Well y'all I love this so far,I can't recall who did this for me but I like this alot!
I'd love some help with the last chapter when I get to her house
Dear Diary,
I know that this entry is late, but so much has happened in the past 24
hours, I don't know whether I'm coming or going!
It all started yesterday, a day pretty much like any other. I'd decided
to go and get a new outfit, something a bit special for my birthday,
when it happened.
I'd been browsing in the store, idly walking round, running my fingers
and eyes over the new Autumn lines, when I came across a new designer
label "imitations of christ" The clothes were sort of retro, but in a
cool way. Each one had this cute little label, and the picture of the
designer reminded me of someone. I was sure that I'd seen that face
before, but it wouldn't come to me.
Anyway, as I was walking round the store I started to get this feeling.
It was hard to describe, but I felt as if someone was watching me. I
looked around, but couldn't see anyone obviously staring at me.
As I browsed the feeling just kept on growing, but everytime I looked
around I couldn't see anyone. Well Diary that's not exactly true, I
could see the top of a blonde mop of hair behind a rack of clothes
every so often, but I never caught them looking at me.
I was feeling a bit flustered by this feeling, so I quickly grabbed
some of the nearest clothes, and made a bee line for the changing area.
I thought that if I spent a little time trying on a new outfit or two,
then whoever was watching would quickly loose interest.
Boy was I wrong!
I'd just changed into the first thing I'd grabbed, a tight little top,
probably a size too small judging by the way I had to strugle to get it
over my shoulders. The stretchy material clung to me like a second
skin. a bit too revealing I thought, my criutical eye spotting the
outline of my favourite bra. It rode too high, leaving more of my
midriff bare than I was comfortable with.
I was strugling to take it off, somenow my arms and head got stuck as I
tried to pull it off over my head. As I struggled my heart luched when
I heard a quiet "snick" and I felt the draft of the changing room door
opening on my exposed skin.
"Who's there?" I asked, hoping that it was just an assistant checking
up on me, boy was I wrong!
I heard the door close and lock shut, then felt someone standing too
close to me. I could feel their presence all over my skin, making me
shiver with goose bumps.
I tried, I really tried to free my head, so I could see who was in here
with me, but as I struggled I heard a female voice tell me Hush! I'm
only here to help.
Partially relieved, I thought I'd just got a pushy assistant, but yet
again I was wrong.
I fanally managed to free my head, and when I looked I saw that I was
sharing the room with the same blonde I'd seen earlier. What stopped me
though was the fact that I recognised the face. It was none other than
Tara Subkoff, the desisigner of the clothes I was about to try on.
She stood a little taler than me, her blue eyes staring straight into
mine. As I stood there, momentarily speechless I watched as her tongue
snaked out between her lips, moistening them.
I couldn't take my eyes off her. I stood there who knowshow long,
trapped by the intensity of her stare. I could see in her eyes a
desire, a hunger, one I wasn't entirely comfortable with.
I opened my mouth to tell her that I really didn't need any help when
she stopped my by the simple expediant of placing her finger over my
lips. The feel of this womans elegant finger against my lips stopped me
in my tracks. For a moment we stood there, my lips feeling her soft
skin.
She smiled, lighting up the room, and easing the tension that had been
building.
She licked her lips again, then reached round me, pulling me close. I
stiffened, definately not used to such an intimate contact, when I felt
her breath agaisnt the skin of my neck. "Let me help, after all, I
designed these, so I should know what will suit you best"
And with that I felt her fingers deftly work at the catch ot my bra!
My heart was in my mouth when she stepped back, and with a flourish,
she slipped the bra off my shoulders.
I couldn't believe it, here I was in a room with a stranger, naked from
the waist up! I could feel my cheeks colour as I realised that she was
staring with obvious relish at my breasts. Now I know that they're not
the bigest, but I like them, and judging by the look on her face she
did too!
I had to turn my head away, I was feeling so confused. I could feel the
heat in my cheeks from the embaresment, but then my breasts then went
and betrayed me.
