Public Displays of Lesbianism: 10 Women Describe Their Most Memorable Public Lesbian Encounter by Kendra Foster Read Free Book Online
Authors: Kendra Foster
mine; when I pulled her panties aside, she pulled mine aside; when I slid the tips of my fingers up and down inside her swollen lips, she did the same to mine. All the couples around us were snuggled up together under blankets, so we tried to look as nonchalant as them as we continued to secretly stroke each other.
After several minutes of a slow, romantic love song, the band on stage began playing a more loud, rocking tune, and I picked up the pace of my fingering to stay in rhythm with it. Jill immediately reciprocated, exciting my pussy beyond belief. Having to contain my pleasure only amplified its intensity.
As the pace and volume of the song increased, I probed Jill’s soaking pussy as deeply and sensually as I could, finger-fucking her throbbing clit and quivering lips with everything I had. As the song reached its final climax, so did Jill. She clamped down hard around my hand, and her hips flexed and spasmed while she rode every pulse and wave of pleasure.
Feeling her cum while watching her struggle to contain the evidence of her erotic euphoria sent me past the point of no return, too. It rushed over and through me like a raging tsunami, and I let out an involuntary moan of blissful delight. “Ohhh!” I cried out, arching my back and moving into Jill’s still-probing fingers. Catching myself and realizing I might be drawing the eyes of others, I pumped my fist into the air and pretended I was cheering for the amazing band performing.
As far as I know, none of our neighbors and no one sitting around us that night ever saw or suspected what happened under our blanket. But their presence definitely enhanced the experience and made it the best birthday gift I’ve ever received. Needless to say, Jill and I can’t wait for the next concert in the park, and plan on making it an annual birthday tradition.
10
Stage Time
Jessica and Courtney
I’m an actress, and early in my career I did a lot of avant-garde, edgy performance art to pay the bills. One particular gig in a popular underground lesbian leather club in New York not only paid the best, it was also the one I enjoyed the most. My favorite performance, though, was the one we did on Halloween night.
Myself and three other women dressed up as prison inmates in super tight Lycra shorts and matching tank tops with black prison stripes. We were handcuffed, shackled and paraded around the stage by our own personal police escort. My attending officer was a hot stud named Courtney with short, slick black hair and dark, smoldering eyes. I got turned on just looking at her in her cop uniform and big, thick leather belt.
Each of our officers lined us up facing the audience, spread our legs and thoroughly patted us down as thumping rap music with a pounding, reverberating bass pulsed through the room and our bodies. When they reached our ankles, our officers stood up in unison, bent us forward and slapped our asses in time with the music. With my tiny top showing everything I had except the tips of my nipples, I looked into the audience and saw several women staring longingly at my cleavage. I live for seeing the excitement in my audience’s eyes, and I couldn’t wait for them to see what was next.
When a new song with a different, but still thumping, beat came through the speakers, our cops gave us a few pump thrusts into our asses, then grabbed us by the hair and ripped our tops off. My 34D’s swung and swayed free as Courtney continued pulling my hair and pumping into my ass. The crowd cheered and hooted their encouragement and the sound made my clit throb with excitement.
After faux fucking us from behind for several more seconds, our officers slowly moved us sideways so that we were all in a line facing the same direction, giving the audience a complete side view. We prisoners, still bent over, reached forward to hold onto the leather belt of the officer in front of us while presenting our asses to the officer
After several minutes of a slow, romantic love song, the band on stage began playing a more loud, rocking tune, and I picked up the pace of my fingering to stay in rhythm with it. Jill immediately reciprocated, exciting my pussy beyond belief. Having to contain my pleasure only amplified its intensity.
As the pace and volume of the song increased, I probed Jill’s soaking pussy as deeply and sensually as I could, finger-fucking her throbbing clit and quivering lips with everything I had. As the song reached its final climax, so did Jill. She clamped down hard around my hand, and her hips flexed and spasmed while she rode every pulse and wave of pleasure.
Feeling her cum while watching her struggle to contain the evidence of her erotic euphoria sent me past the point of no return, too. It rushed over and through me like a raging tsunami, and I let out an involuntary moan of blissful delight. “Ohhh!” I cried out, arching my back and moving into Jill’s still-probing fingers. Catching myself and realizing I might be drawing the eyes of others, I pumped my fist into the air and pretended I was cheering for the amazing band performing.
As far as I know, none of our neighbors and no one sitting around us that night ever saw or suspected what happened under our blanket. But their presence definitely enhanced the experience and made it the best birthday gift I’ve ever received. Needless to say, Jill and I can’t wait for the next concert in the park, and plan on making it an annual birthday tradition.
10
Stage Time
Jessica and Courtney
I’m an actress, and early in my career I did a lot of avant-garde, edgy performance art to pay the bills. One particular gig in a popular underground lesbian leather club in New York not only paid the best, it was also the one I enjoyed the most. My favorite performance, though, was the one we did on Halloween night.
Myself and three other women dressed up as prison inmates in super tight Lycra shorts and matching tank tops with black prison stripes. We were handcuffed, shackled and paraded around the stage by our own personal police escort. My attending officer was a hot stud named Courtney with short, slick black hair and dark, smoldering eyes. I got turned on just looking at her in her cop uniform and big, thick leather belt.
Each of our officers lined us up facing the audience, spread our legs and thoroughly patted us down as thumping rap music with a pounding, reverberating bass pulsed through the room and our bodies. When they reached our ankles, our officers stood up in unison, bent us forward and slapped our asses in time with the music. With my tiny top showing everything I had except the tips of my nipples, I looked into the audience and saw several women staring longingly at my cleavage. I live for seeing the excitement in my audience’s eyes, and I couldn’t wait for them to see what was next.
When a new song with a different, but still thumping, beat came through the speakers, our cops gave us a few pump thrusts into our asses, then grabbed us by the hair and ripped our tops off. My 34D’s swung and swayed free as Courtney continued pulling my hair and pumping into my ass. The crowd cheered and hooted their encouragement and the sound made my clit throb with excitement.
After faux fucking us from behind for several more seconds, our officers slowly moved us sideways so that we were all in a line facing the same direction, giving the audience a complete side view. We prisoners, still bent over, reached forward to hold onto the leather belt of the officer in front of us while presenting our asses to the officer
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