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*Warning: I’m N-O-T a professional translator. So I ask you to show some indulgence to inevitable errors which you will find in this text. By hoping, however, that there is not too much! Well, at least, I tried my best!
This short lesbian novel is the translation of a text which I wrote in French, there’s some years ago. I sincerely hope you’ll like it. Love you all, folks!
Johanne (English version)
That makes about fifteen minutes that I walk in the street now. According to the numbers of doors, I do not have to be any more so much far from the address which she left me in her last e-mail. She is named Marie-Andrée. It is our first meeting today.
According to the agency with which I dealed, Marie-Andrée should suit completely in the fact that I look. Personally, I was never packed at the idea of turning to the services of an agency of meeting, so serious it is. Doubtless it is due to certain prejudices conveyed in the society, but an agency of meeting always seemed to me a solution of losers, a solution for people who were too ugly, excess idiots or too much potted to see frequently interesting people.
It is not because I correspond to these qualifiers, far from there. I am 23 years old. I am fair, the cut short hair, that gives me a small air "tomboy" who contributes to my charm. Besides being big, let us admit that I have forms more than generous, if you know what I mean. Without being big, I have what is needed where it is necessary, as pointed out it to me one day a colleague. Subtle. Moreover, to the office, it is not the proposals of meeting that are lacking. For several of my working companions, I convey undoubtedly the perfect image of the stupid blonde ready to sleep with the first to come. The real bimbo, as say the Americans. Stereotypes really have the hard life! Anyway, these people do not interest me
I am not the kind to frequent bars. Furthermore, my "preferences" would rather be badly seen in a place as macho than my workplace. Thus, I decided to appeal with this agency which recommended to me a friend. As we are off-peak in the office, I did not too much have pain to negotiate my afternoon of vacation with my boss. Exactly, it falls well. We are on Friday, with in addition a sun of July to cook an egg on a pavement. Just to make a good impression, I dressed for the opportunity of a holding capable of emphasizing my forms: skin-tight pale blue pants, vest of white sailor with sleeveless stripes and low-heeled sandals. Handbag hung on on the shoulder, I approach my destination.
Arrived in front of the building, I see a woman being sunbathed, spread on the stomach, her face aside on the arms crossed in front of the body. When I say "woman", in her case, it is about an euphemism. A G-O-D-D-E-S-S! According to the description that she gave me, Marie-Andrée left me a little bit perplexed. I had tried to imagine a woman in the forms so mesmerizing. But the feast which I have under eyes exceeds by far my craziest expectations. The first images which occur me are the ones which appear in arts books, where we see the callipygian Venus, the Venus " with the beautiful buttocks ", exposed to the Museum of Naples, as well as the Venus in the horn, much more older that one, symbol of fertility. Indeed, everything in her is fertility: buttocks and round and firm thighs as well as wide and powerful hips. But what would have been able to become easily disproportionate at the other women harmonizes in a perfect balance at Marie-Andrée. It is necessary to say that its sexy swimsuit, from which the top is removed, adds to the pleasure.
Not knowing if she sleeps, I approach slowly. Reached nearby, I clear up my voice. This weak noise is sufficient to make her go out of her slumber. Raising the head, she looks at me at the beginning of a little bit sleepy air, the left hand in visor to protect herself from the sun. Then she smiles to me and asks me if I am Johanne. Immediately, she fastens the top of her shirt and gets up by folding untidily the towel on which she was widened.
Holy Virgin Mary that she is beautiful! One thousand mouths could not satisfy hunger with this delicious flesh: the fine and regular lines, the eyes of blue-green changeable one as the sea, the frizzy hair brown downward up to shoulders, wide but muscular arms, juicy breast as two watermelons, deserving of Sophia Loren in her best years, a stomach deserving of works of the Flemish great masters, without counting the intoxicating fragrance of its sunscreen. Everything invites neglected and in the sensual delight at this woman. Without abandoning her mischievous smile, Marie-Andrée invites me to come down at her place.
