Lesbian Movie Matrix
Moonlight
The moon stared down at us from the sky above. Watching us...as if it knew where we were going and why. A smile formed on my face as my breathing came out in gasps. My heart beat erratically and my body trembled in anticipation of what I knew was going to happen. Then we were there.
The bonfires had already been lit, their flames flickering wildly around the dancers that took their positions around as we walked up in our festival costumes. Erotic music began wafting through the air, my body eager to sway with the rhythm of it. My friend stood by my side, looking at me in a way that was meant to remind me of what I had been told. The hours we had spent, she was the teacher and I was the student.
She motioned for me to sit and watch. The dancers were now moving in earnest, their bodies arching and swaying to the music. My eyes were glued to their performance, and I felt a familiar heat spread through my body. My tongue slipped between my lips to moisten them and I squirmed on the blanket. My friend caught my eye and winked. Her hand gently caressed my thigh and began its ascent upward. I stretched out my legs to accommodate her, not caring if anyone was watching.
Her fingertips grazed lightly across my lace-covered center, teasing me by drawing a figure eight pattern over and over again. A sigh escaped my lips and I eased back onto my elbows. Lifting the edge, she slipped a finger inside to feel the wetness that was pooling between my spread thighs. I moaned as her finger found my clit and began making circles around it. Panting and writhing as I felt the first wave of passion overtake my body. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every second of my climax. Not even noticing my panties being pulled off. A pair of lips lightly kissed my pussy before delving into it with their tongue. A laugh escaped my lips.
My friend and I had done this kind of play so many times...but something felt different. The lips seemed firmer. I raised my body up half way and opened my eyes. A man stared up at me, and I stared transfixed as he devoured my wetness. His tongue slipped up inside of me and I feel back against the blanket, trembling as his tongue thrust in and out of me. His hand splayed across my pelvic bone, and his thumb found my clit, rubbing it as his tongue played inside of me. I was about to cum. I must’ve said it out loud, because he rose up and with one swift motion, he was buried inside of me.
Grabbing my legs and holding them against his chest, he moved within me. My hand slipped between my legs, rubbing my button as he slid in and out of me. I turned my head to gaze at my friend and moaned in pleasure. Her dress was bunched around her waist, her fingers pushing madly in and out. Her body began to shake her eyes never leaving mine, her orgasm causing my own. My muscles tightened and convulsed around the hard cock that was buried within me...my juices covering it like lava. I felt his climax within the very depths of my soul, flooding me with warm sticky liquid. He let my legs drop to the ground and leaned forward to brush my lips with a kiss...then he was gone.
I lay there for a moment, part of me not believing what just happened, the other part basking in the aftermath. I turned to my best friend, and we both laughed, and then got dressed. Noticing that there was no longer anyone around us, we folded up the blanket and headed home. We knew we would never forget this experience...and I secretly wished for more.
It was a long drive... Terri was tired, hungry and felt she needed a shower desperately. I had dinner all ready for her and all I had to do was drop the pasta in the boiling water.
I kissed her hello and pointed her toward the bathroom where her towel and scented soap were waiting for her. "Let me know when you're ready for your back to be washed," I told her.
"Ok," she said. I could tell she was drained.
I went and busied myself in the kitchen, anxiously waiting to see her wet, naked body. Table set, candles lit, the salads waiting for dressing. What to do, what to do?
I couldn't stand it any longer. I went into the bathroom, the scent of her soap assailing my nostrils. "Ready for me yet?" I asked.
I opened the curtain and reached for the soapy cloth as she turned her back to me. The sight of her naked body made it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. Gently, at first, I soaped up her back, then applied a little more pressure, giving her a good back scrubbing. Her back washed, I didn't want to stop touching her. "If you'll turn around, I'll wash your front too," I said sheepishly. With a grin on her face, she turned to face me.
She looked past me to the opened curtain, "You're getting your floor all wet, Honey".
The moon stared down at us from the sky above. Watching us...as if it knew where we were going and why. A smile formed on my face as my breathing came out in gasps. My heart beat erratically and my body trembled in anticipation of what I knew was going to happen. Then we were there.
The bonfires had already been lit, their flames flickering wildly around the dancers that took their positions around as we walked up in our festival costumes. Erotic music began wafting through the air, my body eager to sway with the rhythm of it. My friend stood by my side, looking at me in a way that was meant to remind me of what I had been told. The hours we had spent, she was the teacher and I was the student.
She motioned for me to sit and watch. The dancers were now moving in earnest, their bodies arching and swaying to the music. My eyes were glued to their performance, and I felt a familiar heat spread through my body. My tongue slipped between my lips to moisten them and I squirmed on the blanket. My friend caught my eye and winked. Her hand gently caressed my thigh and began its ascent upward. I stretched out my legs to accommodate her, not caring if anyone was watching.
Her fingertips grazed lightly across my lace-covered center, teasing me by drawing a figure eight pattern over and over again. A sigh escaped my lips and I eased back onto my elbows. Lifting the edge, she slipped a finger inside to feel the wetness that was pooling between my spread thighs. I moaned as her finger found my clit and began making circles around it. Panting and writhing as I felt the first wave of passion overtake my body. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every second of my climax. Not even noticing my panties being pulled off. A pair of lips lightly kissed my pussy before delving into it with their tongue. A laugh escaped my lips.
My friend and I had done this kind of play so many times...but something felt different. The lips seemed firmer. I raised my body up half way and opened my eyes. A man stared up at me, and I stared transfixed as he devoured my wetness. His tongue slipped up inside of me and I feel back against the blanket, trembling as his tongue thrust in and out of me. His hand splayed across my pelvic bone, and his thumb found my clit, rubbing it as his tongue played inside of me. I was about to cum. I must’ve said it out loud, because he rose up and with one swift motion, he was buried inside of me.
Grabbing my legs and holding them against his chest, he moved within me. My hand slipped between my legs, rubbing my button as he slid in and out of me. I turned my head to gaze at my friend and moaned in pleasure. Her dress was bunched around her waist, her fingers pushing madly in and out. Her body began to shake her eyes never leaving mine, her orgasm causing my own. My muscles tightened and convulsed around the hard cock that was buried within me...my juices covering it like lava. I felt his climax within the very depths of my soul, flooding me with warm sticky liquid. He let my legs drop to the ground and leaned forward to brush my lips with a kiss...then he was gone.
I lay there for a moment, part of me not believing what just happened, the other part basking in the aftermath. I turned to my best friend, and we both laughed, and then got dressed. Noticing that there was no longer anyone around us, we folded up the blanket and headed home. We knew we would never forget this experience...and I secretly wished for more.
It was a long drive... Terri was tired, hungry and felt she needed a shower desperately. I had dinner all ready for her and all I had to do was drop the pasta in the boiling water.
I kissed her hello and pointed her toward the bathroom where her towel and scented soap were waiting for her. "Let me know when you're ready for your back to be washed," I told her.
"Ok," she said. I could tell she was drained.
I went and busied myself in the kitchen, anxiously waiting to see her wet, naked body. Table set, candles lit, the salads waiting for dressing. What to do, what to do?
I couldn't stand it any longer. I went into the bathroom, the scent of her soap assailing my nostrils. "Ready for me yet?" I asked.
I opened the curtain and reached for the soapy cloth as she turned her back to me. The sight of her naked body made it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. Gently, at first, I soaped up her back, then applied a little more pressure, giving her a good back scrubbing. Her back washed, I didn't want to stop touching her. "If you'll turn around, I'll wash your front too," I said sheepishly. With a grin on her face, she turned to face me.
She looked past me to the opened curtain, "You're getting your floor all wet, Honey".
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