Sexy Lesbian Erotica
"Meeting Serena," an Oysters sex story by Stella Darling
At the Villa, by Sean McCall (prints starting at $29.25 available at ObsessionArt.com)
Black silky curls bounce on a porcelain skin back. She orders her coffee. Red dress, red lips: I know it’s her. I look down and compose myself. From the corner of my eye, I see long legs walking towards me. The stilettos stop beside me. I’m admiring smooth kneecaps when she taps my shoulder, winks her almond eyes and invites me outside. I follow, searching the streamlined length of her. Her angular arm reaches the glass door, painted fingers turn the knob, and the hot summer breeze moves against us.
We tap the lids of our coffee cups, move quickly, drink slowly. Adrenaline brings jitters. Caffeine amplifies them. I look at her collarbone and let my brain slip the red dress off her shoulder. I pinch a dark nipple with my forefinger and thumb, before my brain brings me back to the present.
We speak of safe topics until silence permeates…I have nothing more to say. We stroll to Pier 1 Imports, smell candles there. She tests the plushness of a red loveseat. I imagine her naked thighs wrapped in fishnet, I spread the legs open. If not tomorrow, then today. I transfer the red couch to an abandoned apartment. The room lit by the candles of my imagination. The heat of the flames warms our bare skin, brings a bit of perspiration to match the pulsing moisture between our legs.
I sit her on the loveseat, stand in front of her, raise my stiletto heel onto the cushion beside her. She sets her hand on my thigh and glides her finger toward my pussy. I trace a finger along her jaw and lift her mouth to my pussy. With my other hand, I separate my smooth lips and show her my swollen clit. She licks me slowly, savoring the flavors on her tongue.
I put my hands in her hair, raise her off the couch and bend her over in front of me. I slap her round, plump ass and bend to my knees to kiss the mark from my hand. I slap again and again, watching her pussy tighten when she clenches against the spanking.
I spread her ass cheeks to see her swollen, moist pussy. I tongue into her folds, licking her until I feel her contract against me. She wants to come. Wet, wet, wet drips down her thighs. I rub the moisture back up her thighs and smear it in a circle around her clit. Her clit is at my fingertips; her pussy is wet in my palm; and her tight ass cheeks push against my wrist. I push my thumb inside her and massage the swollen g-spot. As she gets more and more wet, I pump my fingers inside her and then crawl between her legs and lick around the threshold of her pussy, once, twice, then take her clit in my mouth on the third circle. She contracts again. She’s closer. Her juice drips down my chin.
I hear the sound of breaking glass, which brings me out of her body, out of the fantasy apartment and back into the Pier 1 Import Store. She’s giggling. I knocked a vase over with my big ass. I giggle, too, and get on all fours, picking the glass up from around her peep-toe stilettos and red toenails. She runs her arm down my back and glides her finger along the wet spot between my legs. I’ve wet my jeans. I gaze up the creamy architecture of her legs, toward the shadowed area beneath her dress. Begin again.
Copyright October 2010, Stella Darling
Published with permission from author on OystersandChocolate.com. Copying or reprinting this work in part or in whole without permission is illegal.
Originally published October 2010
