Oily and Outrageous from Adult Time Series “Lez Be Bad” features Little Puck and Sarah Arabic. This scene was just released, so you know I had to get my hot little hands on this as soon as I saw it in my Members Area.

As a consumer and professional in the adult industry, I find AdultTime always has quality content with top stars, and unique storylines. If you’re not familiar with this series, I believe this scene would be an excellent introduction to the series and the network. This series brings romantic playfulness to the scenes, which makes it a perfect pick for Peach Kisser!

If you’re here for the first time, welcome! We specialize in reviewing porn for women, and actually recommend scenes based on watchability. This scene was specifically chosen for its quality, talent, and passion, so let’s dig in!

Oily And Outrageous – Little Puck & Sarah Arabic

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These are two performers I find deeply alluring. There’s no wonder why they’re popular performers. They melded together in this scene beautifully, proving chemistry from the first moments, onward.

Little Puck, however, is new to me. However, I was thrilled by her performance in this scene as a busty little dynamo. Sarah Arabic is erotically curvaceous, and passionate. In these scene, these two put in the work for hedonistic pleasure. Not only do they pleasure each other–but they create magic that simply deserves to be witnessed.

Thank goodness it was all caught on film! 😉

Setting The Scene

Little Puck and Sarah Arabic play a lesbian couple who are quite adventurous to begin with. We are treated to a beautiful voiceover by Little Puck as she prepares her bedroom for a little romance. With giddy anticipation, she lights candles and ensures their bedroom vibes are immaculate.

Puck explains that they’re looking forward to receiving their sex box subscription, which comes to them every single month. In this subscription, they’re given something new to enjoy. This keeps their bedroom life spicy, so they look forward to its arrival every single month.

This time their box arrives with some things they don’t quite expect, but they’re more than thrilled to give it a try. This month’s box is full of massage oils and towels, which is perfect for creating visual appeal, with their stunning curves. The couple is extremely excited for the contents of the box, and begin their orgasmic journey immediately.

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Playtime Gets Messy

There’s nothing quite like an oil massage, to bring you closer to your partner, but it also looks extremely sexy. This scene felt organic, which always makes a scene more enjoyable to me. As they’re stripping each other down, each kiss delivers more and more visual pleasure.

Arabic and Puck have beautiful chemistry, and genuinely seem to be enjoying each and every move. This scene has all the action you’d expect, with clear consent and giggly passion. From their first passionate kiss, I knew this scene was going to be a keeper.

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Playtime begins with a little Tongue Sucking

Throughout the foreplay, they’re so joyful and horny that they almost forget about the box. The chatter between them is flirty and fun and they’re deeply focused on each other. Over and over again, these two turn each other into puddles of melting butter, sliding each other’s bodies over each other. The visuals for this are stunning, as they joyfully glide their hands over each other’s bodies.

Puck has a dominating, calm demeanor, even when she’s receiving. Her sensual energy flows freely through every move she makes to pleasure her busty girlfriend. Sarah is breathlessly beautiful and visibly excited to fuck around with Little Puck. They flirt and banter, stimulating each other’s minds along with their bodies.

There is so much flirting, this will make you feel quite a bit like a voyeur! Sometimes hardcore porn gets chopped up, and cut oddly, so it leaves no room for the romantic connection. This scene has a steady flow of action, which flows seamlessly along with the intimate storyline.

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Final Thoughts

Lez Be Bad Oily And Outrageous is a scene full of beauty, passion, and organic action. The passion took hold from beginning to end, as we observed the pair melt into each other. They compliment each other’s skills, and wailed with pleasure throughout the scene. If these two porn beauties were not actually into girls, I wouldn’t believe you. That pleasure appeared as genuine as their playful banter appeared, demonstrating their chemistry.

As a long time porn critic, I can definitely tell when scene partners lack chemistry. As for them? Their passion together was almost too beautiful.

Oily And Outrageous, featuring Sarah Arabic and Little Puck is a beautifully shot scene, with action that really hits the mark. You can watch it now, on Adulttime’s Lez Be Bad channel.

