Visits to Grampa Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Visits to Grampa Ch. 05

... married, and was trying to ruin him with the divorce. She got what he deserved!" Joan smiled at her own humor in defining the result. "And for a young lawyer, taking lead for the first time, I feel I will get what I deserve, too. The way she was shafting him, I was all he could afford - then."

Ann moved to stand close to Joan and they kissed again, but as they did, they each undid the other's bra. Without breaking the kiss, they separated their bodies slightly and allowed the lingerie to fall to the floor under the effect of gravity. Ann turned Joan round so that her back was towards the bed, and then gave her enough of a push to cause to fall on to it.

Joan was on her back on the bed, her feet on the floor and her knees apart. Ann knelt down and started to caress the inside of Joan's thighs, moving her finger tips in small, light circles. Maddeningly slowly, her fingers worked their way up towards Joan's womanhood, barely concealed as it was by the flimsy material of her panties. Ann could see through the panties that Joan's bush was closely cropped in a heart shape.

When Ann's fingers were only a few inches from the skimpy piece of cloth that covered Joan's pussy, Ann leaned forward and started, with the very tip of her tongue, to lick the material covering Joan's clit. Joan's hips started twitching and her mouth emitted a groan that definitely did not mean "Stop".

Ann's fingers advanced further upwards, over the material, and found the waist band of the ...

... panties, and pulled it downwards, exposing first the trimmed pubic bush, and then junction of Joan's thighs, where a glistening could already be seen on the clitoral hood. As Ann sucked the hood and the clit into her mouth, and trapped them with her teeth, she heard Joan moan "Oh My God."

Ann bit gently and brushed the tip of Joan's now hardening clit with her tongue. Then the fingers of her right hand wriggled under the thin strip of fabric, and her index and middle fingers started to very gently pierce Joan's vagina. Deeper and deeper they went, but excruciatingly slowly, until the tip of the middle finger found its target on the front wall of Joan's vagina.

That did it. Joan's hips were now bouncing on the bed, her moans were yells of sheer erotic pleasure She gripped her own breasts as hard as she could - whether to love them or to stop them bouncing, she knew not - and felt the build up inside herself, until a climax came crushing its way out of her. Joan was left wondering, as the feeling went on, if that was one climax,.. or two..... or even three.

Ann backed away and stood up, and slipped her own panties off. Then, as Joan's breathing returned to normal, she slipped Joan's panties off too, and helped her sit up. Joan was still wearing the belt and stockings, the belt in a virginal white color, and the stockings in a natural nude color - a close match to Joan's own pale skin.

As Joan recovered, and savored the wine, she remarked "Lena taught you well."

Ann ...