Needed Treatment Lesbian Encounters FF Vera Cruise
This work in its entirety is fiction. It has explicit lesbian sexual activity. If it is illegal or offensive to you, please don't read it.
Those months out in the country slowly got better. That was after I finally checked myself in for treatment. Many had tried to tell me it was what I needed. As the saying goes, the student wasn't ready. Decades of alcohol, drug, and sexual addiction had left me in shambles. When there was no longer any hope I slowly took the steps needed to recover. So even now after nine years clean and sober I still to meetings.
That's where I met her. Everything about her said: dyke. Everything about me still said I am not sure. Stylish soft butches make my heart flutter. Even though my heart quivered when I looked at her my mind said forget it, hon. It mattered little now. I didn't stand a chance. I am in my mid forties. She was in her twenties. Even if she wasn't using all she had to do is get within a mile of a lesbian bar and the femmes would be on her like flies on honey. Still my slowly increasing wetness said hello and my heart said oh yes.
Whatever the topic was that day, I soon could not attend to it. When she looked my way I felt the blush start in my scalp and in a flash engulf me. I could feel the wetness dripping between my legs. Everything it touched quivered to the beat of my racing heart. At the end of the meeting when we stood in a circle holding hands, I knew my sex scent would soon become noticeable.
She looked at me and said nothing. When she put her hand out I took it. She asked where I lived. I told her. She said show me. I said OK. She pulled into my driveway and walked the garage. I hit the opener and the door went down. Before I opened the kitchen door she touched my ass. I stopped. Her hand didn't move. I leaned back and felt her lips on my neck. She whispered in my ear. Are you ready to come? The quivering spread from deep within my wetness. When it hit my knees I moaned and felt her holding me up. I put both hands on the garage door and came in lush hot waves. She said, hi Groaner. I'm Loner.
She was still fully dressed when she took me again in my living room. Kneeling naked my forearms on the back of my couch, I was spread wide open for her. When she asked what I liked I said hands. She said I love that. She lubricated my pucker with the flood dripping on the pillow between my legs. After she had three fingers in my behind she worked her other hand swiftly into my pussy. The explosions became louder and shaking more intense. My groans became screams of affirmation.
When my orgasms subsided, she disrobed. Her beauty brought me to tears. We stood and kissed. Her flawless grace and beauty filled my heart like her hands hand filled my sexual hungers. Behind her was the painting. The naked woman in the picture and the naked women in my arms were somehow the same. I took her hand and led her to my bed. We curled up ready for sleep. I asked. Did you come every time I did? Yes, she said! We then slept.
We have been faithful partners doing what helps us sleep for six years now.