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There’s something about the way early Summers blanket my home and garden with comfort. After Spring has brought new life to my home, I bask in the comforting glow of the sun in my hammock under my Peach Tree. The air is warm and sweet, wrapping me in a romantic embrace worthy of the most legendary love stories.

My hammock was a bit of a splurge, but I think it was worth it. Now that my peach tree is full of the sweet scent of ripening fruit, I find myself here most evenings simply spending time with myself. My lush, quiet neighborhood sinks into the evening, as the air cools and gives us a bit of a reprieve from the heat. It’s easy to fall asleep here, listening to the rustling leaves from the gentle breeze washing over myself and my garden.

My garden hammock has become my sanctuary.

And each evening I spend here, in my hammock, I drift off into joyous thoughts and memories. This time, as I sink into a delicious haze I wasn’t prepared to uncover. This time, I dream about the last person to make my heart race.

I missed her–Anna. She often haunts my thoughts as I drift off to sleep, when my mind is unencumbered by my daily stresses. I missed the way she made me laugh, the way she touched me, and how passionately she loved me with every bit of light inside of her.

As I lay there, the warmth of the sun seeping into my soul, my thoughts began to simmer. Blissfully, I imagined her gentle fingers gently caressing my curves, her soft lips gently kissing the back of my neck. The sweet nothings she’d whisper sunk into me like the most satisfying bite of the perfect peach. As my heart rate began to elevate, without thought, my hands began to wander, as if searching for the feeling Anna once left me.

Under My Peach Tree, My Hammock Beckons

As I lay in my hammock, with my eyes closed, I began to lose awareness of what’s around me. My arousal is only accented by the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves of my tree, and the occasional car driving through my neighborhood. I began to touch myself, trying to emulate the feeling Anna would leave me.

Being so vulnerable to the gaze of passersby only entered my mind in fleeting moments. It added to the thrill. Giggling to myself, I pushed the thoughts away, to focus on my building sensations and on my thoughts of Anna’s presence.

As my fantasies grew more vivid

I began to think of her body pressed against mine. Feeling each of her curves along my bare skin, as she reaches for my hips. I imagine her hands roaming my body, sending shivers down my spine, teasing my nipples and caressing me slowly, dipping into my warmth as if it was a delectable and sweet jar of honey.

Surprisingly, my arousal continued to grow. With my hand now stroking my engorged clitoris over my underwear, I knew I wasn’t going to go back. Even the sounds of nature faded into the background of my fantasies, as I began to grind my hips to the rhythm of my fingers. I was preparing for Anna to consume me whole.

Fully immersed in my fantasies, my haze only continued to blur the lines between fantasy and reality, as I slipped my hands into my warmth. I’m only thinking of Anna’s fingers…

Even my beautiful garden began to fade into the background, as I dove deeper into the fantasy of Anna and I being the only two people in existence, building each other’s pleasure. I see her eyes curled into a smile as my arousal begins to peek, remembering her filthy dirty talk. Oh, Anna, I’m am very good girl today. Just for you.

My fingers moved with a life of their own, as if possessed with Anna, herself. They stroked, teased, probed and penetrated me into budding pleasure, intending to cause a full explosion. As tension in my body built, I moved my fingers even faster, trying my best to hold back the moans, even though I was in my own garden. On the precipice of release, I finally allowed an orgasm to wash over me. An orgasm that launches me just to the edge of reality.

As I came down from the euphoria of the orgasm, I slid my fingers into myself, penetrating deeply as if I needed to cool down from a workout. I settled myself down once again, finding the sun meeting my hazy glaze. Nature begins to unfold before me, once again. I hear the birds calling. I hear the rustling of the leaves in the gentle breeze, as I lay under my peach tree with my skin still flushed from indulgent pleasure.

For a moment, I lay there, basking in the afterglow of my fantasy.

Satisfied, I looked around and found there were still no observers. I laid back into my hammock, to enjoy my own afterglow. While I recovered from such an explosive fantasy, I laid back gently. I enjoyed the feeling of warmth of the sun on my skin once more.

