I think if I kissed a girl, I’d like it. Want to taste my cherry chapstick?
We’d meet at a cafe, try to talk, until soon we both can’t wait anymore. We’d go to my hotel room and start kissing passionately. I’d take off you dress and bra, start massaging oil on your breasts and stomach, while you stand there in only your panties. You’d pull off my top, revealing my bare breasts. I’d open the button on my jeans, then the zipper, and slide down my tight jeans. Our dripping wet, oily breasts would touch as we kiss. I’d slide my warm, oily hands down your back and squeese your ass. You’d gently rub my breasts and pinch my nipples playfully, we’d start kissing again. You’d hold my ass, kissing my neck and chest lovingly.
Finally I’d touch your aching clitoris over your panties. Moaning, you’d reach down to touch me. We’d rub each other, our breath getting heavy, we’d both be wet and aching for release. I’d push you on the couch, and sit on the bed. I’d spread my legs and rub myself with the massage oil, reach to take a vibrator and tease myself over my panties, until I’d finally slip it inside my panties. “Watching, no touching.” You’d start going crazy, touching yourself on the couch, maybe taking a vibrator inside your panties. We’d watch each other, orgasming in no time. Of course we would, being so wet and horny.
I’d fall down on my back, laying on the bed, panting, and you’d shakily walk over to the bed. You’d fall next to me, you’d hold my breast in your hand. Putting your leg between my legs, pulling me closer with your leg, I’d put my other leg over yours, my hand on your ass, turning to face you. There we’d lay, our legs intertwined, eyes closed, trying to catch our breath. Finally, in an hour or so, we’d both just tiredly pull on a dress, over nothing but our oily bodies and lacy panties. Then we’d go back to the cafe to get that pastry and a piece of cake we talked about earlier, with something to drink, because man are we thirsty. Now, how’d you like that cherry chapstick?