Under Tara's gaze, they hardened! I couldn't believe it, a stranger, a
woman no less was staring at my breasts, and whilst hte rest of me felt
ashamed and embaresed, they had the temerity to harden! I could feel my
skin tightning, the aeuroles getting all crinkled, and my nipples
themselves got painfully hard.
Tearing her gaze from them, she slipped her hands to my waist, and her
fingers quickly worked on the buckle to my belt. My legs suddenly felt
all weak as I realised that her hands were ever so close to my private
parts. I couldn't remeber the last time someone else had undressed me
like this.
I couldn't catch my breath to stop her. Everytime I thought I'd say
something, she'd notice and give me a look. A look that was full of
desire and the intesity of it stopped me.
After an eternity the belt was undone, and she surprised me by pulling
me close, so that our breasts beifly touched. As my rock hard nipples
brushed against her, I could feel hers poking back into me.
I felt her hook her thumbs into the waistband of my jeans, her hands
briefly resting against my backside. My breath caught in my throat,
this was so close, so intimate!
I closed my eyes as I felt my jeans slide down my legs, revelaing htem
to Tara's gaze. "They're perfect" she murmured, her eyes drinking them
in. S slight pressure from her hand had me stepping out of them,
leaving them heaped on the floor.
She tutted, spotting my everyday choice of underwear, and before I
could even think of complaining, she'd hooked her tumbs into the
material, and they too joined the jeans on the floor!
Once they were off I felt so humiliated. here I was a grown woman,
stripped naked under anothers gaze. What made it worse was the fact
that I could just make out the scent of my own arousal. Somewhere along
the way my body had parted from my mind. My mind wanted to just get
out, but my body however somehow found all this weirdly exciting.
Luckily for me I wasn't total gone. My sex hadn't yet parted to reveal
it's hidden treasures, but I knew from the flutery feeling that it
wou;dn't take too much more.
"Trust me" she said, and before I could think about it, she'd placed
her fingers on my eyes, closing them. I could smell her perfume, she
was that close, and underneath I could make out the scent of her own
desire. "Keep them closed, pet" she said, stepping back from me.
For some reasn that I can't explain it was easier for me to keep them
closed rather than look at her, and what she was going to do.
I felt her guide my arms into something, and then slip it down over my
head. I couldn't help but gasp as I felt her hands on my breasts,
smoothing the top down over them. My knees nearly buckled when I felt
her breifly squeeze my nipples, making them stand out even more.
I could feel her behind me, her body nearly pressed agaisnt mine as she
guided my legs into a pair of jeans. It was a good job that she was
behind me otherwise she'd be able to spot the fact that this touching
was turning me on. I could feel mu sex part, and the cool air was like
a jolt of electricty to my hot centre,
I felt her hands pulling the jeans up over my hips, and they were a
very snug fit too!
She told me to breath in, and as I did, she deftly did them up. They
felt so tight, they felt like a second skin.
And when she did up the zipper, Oh My God! All this closeness and
touching had gottem me so turned on, even though i was loathe to admit
it. But when I felt the zip closing I thought I may just loose it!
The zipper went between my lips, keeping them apart, and as It did up,
I could feel it pressing hard against my tender clit.
Her hands guided me to a seat, and I felt her fitting new shoes to my
feet.
After an eternity, she was done, and with a husky voice, thick with
desire, she told me to open my eyes and look.
I couldn't believe the image that the mirror threw back at me! There I was, now standing taller tahn Tara, due to the obscene fuck me ankle boots that I was wearing. I stared at the heels, all 5 maybe 6 inches of them.
My legs were bare, revealing my excellent calves and thighs. The jeans, if I could call them that, were nothing more than the smallest pair of cut off I;d ever seen. From the back you could clearly see each globe of my ass, held enticingly tightly. From the front, and I blushed when I saw, you could see my thick and parted lips through the tight material.
My midriff was bare, and so were my tits, well almost. the top she'd chosen almost but didn't quite come down far enough. You could see the base of my breasts, before they were held tight by the stretchy material. My nipples seemed to poke through the material, drawing even ,ore attention!
