Cj & Me
Copyright© 2025 by Arking
Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - This is our story, CJ, a teenager, and a very much older woman, me. How we met, how we connected, how we coped with the many dramas such a relationship can have. Through heartache and pain, and so many happy moments, there are some very erotic sexual passages, all blended into the context of a life's journey. If you like, consider The OWLs Club and Hannah's Way.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub Rough Oral Sex Violence
She cried out as she thrust her hips hard onto my mouth. I felt her hot juices running into my mouth. I took it all, I had no other choice. As Lee shuddered, then moaned again, her shaking was powerful. I felt her bush rubbing up against my chin. She tasted so good. I felt so aroused, my own nylon knickers were sticking to me. She slumped forward over me. A short laugh came from her as she rolled off me and she lay there panting and squeezing her own chest.
“Oh my Bobbi, you are the real thing. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”
I felt good. Lee rolled over onto one elbow, looked at me, and stroked my cheek. “You my sweet thing are going to be the most popular young girl going around.” She kissed me tenderly, but there was a passion about it as she looked into my eyes. “As much as I want to keep you to myself, there are a number of ladies who you should meet. Now slip into that bikini and be quick about it.”
The bikini was indeed small and tight, it covered hardly anything, and my bush escaped from the sides. It looked ridiculous and I said so.
“You are right sweetie, take them off and the top too. I have a feeling you will spend more time out of them than in, in any case.”
I stopped dead in my tracks, “What am I going to wear?” I enquired.
She smiled, “Nothing, absolutely nothing.”
Lee quickly got me undressed and took my sticky, wet nylon knickers, held them to her nose, smiled again, and plainly stated “I’m keeping these, as a memento.”
She opened the door, took me by my hand, and lead me down the garden path, back towards the party and a host full of strangers, who I was about to become intimately acquainted with. I could hear Russel Morris singing The Real Thing on the record player.
Lee walked me back to the party, along a garden path. Symbolic as I look at it now, that garden path, was it to lead me astray? And would it change my life, if I allowed it to?
She held onto my hand as she whispered into my ear, “Are you nervous?” she asked warmly. I nodded without saying a word.
Even though we were both naked, we didn’t draw any special attention. She run her hand over my backside and gently tapped it. Then nuzzled my neck and nibbled on my ear.
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