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Lesbian camping fantasy
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Compiled by: Hopalong
Hoppy'z note: I didn't write this--it's a true fantasy some lady that lives
in SF had about another lady on that same board. They sent lezbian E-Mail to
each other. I just took this part out of it. If you want the whole file (it's
about 23k) then you can get it on:
& The Temple of The Screaming Electron 1-510-935-5845
Terripin Tranzit (Brokedown Palace) 1-510-486-1422
and it will be uploaded to other Bay Area BBSs
eventually. It is avalible as SUZY.TXT on both
of the boards.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- *** True Story of Some ***
*** Lady'z Sexual Fantasy ***
We are hiking in the mountains - it's the middle of summer -
and it's the middle of the afternoon.... we've been walking since
about 9 in the morning and are very hot. When we stop to have a
drink of water, you drop your backpack off, and to my suprise,
you pull off your shirt and bra. I don't want to look to long,
because I don't know how you feel sexually about women, and I've
never told you that I am bisexual. I look out of the corner of
my eye as you rub sun screen over your breasts and stomach. You
catch me looking, and smile and say something about it being too
hot to wear a shirt. I am very embarased, but begin to wonder if
the glean in your smile was telling me something. We start
walking again, and the only thing I can look at is your legs,
because you have gotten ahead of me. My heart is racing with
fantasies, and I am pretending that you had decided to take your
top off for my benifit. We walk in silence for a couple of
hours, and I have lost myself in my dream world, allowing my body
to flow with the rythum of walking.
When we stop for another drink, you casually ask me why I'm
still wearing my shirt. There is a mischevious tone to your
voice, and as I stare at your smiling face a wave of excitment
runs through my body. For a moment, I was sure that you knew
everything that I had been thinking. You made it a point of
helping me take off my pack so that I could remove my shirt, too.
After handing me the bottle of sun block, you blatently stared at
me as I spread it over my entire chest. I began to blush as I
noticed that you were especially looking at my hard nipples. You
worldlessly helped me put my pack on again, and quickly started
walking. The image of that knowing half-smile on your face took
a long time to fade.
You were walking ahead of me again, and I sank back into my
fantasy. Before I knew it, we had reached the lake that we were
going to camp at. It must have been around 5 in the evening, and
there was still lots of daylight left. We set up our camp,
talking about nothing in particular... the mischevious quality
that had been in your voice and smile a few hours before seemed
to have gone. I was a little disapointed, but still very happy
to be out in nature, and looked forward to just spending the long
weekend with you.
After we had put up our tents, you sugested that we should
take a swim, and before I could say anything, you had pulled off
your shorts and were diving into the lake. Not wanting to be
left behind, I did the same and dived in after you. We swan
around and played in the water for a while, but when we came out,
and had dried off infront of a small fire, my heart began to
pound with hopefull anticipation again. We had just wrapped
ourelves in towels after our swim, but you suddenly stood up and
let yours drop to the ground. Presenting your completely naked
body to me, you asked me to look at you, to see if I could tell
if you had gotten sunburned. I looked at your smooth body for
longer than I needed to, and, beyond all hope, I began to get the
idea that this must be what you wanted me to do. Finally I told
you that you had gotten a slight sunburn, and - with my heart in
my throat - sugested that you needed some lotion rubbed on it.
You looked directly at me, and finally smiled with a wide grin.
I had said the right thing! You just handed me the bottle, and
lay down on your back on a blanket near the fire. I let my towel
fall off of me as I stood and moved over to you. Knealing over
you, I poured some of the lotion on your stomach. You flinched
and giggled when the cool liquid touched you, and we smiled at
each other.
The sun was going down and the sky was turning beautifull
colors above us. The heat of the campfire is warming my back and
your side. Softly, the fingers of my left hand dip into the pool
of lotion on your stomach, and start to spread it over your skin
in slow circles. There is a soft smile on your face, and when
you shut your eyes, I know that that it is a signal that you are
going to allow me to do whatever I want to. My nipples have
become harder than they ever have been - so hard that they ache.
I can feel the wetness between my legs. Slowly and methodically
I rub lotion over every inch of your skin, being sure to activate
every nerve, and all of your senses. From your stomach, my
fingers have run up the center of your chest to your throat, and
then back between your breasts untill my hand slides over and
follows the shape of the underside your right breast to your
armpit and back, then move across your chest to do the same to
your left breast. Goosebumps form on your skin, and your nipples
begin to grow. I pour lotion dirrectly onto your breasts, and
then, using both hands, I grasp your body from the sides and let
my hands slide over your ribs and fully onto yours breasts. I
hear you make a gentle moaning sound as I cup them in my hands,
and roll each nipple between my finger and thumb.
`As I massage your breast I notice that you have begun to
undulate your hips. Soon you are rubbing your left leg against
my thigh, and as you alternatly open and close your legs, I can
see wetness glistening in your pubic hair. You have raised your
arms over your head, holding your hands together and streaching
out as I rub your breasts. Without thinking I get up off of my
knees and sit on you, stradling your hips. There can be no doubt
now what is happening, and I loose the last of my aprehentions
when you push your hips up to meet me, pushing your pubis into
mine. Your hands have found their way to my buttocks and are
grabing them. Your hips begin to bounce with a stronger tempo,
and your face is becoming contorted with expectation. I am
begining to fall into your rythem as your hands move fitfully
over my body, grabing and squeezing and piching me. Our mounds
are grinding together and our stomachs slipping against each
others, covered in sweat. Suddenly we both know that it is time
to stop playing around, and you lift up one of your legs over
mine so that we can join our pussies together, letting them kiss
and mix their juices, joining us together in the most intimate
way. I am beginning to loose controll of myself now and have
grabbed you under the knees of both you legs so that I can push
myself onto you as hard as I can as we writhe together, nearly
fighting in our passioned joining, screaming as we fuck each
other into orgasm.
Ze End!
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