Leila' s Love Story (engl.) - Sexgeschichten

Leila' s Love Story (engl.)

... want them removed so he won't be upset any longer." Strangely, she thought that the answer might actually be the truth, at least on some level.

"You're sure you no longer want these shorts."

"Positive! I want them totally gone," she emphasized.

"OK. Stand with your legs slightly apart and clasp your hands behind your head." Leila did so, realizing how this emphasised her breasts. She felt something cold against the front of her left thigh, and heard a "snick, snick" sound. She glanced down and gasped. Cyndi was using a pair of scissors to cut her shorts from the cuff right up to the top of the waistband. When she stopped there was only a single very narrow strip of cloth holding them together, the strip that had been the top edge of the waistband. Cyndi repeated the action up the right thigh, again leaving only those few threads holding the pants together. Cyndi repeated the action twice more, straight up the centre of each cheek. Putting the scissors back on her tray, Cyndi grabbed the flaps now hanging down each side and pulled her arms wide apart. The two sides ripped off and the centre piece fell to the floor between Leila's legs.

Leila had forgotten just how small her panties were today. Like everything else she was wearing they were old. She had chosen a clean pair with no holes - maybe she had foreseen this coming - but they were too small. The back cut across her buns about one third of the way down, leaving the top of her crack visible, while the front ...

... was so tight against her pussy that the shape of her lips was instantly visible. They were not see-through, but a good coat of paint would have hidden as much. Her T-shirt didn't cover this either. It was just long enough that if she stood perfectly straight, it would cover the top of the panties by about one inch both front and back, but if she bent forward at all, it would pull above the panties in back, and if she leaned back it would do the same thing in front. She blushed as she sat back down, in the chair David had pulled over beside himself.

"There now," said David,. "doesn't that feel better." Leila glared at him, but melted when his hand fell onto her thigh and began to slide up toward the newly exposed panties. His other hand was around her shoulders and the fingers of that hand were caressing the top of her breast through the T-shirt. She sighed as she leant back against him, cuddling under his shoulder. His right hand was now at the top of her thigh, his thumb pressing on her vaginal lips, putting just the right pressure on her clitoris. She began to moan softly as the fire spread through her loins. His other hand had left her breast, and he was now tracing her earlobe, then she felt the finger slide down her cheek, and slowly trace her lips. She sucked in the finger as her arousal grew, her teeth and tongue playing with it, sucking it in then pulling back until only the tip was in her mouth. She sucked it all the way back in as she came. Not one of the greatest ...