I glanced up at the peach tree, its branches heavy with ripening fruit. Just because we couldn’t be together right now, didn’t mean I couldn’t think about her from time to time–did it? I smiled, knowing that Anna would love the sweet juiciness of my peaches, just as she loved my sweet taste of pleasure.

As I walked back to my small cottage, nestled among the trees, I felt a sense of pleasure and joy washing over me. I looked back at my peach tree, the center of my garden, knowing that now we share some naughty secrets.

And who knows? Maybe we’ll share more naughty secrets together. Maybe next time, I won’t be alone under my peach tree.

We’re about to go on a journey led by director Perlita León, in SEXTAPE, an Erika Lust Original. I saw this release in my members area and didn’t hesitate to bring this to the Peach Kisser table. This was an unexpected delight, dribbling in lesbian mischief. I will note, however, that this scene is in Spanish. I believe that sex needs no translation; but if you prefer to follow storylines, language may be a barrier.

However, I’d like to invite you to break past that barrier. This is an inviting scene starring Valentina (Selva Lapiedra) who is already a famed starlet, but she is craving more. Not knowing what her next step should be, Maria (Sofia Laone) enters and changes the ganme. Maria helps her make a naughty decision that could have a wild fallout. As soon as she whips out the tape recorder, Valentina and Maria create a thrilling performance that becomes a real life confession.

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Unpacking Sofia Laone & Selva Lapiedra

This is my first time experiencing this pair, and they’re deeply sensual with natural beauty. Sofia Laone and Selva Lapiedra are both striking Latinas, with vastly different looks. As such, they’re a gorgeous pair. Their performance in this scene was sensually fulfilling and delightful, as they explore pleasure together, intended for a different audience.

Setting the Scene – SEXTAPE, Erika Lust

This is a scene ripe with erotic bliss. It feels like watching a foreign film, and I suppose it is. However, that creates an added and unexpected appeal as we explore the desires of two women unfolding before us.

The scene oscillates between being realistically 4K, and enjoying the video output from the camcorder. This is a unique twist on social norms in a story we’ve seen over and over with the likes of Kim Kardashian, Paris Hilton, and anyone else who thought they’d release a sex tape as a fast track to expansive fame.

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With beautiful cinematography, we’re set to enjoy two women melting into each other, in exactly the way you’d expect a sex tape to begin. You’ll alternate between camcorder POV and 4K, giving you a taste of everything, as Maria gets her first tastes of Victoria–dribbling spit and all.

The sex is consensual as it is steamy, as the pair heats up, breathlessly advising each other on what to expect next, whether it be simply inserting fingers or toys. Between their sopping lips and penetrating pleasure, the action simply continues from moment to moment. The two mischievous beauties continue their naughty camera work, getting more and more engrossed in their orgasmic antics. They start to focus more on giving each other thrills and orgasms from moment to moment, smiling into the camera with euphoric glee.

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Final thoughts

This was a scene that was deeply erotic. Personally, I think that the scene being shot in Spanish makes it even sexier–but that’s up to you to decide! Perhaps I am biased.

The steamy sensual take on consent makes the scene something you’ll be squirming into your seat to, right along with the talent. This scene is a delectable mix of the seediness of a sex tape, and the erotic visual pleasure you only get from porn scenes for women.

Welcome to Peach Kisser Sex Stories! We feature lesbian sex stories and so much more. Sweet Sapphic Sundaes is from the first person perspective, that unveils a romantic connection between two close friends. They fall into each other over Ice Cream Sundaes on a warm afternoon, and make their connection a bit sweeter. No ice cream required!

Sweet Sapphic Sundaes

Summer leads to laziness, as we avoid the heat of the sun. It was a long afternoon, and I was watching the sun drop lower in the sky, slowly hanging back to offer us it’s golden hues and I felt like I needed a little company today.

