nudes-des-artiste in topic Women in the Kitchen · Edited
In the next few seconds the frivolous mood evaporated as the aspect of our new juxtaposition made itself apparent. I looked up at her, unable to read her expression, and she remained awkwardly silent.
I wanted her but I had to do something to ease the tension and so, without taking my eyes from hers I leant forward, and licked upwards from the top of her mons to her navel following the residue of the dark sweet trail.
She whispered nervously.
"I can't do this..."
As she said it I felt an almost painful twinge of disappointment but, at the same time, I felt her body shiver with excitement. I trailed my tongue off to one side and, when she raised no further objection, I slowly followed the curve of her pubic bone downwards.
I am sure that I caught the faintest hint of her natural musk and I felt my own bodies' sympathetic response but I did not want to frighten her. I eased my way back to my starting point and felt the sharp prickles of young growth as I gently licked her clean.
She gave an almost unheard groan and placed an admonitory hand on the top of my head but she made no effort to push me away. Taking this as an encouragement I brought my hands to her hips and slowly eased her jogging pants all the way down her legs. When they were bunched at her ankles I moved my hands slowly upwards over the gentle curves of her calves and the tensed muscles at the back of her thighs until I was cradling the gentle weight of her cute derriere.
She gasped and then froze for a few seconds before looking down at me.
"I can't with another girl."
I was unsure how to respond. Did she want to stop altogether or was she simply saying that she could not reciprocate?
She remained very still. Was I expected to get up, to apologize perhaps?
In the end my own need drove me to test her resolve. I started to lick once more but began to range ever lower so that my tongue swept over the tight, reluctant slit of her sex.
"'t..."
Even as she said it the position of her hand on my head shifted ever so subtlety. It could have been interpreted as a signal to stop or perhaps something else...
Undaunted, I moved lower still so that I was licking at the base of her sex and was rewarded with the first hint of wetness.
I knew then that it was only a matter of time. Having forced my blade between the tight clams of the oyster I slowly built on my advantage and gently eased it open.
There could be no doubt now. Her hand had found its way to the back of my head and her inner lips swelled to embrace my invading tongue. I responded by licking up and down the whole length of her sex, which was now open to my assault, and my prize was a warm creamy offering which I lapped up with an involuntary groan.
I could sense her frustration now. The pants around her ankles were an encumbrance; she wanted to open herself to me but was fearful of losing her balance. I could not stop now and so I held her more firmly to me as I began to work her interior moisture up over her neat clitoris.
Her scent, at first so subtle, was now all pervading and her taste took on an ever increasing richness. I thought I could use these signs to gauge her but her climax seemed to take us both by surprise. Her body rocked back and forth from the hips in an almost bizarre parody of a man being fellated and in her attempt to hold me in she only succeeded in turning my head sideways so that my cheek was smeared with her sap...
#LesbianErotica #NakedInTheKitchen
I wanted her but I had to do something to ease the tension and so, without taking my eyes from hers I leant forward, and licked upwards from the top of her mons to her navel following the residue of the dark sweet trail.
She whispered nervously.
"I can't do this..."
As she said it I felt an almost painful twinge of disappointment but, at the same time, I felt her body shiver with excitement. I trailed my tongue off to one side and, when she raised no further objection, I slowly followed the curve of her pubic bone downwards.
I am sure that I caught the faintest hint of her natural musk and I felt my own bodies' sympathetic response but I did not want to frighten her. I eased my way back to my starting point and felt the sharp prickles of young growth as I gently licked her clean.
She gave an almost unheard groan and placed an admonitory hand on the top of my head but she made no effort to push me away. Taking this as an encouragement I brought my hands to her hips and slowly eased her jogging pants all the way down her legs. When they were bunched at her ankles I moved my hands slowly upwards over the gentle curves of her calves and the tensed muscles at the back of her thighs until I was cradling the gentle weight of her cute derriere.
She gasped and then froze for a few seconds before looking down at me.
"I can't with another girl."
I was unsure how to respond. Did she want to stop altogether or was she simply saying that she could not reciprocate?
She remained very still. Was I expected to get up, to apologize perhaps?
In the end my own need drove me to test her resolve. I started to lick once more but began to range ever lower so that my tongue swept over the tight, reluctant slit of her sex.
"'t..."
Even as she said it the position of her hand on my head shifted ever so subtlety. It could have been interpreted as a signal to stop or perhaps something else...
Undaunted, I moved lower still so that I was licking at the base of her sex and was rewarded with the first hint of wetness.
I knew then that it was only a matter of time. Having forced my blade between the tight clams of the oyster I slowly built on my advantage and gently eased it open.
There could be no doubt now. Her hand had found its way to the back of my head and her inner lips swelled to embrace my invading tongue. I responded by licking up and down the whole length of her sex, which was now open to my assault, and my prize was a warm creamy offering which I lapped up with an involuntary groan.
I could sense her frustration now. The pants around her ankles were an encumbrance; she wanted to open herself to me but was fearful of losing her balance. I could not stop now and so I held her more firmly to me as I began to work her interior moisture up over her neat clitoris.
Her scent, at first so subtle, was now all pervading and her taste took on an ever increasing richness. I thought I could use these signs to gauge her but her climax seemed to take us both by surprise. Her body rocked back and forth from the hips in an almost bizarre parody of a man being fellated and in her attempt to hold me in she only succeeded in turning my head sideways so that my cheek was smeared with her sap...
#LesbianErotica #NakedInTheKitchen