Marie-Andrée's apartment is furnished with simplicity and taste. Sat comfortably in the lounge, we begin to get to know each other better. Marie-Andrée is a little younger than me. She is only 21 years old. Having obtained her college degree in arts and sciences, she took advantage of her savings to travel and work. In spite of her young age, we can say that she has knocked about quite a bit. In two years, Marie-Andrée crossed numerous countries of Africa and Asia: Burkina Faso, Mali, Chad, Niger, Cameroon, the Philippines, Thailand, Malaysia, Vietnam, Laos, The Tibet. Of course, there are several other places to the world which she intends to discover. But a little more sedentary lifestyle does not hurt from time to time, even if we like traveling. Now, Marie-Andrée works in a travel agency. She plans to return to the studies from the next half of the year, in architecture town planning. While chatting, my hostess brings bac of the kitchen a tray with two fresh lemonades and small hand-made biscuits.
While tasting the lemonade and the biscuits, I cannot refrain from melting my look in that of Marie-Andrée. As she speaks to me, every intonation, every change of rhythm of her voice become either twinkling waterfalls or waves of a peaceful sea streams of which delight me every time of a delicious pleasure. I want this woman!!! The more we speak, the more we report us that we have heaps of things in common. An insatiable appetite for traveling, the good food, art, in brief the taste pronounced for all which is new. I can't stand it anymore. While keeping chatting, I take slowly Marie-Andrée's hand and put it on my mouth. She does not seem to be frightened it. I kiss delicately the palm. She does not take offence at it yet. I continue. Caressing lips the forearm, I enjoy with delights her fleshy and firm arm. In so doing, I approach Marie-Andrée until feel her hot breath. Her breath, embalmed by the lemonade and the biscuits, pours in my nostrils in steams given rhythm by its breath. I look at her. She stops gradually speaking to make way for this charming smile with which she presented me the first time when I addressed her.
From now on, I can enjoy the entertainment of her plentiful, generous breast, which lifts up itself calmly, majestically. I make slide the straps of her shirt along the arms. This is when Marie-Andrée interrupts my movement by taking my hands slightly, always by smiling. Far from stopping me, I plunge my hands into her light brown hair. Our breasts contact at the moment. Lips thin and chiselled by Marie-Andrée half-open. How to resist in such appeal! Immediately, I enjoy this dehiscent fruit to delight me of its contents. The contact of her tongue in my mouth seems like to me an electric shock! Without further delay, my tongue answers her with an energy of which I would never have believed her capable. With jerky sighs, our mouths open and close with sensual delight. On the same launched, Marie - Andrée's hands come to settle on my breasts. Slowly at first, she masses them with an increasing enthusiasm. Far from staying of ice, I abandon Marie-Andrée's soft hair to go to meet both rich masses which decorate her bust, with no less energy. I feel my panties getting wet. I am about to have an orgasm! As if she felt this moment arriving, Marie-Andrée rules out slowly my hands of her body. Our mouths also get loose, reluctantly.
Panting, smiling, we look a long moment, without pronouncing a single word. When we resumed our senses, Marie-Andrée gets up by taking me the hand. Seeing my perplexity, she reassures me by saying to me that she prefers that we put back this girl "discussion" this evening, after a good supper. We get on on the restaurant and the hour. Then we leave, not without a long kiss, punctuated with caresses.
The supper is excellent. Marie-Andrée and I take advantage of it to get to know each other better. Although I please her a lot, she found that things went slightly too fast in the afternoon. While staying both opened to new relations with other women, we agree to make an end of way together. It is when we discuss our small whims that Marie-Andrée pricks my curiosity.