I had invited my friend Anna over to my place. I loved Anna. We’ve been friends for decades, with closeness that has long outlived any of our great loves. I haven’t seen her lately, and so I thought I’d invite her over for some ice cream. It’s warm, and I am wary of the “Sunday Scaries”, and am not ready to let the weekend go. I desperately needed company, and I thought we should have a little catch-up sesh, over ice cream.

Picking Up Where We Left Off

We always picked up where we left off, having been friends for so long. We’ve bonded over lost loves and pets. I’ve been stressed out at work, and miss having company. As Anna walked in, golden hour struck. Suddenly, my world was illuminated with her presence, and I watched as her beauty unfolded. How could you not admire her long, kinky curls glistening in the sunlight? She grinned her infections grin, and giggled her salacious giggle as I had always come to enjoy.

We’d long been accused of flirting. We greeted each other with a warm hug,and she embraced me deeply. Excited at her arrival–not quite processing her energy–I led her into the kitchen where I had already crafted my ideal ice cream bar! I had several ice cream flavors and toppings splayed out on the counter. This was a sweet masterpiece I was more than ready to create.

We began with our usual pleasantries as we giggled together, choosing our favorite toppings and hunger in our eyes. I went for good ol’ vanilla ice cream, with whipped cream and a generous scoop of hot fudge. She didn’t seem to have much organization with hers, topping strawberry ice cream with marshmallow fluff, oreo cookies, and caramel sauce.

“And you, my dear, need a cherry on top,” Anna said with a grin, as she topped our sundaes, each with a single cherry.

My kitchen was made warm, not by the heat of the Summer, but with our wild laughter as we teased each other.

As we sat at my kitchen bar, Anna’s demeanor shifted subtly. She smiled, but her energy was off. Her usual giggle-filled self seemed more contemplative than usual. I looked over to her with concern, and saw her visibly shudder.

“I have something to tell you,” she said, clearing her throat. Oh, god. What could she possibly have to say?! I felt the fear of anticipation bubbling up in my throat, as I waited for her to continue. “I decided that I would take this chance to make a confession: I have feelings for you. Real ones.”

The admission made the air thick. This was not something I anticipated, but I continued to process her words. Anna had feelings for me? The revelation struck me right in the chest. In my shock, I felt… a surprisingly welcome desire I didn’t realize laid beneath the surface.

I froze, stunned. Thank goodness she waited, between bites. I would have surely choked. Anna began searching my face for any positive sign. I didn’t have time to think, and time was moving so quickly. Or was it slow? I couldn’t tell. In a flurry of surprise emotions, I pressed my lips to hers.

The floodgates are open. She kisses back.

I feel my body full with pulsing joy. Our kisses became more and more impassioned, as we pulled each other closer. For the first time, I’m feeling her curves. I didn’t even know how much I was anticipating this moment.

We were suddenly more eager for each other than our ice cream. As it melted, we continued to melt into each other’s arms, enjoying the feel of intimacy we’ve never had before.

In a fit of passion, Anna reached for the chocolate sauce, and drizzled some upon her fingers. She slid her finger into my mouth, and asked, “would you like another taste?” I nodded, silently. Anna gave me another fingerful of chocolate, and something primal in me took over. I grabbed the bottle myself, as I raised her shirt over her head. That’s right, she never did wear a bra… I was now faced with her luscious breasts, with her nipples fully erect.

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“Are we really doing this?” I ask. Anna nodded with that wild grin, and giggled her sexy giggle before she kissed me deeply. She looked at me with a challenge in her eyes, as I playfully drizzled a little chocolate onto her chest.

“We might as well finish what we started, “ I say. The chocolate streamed between Anna’s breasts, highlighting her pale skin. I lapped it up gently. The taste of the rich, sweet sauce mingled with the saltiness of her skin, driving me wild with desire. I traced her skin with my tongue, finishing with a kiss as she began slipping off my top. lesbian sex stories

I sank to my knees in front of her, slipping off my bra to bare my breasts to her. She smiles as my heart beats faster. Anna moaned softly, her fingers threading through my hair as she urged me on.

