Sexy Lesbian Erotica
"Peppermint Twist," a sex story by Lynn Burton
I like to sample all of the flavors. Chocolate, lime sherbet, cherry jamboree. Mostly, I’m a plain chocolate kind of girl, but lately I’ve had a taste for peppermint twist. More like a craving than a taste, and I have Emma to blame.
She comes into the ice cream shop every day at exactly the same time, and orders two scoops of peppermint twist. From the nametag and uniform that she wears, I figure she works in the area close by.
She has wicked red hair, dark and flowing like a flame. Her green eyes flicker with the same intensity. When she sticks out her tongue to lick her ice cream, I take note of the way her pink tongue matches the pink ice cream.
The far booth in the corner is her favorite spot. She always slides onto the seat, two scoops in her hand, her long, slender legs crossed at the ankles in a relaxing pose. I have her movements memorized. With the first lick, she closes her eyes. Naturally thick lashes cast a shadow on her creamy skin, and it’s all I can do to keep from sitting down beside her and licking the opposite side of her cone. Letting our tongues collide on the smoothness.
I didn’t expect to see her today because of the weather. Not many people venture out for ice cream when it’s like this. The rain started late last night and hasn’t let up.
I was standing behind the counter watching the cars drive sluggishly down the main road when the bell above the door jangled. My heart kicked painfully against my ribs when I realized it was Emma. She was soaking wet and cute as ever. Her shoes squeaked with every step across the tile floor. I quickly filled her order before she even said a word. She seemed amused that I remembered, and winked at me when I handed her the cone and rang up the sale.
Since there wasn’t a lot of business, I took the opportunity to get closer to her. I couldn’t stand it anymore. Three weeks of this mental foreplay with her was more than enough. I pretended to care about the cleanliness of the place and was wiping off the table in front of her when she asked, “What time do you get off?”
Now there’s a loaded question.
Luckily for both of us, it was almost time for me to get off. I told her it wouldn’t be much longer, and I swear I could feel the lick she gave her ice cream right down to my very core. It had me shivering and hurrying to finish what I needed in order to leave.
When I was done, I grabbed my jacket and umbrella. With my eyes, I invited her to follow.
Outside, the rain had slowed to a light sprinkle. The humidity of the day hadn’t diminished, and the cool drops felt good against my skin.
My apartment was only a few blocks away, but we never made it that far. She pulled me into an alley behind some run down business and backed me against a brick wall. The first taste of her lips was like heaven. All cool peppermint and hot desire. She slid her tongue across my bottom lip as if I was the ice cream. She nibbled and sucked me into her mouth.
“I knew you’d taste good,” she whispered against my ear as her hands explored greedily. She pressed her slender body against mine, her breath on my neck, caressing my breasts through the material of my shirt. She reached underneath and unhooked the front closure of my bra. I arched my back in response, and fisted my hands in her fiery red locks. Her dark green eyes searched mine briefly before she bent her head to my breasts. “And so beautiful.”
I braced myself with palms flat against the rough bricks and watched her bathe my skin with that pink tongue that I already felt so familiar with. I watched it trail lower down my belly, oh God, as she worked my pants down around my ankles.
She lowered to her knees and licked her lips before planting them firmly against my wet center. Her moaning against my sensitive flesh, along with alternating her fingers and tongue, had my legs trembling so bad I thought I’d turn into a puddle right there. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, letting the rain wash over my face as she took my swollen clit between her teeth and sucked. I bucked against her and rode her tongue. Her name was on my lips as I felt that first tingle with the quickening of my breath. Everything else seemed to stand still while I found my release.
Emma licked her way back up my body and kissed my mouth. The faint taste of peppermint twist mixed with my own juices for an explosive kick to my senses. I savored the taste, and deepened the kiss.
When we breathlessly pulled apart, she smiled at me, and we made our way out of the alley, arm in arm. I glimpsed a rainbow in the distance, and could still taste that kiss as we walked along the street, hoping to sample more of her and the flavor of us, combined.
Originally published December 2008
Copyright December 2008, Lynn Burton
Published with permission
from author on OystersandChocolate.com. Copying or reprinting this work
in part or in whole without permission is illegal.
Originally published December 2008
