Sitting in a Hong Kong bar on a flight layover, Catherine considers her luck. The buxom American's boyfriend has dumped her; she has nowhere to stay on this night; and she’s almost broke. But when chic British blonde Belinda introduces herself, Catherine's comforted. Many drinks later, Catherine finds herself in Belinda’s apartment… and there’s only one bed. A first-time story. F/F erotic romance. More
Belinda moved her face down to once again kiss Catherine’s neck. She moved her lips gently, the lightest of pecks, until she was kissing the brunette’s ear. She touched the earlobe with her teeth, a gentle nibble.
The American’s breathing grew deeper. Her eyes closed. She moved her hands further around Belinda’s waist, pulling her closer.
Emboldened, the blonde slipped a hand up her guest’s torso to cup her breast. She held it tenderly before rubbing her thumb over the nipple.
Catherine gasped. Belinda kissed her again, hard, crushing their bodies together.
“Wow,” Catherine managed to say.
The American felt the soft material of Belinda’s cashmere sweater as the Englishwoman pressed Catherine’s hand into her own breast. It felt firm and supple, the nipple hardened into a pebble.
Belinda mumbled unintelligibly as she kissed and sucked Catherine’s neck.
“Stop,” the brunette whispered in the dark. “You’ll leave a hickey.”
The blonde continued, heedless. She sucked great patches of Catherine’s skin, tasting her, needing her.
Catherine’s eyes closed once more. Her body seemed to deflate as she submitted to her host. Her hand moved to the back of Belinda’s head, touching her blonde hair tenderly.
“Forgive my forwardness,” Belinda whispered. She knelt and slipped her hands under the hem of Catherine’s dress, raising the material up the American’s body as she rose again. “But you’re just so damn sexy.”
Catherine raised her arms over her head with a slow movement, as if hypnotized. Belinda lifted the dress up and over her, then draped the garment over a nearby chair.
The blonde kissed her guest with short aggressive pecks, sliding her hands up and down the exposed skin. Her movements grew faster as she became lost in the moment, emitting a hungry sound between labored breaths. Catherine accepted the treatment passively, opening her mouth to allow the other woman’s tongue deep inside. Her hips shifted involuntarily against her host, a soft rubbing motion against the Brit’s skirt-covered thigh. Still kissing, Belinda turned her own body and pushed her leg between Catherine’s thighs, slipping her hands down the brunette’s back and into the panties to cup her ass. Catherine moaned.
With trembling fingers, the blonde unclipped the American’s bra and let it fall to the floor before pushing down the plain white cotton panties. Catherine stepped out of them daintily. She turned to an unmade bed that looked like a high-end futon. Lowering herself onto its cool sheet, she crawled toward the pillows before flipping over onto her back.