As our sundaes melted, we frantically moved to the living room. We laid down upon the blankets in my plush couch, the world around us fading into insignificance. There was nothing more important than this, in this moment, as we lost ourselves. lesbian sex stories

Anna’s hands explored my body, sending warm sensations through my body. I reciprocated, my fingers tracing the contours of her body. We finished undressing each other, finally naked and in each other’s arms.

Since I have never seen her nude, I was in awe. I was struck by each curve and her perfect, puffy nipples. Anna was a vision, her body a new place to explore, with peaks and valleys destined to be savored. I worshipped her with my mouth and hands, engulfing her nipples in my mouth, as our desire grew.

She guided me on top of her, our bodies folding into each other perfectly. I reached between her legs, feeling her heat making my desire grow even further. I plunged my fingers into her wetness, kissing her as she joyfully gasped into my mouth.

We melded together, bodies in sync and passions flowing.

All I felt was Anna. All I could hear was Anna. We moved in sync, as she cried out with pleasure, slightly echoing in the room. Her body pulsed beneath me, as she surrendered to pleasure in my hands.

As we reached the peak, our bodies shuddered with pleasure. I made sure she came right into my hands, dripping with her ever flowing juices. This exploration of seeing Anna in a new light created swelling inside of me. I delighted in the euphoria of this newfound pleasure; I could see colors! It was as if we became enveloped in cosmic joy as we reached orgasm.

My beautiful Anna, naked in front of me and writhing with pleasure. As she released, I slipped my lips over her fully erect nipples making her cry out with glee, and a little giggle. She took a deep sigh and her body relaxed in my arms, chocolate stains and all.

Hungover with pleasure…

Anna looked at me, her eyes still filled with bold desire. “Shower with me?” she asked, her voice husky and charming, singing to me like a viola.

I nodded, unable to use my voice. We made our way to my shower, holding hands. We still hadn’t gotten off the orgasmic high, the pure newness of it all. I turned on the shower and led her in. We washed each other gently, removing the last bits of chocolate from our adventurous play.

As we stood there, our bodies pressed together, I thought to myself that Anna is now mine. This is something to be cared for, and to find joy and pleasure within. Anna and I had crossed a threshold, morphing our friendship into something far more expansive. Something beyond us, that we could nurture and grow. lesbian sex stories

We make our way out of the shower, and find each other’s bodies again. Now fresh and clean, I lead her to my bedroom to rest. By now, it’s already evening and growing later. Anna’s head is resting on my chest. Our ice cream sundaes might have melted into oblivion, and my “Sunday Scaries” disappeared into an extremely welcome, sticky mess. With a cherry on top.

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A Bride’s Haunting Pleasure – A Lesbian Erotica

Evelyn’s eyes scanned the opulent ballroom of the ancient mansion, a sea of costumed bodies moving to the rhythm of the macabre music. The Halloween party was in full swing, with guests embracing the spirits of the night in their elaborate attire. Among the throng, Evelyn stood out in her blonde curls and a vintage white lace dress, her costume a nod to silent film starlets.

As the night deepened, a hush fell over the crowd, and all eyes turned towards the grand staircase. There, like a specter descending from the afterlife, stood Gabriella. She was a vision in a tattered wedding gown, her dark eyes piercing through the dimly lit room. Her raven hair cascaded down her shoulders, contrasting starkly with the ethereal white of her dress. Gabriella’s presence was magnetic, and Evelyn felt an inexplicable pull towards her.

With a grace that seemed to defy the laws of gravity, Gabriella floated across the room…

She locked her eyes on Evelyn’s. The connection was immediate and intense, a current of desire that neither could deny. “You look like you’ve stepped out of another time,” Gabriella said, her voice a soft melody that resonated in Evelyn’s core. Evelyn, entranced by Gabriella’s aura, replied, “And you, my dear, look like a bride who’s run away from her wedding, only to find herself in a haunted mansion.” Gabriella smiled, a knowing look that suggested there was more truth to that statement than mere fancy dress. Together, they drifted away from the crowd, their hands brushing against each other, sending shivers down their spines. Gabriella led Evelyn through a maze of corridors until they found themselves in a room untouched by time, filled with antique furniture and a grand four-poster bed draped in sheer white fabrics.

