"A Lesbian Thank You"
by Marie G
I sighed as I saw Sandra walk down the drive with a big bunch of
flowers. I loved and hated it when Sandra visited me. On one hand I
loved being in her company, finding her warm, attractive, and dare I
say it, sexy. But on the other hand, Sandra's presence stirred up so
many things in me that made me feel very uncomfortable, and a little
dirty. Feelings of lust and desire that I had great difficulty in
repressing.
Unconsciously, I looked in the mirror in the hall to sort my appearance
before opening the door. Not that it needed sorted. I was a beautiful
woman with shoulder length dark hair and a good figure. As Sandra rang
the bell, I smoothed down my cream coloured skirt and straightened my
white blouse. I always found myself anxiously checking my appearance
before Sandra visited, without fully understanding why.
I opened the door to Sandra'a beautiful smiling face. Sandra was a
blond in her early twenties and was, as usual, dressed provocatively.
She wore a red mini-skirt, black patterned stockings, knee length
high-heeled kinky boots and a white T-shirt, through which I could see
her erect nipples. As I glanced at Sandra's curvy figure, I was already
beginning to feel nervous.
I invited her in and Sandra gave me the flowers. "These are just to say
thank you for what you have done for us." Said Sandra. Sandra's mother
had been ill recently and I had helped them both out, giving them lifts
in my car and doing errands. "Oh, thank you. They're beautiful." I
Replied, sincerely. "I was always glad to help"
I invited Sandra into the lounge. I sat on the large couch while Sandra
sat on the chair facing me. As usual Sandra sat with her well shaped
legs slightly apart. In this position Sandra panties were clearly
visible and I had difficulty stopping myself from staring at them. I
hated to admit it, but this really turned me on. I could already feel
myself go moist and my nipples go hard. It looked like I would have to
resort to the vibrator to relieve myself again when Sandra left.
"But I would also like to thank you personally for your assistance."
Said Sandra huskily. This caused some unwelcome fantasies to rush
through my imagination. I tried to dismiss them and just smiled. Sandra
stood up and walked slowly over to me, swaying her hips. She stood in
front of me, as I sat on the couch. "I know the perfect way to show my
appreciation for all you have done." Said Sandra and lifted up the
front of her red skirt directly in front of my face. I stared wide
eyed, raising my gaze from her sexy stockings, to her bare thighs, to
her tight skimpy panties covering those protruding pussy lips. Sighing
in delight. Sandra lightly caressed her pussy through the soft material
with her fingers as I looked on whimpering uncontrollably. I bit my lip
and frowned with lust as I tried to fight the desire that was rising
within me. I didn't know what to say or do.
But Sandra did. She gently took my hands and rubbed my fingers against
her pussy through the soft material of her panties. Sandra purred with
delight. "I know you want this, Marie." She said. Then, she lifted my
hands up to her pert breasts and placed them over her erect nipples.
"And I know you also want these."
I was feeling very weak now, but I had to be strong. I had to be firm.
"I think you should go now, Sandra." I stuttered, but found that my
hands were voluntarily massaging Sandra's breasts and nipples through
her T-shirt as I said it.
"Don't be silly." Said Sandra, as she hitched up her skirt and sat on
my crotch, straddling me. "I have not finished saying thank you yet." I
gasped as Sandra ripped open my white blouse and pulled down the cups
of my lacy bra to eagerly suck my erect nipples.
I moaned uncontrollably as Sandra sucked and bit my nipples. Then
Sandra moved back off my thighs to kneel in front of me and began
kissing her way down my body. At the same time her hands moved up my
skirt to my bare sensitive thighs. Then, reaching my hips, Sandra
pushed my skirt up to my waist to reveal my sexy panties.
I gasped as Sandra massaged my moist pussy through the material. "Oh, I
love your sexy panties, Marie. Did you wear them for me?" Sandra said,
teasingly. "I think you were wanting this, you little hussy."
I only knew how true that actually was, but I had to resist my desires.
