Erotic fiction inspired by Caroline Abel in “The Lounge”
When I’m at home and in the mood for pleasuring myself, I like to do it naked on my big leather couch, because that’s where I first fucked my girlfriend, Nancy. As I lie here with my legs spread and two fingers idly stroking up and down the glistening slit of my shaved pussy, I remember exactly how it happened…
I had only just walked into the white-walled, uptown gallery, when my gaze was drawn, not to the art, but in the direction of a gorgeous, long-legged blonde. She was wearing a skirt that barely covered her peachy ass, and her big breasts were encased in a pretty black bra clearly visible under her simple white top, which was unbuttoned just enough to retain her decency, but far enough to play the tease. I picked up a complimentary glass of bubbly and made my way over to her.
The sound of my high heels on the polished hardwood floor as I got closer to her made the blonde look around. Pointing at a particularly wild painting of two naked females locked in a sexual embrace, I said, “Now that’s what I call art.”
The blonde smiled, and said, “What is it about the image that moves you?”
“In a word, everything,” I answered. “I find the intense realism and chiaroscuro of the artist’s work unconditionally compelling; the way she has captured the very essence of her subjects’ desire, the emotionally unfettered nature of their sexual bond and resulting interaction is quite simply, breathtaking.”
The blonde looked at me wide eyed and said, Wow! Really?”
“Oh yes,” I replied. “That, and the fact that I think it’s totally hot!”
The blonde’s smile widened, and she said, “I so agree about it being hot, do you fancy discussing it further over another drink?”
Never being one to beat about the bush, I said, “Would you consider going somewhere more intimate, like my apartment for instance?”
“I’m Nancy,” she replied, grabbing my hand – which I took as a yes.
“My name’s Donna,” I said, and we exited the gallery in a flash.
Back at my place, the door was barely shut before Nancy began tugging at my blouse. She took off my bra and skirt, pushed me onto the couch, and straddled me. As I lay beneath her, Nancy stroked my breasts and kissed my neck. I sighed with pleasure and arched my back against the couch, rubbing my torso hard against hers. She responded by pushing me back down and giving my erect nipples a naughty tweak, as she said, “You have such magnificent breasts.”
I smiled at the compliment. Nancy kissed me along my collarbone, before moving to focus on my right breast. She slowly and delicately spiraled her tongue inward, until, after what felt like an eternity, she reached my ultra sensitive nipple. She drew her teeth over it, which made me shudder with delight, and then teased it with her tongue. I groaned with arousal as she started sucking on it, and felt the first of many waves of excitement wash over me.
After a few minutes of sucking and kneading my right breast, Nancy switched to my left one and repeated the entire arousing routine. My groans of pleasure grew in volume with every touch, suck, and flick of her tongue.
“Oh my god, Nancy,” I blurted. “You are so amazing.”
Nancy said nothing, but responded by moving one of her hands between my legs, to stroke my pussy through my tight black panties. A jolt of sexual electricity shot through my entire body, and I knew that Nancy could feel how wet I was. She quit playing with my boobs, tugged aside my panties, and trailed a finger along the slippery slit of my shaved pussy, teasingly bumping it against my swollen clit. My body trembled with pleasure and anticipation as she slid off the panties.
Nancy knelt between my spread legs and traced her fingers along my inner thighs, teasingly brushing the outer lips of my pussy. I writhed and made tiny thrusting movements against her hand. She got the message and slid a single finger effortlessly inside my wetness, at the very instant she started rubbing my clit between two fingers of her other hand. Her fingers curled inside me in a way that caused my legs to spasm; I closed my eyes and threw back my head.
I grabbed and rubbed at my breasts, roughly twisting and pinching my nipples. The desire I had for Nancy to make me come was immense, and when she withdrew her thrusting fingers and replaced them with her mouth, I knew that moment wasn’t far away. Her tongue and mouth caressed and savored every inch of my pussy, and I shuddered uncontrollably as her tongue probed my hot hole, hard and deep. As I felt an intense orgasm start to well up inside of me, Nancy turned on the tease and stopped me in my tracks.
She slid up my body and kissed me hard. The taste of my own honey on her lips drove me crazy, and I started slapping myself between my legs; I was unable to speak due to being completely lip-locked with Nancy. It was only when I accompanied my pussy slapping with whimpers of desperation that Nancy slid back down between my legs.
This time she slipped two fingers inside my wetness, while simultaneously licking and sucking my clit. The way she swirled her tongue around my nub made my body tremble, and cries of pleasure escaped my lips. Although I was riding a wave of ecstasy, I suddenly realized that I wasn’t the only one moaning and gasping – Nancy was too. I opened my eyes and saw that she had a hand inside her panties and was getting off on getting me off.
Nancy suddenly withdrew her fingers and penetrated my sopping wet pussy with her tongue, and I gasped with surprise as it entered me. She only probed around for a short while though; just long enough to get a taste of my sweet juices, before she switched back to using two fingers. She flexed them once they were inside, to stretch me wider. Her action was unexpected and I yelped, but it felt so good; I was so close to coming I could almost taste it. Nancy’s breathless cries told me that she too was getting close. While still frigging me like crazy, she pursed her lips around my clit and sucked. That was all it took. My pelvis arched up against her hand and mouth momentarily, before my entire body began undulating uncontrollably. I screamed, “Oh yes! Yes! Yes, Nancy! Yes!” as an orgasm tore through me that was so intense it felt like I’d been struck by lightening. As I shook wildly, so did Nancy, her hands and mouth still between my legs, as she climaxed too. Our mutual orgasm was so powerful, Nancy licking me right through it, which catapulted me off on another wave of ecstasy.
It was quite some time before we eventually recovered, but when we did, as I gazed at Nancy’s glowing face, I knew this was so much more than a one-night stand.
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