The door closed behind them with a soft click, and tensions began to build.

The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and the faintest hint of jasmine, which seemed to emanate from Gabriella’s very skin. They moved towards each other, the space between them charged with an otherworldly energy.

Naked and vulnerable, they explored each other’s bodies with a reverence that bordered on the spiritual. Gabriella’s lips were soft and insistent, her tongue dancing with Evelyn’s in a rhythm as old as time. They fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and sighs, their passion building like a crescendo.

Gabriella’s mouth trailed down Evelyn’s neck, leaving a path of fire in her wake. Evelyn moaned as Gabriella’s lips found her nipples, teasing and sucking until she was writhing with need. Gabriella’s hand slid between Evelyn’s thighs, her fingers expertly finding the wetness that awaited her.

Evelyn’s legs parted, inviting Gabriella deeper. Gabriella’s fingers entered her, slow and deliberate, her palm pressing against Evelyn’s clit. Evelyn gasped, her body arching off the bed as Gabriella’s fingers began to move in a maddening rhythm. She rocked into Gabriella’s hand, her hips begging for more.

Gabriella’s mouth claimed Evelyn’s, their tongues entwined as they devoured each other. Evelyn’s fingers dug into Gabriella’s hair, holding her close as they kissed. The room spun around them, the only sound the heavy breathing and the soft, wet noises of their lovemaking.

Pulsating, Supernatural Sensation Takes Over

Gabriella broke away from the kiss, her eyes locked on Evelyn’s as she worked her fingers deeper into her core. Evelyn’s eyes rolled back, her body trembling on the edge of release. Gabriella’s thumb found her clit, circling it with a pressure that sent shivers down Evelyn’s spine.

Evelyn’s orgasm hit her like a storm, her body convulsing as she came. Gabriella’s fingers remained inside her, milking every last drop of pleasure from her body. As Evelyn’s tremors subsided, Gabriella withdrew her fingers, her eyes gleaming with a feral intensity.

Without a word, Gabriella straddled Evelyn, her thighs spreading wide as she lowered herself onto Evelyn’s mouth. Evelyn’s tongue darted out, tasting the sweet, musky flavor of Gabriella’s arousal. Gabriella’s hands grasped the headboard, her body undulating as Evelyn’s tongue worked its magic.

Gabriella’s climax was a thing of beauty, her body shuddering as she came, her juices dripping down Evelyn’s chin. As they caught their breath, Gabriella’s eyes locked onto Evelyn’s, a connection that went beyond the physical, a bond that transcended the mortal plane.

She Smells of Jasmine

When the first light of dawn crept into the room, Evelyn awoke to find Gabriella gone. The only trace of her was the faint scent of jasmine on the pillows, a ghostly reminder of the night they had shared. Evelyn dressed slowly, her heart heavy with the knowledge that their encounter was nothing more than a fleeting, spectral romance.

As she made her way back to the now-silent ballroom, she sought out her friend, the host of the party, to ask about Gabriella. Her friend looked at her with a face of confusion. “Evelyn, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. But I must tell you, there was no Gabriella at this party. The only bride here tonight was you, my dear.”

Evelyn’s heart skipped a beat. She turned to look back at the grand staircase, half-expecting to see Gabriella’s spectral form. But there was nothing—only the echo of her own footsteps as she walked through the mansion, forever haunted by the memory of the bride who ran away, and the love that was as fleeting as the night itself.

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Welcome to Peach Kisser Erotica! Do you want to read this story? This is a lesbian sex story that unveils a fantasy a woman may have when experiencing lust for another woman, who is serving her on a flight. She approaches her target with respect and lust, finding she is deeply rewarded for putting herself out there.

Mid-Flight Hospitality – a Lesbian Sex Story

After a surprisingly exhausting journey through airport security, amongst the bustle and anxiety produced by the very idea of travel, I finally settled into my seat on the plane. Finally, it was time to rest and ease my stressors until I got to my final destination. This was a long flight, I had prepared for all my needs that could come up for a journey like this.

