Lost in London - Sex Stories

Lost in London

"Are you sure about this, London?" I asked incredulously, looking down at the dimly lit candle that flickered between our bodies. She reached across the gap separating us, gently grasping my forearm. As her soft fingertips brushed up against me, my gaze shot upwards, catching hers. "Only of you want to..." she said longingly, her dark brown eyes gazing fixedly into mine.

London was a friend of mine. We'd met online, both having been searching for friends at our small, private college. She was a pretty, mixed-race girl with frizzy black hair and mocha colored skin. Her body, thanks her Afro-heritage, was fleshy and thickset, accentuating her curvy, husky form. Her broad nose and plump lips were framed by a round, feminine face, which was currently illuminated only by soft candlelight. She was sitting cross legged on her bed across from me, her large, creamy thighs disappearing into the folds of her skirt, the hem of which she was fidgeting with nervously with her other hand.

"No no... I absolutely do! I think it could be interesting too!" I said reassuringly, forcing myself to smile at her. Her proposition was ridiculous, but I couldn't help but feel like I was disappointing her. She flashed her own smile back at me. It looked like a weight had been lifted off her narrow shoulders. "Great!" She said, reaching out and taking my hands into hers. "You ready?" I nodded.

We closed our eyes and bowed our heads. I could hear London frantically whispering some sort of ...

... incantation to herself, but I couldn't make out any words. As I pictured the two of us, sitting hand in hand on a bed with our heads down I couldn't help but feel ridiculous. I smiled for a moment, but stopped when I felt a buzzing begin to build deep in my core. I tried taking a deep breath, but couldn't shake the sudden, steadily rising feeling. London squeezed my hands so hard it almost hurt, her nails digging into my flesh as the buzzing turned into a low tremble.

I tried to speak, but my words were drowned out by a chorus of grunts, whines and gasps that the two of us were emitting almost in unison. A sharp electrical jolt shot through her arms, moved into my hands, and ripped through my central nervous system. I pulled my hands from hers suddenly, stumbling backwards onto the cushy bedspread as I opened my eyes. My vision was blurred by our dim surroundings, but as my sight came back into focus I was met with an unforgettable sight: My own pale, white face, staring back at me.

"Holy shit!" I gasped in a light, sultry voice that most certainly did not belong to me. "London... it... it worked!" I said breathlessly, looking down slowly, as I was nearly overcome by the surreal sight of a narrow torso that ballooned outwards into wide, feminine hips. My view was partially obscured by two fleshy mounds--her breasts--which protruded from my chest, sagging low into the lacy bra and tight, pink t-shirt that were wrapped around my new upper body. I eased my shoulders back, feeling ...