Across the top were the words "Tara's Toy"
Grinning she smiled a predatory smile, and said "There, perfect! I could just eat you all up!"
Tara then surprised me by not leaping on me like I sort of expected, instead she slipped a card into my hand, and told me to give her a call if I'd like another personal experiance. I just stood there as she left, my mind was all over the place! Did I want another personal experiance? I didn't know.
I was so confused! I thought I wasn't into women, but Tara had my head spinning. I'd never had such an erotic experiance before where the air seemed alive with naughty possibilities, and she was leaving it up to me to decide what happened next.
Taking a deep breath, I surprised myself by calling out "Tara, Wait!"
She turned, a wicked smile lighting up her face, "I'm coming with you" I said.
She waited as I made my way over, her eyes watching my walk with a predatory stare. The height of the boots were a bit more than I was used to, and they made me sashay my hips as I moved. I could feel the crotch of the cut offs rubbing against me as I walked, both exciting and scaring me. What would anyone say?
Her arm slid round my waist, like it fitted, and she had the nerve to rest her hand on my nearly uncovered ass. I must admit the feel of her arm, holding me tight against her, hip to hip, the feel of her cool skin against my ass was ever so sexy!
She led the way as we walked back through the store, her head taking in everyones reactions. I couldn't bear to look though, I felt so indecently dressed, so exposed. I would never have dared to wear such an outfit, but knowing that she wanted me this way made it somehow bearable.
"You know you've the most deliscious ass" she whipered into my ear was we walked past one of the shops many mirrors. She paused, then took her hand and cupping my chin, she raised my head so that I had to look at our reflections. I let out a little gasp of surprise as I took in our joint reflections.
Aside from the clothing, we looked so similar, we both were slightly built blondes, with damn good breasts, and of similar heights. She leant closer and said "Now can you see what I see"
returning her hand to my ass, she guided me out past the many staring people. I could here various comments mentioning how hot we looked, how so like sisters we were.
Tara gently guided me out to the side of the building, and into her waiting limo. My jaw dropped, I sora knew that she was famous, but I'd never realised just what that meant. There was this huge hunk just standing there, holdingthe door open for us. "Good afternoon Miss Subkoff" he said as she shut the door on us.
I sank into the plush leather seat, releived to be off those high heels. Glancing down I must admit I liked the way the shaped my calves, all taught and sexy looking.
I could see the driver looking at us in his mirror, his eyes drifitng from Tara to me, an to my surrise they seemed to stay on me. Looking at him I could see his thoughts and I had to look away. His desire was plain to read.
Tara spoke, jolting me out of the daze I found myself in. "Home" she said, and with a press of a button, the partition rose, cutting his gaze off from us.
She leaned forward and open the mini bar and poured a glass of champagne, which she handed to me. "Drink up! You'll probably need this after all you've been through" said said. And boy did I! My head was in a whirl! I'd been picked up by this incredibly sexy and famous person, given the most intimate of personal make overs, and know she was whisking me who knows where.
I sipped at the champagne, letting the bubbles tickle bounce over my tongue, initially refreshing me. I could feel her hand on my thigh. I was so aware of hte heat of it, it felt as if my leg was burning up, and that wasn't the worst of it. I could feel the ache in my still hard nipples, an ache that seemed to connect straight to between my thighs.
I was so turned on, and I wasn't sure why. Sure she was pretty, but she was a woman, and I'm not that way, at least I'd never thought of another woman in that way before, but with her, there was a certain something, a connection waiting to be made.
The sheer releif of being out of view, safely hidden in the limo with its tinted windows made the champagne rush to my head! I relaxed back, letting my head read against the cool comforting leather seat.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tara dip a finger into her glass, and then brush it across her lips, moistening them with the champagne. She then leant across me, an I felt an electric tingle as her breasts brushed mine. In a voice husky with lust she murmured into my ear, her hot breath sending shivers through me "You can tell me to stop any time" and with that her head moved, so that her lips just brushed mine. I could taste the champagne on her lips as they touched mine. She paused, almost as if she thought I may have said something, before slowly pressing against mine.
