1. Catching Up (Part 6)


    Date: 6/20/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: tak0chan, Source: LushStories

    After the bright, brisk Hello with which she answered the phone, Fenella’s next words, Oh Jo, how lovely , came at a lower, more intimate pitch, with a throaty, feline vibrancy that sent pleasurable shivers over my skin. “Are you back home now?” “Yes, I’ve been home for a while.” I took a breath to steady myself, then went on: “I’ve been reading. About you. And about Pilar…” “Oh…?” Her voice softened still more to a silkily caressing purr. “And…?” “I got to the bit where you and she first danced together.” “Only that far?” “Fen, I had to stop there. It was… oh god, it was so…” “...arousing…?” “Yes. Imagining you and her… holding each other close. Your breasts pressing against her, hers against you… That got me excited…” “Just from reading that?” “Yes, just from that. It reminded me of what it felt like having you in my arms…back then…” “Ah, yes… I know… I’ve been remembering that too…” “Yes, darling. You wrote about it.” “…remembering you kissing me, your hands caressing me, your fingertips trailing up my thighs…” “Oh god yes. Remembering the feel of you… I just had to stop reading. I got wet thinking about it” I switched my phone into speaker mode, freeing both my hands, then I leaned forward, extending my arms between my thighs until my fingertips reached the hollows behind my knees – I’m very sensitive there – then leaned back, drawing my fingertips up my inner thighs and pulling up the hem of my négligée . My forefingers came to rest full length against my outer labia, ...
    and I began to squeeze gently and rhythmically from either side, teasing my clit with the indirect pressure and release. “I know what you mean,” Fen murmured. . “The memory does that to me too. Ahhh…” I heard a brief, faint but unmistakable moan. “Are you feeling wet now?” “What do you think? Imagining you…getting wet imagining me… Ohhh…Oh yes…” I could hear her breathing heavily in the pause before she went on: “So, when you had to stop reading because you felt so wet – mmm, I’m loving hearing you talk about this – did you have to do something about that excitement?” There was no mistaking the erotic breathiness in her voice now. The purr had become a soft, sensual, growl. “Yes, I did.” “What did you do, darling?” “Surely you can guess.” “Ohhh, yesssss…” Her voice was little more than a whisper now, but so full of seductive vibrancy it felt as if she had reached out to touch a deeply intimate part of myself. “Sure I can guess. But I want you to tell me what you did…what you felt… Go on darling, tell me! ” I started telling her, in full graphic detail. From the sound of her breathing and her increasingly frequent sighs and moans I could tell that my blow-by-blow, stroke-by-stroke account was turning her on big time. When I got to telling her how I had fucked myself anally she gave a loud, growling Mmmm … “You sound as if you’re really wet now,” I said. At that point she must have moved her phone close to her wetness, because the next thing I heard was the unmistakable sound of ...
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