" Do you Know the technique of the rosary? No? It is the small jewel that made me discover a woman with whom I took out when I was in Africa. The invention is not of African origin, but it does not matter. It is a question of a set of small glass or plastic balls connected bound by a thread and ended with a cork provided with a ring, as the one that we find on lollipops for babies. When we made one 69, the one introduced the rosary, slowly, ball by ball, into the anus of other one. Then she removed it in the same way. If you want, we shall try it when that will suit you. "
Of return at Marie-Andrée, I take advantage of it to unpack a small box of chocolates undergrowth in cherries and jar of jam of rose petals which I bought for the opportunity. Marie-Andrée looks at me of a taken aback air. She is dressed in a white blouse with puffed sleeves, in a skirt rider of ochre color and a pair of black boots. This mixture of classic elegance and relaxed sports holding is going to her to delight! Although this way of dressing can seem excessive in this period of the year, Marie-Andrée is hampered by no means. Besides, she knows well at what people, men in particular, like looking at a woman's. In this case, there is nothing better that ample clothes to get rid of the annoying eyes. Sat comfortably in the sofa which welcomed our first emotions, I open the box of chocolates, while Marie-Andrée prepares us a small cocktail of her composition, with Tia Maria.
Whereas Marie-Andrée returns with glasses, a soft air of jazz interpreted in the piano fills the room. "It is Bill Evans, tells me my host. I hope that you like him." I admit that I am not very shod in this music kind. But the subtle and mesmerizing phrasing of the artist has enough to seduce me. Having sipped some mouthfuls, Marie-Andrée decreases the intensity of the lamp to leave only a felted lighting. The supper, music, the alcohol and the subdued light become so many preludes to games every scenario of which excites me more than the precedent. I put down my glass on the oval table of the lounge and offer a chocolate to this wonderful woman sat just next to me. Immediately, the same smile teasing that of this afternoon illuminates his beautiful face. Marie-Andrée has everything to make me mad with desire!
She takes the chocolate which I tighten to her and carry it quite slowly in her mouth. Without saying a word and without abandoning adorable sound to smile, she tastes it slowly, inhaling greedily the syrup concealed in the small round form. It is too much! I approach her and kiss her full on the lips. Immediately, my tongue begins exploring every hidden recess of her mouth, stealing from the passage a little this soft nectar which she did not have time to swallow. From then on, our tongues hug in a fervent ballet deserving of the Rite of Spring, of Igor Stravinsky. Meanwhile, my hands take advantage of this delicious moment to sneak under Marie-Andrée's blouse, in search of another meeting, interrupted too early in the afternoon. They slide slowly along her stomach vast and full of energy as the sea. Then they pursue their trajectory towards the back for unfasten her bra. Finally, they return forwards to seize strongly the both full masses, which waited only for this movement. My thumbs caress with sensual delight the rough surface of areolas, before my other fingers pinch nipples, ready to open. Incited by this movement, Marie-Andrée abandons my mouth to lap me the face and cover it with kisses. We remove each the blouse or the vest of other one, as well as bra.
Our breasts are completely naked. The same light shines in our eyes. Marie-Andrée pulls me immediately on the carpet. Reached the ground, she delights with gusto in my breast, which is more than generous too. In so doing, she removes my pants and my panties. Quite there the help of my legs, I off-load my sandals without too much effort. I am now completely naked. Seizing the head of my mistress, I go raise her a little to smell the soft perfume of her hair. It smells sweetly the cream of oat. Nosing about in this hot forest, I cover her with kisses. But, gravity obliges, Marie - Andrée's head gets down again to gobble up my breasts with a greediness which I did not know her. I promise me well to give tit for tat to her when will come my turn. Continuing to caress her plentiful hair, I push her head between my breasts to make her a massage that she will forget not for a while!
I feel that I begin to wet. Marie-Andrée had to notice it, because she masses me the pubis with more and more vigour. Already the fingers sink into my pussy. The dam is about to break! At the end of a few minutes, locks open to let pass by a stream of cyprine the carpet of which will keep for a long time the imprint. I seize Marie - Andrée's hand to carry her in my mouth. I lick my lips with some invaluable liquid, even going as far as whitewashing me the face and the breast. Far from being selfish however, I plunge my hand into my intimate well to share with my partner it. She too delights with greediness.
