Beginnings: Chapter 4 - Room For Change - Sex Stories

Beginnings: Chapter 4 - Room For Change

... that moment. I had always tried to think, to analyse and to work things out. As I stood there, none of those things seemed important, because they weren’t. A voice inside of me, which seemed almost as though it were being whispered telepathically by Veronica, was urging me to ‘follow my instinct’. I sensed the corners of my mouth turn upwards slightly in a smile as I looked into Veronica’s eyes. “I do, Miss Hamilton,” I replied. “I know exactly what to do.” I walked slowly across to where Sophie was slouched in the chair and knelt down in front of her. I moved my fingers onto her thighs and allowed them to caress and slide over them, just as Sophie had done to mine a little earlier. I took in how her skin felt under my fingertips. I looked up into her eyes for signs of pleasure as I stroked and caressed. She bit her bottom lip and rolled her eyes upwards again as my fingers drifted down to her inner thighs. I pushed her skirt up a little more. From underneath I caught a glimpse of wispy white lace and leaned forward. Moving my mouth to her inner thigh, just above her knee, I allowed my tongue to slide out from between my lips and drift upwards, leaving a warm, wet streak on her skin. My lips began to kiss and brush against the soft skin of her inner thigh. As my head moved a little higher, I became aware that Sophie was opening her legs wider. Her skirt tightened again against her thighs. Once more I pushed it higher and allowed my mouth to move upwards, tasting her skin, ...

... warm and slightly salty. I felt like a temptress; a tease. My tongue lazily drifted up and down her inner thigh, moving close to the edge of her panties and then drawing back. My nostrils were becoming filled with the scent of her arousal which only served to increase my desire to tease. I could feel Sophie beginning to squirm on the chair, her legs parting and pushing herself forward, as though pleading for more. I breathed in the warm scent of sex once more and then allowed my tongue to drift onto her panties. They were, as Veronica had said, drenched in her lust and my tongue began dragging over them, up and down, the slightly rough lace feeling exquisite against my eager tongue. Sophie was now pushing herself against my tongue, trying to urge me on. As I leaned forward still further, I could feel the straps of my suspenders become provocatively taut against my thighs and bottom. Between my own legs I felt needy and urgent. I moved my fingers up to Sophie’s panties and looked up at her. She was clearly desperate. Her eyes were hungry and she was now caressing her breasts with her fingers through her bra, kneading them wantonly. My fingers raked over the flimsy material of her panties. From behind me, I heard Veronica’s voice again, low and husky. “You know what to do, Lucy.” I did. In one easy movement I pushed my fingers firmly against Sophie’s sodden panties. The material yielded and then tore as my fingers pressed insistently against it. I hooked my fingers into the torn ...