"Oh, Sandra, this is wrong. We should stop this." I moaned with
pleasure, clearly not wanting it to stop. But instead of stopping,
Sandra pulled the material of my panties to one side and began licking
and sucking my clit.
I gasped, lying back on the couch and opened my legs wider. "Oh
Sandra." I moaned, as I watched Sandra's beautiful face lick and suck
on my sopping wet pussy. "We must stop. My husband could come home at
any time."
But Sandra continued sucking my clit. Instead of stopping, she inserted
three fingers into my pussy and finger fucked me gently. I moaned in
ecstasy, my legs now as wide apart as they could go. I hadn't realised
I was so flexible. "Oh Sandra, that is so good." I cried out and pushed
Sandra's face hard into my pussy. "Please don't stop. Oh, please never
stop."
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Almost suffocating, Sandra gasped for air as she sucked and
finger-fucked my drenched pussy. My moans became louder and louder as
the waves of pleasure intensified. I just couldn't get enough of
Sandra's flicking tongue and thrusting fingers.
Then arching my back, I cried out uncontrollably again and again as I
orgasmed on Sandra's pretty face, while my hands continued to push
Sandra's head down against my gaping whole.
Spent and satisfied, but feeling a bit guilty, I lay back on the couch
exhausted. "I hope you liked your present." Said Sandra, as she looked
up, her pretty face dripping and glistening with my come. "I nodded,
smiling in satisfaction. "But, t's not finished yet." Added Sandra,
suggestively.
I looked at Sandra in excitement. Sandra got off her knees and stood on
the couch. The high heels of Sandra's boots dug deep into the material
of the couch as she stood above me. I sat up and gazed in delight up
Sandra's skirt at those tight moist panties pressing against her
vagina. Then Sandra kneeled forward against the back of the couch so
that my face was directly in front of her hips. "I know you always
wanted to get into my knickers." Giggled Sandra. "Now is your chance."
My inhibitions now gone, I eagerly put my hands up Sandra's skirt,
massaging her patterned stockings and bare thighs in delight. I moved
my hands up to her hips, playing joyfully with Sandra's skimpy panties
for a moment, pulling and caressing the material with my fingers as
Sandra sighed in delight.
"Oh, please suck my pussy, Marie." Sandra asked, almost pleading,
hitching her skirt up to her waiste and pulling the material of her
panties to one side with one hand to expose her pussy. "Please suck it
now." I raised my head up and pulled Sandra's hips down to my waiting
tongue.
Sandra gasped and sighed with delight as my tongue flicked over her
clit and eagerly sucked out the juices from her pussy that were pouring
into my nose and mouth. I moved my hands the length of Sandra's
quivering body as I sucked out her pussy, caressing her hips, her
buttocks, her stockings, her bare thighs and her kinky boots.
With the intensity of the pleasure, Sandra was only just able to stay
up-right as she moaned in ecstasy. "Oh, Marie, suck that clit harder."
She gasped, just as she was reaching climax. Sandra leaned back a
little and looked down at me. I looked up in delight at her face
contorted with pleasure as I continued working her clit with my tonque.
Then, with a long lustful moan and an ecstatic smile on her pretty
face, Sandra orgasmed, her knuckles turning white as they gripped the
back of the couch. "Oh, God, yes.!" She cried biting down on her bottom
lip in pure joy. Then, With the waves of pleasure finally passed,
Sandra collapsed exhausted in a heap on top of me.
Sandra soon left, saying she had to see to her mother. It seems the
little slut had used me for sex and discarded me. But I looked on
satisfied as I watched Sandra's gorgeous hips sway down the drive, the
outline of her sexy panties clearly visible through the material of her
skirt. The memory of that image and the afternoon's events would stay
clear in my mind for some time. Despite that fantastic orgasm I had
experienced earlier, I realised that the vibrator would have to be
brought into action again this afternoon. And once would clearly not be
enough. It was going to be a long , hot, ecstatic day.
- The End -
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