With a groan I felt my mouth open, and then her tongue was there, licking against my teeth, pressing aginst mine. I could feel her heavy breathing as the air blew out of her nostrils against my cheeks, cooling them.
Our tongues fought, entwining, probing, dancing round our mouths before we broke, both of us gasping for air. "You're new to this arn't you" she asked, and I couldn't help myself from asnwering, "yes"
"Relax" she said, as her mouth descended against my throat, her lips and teeth nibbling, teasing, making me shiver with desire. I could feel her hands slipping under my top, searching out the chachin buds of my nipples. I could feel her thumbs resting on the tips of them, gently making circular motions, sending fresh shivers of desire through me.
Her mouth broke away from my neck and desceded onto my right nipple. I could feel theheat of her mouth through the sheer material as it enguled my nipple. I felt her lips make a seal around it, then heaven! Her tongue gently toyed with it, flicking it to and fro. I wriggled in the seat, trying to find some way to ease the aching need I felt between my thighs.
As her mouth worked on first one nipple, then the other I could feel her hands fist undo the button to my cut offs, then slowly slide the zipper down,
It felt so good! My poor pussy had be held so tighl by the jeans, but now i could feel the blood rush into my lips, filling them. I raised my hips, eager for her to slip them off me, freeing me.
Coming up for air, she looked me straight in the eye. I t was almost like looking at another version of myself. I could see our lust reflected in her eyes, and she askedme "Last chance to back out" I shook my head, my I was breathing so fast I felt light headed.
She scooted round, and knealt on the carpeted floor, in front of me. I wanted this like I'd never wanted anything before. She rested her hands on my knees and with gentle pressure she parted them. Not that it took much effort! I was crazy with desire, I wanted her to do whatever she wanted with me.
I looked down, seeing this blonde bob of hair between my spread thighs, and I could tell that she was drinking in the sight on my most private of parts. The moment was so sexy! I was too turned on to think straight!
I could feel that my lips had already parted, an that there was plenty of moisture making my labia slick.
I watched as she lowered her head, but she took her time, driving me crazy with anticipation. Although I'd never been with another woman, Tara was something special and she was doing my head in. I know wanted nothing more that the feel of her mouth and toungue on me, but teased and tromented me, drawing out the moment.
After an eternity I felt the first strings of her breath blowing across my labia. It felt so sexy, so wonderful! I oculdn't help but wonder if her breath felt this good, what would her lips and tongue feel like.
Luckily for me, she didn't make me wait. I felt her tongue, both ahrd and soft, and slick with her saliva as it raced first down one labia and then up the other one. I was groaning out loud. I could feel the need deep in me and I knew that she was teasing me, drawing out the moment until I had my first lesbian orgasm.
Her tongue then slipped between my labia, and honed in on my clit. I leapt as I felt her tongue for the first time, as it first slid over, then around my hard little clit. It felt so wonderful!
As her mouth and tongue teased and toyed with my hard clit, I left her fingers stroking, parting my labia, getting themselves all slick with my juices. I couldn't stop myself from busking hard against her as they then slid into me, filling me.
I could feel her wriggle the two she'd impaled me with, teasing, stretching my pussy as they slid ever so easily in and out of me, and all the while her tongue was drwing crazy little circles around and around my clit.
I could feel my orgasm building, and judging by the way she didn't let up, so could she. I felt teh first spasm of a contraction as my pussy grabbed her fingers tightly as I started to cum.
I let out a shreik of pure, unadulterated pleasure when she then sucked my clit into her mouth, letting her teeth just scrape over my most sensitive clit. I came, and came hard! My hips were bucking crazily, my arms were flailing around! I couldn't get enough of the feel of her as she ate me out.
My pussy ripped her fingers tight, trapping them as she continued to run her tongue and teeth over my clit, sending fresh waves of pleasure roling through me.
Eventually, after an eternity, I felt myself slowly sliding of the plateau of my orgasm. Through glazed eyes I saw her raise her head from between my thighs and look me straight in the eye. "So was loosing your cherry everything you thought it would be?"
