Even in the darkest times love finds a way.
Georgia and Lillian find themselves posted to a new Radar station on the south coast of England, where they share a small room and try to keep their growing feelings for each other a secret, even to themselves.
When Lillian invites Georgia to her home for a weekend visit the floodgates burst and a passion both of them have been holding back erupts. What starts as a need for mutual relief soon escalates into a wild, physical passion that neither can control.
Warning: This story contains scenes of explicit lesbian sex, sharing of a bath, wellington boots and Yorkshire puddings, although not necessarily in that order.
Georgia slid her hand down my side and inward. She tugged at the tie on my pajama bottoms, tugged a second time until they came loose, opening me completely. One side dropped to the mattress. Georgia lifted the other and curled it back over my hip. Cool air caressed my lower belly, touched my pubic hair. I lay almost completely exposed and I didn’t care. No, that was wrong, I cared. I wanted to be naked like Georgia, wanted to be naked for Georgia. She moved above me, our bare breasts touching, and I shivered again.
“You’re not cold are you, honey?” she breathed.
“Hot,” I said.
“That’s good. I wanna kiss you again, Lil. I wanna kiss you so goddamn much.”
“Kiss me then, Georgia,” I said, and as she did I lay back and she rolled on top of me, her mouth on my mouth, opening against my lips, and I thrust upward as her thigh pressed between my legs.
I wanted to move my tongue, wanted to lick her lips and tried to stop myself in case I disgusted her, but my tongue wouldn’t listen, had a life of its own and I let it go where it wanted. I ran the tip of my tongue along Georgia’s full bottom lip and heard her gasp. Her tongue came back and did the same to me. Our lips met again, mouths open, and this time my tongue went past her lips and I found hers coming to meet mine. I think I groaned. I know I felt Georgia’s lips vibrate against mine.
My hands stroked her silky back, running up and down the muscled length, and I let them stray further and rest against the bloom of her full backside. I rolled the globes in my palms and Georgia pushed against me, grinding her pubic hair against my leg, which lay trapped between hers. Her pussy was so wet. It pressed against my thigh and her labia flattened against my skin.
Somehow as we moved my pajama bottoms worked further down until they draped below my knees. As soon as Georgia gave me space I would kick them free and we would both be naked.
I felt as though my entire body was licked with fire.
Georgia’s mouth lifted from mine but only to kiss my neck. I arched my back, a tingle running directly to the eager point between my legs. Georgia might be wet, but I was sure I was leaking.
“You remember what we did in the bath?” I said, beyond shyness now.
“How could I forget, honey?” Georgia pecked at my chin, my earlobes, my neck. Her hand stroked my breasts, found my nipples and tugged them.
“I think I’m going to have to do it again,” I said.
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Published January 6, 2011
Erotica, Literature & Fiction, History, Gay & Lesbian.