Without transition, Marie-Andrée extends slowly under me. Astride on her, I kiss her face and her neck. Already, she pushes small groans of pleasure. I mass lovingly the breast of this goddess to enjoy every fold of her stomach until suck it and nibble the navel. This gesture doubtless tickles her, because she roars. From then on, I remove her boots, her dress and her panties in the shape of G-string, which it put specially for the opportunity, leaving openly a small bundle of brown down. My fingers hardly have time to caress this smooth nest that I feel lips half-opening, like a roast chestnut on the point to burst. She is completely naked! I contemplate her in all the magnificence. Letting be boisterous my tongue on the immense and muscular thighs, I go back up towards her pubis. That had to make for a long time that Marie-Andrée waited for this moment. I can already feel the clammy heat of her small nest of down. As soon as I begin to lick it, she opens more her thighs by pushing languishing sighs. The invitation is we cannot any more pressing! I open her lips with my fingers. They are already quite dipped by her royal jelly. Without further delay, I plunge them to appreciate better the flavor. She begins to wriggle by looking at me of an almost pleading air. Catching me sometimes in the buttocks, sometimes in her hips, I let my tongue, then all my mouth delight in sound crotches. As soon as I reach the clitoris, I nibble it while sucking it greedily. Blindly, Marie-Andrée does not any more content with sighing or with grumbling. She shouts and shed tears of joy as person possessed in trance in a faster and faster scansion. Soon, I cannot watch at her any more enjoying, as I so much like making it, not only with her, but with all the others. My mistress pushes me the head between the thighs, still gleaming of my saliva and her sweat. It is her first orgasm! Others do not delay following. Exhausted, she releases her embrace on my head. My face is completely soaked with its delicious cyprine. I had a rough time more. Dripping with sweat, Marie-Andrée takes back gradually her normal breath.
Taking advantage of this brief calm, I seize the small jar of jam of rose petals which I brought for the occasion. Whoever tasted this refined dish knows the intoxicating aroma and the delicate flavor. By means of my fingers, I whitewash paint tenderly thighs, stomach, breasts, cheeks, then mouth of this Aphrodite's reincarnation. Spread near my partner, I take some chocolates in my box to savour them with her. One of us leash a little to melt in her mouth, then just crunches it enough to let pass by the syrup of cherry. Immediately, the other one plays the game by kissing it fervently, what allows her to savour in her turn the invaluable liquid, as well as the chocolate envelope which surrounds it. Far from satisfying me with these narrow-minded girls, I pursue our feast by satisfying me with the jelly of roses with which I coated lovingly Marie-Andrée's body. It is to the real concert of the senses that my mouth and my nostrils are invited. For a long time, lovingly, I lap, suck up the liquid, at the same time as the receptacle of flesh which holds her place of chalice. A million mouths could not satisfy hunger with all this flesh! Reached the breast, I seize its immense breasts by molding them in a soft, but steady movement. I suck noisily her nipples, which became hard as some stone. Marie-Andrée starts again looking at me by smiling, the faster and faster breath. Won by this new wave of pleasure, she seizes her breasts in turn to print them a stronger massage. Hoarse sounds emanate from her throat. After a long moment, I pursue my ascent towards her face. We kiss each other fervently. I end the feast by finishing the jar of jam of rose gelly in the same way as with chocolates cherries. Exhausted, but happy, we embrace one of the other one and we put to sleep peacefully.
This first loving meeting was splendid! Marie-Andrée even succeeded in making me try her rosary. Although I do not take so much pleasure there as her, I have to say that the experience did not displease me.
We decided to live together. We form from now on a couple, but not in the exclusive sense of the term. From time to time, we like to give spice our relation with other women. It is sometimes friends, sometimes unknowns returned at random meetings. All are not lesbian. Some are bisexual, whereas others accept our proposals by taste of the change. In this case, none was disappointed. The experience, the know-how which drive us and the passion, Marie-Andrée and I, even convinced of it several to renew their "subscription" repeatedly. Naturally, considering the animated character of our small social meetings, we did not really have choice to seek a place, say, a little more discreet. To this end, we rent for time in other an isolated enough chalet, near a lake. The owner, an old friend of Marie-Andrée, agrees us a price more than reasonable. Here is the summer which I am not to forget! By the way, if you need a good address for an agency of meetings, do not hesitate to announce me it. Obviously, it does not mean that you will have inevitably so much luck as me. After all, every first meeting is always submitted to the inexorable law of the fate.
