My good friend Dalaja came over yesterday for afternoon tea and we simply lost control of ourselves, which is how we ended up naked on the couch toying each other. Dalaja has been a friend of mine since our early teens when she was the first girl I ever kissed. We’ve experiment sexually with each other for years so I guess it’s no surprise that a simple afternoon tea would end with torrid lesbian lovemaking.
As Dalaja and I sat drinking tea I asked her if she was seeing anyone lately. She began to speak but hesitated, clearly somewhat afraid to say anything. This was a remnant of her upbringing; she was raised in a strict Hindu household and frank discussion of sexual matters was not the norm.
“It’s okay Dalaja. I’m your friend, you can tell me anything.”
She seemed calmed by that and proceeded to tell me about a new guy she was seeing and the amazing sex they had been having. Apparently he was a very well endowed gentleman and quite skilled in the use of his tool, not to mention his tongue. I listened raptly as Dalaja recalled the events of the previous night, my own arousal building with each word that left her mouth. When she finished I simply put my tea down and pulled her lips to mine, beginning a passionate kiss. Our tongues intertwined in a dance of eroticism and desire.
In no time at all my hands were running all over her upper body, undoing the traditional Indian clothing she had worn to my flat. She was doing the same to me and before long we were both naked. Still kissing, I gently guided our bodies until we were both lying on the couch next to each other. I broke our kiss and brought my head down to her nipples, taking the left one in my mouth and rolling it between my teeth, gently nibbling. This had always been a turn on for Dalaja and today was no different. Her body shuddered and her hand immediately moved to her pussy. As I moved to her right nipple she began rubbing her clit, adding to the stimulation from my work on her nipples.
“I’ll be right back,” I whispered into her ear.
I quickly ran into the bedroom and retrieved my vibrator, turning it on to check the batteries as I scampered back to the couch.
“Sit up my dear, I want to toy that wet pussy of yours,” I said.
Dalaja sat up on the couch and grasped her nipples in her hands as I placed the head of the vibrator at her pussy. I turned it on to high and ran it up and down her slit, sending vibrations of pleasure throughout her small frame. She rolled her head back and moaned in delight, letting her hands roam over her tits.
“Eat my pussy,” she said in a breathy voice.
I didn’t need more than one invitation for such a divine act. Leaving the vibrator buried in her pussy I placed my tongue on her clit and began flicking it up and down. She moaned and put her hand on the back of my head, a sure sign of approval. Sensing her impending orgasm I began to fuck the vibrator in and out of her ever wettening pussy and I continued my assault on her clit. Using my spit to fully lubricate her clitoral area I worked my tongue feverishly, flicking it back and forth of her most sensitive organ at a breakneck rhythm. While I pleasured her soft spot I could hear the erotic squishing sound of the vibrator entering her pussy over and over again. Just then Dalaja’s stomach muscles tightened and she grabbed the back of my head. Pulling me into her pussy hard she let loose an extended orgasm, tightening and relaxing her pussy muscles with impressive speed. Then she took a deep breath and sunk into the couch, fully relaxed and deeply satisfied.
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