We look into each other’s eyes as I reach out to her, holding the freshly opened bottle of wine. As she takes it from me, her fingertips land against my own. Her touch is soft but effortlessly entrancing. Without realising, I stare at her as she presses her aqua-coloured lips to the rim of the bottle, I can’t take my eyes off those lips I’ve been dying to taste since I first met her. Her lipstick perfectly matches her gorgeous blue eyes that I am currently sinking into, unable to hide my grin of ecstasy as I tumble into her inescapable abyss. I soak in the scene unfolding before me, the base of the bottle lifts to her eye line as she drinks with subtle passion. The night started as some drinks between two friendly girls, but now she is watching me stare at her as she sips, basking in my infatuation. Absolutely everything about this girl is magical, she has me totally captivated. As my gaze focuses on her lips against the glass, I never imagined I could be so jealous of melted sand. My tongue absent-mindedly rolls over my lips before I gently bite them. I can’t stop thinking about her devouring me, taking her sweet time with it, savouring my body.
As the bottle tilts back upright and her lips become free again, their colour reminds me of an idyllic ocean, a warm, dreamy paradise to lose myself in. Her blonde hair sways against the night sky as she extends her arm, holding the bottle between us. After a moment of me not reacting, she moves her hand a little, the gesture snaps me out of my trance, and I blush as I grab the wine bottle. The bar we were drinking at already closed, and we don’t have any glasses on hand, it can’t be helped. I raise the bottle to my mouth, and everything goes into slow motion. My lips are positioned for a kiss, I suppose that’s exactly what’s happening in my mind as my eyes squeeze shut and I feel the cool, damp glass press against them.
Even the faint, leftover taste of her lips is intoxicating, and as the fruity wine fills my mouth, I picture her face right in front of mine, her lips replacing the glass, her tongue tasting me. Lost in my thoughts and thoroughly enjoying my fantasy, I drink a little more wine than I intended. I was already very tipsy, there is no way I’ll be able to hide my lust for her now. I look back at her and the seductive grin taped to her face reveals that she knows exactly what is going through my head. I quickly hand the bottle back to her and look away, embarrassed.
I can’t help it as my eyes pivot, my gaze focusing back on her. Slowly and sexily she brings the bottle back to her mouth and as she drinks, I look her up and down. She is gorgeous and has more style than anyone I’ve ever seen. She’s wearing a tight-fitting long sleeve top, her thumbs poking out through holes in the faded red fabric. Her dark grey skirt is so short, teasing at what lies underneath. Oh god, even a millisecond of indulging that thought is far too much, and I quickly move my brain on to stop myself going insane. A small section of her pale, silky-smooth skin is framed between her mouth-wateringly short skirt and her sexy, black thigh highs. After several long sips of the sweet, fruity wine, she takes the bottle away from her mouth and replaces it with the back of her hand as she wipes her lips elegantly, smiling.
“I think I could taste your lips a little!” she says confidently. I laugh nervously a little, her gorgeousness is very intimidating, compared to her I feel like nothing at all. She acts pensive for a second before continuing.
“Then again, maybe it was just the wine. Let me make sure.” she leans in to me as I freeze. There is no way this is happening! I can’t believe what I’m seeing as her lips sail through the cool night air towards mine, her hand rests lightly against my cheek, her skin is so soft, it shouldn’t be that big a deal, but my brain’s reaction is crazy. The feeling of her palm gently holding me still for her is all I can concentrate on, and as my eyes close in a mixture of shock and profound lust, the last thing I see is her delicious, light blue lips approaching me.
The experience is other-worldly, my mouth assumes a kiss position and I finally feel her lips against my own. They’re soft and warm, unlike the wine bottle, and both our lips give slightly under the pressure. Our lips flatten out as they’re pushed together, which only increases the contact between us. As she opens her mouth a little, her lips pull mine apart from each other too, and the vacuum is quickly filled by her tongue. Hot, supple, strong, intoxicating, she tastes the inside of my mouth and the world totally vanishes around me. As her thumb brushes my cheek, all that is left is the feeling of her tongue tasting my own, my lips, my whole mouth. I’m totally helpless as my mouth hangs slightly open for her, motionless, the sensation feels way too good and my brain has long forgotten that I can move or react. Instead, all I’m capable of in this moment is basking in the divine ecstasy of her deeply licking and tasting my mouth.
That kiss dissolved time, and when she finally pulls away from me, my face leans in after her, chasing her soft lips for a moment before I catch myself. I try my best to act less flustered than I am and compose myself.
“That was just an excuse to kiss me!” I say, an attempt to hide the affect she has on me, but a futile one that is transparent to her.
“Yes, well, your lips taste much better than the wine.” she replies smugly before shuffling closer to me on the park bench. Both our bodies face out away from the back of the seat but are subtly pointed inwards at each other. She wiggles her way right up to me and I hide my gentle sigh of pleasure as I feel her body press up against my own. One arm silently snakes around the back out my neck and I feel her slender fingers fall against the bottom of my cheek, caressing my jawline. She tilts my head up to the stars as she moves the bottle towards my mouth. She sensually presses the rim against my lips, still wet from her kiss. As she turns the bottle, she feels me drink through her hand resting half on my cheek, half on my neck. She feeds me the sweet alcoholic fruit juice as she begins kissing my cheek.
