Sinful Deceit by Ray Gordon Read Free Book Online Page B

what Sharon would wear, I ambled towards the pond.
Perhaps she'd decided on a miniskirt. Naked legs, shapely thighs
emerging invitingly below the hem of her skirt... Would she wear
panties? A slight breeze wafted up my dress, cooling the soft lips
of my vagina. Again, a sense of freedom enveloped me. Greece
beckoned.
    Sitting on a
bench by the pond, I gazed at a girl feeding the ducks. I wanted to
watch Sharon masturbate, watch her fingering her pussy as she
massaged her clitoris to orgasm. I'd witnessed David wanking; to
further my sex education I wanted to watch Sharon too.
    "Kirsty!" she
called, running towards me. I smiled and waved. She wore a
miniskirt, her long legs naked. I pictured the lips of her pussy
free of the constricting material of panties, her wet sex valley
unveiled. She joined me on the bench, her diamond-blue eyes
sparkling as she crossed her legs. I wanted to caress the swell of
her love lips, slip my finger deep into the hot sheath of her
honeypot.
    "Lashing with
rain one minute and brilliant sunshine the next," she said, her
voice summery. "I've been looking on teletext for flights to
Athens. One company are going to ring me back this afternoon. They
reckon I'll get a flight."
    "That's good,"
I said. My thoughts were between the firm, warm flesh of her inner
thighs.
    "My dad's
lending me some money, and his camera."
    "David came
round this morning," I said, wondering at her reaction. "He wanted
something."
    "What was
it?"
    I detected
concealed interest in her tone. "He wanted me. He wanted to make
love to me."
    "Oh," she
sighed. Her enquiring eyes caught mine. "And?"
    "By the way,
my mother said that she'd drive us to the airport."
    "Oh, that's
good. So, what happened with David?"
    "He just went
on about the holiday. I'm seeing him this evening."
    "Kevin rang.
He wants us to get back together."
    Was this a
form of retaliation? "Are you going to?" I asked. Jealousy welled
from deep within my confused mind.
    "I don't
know."
    I didn't like
playing mind games. I wanted to play sex games. In my yearning, I
pondered on luring Sharon into the wooded area edging the park. I'd
lay her on the ground, slip her moist panties down and lick her
sex-wet vulval crack. Her clitoris would ripen and swell, her
juices of arousal would flow from the entrance to her tight vagina.
Would she want that? Not knowing what she was thinking, I felt at a
loss. I had to convince her that what we'd done wasn't wrong.
Lesbian sex was beautiful.
    "Fancy a walk
in the woods?" I asked, sure that she'd understand my
intentions.
    "OK," she
smiled, leaping to her feet. "And then we'll go into town for
coffee."
    "Yes," I
murmured. Coffee was the last thing on my mind.
    I focused on
the backs of her naked thighs as I left the bench and followed her.
I could feel my juices of desire seeping between the unfurling
petals of my engorged inner lips. My clitoris swelled, my stomach
somersaulted. There was so much Sharon and I had to experience. I'd
not yet felt the warmth of her tongue entering my vagina, the heat
of her mouth engulfing my clitoris as she sucked me to orgasm. My
outer lips swelling as a cooling breeze wafted up my dress, I
became acutely aware of my naked vulval flesh. In my longing, I
wanted Sharon as never before.
    Wandering
along a narrow path, we came across a secluded clearing and sat on
the grass. The sun sparkling through the thick foliage high above
us, the bushes shrouding us, we'd found the perfect spot. Sharon
obviously knew what I had in mind as she sat cross-legged.
Displaying the bulging crotch of her red panties, I was sure she
was waiting for me to make the first move. Where was her guilt
now?
    Pulling my
dress up and sitting cross-legged opposite her, I displayed the
naked lips of my yearning vagina.
    "It's lovely
here," I murmured, pulling my dress up a little higher and feigning
naivety as I looked up at the trees. "I've always preferred the
country to the town."
    "So have I,"
Sharon replied. "Kirsty, what I was