This short lesbian novel is the translation of a text which I wrote in French, there’s some years ago. I sincerely hope you’ll like it. Love you all, folks!
Johanne (English version)
That makes about fifteen minutes that I walk in the street now. According to the numbers of doors, I do not have to be any more so much far from the address which she left me in her last e-mail. She is named Marie-Andrée. It is our first meeting today.
According to the agency with which I dealed, Marie-Andrée should suit completely in the fact that I look. Personally, I was never packed at the idea of turning to the services of an agency of meeting, so serious it is. Doubtless it is due to certain prejudices conveyed in the society, but an agency of meeting always seemed to me a solution of losers, a solution for people who were too ugly, excess idiots or too much potted to see frequently interesting people.
It is not because I correspond to these qualifiers, far from there. I am 23 years old. I am fair, the cut short hair, that gives me a small air "tomboy" who contributes to my charm. Besides being big, let us admit that I have forms more than generous, if you know what I mean. Without being big, I have what is needed where it is necessary, as pointed out it to me one day a colleague. Subtle. Moreover, to the office, it is not the proposals of meeting that are lacking. For several of my working companions, I convey undoubtedly the perfect image of the stupid blonde ready to sleep with the first to come. The real bimbo, as say the Americans. Stereotypes really have the hard life! Anyway, these people do not interest me
I am not the kind to frequent bars. Furthermore, my "preferences" would rather be badly seen in a place as macho than my workplace. Thus, I decided to appeal with this agency which recommended to me a friend. As we are off-peak in the office, I did not too much have pain to negotiate my afternoon of vacation with my boss. Exactly, it falls well. We are on Friday, with in addition a sun of July to cook an egg on a pavement. Just to make a good impression, I dressed for the opportunity of a holding capable of emphasizing my forms: skin-tight pale blue pants, vest of white sailor with sleeveless stripes and low-heeled sandals. Handbag hung on on the shoulder, I approach my destination.
Arrived in front of the building, I see a woman being sunbathed, spread on the stomach, her face aside on the arms crossed in front of the body. When I say "woman", in her case, it is about an euphemism. A G-O-D-D-E-S-S! According to the description that she gave me, Marie-Andrée left me a little bit perplexed. I had tried to imagine a woman in the forms so mesmerizing. But the feast which I have under eyes exceeds by far my craziest expectations. The first images which occur me are the ones which appear in arts books, where we see the callipygian Venus, the Venus " with the beautiful buttocks ", exposed to the Museum of Naples, as well as the Venus in the horn, much more older that one, symbol of fertility. Indeed, everything in her is fertility: buttocks and round and firm thighs as well as wide and powerful hips. But what would have been able to become easily disproportionate at the other women harmonizes in a perfect balance at Marie-Andrée. It is necessary to say that its sexy swimsuit, from which the top is removed, adds to the pleasure.
Not knowing if she sleeps, I approach slowly. Reached nearby, I clear up my voice. This weak noise is sufficient to make her go out of her slumber. Raising the head, she looks at me at the beginning of a little bit sleepy air, the left hand in visor to protect herself from the sun. Then she smiles to me and asks me if I am Johanne. Immediately, she fastens the top of her shirt and gets up by folding untidily the towel on which she was widened.
Holy Virgin Mary that she is beautiful! One thousand mouths could not satisfy hunger with this delicious flesh: the fine and regular lines, the eyes of blue-green changeable one as the sea, the frizzy hair brown downward up to shoulders, wide but muscular arms, juicy breast as two watermelons, deserving of Sophia Loren in her best years, a stomach deserving of works of the Flemish great masters, without counting the intoxicating fragrance of its sunscreen. Everything invites neglected and in the sensual delight at this woman. Without abandoning her mischievous smile, Marie-Andrée invites me to come down at her place.