I'd love some help with the last chapter when I get to her house
Dear Diary,
I know that this entry is late, but so much has happened in the past 24
hours, I don't know whether I'm coming or going!
It all started yesterday, a day pretty much like any other. I'd decided
to go and get a new outfit, something a bit special for my birthday,
when it happened.
I'd been browsing in the store, idly walking round, running my fingers
and eyes over the new Autumn lines, when I came across a new designer
label "imitations of christ" The clothes were sort of retro, but in a
cool way. Each one had this cute little label, and the picture of the
designer reminded me of someone. I was sure that I'd seen that face
before, but it wouldn't come to me.
Anyway, as I was walking round the store I started to get this feeling.
It was hard to describe, but I felt as if someone was watching me. I
looked around, but couldn't see anyone obviously staring at me.
As I browsed the feeling just kept on growing, but everytime I looked
around I couldn't see anyone. Well Diary that's not exactly true, I
could see the top of a blonde mop of hair behind a rack of clothes
every so often, but I never caught them looking at me.
I was feeling a bit flustered by this feeling, so I quickly grabbed
some of the nearest clothes, and made a bee line for the changing area.
I thought that if I spent a little time trying on a new outfit or two,
then whoever was watching would quickly loose interest.
Boy was I wrong!
I'd just changed into the first thing I'd grabbed, a tight little top,
probably a size too small judging by the way I had to strugle to get it
over my shoulders. The stretchy material clung to me like a second
skin. a bit too revealing I thought, my criutical eye spotting the
outline of my favourite bra. It rode too high, leaving more of my
midriff bare than I was comfortable with.
I was strugling to take it off, somenow my arms and head got stuck as I
tried to pull it off over my head. As I struggled my heart luched when
I heard a quiet "snick" and I felt the draft of the changing room door
opening on my exposed skin.
"Who's there?" I asked, hoping that it was just an assistant checking
up on me, boy was I wrong!
I heard the door close and lock shut, then felt someone standing too
close to me. I could feel their presence all over my skin, making me
shiver with goose bumps.
I tried, I really tried to free my head, so I could see who was in here
with me, but as I struggled I heard a female voice tell me Hush! I'm
only here to help.
Partially relieved, I thought I'd just got a pushy assistant, but yet
again I was wrong.
I fanally managed to free my head, and when I looked I saw that I was
sharing the room with the same blonde I'd seen earlier. What stopped me
though was the fact that I recognised the face. It was none other than
Tara Subkoff, the desisigner of the clothes I was about to try on.
She stood a little taler than me, her blue eyes staring straight into
mine. As I stood there, momentarily speechless I watched as her tongue
snaked out between her lips, moistening them.
I couldn't take my eyes off her. I stood there who knowshow long,
trapped by the intensity of her stare. I could see in her eyes a
desire, a hunger, one I wasn't entirely comfortable with.
I opened my mouth to tell her that I really didn't need any help when
she stopped my by the simple expediant of placing her finger over my
lips. The feel of this womans elegant finger against my lips stopped me
in my tracks. For a moment we stood there, my lips feeling her soft
skin.
She smiled, lighting up the room, and easing the tension that had been
building.
She licked her lips again, then reached round me, pulling me close. I
stiffened, definately not used to such an intimate contact, when I felt
her breath agaisnt the skin of my neck. "Let me help, after all, I
designed these, so I should know what will suit you best"
And with that I felt her fingers deftly work at the catch ot my bra!
My heart was in my mouth when she stepped back, and with a flourish,
she slipped the bra off my shoulders.
I couldn't believe it, here I was in a room with a stranger, naked from
the waist up! I could feel my cheeks colour as I realised that she was
staring with obvious relish at my breasts. Now I know that they're not
the bigest, but I like them, and judging by the look on her face she
did too!
I had to turn my head away, I was feeling so confused. I could feel the
heat in my cheeks from the embaresment, but then my breasts then went
and betrayed me.