As I stared off into the sky, I drifted into relaxation as the hum of the airplane engine generated a familiar lullaby in the sky. As the plane ascended, my eyes drifted to the flight attendants moving in tandem. So organized, and purposeful, and each one a vision in their neatly pressed uniforms. I couldn’t help but notice one– a redhead. She really caught my eye. Luxuriously tall with beautiful red locks that flowed in a fiery cascade. A goddess among mortals, her presence commanding yet inviting.

Her tailored uniform hugged her decadent curves, showcasing her generous chest that rose and fell with each breath. I found myself entranced by the gentle sway of her hips as she glided down the aisle, her smile a beacon of warmth in the sterile environment. Her name tag read “Annalise,” and I committed it to memory. Which is funny, because I am so terrible with names.

Annalise, a sensual mantra to accompany my elevated blood pressure as she passed.

Annalise was permeating my fantasies, distracting me from enjoying my flight.

Annalise–this goddess–moved with an elegance that belied the impossible proportions of her body. She was a living goddess fantasy; it’s like she was written by someone who truly loved women. Annalise’s breasts were full and inviting, brimming to the top of her uniform. Her skin looked supple, the kind that promised ecstasy with a single touch. I couldn’t tear my gaze away, and when our eyes met, a spark of recognition flickered between us. Had she noticed me too? Perhaps this was a silent acknowledgment of the chemistry that perfumed in the air.

As she approached, my loins were already swimming with desire. “Can I get you anything to drink?” she asked, her voice a melodic purr that resonated deep within me. Her smile hit me unexpectedly.

In this moment, I blushed to myself, almost as if I didn’t expect her to ask me anything. I stuttered, “uhh, yes, p-please.” I lamented sounding so embarrassing and sheepish, with slightly elevated blood pressure.

There would be more chances to interact with her, but this time I couldn’t muster the courage. I sat in deep contemplation, remembering I did actually have some notebook paper. “Well, I thought accounted for all my needs,” I joke to myself as I began to write her an invitation to meet me at the back of the plane.

Finally, Annalise returned to serve us once again. This time, I was prepared. I ordered a glass of wine and seized the opportunity, my hand shaking slightly as I passed her a note disguised as a napkin. Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before she composed herself, tucking the note away with a sly wink. “I’ll be right back with your drink,” she promised, her lips curving into a knowing smile.

Minutes dragged on like hours, each second a test of my patience. Was I being rejected? When Annalise finally returned, she brushed against my arm as she handed me a glass of wine, her fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. “Enjoy your flight,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear.

I sipped my wine, even though my heart was in my stomach. I was in disbelief! The note had been simple, a bold invitation to meet at the back of the plane, where the hum of the engines would drown out our secrets. But it worked.

The only thing that can distract me is that I am stuck in a plane.

I waited for what felt like an eternity, the cabin lights dimming as passengers around me drifted off to sleep.

Then, with the stealth of a cat, I unbuckled my seatbelt and made my way to the rear of the plane. The galley was dimly lit, a sanctuary away from prying eyes. Annalise was already there, her uniform jacket discarded, revealing a blouse that strained against her ample bosom, and pretending to work.

Her eyes locked onto mine, a silent command that pulled me toward her. “I was hoping you’d actually come,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

“I wasn’t about to turn you down,” I confessed, my gaze hungrily roaming over her body, feeling myself salivate with my words. Annalise moved to press herself against my smaller body, the heat of her body mingling with my own. “We have to be quiet,” she warned, her fingers deftly unbuttoning my blouse. “Can you be quiet for me?”

I nodded, breathlessly full of joy that my hours of fantasizing have come to this. She kissed me then, softly. As if she was afraid to break me. She pulled me closer, gently exploring. I allowed her tongue to part my lips and fell into her arms. I moaned into the kiss, my hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her against me.

