Steamy Lesbian Erotica
"The Opening," an Oysters sex story by Rebecca Montague
I wanted nothing so much as to taste her lips, and all the other parts of her. She was gorgeous in the way that only a lesbian with femme tendencies can be. Dark auburn hair fell in curly masses around her shoulders; her hazel eyes betrayed a sense of humor that was echoed in the laughing tone of her voice - both charming and intriguing at the same time. She wore no makeup and she didn't need it.
We had only known each other an hour, and already I was so wet for her I couldn't stand myself. Her name was Teresa, and while she hadn't captured my heart, she had certainly captured the part of me that wanted to take her somewhere private and fuck her until she exploded with the brilliant intensity of a camera's flash.
It wasn't like we'd met in a bar where alcohol made lust easier to come by. We were introduced at the opening of my friend Sarah's photography exhibit. Teresa was a photographer as well, and when I asked what her specialty was she gave me an intimate smile and said black and whites. The fact that she hadn't quite answered my question made her even more mysterious.
I knew she was a lesbian from the way that Sarah introduced us, making a point of mentioning that Teresa was single and that we had a lot of things in common. That suited me fine because I wanted to get to know her better. A lot better.
I knew that she found me interesting as well from the way that she sought me out about ten minutes later, holding two glasses of wine.
"I noticed that your glass was empty, Leslie," she said with a secret smile, handing me one of them.
I accepted the wine, put my empty down on a nearby table and smiled back. "How thoughtful of you," I replied.
"Sarah is doing quite well." She glanced around the room at the crowd and then returned a steady gaze to my face. "She should sell more than a few prints."
"She's becoming quite popular." I paused. "Do you exhibit?"
Teresa laughed. "Sometimes, in select galleries. Not locally though."
"Why not?" The more she spoke the more curious I became.
"I'm very picky about who sees my work." Her eyes met mine. "I like women who appreciate the sensuality in them. I have a feeling that you would."
There was a soft tingling in my groin. "So what exactly is it that you do?"
"Female nudes. My audience is almost exclusively lesbian." The tingling turned to throbbing.
"Then I'm sure I would love them."
"I'm glad Sarah introduced us." She smiled invitingly. "She has a knack for knowing when people will get along well."
Thinking just how well I'd like to get along, I nodded. "I'm glad too. It isn't everyday you meet someone so... intriguing."
"You intrigue me too," she replied. "Perhaps we'll have the chance to get to know each other better."
For the next hour she stayed close by me, often touching my arm and giving me a private smile that increased my want for her every time I saw it. By the time we had made the circuit of the gallery, every nerve of my body was aware of the curve of her breasts and the hard points of her nipples that showed through the fabric of her blouse. I was wet and sure that I would come instantly if her tongue touched my clit.
She was waiting for me when I came out of the bathroom a time later, her hand on the knob of a door that led off to the right of the hallway. The top button of her blouse was undone, revealing even more of her cleavage than it had before. I could just see the lace at the top of her bra. A surge of electricity hit my groin and my nipples began to ache. We studied one another for a scant moment before she spoke.
"Did I mention how much butch women turn me on?"
I grinned at her. "Lucky for me."
She opened the door. "Lucky for both of us," she said.
I followed her inside the room and she closed and locked the door behind me. We were in an office, and a comfortable looking couch sat along one wall. Teresa turned to me and unfastened another button on her blouse. I stepped forward, took her by the elbows and kissed her hard. She made a guttural sound in her throat as her lips parted.
My tongue delved into her mouth and danced against hers. Her hands slid around my waist and she stepped forward, pressing her body into me as she rocked forward slightly. I moved my hands to cup her ass, holding her hips against mine. She worked my shirt out of my pants and ran her fingers over the bare skin at the small of my back. We kissed hotly and then I moved my lips to her neck, biting against it as she groaned.
"I've been wet for you for an hour," she said in a breathless voice. "When I saw you walk in I knew I had to have Sarah introduce us."
I stepped away from her and moved my fingers to the buttons of her blouse. "You're the hottest woman here. I couldn't help but notice you."
She put her hands on my shoulders as I unbuttoned her shirt. "I want to see you naked," I said.
"I want you inside me," she replied. "I want you to fuck me."
"I plan to." Hearing her say the word sent a shudder of excitement through me. I slid her blouse off her shoulders and she dropped her arms and shrugged out of it. Her bra was lacy and tempting, and the hardened points of her nipples pushed up against the fabric as if trying to tear through it. When I pulled the bra off, I could see that her firm breasts were as tanned as the rest of her body, her nipples dark pink rising from puckering brown circles.
I bent my head and captured a hardened nub between my teeth, feeling the tremor that passed through her body as I sucked it into my mouth. Her hand came to the back of my head and she pulled me forward against her breast. I let the nipple scrape between my teeth and then straightened up, capturing her nubs between thumb and forefinger as my mouth claimed hers again.
She shuddered as I rolled her nipples between my fingers. "Harder," she gasped.