Under Tara's gaze, they hardened! I couldn't believe it, a stranger, a
woman no less was staring at my breasts, and whilst hte rest of me felt
ashamed and embaresed, they had the temerity to harden! I could feel my
skin tightning, the aeuroles getting all crinkled, and my nipples
themselves got painfully hard.
Tearing her gaze from them, she slipped her hands to my waist, and her
fingers quickly worked on the buckle to my belt. My legs suddenly felt
all weak as I realised that her hands were ever so close to my private
parts. I couldn't remeber the last time someone else had undressed me
like this.
I couldn't catch my breath to stop her. Everytime I thought I'd say
something, she'd notice and give me a look. A look that was full of
desire and the intesity of it stopped me.
After an eternity the belt was undone, and she surprised me by pulling
me close, so that our breasts beifly touched. As my rock hard nipples
brushed against her, I could feel hers poking back into me.
I felt her hook her thumbs into the waistband of my jeans, her hands
briefly resting against my backside. My breath caught in my throat,
this was so close, so intimate!
I closed my eyes as I felt my jeans slide down my legs, revelaing htem
to Tara's gaze. "They're perfect" she murmured, her eyes drinking them
in. S slight pressure from her hand had me stepping out of them,
leaving them heaped on the floor.
She tutted, spotting my everyday choice of underwear, and before I
could even think of complaining, she'd hooked her tumbs into the
material, and they too joined the jeans on the floor!
Once they were off I felt so humiliated. here I was a grown woman,
stripped naked under anothers gaze. What made it worse was the fact
that I could just make out the scent of my own arousal. Somewhere along
the way my body had parted from my mind. My mind wanted to just get
out, but my body however somehow found all this weirdly exciting.
Luckily for me I wasn't total gone. My sex hadn't yet parted to reveal
it's hidden treasures, but I knew from the flutery feeling that it
wou;dn't take too much more.
"Trust me" she said, and before I could think about it, she'd placed
her fingers on my eyes, closing them. I could smell her perfume, she
was that close, and underneath I could make out the scent of her own
desire. "Keep them closed, pet" she said, stepping back from me.
For some reasn that I can't explain it was easier for me to keep them
closed rather than look at her, and what she was going to do.
I felt her guide my arms into something, and then slip it down over my
head. I couldn't help but gasp as I felt her hands on my breasts,
smoothing the top down over them. My knees nearly buckled when I felt
her breifly squeeze my nipples, making them stand out even more.
I could feel her behind me, her body nearly pressed agaisnt mine as she
guided my legs into a pair of jeans. It was a good job that she was
behind me otherwise she'd be able to spot the fact that this touching
was turning me on. I could feel mu sex part, and the cool air was like
a jolt of electricty to my hot centre,
I felt her hands pulling the jeans up over my hips, and they were a
very snug fit too!
She told me to breath in, and as I did, she deftly did them up. They
felt so tight, they felt like a second skin.
And when she did up the zipper, Oh My God! All this closeness and
touching had gottem me so turned on, even though i was loathe to admit
it. But when I felt the zip closing I thought I may just loose it!
The zipper went between my lips, keeping them apart, and as It did up,
I could feel it pressing hard against my tender clit.
Her hands guided me to a seat, and I felt her fitting new shoes to my
feet.
After an eternity, she was done, and with a husky voice, thick with
desire, she told me to open my eyes and look.
I couldn't believe the image that the mirror threw back at me! There I was, now standing taller tahn Tara, due to the obscene fuck me ankle boots that I was wearing. I stared at the heels, all 5 maybe 6 inches of them.
My legs were bare, revealing my excellent calves and thighs. The jeans, if I could call them that, were nothing more than the smallest pair of cut off I;d ever seen. From the back you could clearly see each globe of my ass, held enticingly tightly. From the front, and I blushed when I saw, you could see my thick and parted lips through the tight material.
My midriff was bare, and so were my tits, well almost. the top she'd chosen almost but didn't quite come down far enough. You could see the base of my breasts, before they were held tight by the stretchy material. My nipples seemed to poke through the material, drawing even ,ore attention!