Her breasts pressed against mine. Both naturally large and soft, pressed together a tantalizing promise of what was to come. Annalise broke the kiss. And with a trembling breath, her lips began trailing down my neck, raising hairs all over my body. “I’ve been thinking about this since I saw you,” she admitted, her voice a husky whisper.

The Salacious Lust was Mutual

“I’m glad to know the feeling was mutual,” I said as I expertly unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts, which spilled into my hands. They were even more magnificent up close, soft and heavy, the nipples hardening under my touch. I leaned down, capturing one between my lips, sucking and teasing until Annalise’s breath came in ragged gasps.

Her hands were everywhere, unbuttoning my pants, slipping inside my underwear to find me wet and ready. “You’re soaked,” she breathed, her fingers circling my clit with maddening precision.

I bit my lip to stifle a moan, my hips bucking against her hand. “Please,” I begged, being mindful to keep this trip to the mile-high club at a whisper.

Annalise understood. Within moments, her fingers disappeared inside of me, only to return slick with my arousal. I clung to her, allowing my face to become completely overtaken between her breasts.

The pleasure built within me, a veritable ticking timebomb was waiting to explode within me. I rode her hand, my movements frantic and uncoordinated, desperate for release. Annalise watched me, her eyes dark with lust, her own breathing labored as she brought me to the brink.

“Come for me,” she commanded, somehow so firmly through a whisper. At the moment those words left her lips, I became enraptured by an orgasm crashing over me like a wave. There was no ease into it, she had body was shaking with lust and fervor. Immediately as I came, Annalise held me close. Her fingers still moved inside of me, as she wanted to make sure she drew out every last shudder of pleasure.

As I came to from the explosiveness of lust and the heights of orgasm, desperate to provide her the same release. I sank to my knees, my hands trembling as I unzipped her skirt. Annalise stepped out of it, revealing her lacy underwear. I hooked my fingers around the waistband, pulling them down slowly, revealing her arousal immediately. Her panties were soaked.

Ready for a Taste

As she stood before me, I pressed my face against her, inhaling her scent. My tongue was desperate to taste her, as she guided my mouth directly to those red curls. With her hands firmly grasping my long, brown locks, I lapped at her, my tongue delving into her folds, exploring her with a hunger I couldn’t contain.

She tasted as divine as I expected. She contained a sweetness that was all her own. I found her clit fully erect and ready for pleasure. I began circling it with my tongue, flicking it gently before fully enveloping it within my lips as I worked her clit with my tongue. Annalise’s breathing grew erratic, and she began pushing herself into my face, as if I was able to explore her more deeply. “Fuck, yes,” she hissed, her voice laced with desperation.

I redoubled my efforts, eager to bring her the same pleasure she had given me. My fingers joined my tongue, sliding inside her, curling to find exactly the right spot to ensure she received the same earth shattering orgasm.

Annalise’s body tensed, her fingers tightening in my hair. “I’m coming,” she gasped, trying her best to contain her voice. Those thick thighs were quivering around my head, as I gazed up at her beautiful, nude body. Naturally, I kept my focus. My tongue and fingers working in unison until she collapsed against the counter, spent and sated.

It was a sapphic fantasy I couldn’t believe it was happening to me. It was like sleeping with a goddess.

As we basked in the afterglow, we remained still, catching our breath with our bodies still intertwined. “That was… incredible,” Annalise panted, her eyes shining with satisfaction. I smiled, pride swelling within me. “I’m glad I could make your flight more enjoyable,” I teased, pressing a gentle kiss to her inner thigh, which made her shudder.

With a sigh, Annalise began to dress, her movements slightly shaky from her orgasmic quivers. “You certainly did,” she said with a grin. She giggled and handed me a bottle of water. “We should probably get back to our seats before someone notices we’re missing.”

I nodded knowingly, and smiled before adjusting my clothes and smoothing my hair. We shared one last, lingering look before slipping back into the cabin, our secret rendezvous hidden behind polite smiles and professional facades.

As the plane descended towards our destination, I reveled in the thrill of excitement still coursing through my veins. I had tasted the forbidden fruit of Annalise’s desire, and it was sweeter than I could have ever imagined.

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