Those soft aqua lips leave my cheek tingly in their wake. She takes the bottle away from my mouth but doesn’t tip it upright enough and some wine spills out, it runs down my neck and soaks my thin shirt as I gasp from the cold.
“Oh! I’m sorry!” she quickly says to me. We both hesitate for a second before breaking out into laughter, somehow without talking about it I can tell we’re on the same page, neither of us feel like anything really matters in this moment. She leans in and starts kissing down my neck, licking up the split wine as she goes. My eyes close from the pleasure and excitement, my heart has either completely stopped, or is beating so fast I can’t tell the beats apart. Her tongue abseils slowly down my throat and I let out gentle moans into the night.
“There are plenty of dry clothes at mine you can borrow.” she says after cleaning my neck. I open my eyes and see her staring at my wet shirt, the outline of my bra now showing through, and that’s when it hits me. She doesn’t want this to stop at kissing either. She smiles, takes my hand in hers, and stands up. She tugs lightly at my arm, encouraging me to get up and follow her. As we explore the empty town, hand in hand, there is no rush to our adventure at all. Both very tipsy, we giggle and dance and kiss in the moonlight as we meander through this night that we own.
Her squeezable ass bumps against her front door as I playfully pin her against it. I kiss her deeply, needing to taste more of her. I start kissing my way down her neck and my hands glide over her warm body as her breathing becomes erratic, and I love the effect I’m having on her.
“I need… I can’t open the… let me get… my keys.” she stumbles over herself, her cute sighs interrupting her speech as I suck on her soft throat. I give her a break and stand in front of her, my hands holding her sexy waist while I watch her look for her housekey. Finally, she gets the door open and I barely have time to throw it closed before we’re all over each other again. We squeeze our bodies together and she passionately kisses me, her lips and tongue tasting all of my mouth, and a decent amount of my cheeks with how drunk we both are. My hands run up and down her flawless body frantically and I squeeze at her juicy ass and medium-sized, perky tits. We both begin to calm down, taking things a bit slower, being more sensual. The taste of her lips and tongue are now thoroughly engraved into my brain, I can’t think of anything else. My taste buds are coated with her.
Unexpectedly she leans her body forward, her boobs pressed against mine as we kiss, she pushes me back and I need to take a step to maintain balance, but she has trapped my leg by wrapping her own behind me. She breaks our kiss and slowly lowers me onto the fluffy carpet as she lets herself fall with me. She gently collapses on-top of me we go back to kissing, she moves down my cheek and to my neck. Treating my throat as a canvas for her colourful kisses and sensual sucks as I moan out. One of her legs is between mine and she moves her knee upwards slowly, her thigh runs higher and higher, gliding up the middle of my legs and when it presses against my drenched pussy softly, I moan even louder.
Her thigh starts moving in subtle circular motions, massaging my sensitive pussy while she sucks my neck, leaving marks behind as she enjoys me. My pussy is utterly soaked, I didn’t even know it was possible to get this wet, something about this girl drives me totally insane. Even this slight stimulation to my pussy lips proves too much to handle, I wrap my arms around her and roll us so she’s under me. Then I bury my face between her perfect boobs, my cheeks against the soft fabric of her top, being squeezed from both sides by her warm tits. I slowly blow out a warm breath to tease her and she moans. The second I lift my head, her arms reach down and pull her top up. She’s not wearing a bra and I see her pink, delicious nipples sway slightly with her boobs. I instantly dive back in, this time feeling her bare skin enveloping my head.
With my nose sandwiched between her unbelievably soft tits, I inhale deeply. Before her smell was mostly from her perfume, which while lovely, is nothing like the scent of her bare skin. It’s subtle but incredibly erotic and it makes me horny beyond belief, her nakedness filling my nose, my whole brain. My tongue sticks out and I lick my way up her cleavage. I see her staring up into the ceiling, biting the knuckle of her finger slightly while grinning madly. I return my focus to her squishy boobs, running my tongue all over them and sucking her nipples. She moans loudly and her hands fall against the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair. I rhythmically squeeze each of her breasts from the bottom with my hands while my mouth concentrates on one nipple.
I can’t get enough of her moans, the way they echo through my head encourages me to play with her less gently. My tongue delivers powerful licks across the tip of her nipple, pushing it around. Then I shield my teeth behind my gums and playfully bite her nipple, rolling it through my lips while squeezing her tits harder. She’s loving this and I’m having to constantly adjust myself to match her as she squirms beneath me in pleasure, her chest rising and falling with her fast breaths, her back arching while she moans out for me.