Across the top were the words "Tara's Toy"
Grinning she smiled a predatory smile, and said "There, perfect! I could just eat you all up!"
Tara then surprised me by not leaping on me like I sort of expected, instead she slipped a card into my hand, and told me to give her a call if I'd like another personal experiance. I just stood there as she left, my mind was all over the place! Did I want another personal experiance? I didn't know.
I was so confused! I thought I wasn't into women, but Tara had my head spinning. I'd never had such an erotic experiance before where the air seemed alive with naughty possibilities, and she was leaving it up to me to decide what happened next.
Taking a deep breath, I surprised myself by calling out "Tara, Wait!"
She turned, a wicked smile lighting up her face, "I'm coming with you" I said.
She waited as I made my way over, her eyes watching my walk with a predatory stare. The height of the boots were a bit more than I was used to, and they made me sashay my hips as I moved. I could feel the crotch of the cut offs rubbing against me as I walked, both exciting and scaring me. What would anyone say?
Her arm slid round my waist, like it fitted, and she had the nerve to rest her hand on my nearly uncovered ass. I must admit the feel of her arm, holding me tight against her, hip to hip, the feel of her cool skin against my ass was ever so sexy!
She led the way as we walked back through the store, her head taking in everyones reactions. I couldn't bear to look though, I felt so indecently dressed, so exposed. I would never have dared to wear such an outfit, but knowing that she wanted me this way made it somehow bearable.
"You know you've the most deliscious ass" she whipered into my ear was we walked past one of the shops many mirrors. She paused, then took her hand and cupping my chin, she raised my head so that I had to look at our reflections. I let out a little gasp of surprise as I took in our joint reflections.
Aside from the clothing, we looked so similar, we both were slightly built blondes, with damn good breasts, and of similar heights. She leant closer and said "Now can you see what I see"
returning her hand to my ass, she guided me out past the many staring people. I could here various comments mentioning how hot we looked, how so like sisters we were.
Tara gently guided me out to the side of the building, and into her waiting limo. My jaw dropped, I sora knew that she was famous, but I'd never realised just what that meant. There was this huge hunk just standing there, holdingthe door open for us. "Good afternoon Miss Subkoff" he said as she shut the door on us.
I sank into the plush leather seat, releived to be off those high heels. Glancing down I must admit I liked the way the shaped my calves, all taught and sexy looking.
I could see the driver looking at us in his mirror, his eyes drifitng from Tara to me, an to my surrise they seemed to stay on me. Looking at him I could see his thoughts and I had to look away. His desire was plain to read.
Tara spoke, jolting me out of the daze I found myself in. "Home" she said, and with a press of a button, the partition rose, cutting his gaze off from us.
She leaned forward and open the mini bar and poured a glass of champagne, which she handed to me. "Drink up! You'll probably need this after all you've been through" said said. And boy did I! My head was in a whirl! I'd been picked up by this incredibly sexy and famous person, given the most intimate of personal make overs, and know she was whisking me who knows where.
I sipped at the champagne, letting the bubbles tickle bounce over my tongue, initially refreshing me. I could feel her hand on my thigh. I was so aware of hte heat of it, it felt as if my leg was burning up, and that wasn't the worst of it. I could feel the ache in my still hard nipples, an ache that seemed to connect straight to between my thighs.
I was so turned on, and I wasn't sure why. Sure she was pretty, but she was a woman, and I'm not that way, at least I'd never thought of another woman in that way before, but with her, there was a certain something, a connection waiting to be made.
The sheer releif of being out of view, safely hidden in the limo with its tinted windows made the champagne rush to my head! I relaxed back, letting my head read against the cool comforting leather seat.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tara dip a finger into her glass, and then brush it across her lips, moistening them with the champagne. She then leant across me, an I felt an electric tingle as her breasts brushed mine. In a voice husky with lust she murmured into my ear, her hot breath sending shivers through me "You can tell me to stop any time" and with that her head moved, so that her lips just brushed mine. I could taste the champagne on her lips as they touched mine. She paused, almost as if she thought I may have said something, before slowly pressing against mine.