Eagerly, I complied, pinching as I pulled them away from her body and let them fall back between my fingers with a snapping motion. Finally, I took her hand and led her to the couch. I unfastened the buckle of her belt and then the button of her slacks. As I pulled them down, I saw that she wore neither hose nor underwear, the hair of her triangle thick and neatly trimmed. She kicked off her pumps and stepped out of her slacks, standing naked before me, one hand on a jutted out hip and the other resting on the front of her thigh. She slowly drew that hand up her belly and across a breast before bending her finger, beckoning me with it, and giving me a long, slow, seductive smile.
I stepped against her, sliding my hand between her thighs and finding the slick heat of her hunger. I put my other arm around her waist and held her as I slid two fingers into her center. She moaned and rocked forward against my hand. I drew out and pressed back in and then slid my fingers over her hardened clit before bringing them to my mouth. Her juice was sweet; the taste increased my desire to run my tongue over and into the source of that wetness.
Her hands came to my chest, moving to unbutton my shirt. I allowed her to pull it off and then undid my bra myself. I could see the hunger in her eyes as she took in my breasts and the hardness of my nipples. I might be butch, but I take pride in my breasts, knowing what a turn on the slightly pendulous weight of them was to most women. She reached out and circled her hands over both erect nubs before taking them between thumb and forefinger, pinching and slowly rolling them as a moan escaped my lips. I kicked off my shoes, undid my belt and my slacks and pushed them and my boxers down before taking her hands and sitting her down on the couch.
I sat beside her, turned and pressed her body down into the seat cushions as I came on top of her, sliding one leg between her thighs and pressing in against her heat. She opened her legs wider, putting one foot on the floor, and slid her arms around my shoulders. I claimed her mouth again as I moved against her, feeling her wetness on my thigh.
"Don't tease me," she begged when I lifted my mouth away. "I don't want to wait any longer."
"Then you won't."
I sat up on my knees and slipped my fingers once more into the tangle of her hair. My thumb moved across her rigid tip as I slid two fingers into her again. She groaned and tilted her hips back, making it easier for me to drive into her. Two fingers just didn't seem like enough so I added a third one, feeling her tremble as I filled her. A long 'yes' escaped her lips when I began to thrust into her hungry well.
I leaned forward to take a nipple between my fingers, pinching it as she begged me for more, harder, faster. She pulled her knees up to her chest, allowing me to push more deeply into her. Finally, I could feel the orgasm growing and led her to it as the walls of her center tightened, trying to capture my hand. She called out my name once, twice, three times, arching her back, her head turning side to side as the spasms overtook her.
Before she had completely come down, I withdrew my fingers and slid down her body, kneeling on the floor so that I could bury my face between her thighs. She cried out as my lips caught her clit, sucking it into my mouth and vibrating against it with my tongue. I lapped the length of her, enjoying the taste of her juices and the way her hips ground against the cushions as I reclaimed her hardened tip. Very shortly she arched her back again and blew into an even stronger orgasm.
I let her catch her breath before moving up her body and straddling her shoulders. She looked at me with hunger, put her hands on my hips and pulled me down, capturing me with her mouth. I felt her tongue slide into the source of my wetness and then move firmly up to my clit. She was an expert with her mouth, and soon had me writhing against her face as I came. Her tongue danced against me until I reached down and pressed my hand against her forehead, pulling away from her lips.
I slid off the couch and knelt on the floor, resting my head on her chest and breathing raggedly. Finally, she spoke.
"God, you're good."
I turned my head against the curve of her breast. "You make it easy," I replied. "You're unbelievably hot."
I leaned back and she sat up, running a hand through her hair. "Do I look like I just got fucked silly?"
"No."
She smiled. "We really should get back."
We got dressed in silence. As I went to unlock the door, she put one hand against my cheek and kissed me softly. "Thank you. That was a lot of fun."
"For me too."
We stepped into the hall. Teresa glanced toward the gallery and then turned toward the bathroom. "You go ahead. I want to make sure I look OK."
I ran a quick hand through my hair and went back to the reception where Sarah caught my eye and gave me a knowing grin. I worked my way through the crowd to her side.
"It looks like the two of you hit it off." Her voice danced with laughter.
"Yes, we did," I said, still feeling a little breathless.
"I thought you would."
After thanking her for introducing us, I went outside for a smoke. When I came back in, Theresa was nowhere to be found. The crowd was thinning considerably, and I wondered where she'd gotten to.
A few minutes later, Sarah approached me. "She left. She said to thank you for a wonderful time."
Strangely, I was a little disappointed, even though I'd only intended to enjoy that one, quick interlude with Teresa. However, I had at least hoped to say goodbye.
Sarah was studying me.
"I wouldn't mind running into her again," I said more lightly than I felt. "She certainly made things interesting." I paused. "I suppose I should be going too. It's getting late."
"And I'm sure you need to clean up," Sarah said and laughed when I blushed.
"Yes I do, actually." I turned to go but Sarah reached out and touched my arm.
"Teresa asked me to give you this." She pressed something into my hand.
It was a business card with the name Teresa Montgomery on it. I turned it over. On the back, in neat handwriting, were a telephone number and the words "call me." I smiled and tucked the card into my pocket, intending to do just that.
Copyright January 2007, Rebecca Montague.
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