Lesbian Erotica
"Underhanded" a sex story by Giselle Renarde
I once asked my girlfriend, “Do you ever wonder what a lesbian glory hole would look like?”
She laughed, of course. Kendra always laughs when I say stuff like that.
“It couldn’t be a hole in a wall,” she said, “because what would lesbians stick through it?”
“You could stick your tongue through a hole in the wall,” I replied with a shrug.
She disagreed. “That wouldn’t work. No way you could give oral through a hole.”
Okay, so she was probably right about that. Even if it was possible, it would definitely be awkward.
“Well,” I said, “one could bend over and press her pussy to the hole, and then the girl on the other side could fingerfuck her.”
But Kendra shook her head. “Women wouldn’t do that, not with strangers.”
I wasn’t so sure, but it’s easier not to argue.
The next time we found ourselves together in a public washroom, it just happened to be at our favourite restaurant. After settling the bill, Kendra had ducked into the bathroom to pee and I’d followed along. Though there were five stalls in total, I couldn’t recall ever seeing any other patrons using them.
Kendra took the first stall and I walked down to the other end to give her space. When I got to the end of the row, she called my name in that seductive sing-song voice of hers. My heart beat fast as I turned around, to see what she wanted. I think I already knew.
“Don’t go so far,” she said. “Come, get in the stall next to me.”
No way I could resist, not with the way she was grinning at me. So I retraced my steps, slipping into the stall beside Kendra’s. After padding the toilet seat with paper, I pulled up my skirt, dropped my panties and peed while my girl did the same.
Just as I was wiping myself, a hand appeared underneath the divider wall between my stall and Kendra’s. I took one look at those fingers and their “come hither” motion, and I burst out laughing.
“You’re not serious,” I said.
“Why not?” Her hands stayed put, but her fingers kept moving, beckoning my pussy.
“What if someone walks in?” I looked at the structure of the stall itself, but the stainless steel walls between stalls were higher up from the floor than the doors were.
“Then you just stand up when you hear the door open,” my girlfriend said. “They’d never know.”
This was a nice restaurant, and the bathroom seemed very clean, nice slate floors, no toilet paper on the ground. And Kendra was right—nobody would ever know—so how could I object?
With my panties around my ankles and my skirt bunched up over my hips, I leaned my back against the cold wall and inched my way down into a squat. My thighs trembled even before my pussy landed smack in Kendra’s outreached hand. When I felt her fingers brushing my pubic hair, my whole body quaked and I hissed, “Oh my God!” even though I was trying to be quiet.
She said, “Shh!” no doubt to tease me while her fingers found my slit. It never took me long to get wet, and there was something about squatting inches from the floor in a public bathroom that really got my juices flowing. By the time she started smacking my cunt, giving me sharp little spankings against my naked pussy lips, I was dripping nectar all over her hand.
My tender flesh sizzled from the slaps, and I yelped with every one. My thighs shook so hard they barely kept me up, but I pressed my back against the wall and my hands against my knees, and hoped I wouldn’t fall and smack my pussy on the floor.
I don’t know why I was surprised when Kendra stopped spanking me. The sharp sensation was becoming unbearable, but I inexplicably wanted more. And then she pressed a finger up into my wet snatch, and I couldn’t have cared less about spankings. I wanted this now. I wanted my girl to fingerfuck me… hard!
“Fuck, you are so tight!” Kendra said through the wall.
There was something about that word, tight, that made me clench even harder against her finger. It’s not something she said very often. In fact, I couldn’t remember her ever telling me I was tight before.
“Say that again,” I begged her as she somehow managed to get another finger inside my unyielding slit.
“Tight,” she whispered as she moved in me so slowly I could hardly stand the suspense. “God, girl, you are damn tight.”
Closecrop by Kathy Slamen
My thighs were killing me, and I winced at the pain in my muscles, but I didn’t want Kendra to stop. Two fingers had never felt so huge inside me, and I knew it was all about this strange position, perched so close to the floor I could feel the chilly air coming off the cool stone tiles.
As Kendra moved her fingers faster inside my wet pussy, I wanted to fuck them back, to buck down on that unrelenting girth, but I knew if I tried to move even an inch, I was sure to collapse.
“That feel good?” she asked, like it was a real question, like she wasn’t sure if I was into this and she really needed to know.
The sound that came from my throat was a whimper of a yes, barely there though I wanted to scream it at the top of my lungs. The wet squelch of my cunt spoke for me as her fingers fucked my pussy even harder than before. They wanted me to come. Kendra had me at that brink, and she wanted to toss me over. I wanted it, too.
My pussy hugged those fingers hard, and I wondered what Kendra was doing over there with one spare hand. Was she playing with her clit, or focusing all her energy on me? My thighs trembled like crazy, shaking so hard I had to reach up and grab hold of the toilet paper dispenser. That gave me just enough leverage to grind down on Kendra’s hand, milking my favourite fingers as they fucked me.
I was getting there fast, and I knew exactly what would push me over that cliff. With my skirt still bunched up over my waist, I let my fingers slip down between my legs. My clit pulsed when I touched it, sending streaks of electricity through my pussy. I was hanging off the toilet paper holder now, so low to the ground the back of Kendra’s hand smacked the floor, but she kept on fucking me.
“Yes!” I hissed over and over again. Scouring my clit, I banged Kendra’s fingers, squeezing them hard with my tense pussy muscles. “Yes, yes, yesssss…”
It was then the door squeaked open and a pair of heels click-clacked across the floor. I froze. My mind was saying, “Get up, stupid! Stand up now!” but my whole body was in spasm. It wasn’t until Kendra slipped her fingers from my pussy that I managed to pull myself up. The footsteps outside didn’t slow and that woman didn’t say anything, so I’m sure she didn’t know what we were up to. Even so, my heart was racing and I had to lean against the wall to stay on me feet.
“Well?” Kendra said, winking at me in the mirror as we washed our hands side by side.
“Well?” I teased, winking back at her.
“What did you think of that?”
“That…” I shook the water from my fingertips and then grabbed a paper towel. “…was underhanded.”
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Copyright January 2012, Giselle Renard
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