Marie-Andrée's apartment is furnished with simplicity and taste. Sat comfortably in the lounge, we begin to get to know each other better. Marie-Andrée is a little younger than me. She is only 21 years old. Having obtained her college degree in arts and sciences, she took advantage of her savings to travel and work. In spite of her young age, we can say that she has knocked about quite a bit. In two years, Marie-Andrée crossed numerous countries of Africa and Asia: Burkina Faso, Mali, Chad, Niger, Cameroon, the Philippines, Thailand, Malaysia, Vietnam, Laos, The Tibet. Of course, there are several other places to the world which she intends to discover. But a little more sedentary lifestyle does not hurt from time to time, even if we like traveling. Now, Marie-Andrée works in a travel agency. She plans to return to the studies from the next half of the year, in architecture town planning. While chatting, my hostess brings bac of the kitchen a tray with two fresh lemonades and small hand-made biscuits.
While tasting the lemonade and the biscuits, I cannot refrain from melting my look in that of Marie-Andrée. As she speaks to me, every intonation, every change of rhythm of her voice become either twinkling waterfalls or waves of a peaceful sea streams of which delight me every time of a delicious pleasure. I want this woman!!! The more we speak, the more we report us that we have heaps of things in common. An insatiable appetite for traveling, the good food, art, in brief the taste pronounced for all which is new. I can't stand it anymore. While keeping chatting, I take slowly Marie-Andrée's hand and put it on my mouth. She does not seem to be frightened it. I kiss delicately the palm. She does not take offence at it yet. I continue. Caressing lips the forearm, I enjoy with delights her fleshy and firm arm. In so doing, I approach Marie-Andrée until feel her hot breath. Her breath, embalmed by the lemonade and the biscuits, pours in my nostrils in steams given rhythm by its breath. I look at her. She stops gradually speaking to make way for this charming smile with which she presented me the first time when I addressed her.
From now on, I can enjoy the entertainment of her plentiful, generous breast, which lifts up itself calmly, majestically. I make slide the straps of her shirt along the arms. This is when Marie-Andrée interrupts my movement by taking my hands slightly, always by smiling. Far from stopping me, I plunge my hands into her light brown hair. Our breasts contact at the moment. Lips thin and chiselled by Marie-Andrée half-open. How to resist in such appeal! Immediately, I enjoy this dehiscent fruit to delight me of its contents. The contact of her tongue in my mouth seems like to me an electric shock! Without further delay, my tongue answers her with an energy of which I would never have believed her capable. With jerky sighs, our mouths open and close with sensual delight. On the same launched, Marie - Andrée's hands come to settle on my breasts. Slowly at first, she masses them with an increasing enthusiasm. Far from staying of ice, I abandon Marie-Andrée's soft hair to go to meet both rich masses which decorate her bust, with no less energy. I feel my panties getting wet. I am about to have an orgasm! As if she felt this moment arriving, Marie-Andrée rules out slowly my hands of her body. Our mouths also get loose, reluctantly.
Panting, smiling, we look a long moment, without pronouncing a single word. When we resumed our senses, Marie-Andrée gets up by taking me the hand. Seeing my perplexity, she reassures me by saying to me that she prefers that we put back this girl "discussion" this evening, after a good supper. We get on on the restaurant and the hour. Then we leave, not without a long kiss, punctuated with caresses.
The supper is excellent. Marie-Andrée and I take advantage of it to get to know each other better. Although I please her a lot, she found that things went slightly too fast in the afternoon. While staying both opened to new relations with other women, we agree to make an end of way together. It is when we discuss our small whims that Marie-Andrée pricks my curiosity.
" Do you Know the technique of the rosary? No? It is the small jewel that made me discover a woman with whom I took out when I was in Africa. The invention is not of African origin, but it does not matter. It is a question of a set of small glass or plastic balls connected bound by a thread and ended with a cork provided with a ring, as the one that we find on lollipops for babies. When we made one 69, the one introduced the rosary, slowly, ball by ball, into the anus of other one. Then she removed it in the same way. If you want, we shall try it when that will suit you. "
Of return at Marie-Andrée, I take advantage of it to unpack a small box of chocolates undergrowth in cherries and jar of jam of rose petals which I bought for the opportunity. Marie-Andrée looks at me of a taken aback air. She is dressed in a white blouse with puffed sleeves, in a skirt rider of ochre color and a pair of black boots. This mixture of classic elegance and relaxed sports holding is going to her to delight! Although this way of dressing can seem excessive in this period of the year, Marie-Andrée is hampered by no means. Besides, she knows well at what people, men in particular, like looking at a woman's. In this case, there is nothing better that ample clothes to get rid of the annoying eyes. Sat comfortably in the sofa which welcomed our first emotions, I open the box of chocolates, while Marie-Andrée prepares us a small cocktail of her composition, with Tia Maria.
