Three Months in Paris Part Four
The soft light coming through the french windows finally aroused me from my slumber. A smile was already on my lips. All through the night soft hands caressed bodies and bra clad breasts would come into clenching contact. Occasionally a smooth creamy pair of lips would nibble a dangling earlobe. No attempt was made at overt sex. We simply enjoyed being two women in a night long embrace. As I opened my eyes just a little, I reached behind me to hopefully squeeze one of Claudette's...