Continued from The Storyteller - part 1
The next night we had a wonderful dinner, and I felt myself just as
aroused by her as I had been at the reading. She was wearing a slinky
red silk dress that showed off her breasts and her perfect olive skin.
Her long black hair curled over her shoulders, and I found myself
thinking that I would love to tangle my fingers in it. I had never had
any kind of lesbian fantasies before, but with every word she spoke and
every movement she made, I found myself growing wetter and wetter. I
wanted to make love to her.
After dinner, she invited me up to her hotel room for a drink. I
didn’t know how I was going to refrain from kissing her, but as soon as
we got in the door, she turned to me, her hands on her full, round
hips, thumbs pressing against the round curve of her stomach. “I saw
you touching yourself during the reading last night,” she said. She
stepped towards me and brushed my straight brown hair back from my
shoulder. My nipples hardened at her touch. “Does my writing turn you
on?”
I took a deep breath, and reached out, running my hand down her bare
arm. I couldn’t believe how soft and smooth her skin was. I wanted to
taste it. My clit was throbbing as fast as my heart was beating.
“Everything about you turns me on,” I managed to whisper.
She smiled and then we were kissing madly. I ran my fingers through
that wild tangle of hair, our tongues dancing together. Our breasts
were pressing together as we kissed, and her hands were moving all over
my body. Her touch was so soft and so gentle, and I had never been so
aroused.
We fell onto the bed together, removing each other’s clothes, seducing
each other with touches, kissing bare skin as it was revealed, inch by
inch. When I pulled off her panties and slid my hand into the damp,
tangled jungle of hair between her thighs, she moaned in pleasure. She
was so hot and so wet, and her clit was sticking out, begging for me to
touch it. I tweaked that little nub between my fingers, sending her
into paroxysms of pleasure as she moaned and writhed. My mouth was on
her big, heavy breasts, sucking on her nipples as I pleasured her wet
cunt.
The more I fingered her, the more she came, and soon I moved down,
sucking her dew off my fingers and then replacing it with my tongue.
She tasted so good, sweet and salty at the same time, it made me wonder
why I had never done it with another woman before.
“Let me taste you,” she whispered, so I moved around, settling my cunt
on her face. She went to work and she was just as talented and
creative a lovemaker as she was in her writing. Her tongue danced over
my clit and then she thrust it inside, wiggling it around until my
thighs were shaking. It was hard to concentrate on eating her pussy
with her mouth doing such amazing things to mine, so eventually I sat
up and rode her tongue, rubbing my tits and pressing my ass against her
nose.
Sated, we lay together, kissing and stroking each other’s breasts. I
was in heaven. I had never been so sexually satisfied before, and I
couldn’t believe that another woman had made me feel that day. I asked
her if she would put our lovemaking in one of her stories, and she
smiled and said maybe. Her new book comes out next month, and I can’t
wait to read it.
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