A French Encounter

A French Encounter

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Something I wrote about a friend of mine.... Two women trying to keep their activities at a party somewhat secret. Feedback is greatly appreciated. The french spoken translates to: "How many times do you think I could make you gasp like that," she whispered between kisses, "before we are discovered?" "We'll have to finish this later" Cover photo credit: photoport - deviantart

Summary

Something I wrote about a friend of mine.... Two women trying to keep their activities at a party somewhat secret.

Feedback is greatly appreciated.

The french spoken translates to:
"How many times do you think I could make you gasp like that," she whispered between kisses, "before we are discovered?"

"We'll have to finish this later"

Cover photo credit: photoport - deviantart

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Submitted: May 18, 2015

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The danger of being caught made it all the better. The stairway to the attic was one frequently used. The route from the party to the sleeping arrangements, and yet, this was the place chosen for our next encounter.  Perhaps it was the intoxication that prevented me from caring, or maybe I just liked the danger, whatever it was, this tempting desire to be watched led to me allowing her to venture further. 

I let her pull me close and I laced my fingers through her chocolate curls which fell onto her shoulders delicately, slowly closing the distance between our lips. It began tenderly, a light brush as she moved a hand up to cup my cheek, caressing it softly. Soon though I became impatient and tugged at her hair as I pulled her down onto me, both sliding down the wall to sit on the staircase. In the dim light I saw her smile as she moved towards me again. This time our lips locked passionately and we pulled one another closer, our embrace creating delicious friction between us. One of her hands moved down to my waist and under my shirt, heightening the sensation and making me gasp into her mouth. 

"Tu penses que je pourrais te faire sursauter combien de fois comme ça," she whispered between kisses, "avant que l'on se fasse repérer?" A shiver ran throughout my body; she knew how much it turned me on to hear her speak in her own language, and the words she had spoken made it all the better. 

"Why don't you find out?" I whispered back with a cheeky tilt of my lips. She grinned at me and moved her lips onto my neck, biting slightly as the hand on my waist travelled slowly down to the hem of my skirt, caressing my thigh in gentle strokes. My breathing hitched as the tips of her fingers moved towards my panties, teasingly slow. The attention of her lips moved down to my shoulder as she inched closer to where I wanted her to be. 

A sudden shout of voices at the foot of the stairs startled us both and we sprang apart, both looking temptingly dishevelled and rather flushed. A tense couple of seconds left us questioning whether we would be discovered as the voices lingered round the corner, but soon the conversation faded and we both let out a deep breath we didn't realise we were holding, looking across at one another in the dim light with lust in our eyes. Two seconds later she was over me again, fingers expertly sliding my panties aside which were already damp from excitement. Then without warning, she bit down on my shoulder and pushed in one finger. I gasped from the mix of sensations, the possibility of being discovered any second causing the pleasure to be all the more potent. My head fell back and I dug my nails into her shoulders as her fingers moved in all the right ways, dipping out every now and then to tease my clit.

 "Faster...." I moaned, gliding my shaking hands down over her breasts, teasing the nipples through her thin T-shirt, onto her waist and pulling her closer (if that was even possible). Her fingers teased and made me writhe. The steps dug into my back but I didn't care. I moved my hands down to her pantie line and gently grazed a finger below it, trying to tease her in the same way she was doing to me. Slowly I moved my hand lower until I was dipping inside her panties and caressing gently over her clit. She let out a sigh and I felt her fingers twitch inside me. 

I dipped my fingers inside and tried to match her rhythm with mine. Shocks were running through me and I could feel a tightness building low in my stomach. Knowing I was close, I increased the speed of my own fingers, hooking pushing against that one spot which I knew would make her quiver, teasing her clit with my thumb. 

"Oh god" I breathed, just as she let out a moan of her own. With my free hand, I cupped her face and kissed her as gently as I could whilst experiencing the pleasure I was, before pulling back and gazing straight into her eyes. Her lips were wet and there was a gorgeous blush on her cheeks. Her eyes held pure lust and the lids were half closed. I felt my orgasm building and I fought the urge to break our eye contact. She increased the pace of her fingers and I was about to........

The door above us opened and light spilled onto the staircase. "Hey guys," the voice began with a giggle, "we're gonna start 'Never Have I Ever'. Are you coming or what?" 

"Coming!" We both shouted back, as evenly as we could manage in our breathless state, while we quickly pulled ourselves apart.

"Well hurry up!" They replied, before pulling the door closed again. I looked up at her as she took a step back, chest still heaving from before. 

"On continuera plus tard" she said with a wink, before straightening her shirt and climbing the stairs to the door. 

"I look forward to it." I whispered as she stepped through the door. Leaving me alone on the staircase.


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