Whereas Marie-Andrée returns with glasses, a soft air of jazz interpreted in the piano fills the room. "It is Bill Evans, tells me my host. I hope that you like him." I admit that I am not very shod in this music kind. But the subtle and mesmerizing phrasing of the artist has enough to seduce me. Having sipped some mouthfuls, Marie-Andrée decreases the intensity of the lamp to leave only a felted lighting. The supper, music, the alcohol and the subdued light become so many preludes to games every scenario of which excites me more than the precedent. I put down my glass on the oval table of the lounge and offer a chocolate to this wonderful woman sat just next to me. Immediately, the same smile teasing that of this afternoon illuminates his beautiful face. Marie-Andrée has everything to make me mad with desire!
She takes the chocolate which I tighten to her and carry it quite slowly in her mouth. Without saying a word and without abandoning adorable sound to smile, she tastes it slowly, inhaling greedily the syrup concealed in the small round form. It is too much! I approach her and kiss her full on the lips. Immediately, my tongue begins exploring every hidden recess of her mouth, stealing from the passage a little this soft nectar which she did not have time to swallow. From then on, our tongues hug in a fervent ballet deserving of the Rite of Spring, of Igor Stravinsky. Meanwhile, my hands take advantage of this delicious moment to sneak under Marie-Andrée's blouse, in search of another meeting, interrupted too early in the afternoon. They slide slowly along her stomach vast and full of energy as the sea. Then they pursue their trajectory towards the back for unfasten her bra. Finally, they return forwards to seize strongly the both full masses, which waited only for this movement. My thumbs caress with sensual delight the rough surface of areolas, before my other fingers pinch nipples, ready to open. Incited by this movement, Marie-Andrée abandons my mouth to lap me the face and cover it with kisses. We remove each the blouse or the vest of other one, as well as bra.
Our breasts are completely naked. The same light shines in our eyes. Marie-Andrée pulls me immediately on the carpet. Reached the ground, she delights with gusto in my breast, which is more than generous too. In so doing, she removes my pants and my panties. Quite there the help of my legs, I off-load my sandals without too much effort. I am now completely naked. Seizing the head of my mistress, I go raise her a little to smell the soft perfume of her hair. It smells sweetly the cream of oat. Nosing about in this hot forest, I cover her with kisses. But, gravity obliges, Marie - Andrée's head gets down again to gobble up my breasts with a greediness which I did not know her. I promise me well to give tit for tat to her when will come my turn. Continuing to caress her plentiful hair, I push her head between my breasts to make her a massage that she will forget not for a while!
I feel that I begin to wet. Marie-Andrée had to notice it, because she masses me the pubis with more and more vigour. Already the fingers sink into my pussy. The dam is about to break! At the end of a few minutes, locks open to let pass by a stream of cyprine the carpet of which will keep for a long time the imprint. I seize Marie - Andrée's hand to carry her in my mouth. I lick my lips with some invaluable liquid, even going as far as whitewashing me the face and the breast. Far from being selfish however, I plunge my hand into my intimate well to share with my partner it. She too delights with greediness.
