Title: Sarahjane meets lil miss anonymous
Tags: our_fantasies sarahjane girl/girl
Blog Entry: We had made up our minds, the first time we meet, just a casual cup of coffee. If things go well, we can meet up for a drink or two. The anticipation was killing me. We had known each other for months online. Things started out slow and friendly. She was so pretty in her photos, but with online friends you never know that what you see is what you get. Circumstances were what they were, but the thought of seeing her for the first time shot waves of excitement through me. I knew I had to play it calm, be a good girl… but that just isn’t me. I tell myself I will be a good girl. We plan to meet at a bar, a friendly, neutral location. She had to make considerable effort to get to me so we could meet up somewhere local for me. I was dying to see her face, smell her skin, but there was doubt in my mind. I knew her all this time and had never seen her in person, just lots of photos. I knew if she showed up and she is indeed that hot little thing that’s been chatting with me for months, I don’t think I could stop myself from – oh, never mind, I’m a good girl. I slip into a hot little leather dress, slide into my pantyhose, put on my favorite pair of heels, and spend way too much time getting ready. I leave a little too early, just to be sure I am there on time… when I get there, there is no one in the bar, except an old man and his wife playing pool and sitting at the corner table. I sit down, order up myself a shot of tequila… couldn’t hurt to loosen up a bit. I’m nervous as hell, a little shaky. The tequila helps. I wait for her to show, just waiting and waiting. It seems like forever before she walks in the door. I fade off into the baseball game on the big screen. Suddenly she is there, right in front of me. Startled, I jump a little and then laugh out loud. She smiles and hugs… she is the girl I’ve seen, I’ve dreamed about… my heart is racing. Immediately we launch into a fun conversation, how nice to see her, blah blah blah…all I can think about is taking her, kissing her softly, passionately… I try to focus on her stories about random nothingness. Our eyes meet often as she talks… we order a round of tequila shots, two, three times. Not really paying attention.. my mind wanders once again. I bet her lips taste like sugar… her tongue a special treat. She snaps her fingers in front of my face, “hello,” she says, “are you even listening to me?” I find myself at a loss for words… all I can think about is taking her, tasting her, caressing her soft skin. She giggles, her signature giggle that she uses when she chats. I love the sound of her voice. I pretend to focus on her story, on her words, feign paying attention to every word that rolls off her sweet tongue. We decide another shot of tequila is in order… I try to be the good girl I promised myself I would be, but I find my hand on her knee without intention of doing so. She smiles at me and spreads her legs further apart. We both made the promise… today is just the meet and greet and nothing more. I sigh loudly… she giggles again. The buzz from the tequila and the sound of her voice and her laugh make my pussy wet. I can’t take it… I excuse myself to the bathroom. I walk in, start to count to ten to try to calm myself down. I reach down and turn the water in… wash my face to try and cool down. Suddenly, I feel her behind me… her hand on my shoulder. “Are you feeling okay,” she whispers in my ear. I turn around, startled that she is standing there. I stutter and whisper back, “I’m fine… I’m doing my best to adhere to our agreement… remember?” She smiles at me… pulls me close to her and slowly slides her tongue into my mouth. Oh, she does taste like sugar… like sweet yummy candy. I can’t contain myself. I passionately kiss her… take my hand slowly and caress her soft face… her skin like silk. She grabs my hair tight… pulls my head back and slides her tongue up and down my neck… softly kissing and licking me… sending shivers up and down my spine. My pussy is so hot and wet now… I can feel the juices on the inside of my leg. She forcefully pulls me into the stall… we are all over each other. I can’t stop myself… my hands rubbing all over her body and hers on mine, touching, feeling, licking, exploring. My mind is reeling… her body so soft and fuckable. We reach down… each of us fingering each other with devilish delight. I am so turned on by her, by her smell, her touch, her mmmm… yumminess. I try to stop myself from cumming… but I’ve waited so long, I can’t hold out any longer. We both gush at the same time… her juices fill my hand with her sweet cum. I pull my hand out from under her and lick it… tasting everything that she is and loving every lick, taste and smell…. She mimics me and does the same. We both start to giggle… uncontrollably laughing as the excitement and rush of the whole experience is so overwhelming. Our breath is heavy and sweet… she tastes just like I thought she would, just like I had dreamed about for so long…. She whispers in my ear, “I thought you were supposed to be a good girl.” I giggle and whisper back, “So were you, little one.” We compose ourselves, walk back out to the bar… order one more tequila shot… she again whispers in my ear, the sweet smell of my pussy on her breath… “let’s not pretend we’re good girls and go get a hotel room.” I smile and we head for the door… what happens next, I am sworn to secrecy… what I can say is I will never be the same again. Wanna read more like this? Stop by sarahsplayhouse.com :)
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