at the main town and came back to the village to work at her f****y’s inn; I just finished at grad school and live by myself long away from my hometown; what a delicious butt!; why did Landra leave so early without saying anything?; I never imagined I would make love with another woman; Landra had her first encounters with girls at school; I only had sex with boys, actually with three boys; Landra’s mysterious eyes are so bewitching; how can such a young girl be so sexually experienced?; my eyelids are getting heavy; why don’t I ever ...