Stranger Sex
A Hot Lesbian Encounter
A Lover's Touch, by China Hamilton (available at ObsessionArt.com)
There were three reasons I never went to the gay pride
parade: the crowds, the heat, and the hours of standing on my feet. I hated it.
But this year, my friend Lily was marching and I’d promised I’d cheer her on.
So, I sucked it up and went.
The turnout was huge and viewers stood several rows deep
from the police barriers. I was about three people away from the street. The
afternoon sun baked the top of my head and I kept wiping sweat off my forehead.
Behind us, a building cast a shadow on the sidewalk and I moved back to get
some relief in its shade. Lily would have to understand if I wasn’t right up
front.
A police barrier had been moved to the rear of the sidewalk,
close to the building, and I bent over and leaned my elbows on it. The shade
felt good and the cooling sweat soothed my burning skin. It had been a very hot
couple of weeks, and since all my shorts were in the wash, I’d thrown on a
light, flowing skirt, which allowed a blessed breeze up my legs.
I straightened up to drink some water and as I sipped, I saw
a woman, also close to the building, walking toward me. A flush warmed my body
again, but not from the sun. Short brown hair was pushed over her ears and
piled on top in a deliberate mess. She had deep brown eyes, luscious lips, and
a tight, athletic body. Damn, she’s fucking hot, I thought.
Several contingents were passing us, setting off a flurry of
activity. The crowd around me started jumping, screaming, clapping, and waving
rainbow flags.
Silently, the hot woman inched closer until she was right
behind me. More people had arrived but no one joined us behind the barrier.
I felt a bump against my ass but thought nothing of it.
People walking by were probably jostling her.
Another bump. The woman’s crotch was right up against my
ass. Heat penetrated the thin fabric of my skirt and spread across my cheeks
and down to my pussy.
What nerve. But I
smiled. Hot as she was, I didn’t care if she copped a feel off me.
My skirt tickled my thighs as it slowly rose up. What is
she doing? I turned my head to tell her to
step back, but her hands touched my skin and my words caught in my throat. When
she had my skirt over my ass, I got nervous and looked around. No one seemed to
notice.
My underwear slipped aside and she pressed her pelvis
against me again. My knees shook. I felt her hands fumbling behind me, then
something smooth and round brushed against my clit. I recognized it right away.
It was the head of a dildo.
It didn’t take long for it to become coated with my wetness,
and she slid it expertly inside me, nice and easy. I could tell that she had
positioned my skirt to cover the dildo, but I almost didn’t care at that point
if anyone saw me getting fucked right there on the street.
She slid it in and out slowly at first, but soon she was
ramming it into me. I stood up a little so I could brace myself on the barrier
with my hands. My knuckles turned white from gripping the wood and I tried not
to move too much, for fear of attracting attention.
All I could do then was close my eyes and enjoy the feel of
the thick silicone as it pushed into me. Her right hand caressed the front of
my thigh until it reached my pussy. Fingertips massaged my clit.
“Oh, god,” I couldn’t help saying aloud as an orgasm started
ripping through me. I bit my lip, praying I wouldn’t scream. My mouth opened in
glorious agony but, thankfully, nothing came out.
Shit. I clamped onto
the wood and a current traced my nerve endings from my center all the way to my
clit. I shuddered hard, as if an Arctic blast had just shot through me, and I
sighed.
Her fingers withdrew from my pussy and left a wet trail
around my thighs. The dildo slipped out and my skirt was gently pulled down
over my ass.
It took me a few seconds to recover, and I wanted to thank
the stranger and offer return services at my apartment. But when I turned
around, she was gone. I scanned the crowd, but she had disappeared.
Another contingent was passing. Lily’s group. The crowd got
excited again. I fluttered my rainbow flag and waved at Lily on her float. Thanks
for making me come to the parade, Lily. I
scanned the crowd one more time. And thanks for making me come,
whoever you are.
God, I loved this parade.
Originally published February 2010