I leaned down as she lifted her head and our lips met. We sat frozen face to face like we had done a few weeks back, until my mouth parted, hers following suit and our tongues touched. The kiss was soft, slow, deep, and sensual. There was nervousness this time, but it wasn't the nervousness of the first kiss, it was nervousness because I was kissing her on my couch, in my house, in the darkness of the room, cuddled under a big warm blanket, with a woman I had an interest in. My anxiety shot through the roof, as she turned close to me to be in a better kissing position.

Our lips stayed pressed against each other, our tongues swirled, our hand grip tightened and I knew that the previous Saturday night's kiss wasn't a fluke or fueled by alcohol. She was interested in me. And I was interested in her.

As we pulled away for the first time, Mary looked at me and said, "I was hoping you'd want to kiss me again."

"I definitely wanted to kiss you again," I replied.

Mary smiled and came in again and this time, we let go of our grasp on each other's hands and started rubbing up and down one another's face, necks, and heads. The passion was intense and I felt myself have butterflies like I never had before. My heart thumped in my chest and yes... my pussy started to tingle and feel wet.

We kissed for quite a while, until Mary got up, flipped herself around, and came to rest almost on top of my lap. My hands glided all over her back, along her side, her hips, and along the outsides of her tits. While her hands kept focus on my face, my neck, and my upper chest area. I slowly slid my hand around to the front of her chest and slid my hand across her left breast. She lightly moaned through our kiss, as I cupped and caressed her tit the best I could, at the angle I was at.

Mary's hand came down and slid across the front of my shirt, across my breast, down to my sternum, and back up under my right tit. We slowly and erotically began feeling one another's breasts, over our clothing with our kissing getting hotter, deeper, and more intense as time went on. I pulled away and asked her to lie down next to me, trying to get us into a better position. I laid flat on the couch on my left side, while Mary laid down next to me on her right. We adjusted accordingly, trying to not fall off the couch, and began kissing again.

We kissed deeply, just picking back up where we had left off. It was slow and patient, caring and soft. As time went on and we were feeling each other up over our clothes, I mustered up the courage and started to pull her T-shirt out from her waistband. Mary didn't resist and I felt that the slow, long, comfort level we had reached was ready for the next step.

I ran my hand up across her stomach, feeling her warm skin as I slowly slid my hands upward. My hand came to rest on the top of her bra. I was so excited that I was finally feeling another woman's breasts, that I almost chirped. Mary's hand slid up and under my shirt a few moments later, we both had moved forward getting the first feel of each other's tits.

Mary pulled my bra cup down, grasping a firm hold of my naked breast, squeezing, cupping, and caressing it. It was exciting, to say the least, when her warm hand cupped my tit, covering my nipple, as she moved our adventure forward. Knowing she had made a bigger move, I followed suit and pulled her bra cup down, placing my hand over her tit. It was absolutely amazing to feel her breast in my hand as we continued kissing passionately.

We kissed overpoweringly as our hands explored each other's bare breasts. I pulled my hand from underneath her shirt and grabbed a hold of it at the bottom, I lifted the shirt, as Mary arched her back and lifted her body upwards, so I could pull it up. I raised her shirt to her neck revealing her bare skin and went right back to feeling her tits. By this time, both of her bra cups, and both of mine were down, exposing both of our tits. I lifted my shirt up and over my head, taking it off completely. Mary did the same, removing hers, and were both pressed up against each other, skin to skin as we continued kissing.

As we lay kissing, we both fumbled with unhooking each other's bra straps, letting them dangle off our shoulders as we continued caressing each other's tits. I kissed my way down from her lips, along her neck, and down over the top of her chest, until I reached her breasts. I kissed both breasts gently and softly before my mouth hit her nipples. I slowly and gently sucked, licked, and teased her tits.

I pulled my bra strap through both arms, freeing myself of it, and tossed it on the floor. As I was just coming back down next to Mary, she did the same thing. I stared deeply at her body, her sexy tits, her bare chest realizing every fantasy I had of her, visualizing her tits was now a reality and right in front of me.

Mary and I engaged deeply in another heated kiss, with both of our hands working on touching, caressing, and exploring each other's bare skin. Mary slipped from our kiss, leaning me slightly back as her mouth gently and erotically kissed her way down my neck, throat, and across the top of my bare chest, and started sucking in my nipples. One at a time, deeply, lovingly as her warm mouth encompassed them.

I was dripping wet. I mean dripping wet. I could feel my juices resting on my left leg and I wanted to put my hand down her pants so bad. After Mary finished sucking on my tits and came back to kissing me, I slowly slid my hand from her breasts, down past her stomach where I felt her muscles slightly quivering as I passed them by. I slid my hand up and down her legs, along her inner thighs, in between both legs, softly, engrossingly as I slowly made my way up to her crotch...

#PenthouseLesbians #VintagePorn #GirlsKissing #LesbianErotica
Photo by nudes-des-artiste with the username @nudes-des-artiste,  March 3, 2024 at 6:01 PM. The post is about the topic Lesbian Lounge and the text says 'I leaned down as she lifted her head and our lips met. We sat frozen face to face like we had done a few weeks back, until my mouth parted, hers following suit and our tongues touched. The kiss was soft, slow, deep, and sensual. There was nervousness this..'