Without transition, Marie-Andrée extends slowly under me. Astride on her, I kiss her face and her neck. Already, she pushes small groans of pleasure. I mass lovingly the breast of this goddess to enjoy every fold of her stomach until suck it and nibble the navel. This gesture doubtless tickles her, because she roars. From then on, I remove her boots, her dress and her panties in the shape of G-string, which it put specially for the opportunity, leaving openly a small bundle of brown down. My fingers hardly have time to caress this smooth nest that I feel lips half-opening, like a roast chestnut on the point to burst. She is completely naked! I contemplate her in all the magnificence. Letting be boisterous my tongue on the immense and muscular thighs, I go back up towards her pubis. That had to make for a long time that Marie-Andrée waited for this moment. I can already feel the clammy heat of her small nest of down. As soon as I begin to lick it, she opens more her thighs by pushing languishing sighs. The invitation is we cannot any more pressing! I open her lips with my fingers. They are already quite dipped by her royal jelly. Without further delay, I plunge them to appreciate better the flavor. She begins to wriggle by looking at me of an almost pleading air. Catching me sometimes in the buttocks, sometimes in her hips, I let my tongue, then all my mouth delight in sound crotches. As soon as I reach the clitoris, I nibble it while sucking it greedily. Blindly, Marie-Andrée does not any more content with sighing or with grumbling. She shouts and shed tears of joy as person possessed in trance in a faster and faster scansion. Soon, I cannot watch at her any more enjoying, as I so much like making it, not only with her, but with all the others. My mistress pushes me the head between the thighs, still gleaming of my saliva and her sweat. It is her first orgasm! Others do not delay following. Exhausted, she releases her embrace on my head. My face is completely soaked with its delicious cyprine. I had a rough time more. Dripping with sweat, Marie-Andrée takes back gradually her normal breath.
Taking advantage of this brief calm, I seize the small jar of jam of rose petals which I brought for the occasion. Whoever tasted this refined dish knows the intoxicating aroma and the delicate flavor. By means of my fingers, I whitewash paint tenderly thighs, stomach, breasts, cheeks, then mouth of this Aphrodite's reincarnation. Spread near my partner, I take some chocolates in my box to savour them with her. One of us leash a little to melt in her mouth, then just crunches it enough to let pass by the syrup of cherry. Immediately, the other one plays the game by kissing it fervently, what allows her to savour in her turn the invaluable liquid, as well as the chocolate envelope which surrounds it. Far from satisfying me with these narrow-minded girls, I pursue our feast by satisfying me with the jelly of roses with which I coated lovingly Marie-Andrée's body. It is to the real concert of the senses that my mouth and my nostrils are invited. For a long time, lovingly, I lap, suck up the liquid, at the same time as the receptacle of flesh which holds her place of chalice. A million mouths could not satisfy hunger with all this flesh! Reached the breast, I seize its immense breasts by molding them in a soft, but steady movement. I suck noisily her nipples, which became hard as some stone. Marie-Andrée starts again looking at me by smiling, the faster and faster breath. Won by this new wave of pleasure, she seizes her breasts in turn to print them a stronger massage. Hoarse sounds emanate from her throat. After a long moment, I pursue my ascent towards her face. We kiss each other fervently. I end the feast by finishing the jar of jam of rose gelly in the same way as with chocolates cherries. Exhausted, but happy, we embrace one of the other one and we put to sleep peacefully.
This first loving meeting was splendid! Marie-Andrée even succeeded in making me try her rosary. Although I do not take so much pleasure there as her, I have to say that the experience did not displease me.
We decided to live together. We form from now on a couple, but not in the exclusive sense of the term. From time to time, we like to give spice our relation with other women. It is sometimes friends, sometimes unknowns returned at random meetings. All are not lesbian. Some are bisexual, whereas others accept our proposals by taste of the change. In this case, none was disappointed. The experience, the know-how which drive us and the passion, Marie-Andrée and I, even convinced of it several to renew their "subscription" repeatedly. Naturally, considering the animated character of our small social meetings, we did not really have choice to seek a place, say, a little more discreet. To this end, we rent for time in other an isolated enough chalet, near a lake. The owner, an old friend of Marie-Andrée, agrees us a price more than reasonable. Here is the summer which I am not to forget! By the way, if you need a good address for an agency of meetings, do not hesitate to announce me it. Obviously, it does not mean that you will have inevitably so much luck as me. After all, every first meeting is always submitted to the inexorable law of the fate.
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