Both her hands rest against my cheeks and she pulls me away from her glistening boobs and we gaze into each other’s eyes. We’re both flushed, panting lightly, our eyes conveying the profound lust we have for each other. Suddenly she takes control and spins me onto my back. She sticks her soaked tongue out and flattens it against my face. She delivers a long lick, starting from my jawline, up the side of my cheek, and past my eye. Her body hovers above mine as we kiss passionately. Her hand runs down the centre of my cleavage and then I feel her fingers tiptoe down my body. She lifts my short skirt up to reveal my dripping wet, pink panties and my mind goes blank. She presses her cheek against mine as she stares into my soul, her eyes slicing through mine. She has this grin, it’s cunning, almost evil, a grin that whispers into my ear, “You’re mine!”
She inhales my deep, sensual moan caused by her fingers brushing lightly over my drenched pussy lips. As my eyes squeeze shut, the last image I see is this ocean-lipped girl watching me get driven insane by pleasure. She rests her fingers on the wet stain of my panties, and as she rubs my pussy lips through them in slow circles, my back arches and I let out a fractured, uncontrollable moan. I’ve never been close to this sensitive before. I feel like I’m right on the edge of cumming my brains out, and my panties are still on! This girl is truly something else. With her warm cheek still squished against my own, she licks my lips as I pant and moan. I feel her hand move away from my pussy and I relax a little before she slides it down my panties. I can’t help wriggling around from the sensation of her fingers simply resting against my bare, soaked pussy.
With her index and middle finger pressed together, she rubs my aching pussy lips in slow, sensual circles. Her tongue tastes my moans as they escape from my mouth, I hardly notice when her other hand finds my boobs and starts playing with them. I’m so focused on her fingers running over my scorching pussy, the slightest touch eliciting intense pleasure. She starts stroking her two fingers up my pussy, pushing my pussy lips to either side as they glide across my drenched opening. As she keeps doing this, massaging her way up through my pussy lips, again and again, I can feel my orgasm building. Each time her fingertips push into my pussy a little bit further, making me moan louder. This feels too good, something’s wrong, the pleasure has been building for too long, towering up to kiss the sky, and now I’m afraid to let it go. As I get closer to orgasm my moans take on a hint of panic.
“Wait.. I.. It’s too much.. You..” I stutter but she silences me with a deep kiss. Her fingers stop moving and she just rests them on my tingling pussy, she pulls back and looks into my eyes.
“Relax, give yourself to me. Don’t fight it, you’ll be fine, I promise.” she reassures me in a way that makes me instantly trust her. I take a deep breath and try embrace the incredible, bubbling pleasure. Her fingers start moving again and I moan loudly, letting myself feel the mind-numbing sensation.
She runs her fingers up through my pussy lips again but stops halfway. Then I feel her fingertip start pushing in, very slowly. She sinks her index finger into me, one millimetre at a time, as I fill her house with my moans. It feels amazing, her soft finger sliding into me, exploring my insides. She has barely gotten her first knuckle into me, but it’s already too much, the feeling of her finger moving inside me pushes me over the edge. My back arches and my legs start shaking, my moan catches in my throat and for a second no noise can escape my mouth as I cum. I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes, she is simply holding her finger inside me as my contracting pussy grips it rhythmically.
She deposits a long, wet lick up my exposed throat, her tongue stoking the outside of my windpipe as I finally manage to make noise again, moaning out like a slut for her while I cum. As my orgasm starts to fade, I feel her finger inch into me a little more and my moan borders on screaming. The pleasure ramps back up as she keeps sliding her finger deeper into my tight, sensitive pussy. Is she not done with me yet? My dripping-wet pussy stretches around her feminine finger, I feel her hand press softly against my pussy lips and the sensation of having her finger all the way inside me makes my back arch and my pussy tighten.
As I recover, she curls her finger a little and the tip presses into my g-spot. Keeping her finger slightly curled, she slowly pulls it out of me, raking through my soft insides. My brain melts into a pathetic puddle of horniness and pleasure, a huge smile splayed from ear to ear. Just before her finger is completely out of my pussy, she straightens it and slides back in. This time she enters me a bit faster, stretching my pussy out again as I scream her name. She repeats this, pushing her finger deep into my dripping pussy, curling her fingertip, and pulling it out achingly slowly. The feeling is irresistible, and I know she’s going to tease another screaming orgasm from me soon.
After a minute of fingering me like this, her finger slides out and when she goes to push back inside, her middle finger joins in. She wiggles two fingers into my pussy, I’m so tight, and my pussy walls squeezing her uncontrollably don’t help. I let out a continuous scream of pleasure over the course of thirty seconds, as she inches her two fingers deeper and deeper into me, until they’re buried in my sensitive opening. With her fingers impaling me, I’m right on the edge of cumming harder than I ever have in my life. I’m dangling by a thin thread above the aqua-coloured ocean of my orgasm waiting for me underneath. Her fingertips curl inside me, and the last string of my sanity is cut, leaving me to plummet into her ecstasy.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ctxfd5/oceanlipped_girl_ff_fingering
So Nice indeed