With a groan I felt my mouth open, and then her tongue was there, licking against my teeth, pressing aginst mine. I could feel her heavy breathing as the air blew out of her nostrils against my cheeks, cooling them.
Our tongues fought, entwining, probing, dancing round our mouths before we broke, both of us gasping for air. "You're new to this arn't you" she asked, and I couldn't help myself from asnwering, "yes"
"Relax" she said, as her mouth descended against my throat, her lips and teeth nibbling, teasing, making me shiver with desire. I could feel her hands slipping under my top, searching out the chachin buds of my nipples. I could feel her thumbs resting on the tips of them, gently making circular motions, sending fresh shivers of desire through me.
Her mouth broke away from my neck and desceded onto my right nipple. I could feel theheat of her mouth through the sheer material as it enguled my nipple. I felt her lips make a seal around it, then heaven! Her tongue gently toyed with it, flicking it to and fro. I wriggled in the seat, trying to find some way to ease the aching need I felt between my thighs.
As her mouth worked on first one nipple, then the other I could feel her hands fist undo the button to my cut offs, then slowly slide the zipper down,
It felt so good! My poor pussy had be held so tighl by the jeans, but now i could feel the blood rush into my lips, filling them. I raised my hips, eager for her to slip them off me, freeing me.
Coming up for air, she looked me straight in the eye. I t was almost like looking at another version of myself. I could see our lust reflected in her eyes, and she askedme "Last chance to back out" I shook my head, my I was breathing so fast I felt light headed.
She scooted round, and knealt on the carpeted floor, in front of me. I wanted this like I'd never wanted anything before. She rested her hands on my knees and with gentle pressure she parted them. Not that it took much effort! I was crazy with desire, I wanted her to do whatever she wanted with me.
I looked down, seeing this blonde bob of hair between my spread thighs, and I could tell that she was drinking in the sight on my most private of parts. The moment was so sexy! I was too turned on to think straight!
I could feel that my lips had already parted, an that there was plenty of moisture making my labia slick.
I watched as she lowered her head, but she took her time, driving me crazy with anticipation. Although I'd never been with another woman, Tara was something special and she was doing my head in. I know wanted nothing more that the feel of her mouth and toungue on me, but teased and tromented me, drawing out the moment.
After an eternity I felt the first strings of her breath blowing across my labia. It felt so sexy, so wonderful! I oculdn't help but wonder if her breath felt this good, what would her lips and tongue feel like.
Luckily for me, she didn't make me wait. I felt her tongue, both ahrd and soft, and slick with her saliva as it raced first down one labia and then up the other one. I was groaning out loud. I could feel the need deep in me and I knew that she was teasing me, drawing out the moment until I had my first lesbian orgasm.
Her tongue then slipped between my labia, and honed in on my clit. I leapt as I felt her tongue for the first time, as it first slid over, then around my hard little clit. It felt so wonderful!
As her mouth and tongue teased and toyed with my hard clit, I left her fingers stroking, parting my labia, getting themselves all slick with my juices. I couldn't stop myself from busking hard against her as they then slid into me, filling me.
I could feel her wriggle the two she'd impaled me with, teasing, stretching my pussy as they slid ever so easily in and out of me, and all the while her tongue was drwing crazy little circles around and around my clit.
I could feel my orgasm building, and judging by the way she didn't let up, so could she. I felt teh first spasm of a contraction as my pussy grabbed her fingers tightly as I started to cum.
I let out a shreik of pure, unadulterated pleasure when she then sucked my clit into her mouth, letting her teeth just scrape over my most sensitive clit. I came, and came hard! My hips were bucking crazily, my arms were flailing around! I couldn't get enough of the feel of her as she ate me out.
My pussy ripped her fingers tight, trapping them as she continued to run her tongue and teeth over my clit, sending fresh waves of pleasure roling through me.
Eventually, after an eternity, I felt myself slowly sliding of the plateau of my orgasm. Through glazed eyes I saw her raise her head from between my thighs and look me straight in the eye. "So was loosing your cherry everything you thought it would be?"
