Erotica: Sexual Electricity

Two women finally get to feel the power of their electrifying connection after meeting in London’s legal network. In this same-sex hookup story, Lara and Eve take it from the bar to a bar, then to bed.

As a legal journalist, I was often in the press gallery of the Old Bailey. The first time I saw Lara in her wig and gown as a defending barrister I was immediately drawn to her intelligence - and her passion.

And now, here she was, sans professional accoutrements, in a silk dress and silver jewellery, in one of the legal hangouts around London's Lincoln's Inn, and we were enjoying a choice selection of gin. The candle flickered on the table as we raised our glasses to toast to the evening ahead. I could see from the spark in her eyes, the way she lowered her lashes when she bit her lip as we clinked glasses, that this evening would end at my place.

"Here's to mutual appreciation," she murmured, "I've always admired your understanding of...er... legal... niceties." The potential for a double entendre was definitely there, I thought.

We finished our second gin and tonic and then I suggested a nightcap at mine. Under the table I felt her knee move between mine as she placed her hand over mine. I hadn't imagined the electricity between us…

As the cold night air hit us when we left she pulled me to her, slipping her hand under my coat to cup my left breast, the nipple erect under her teasing. I answered by touching her lips and gently slipping a finger into her mouth as she breathed out with a soft sigh. Our mouths met and I plunged my tongue into hers as I pulled her closer.

By the time we reached my flat, the electricity of desire between us had reached such a pitch I could barely get the key in the door. Standing in the hallway, we exchanged another long, lingering kiss and I could feel the moisture between my thighs and my breasts ached for her touch. I wanted her so much and by the way she moved against me, I knew that she wanted me too. And just to confirm: "Take me to bed Eve.'"

I was completely in her thrall as she unbuttoned my blouse and it fell to the floor. My skirt followed revealing the stockings I had decided to wear to encourage the erotic leanings of my mood that evening. One hand traced the silky skin above them as the other slipped the straps of my lacy bra from my shoulders, revealing my breasts to her gaze and that other cool, demanding hand. My hips pulsed in a spasm of desire as she discovered how wet she had made me. A gentle pressure from her found me on my back on my bed.

"I want to see you stroke yourself Eve" she breathed. My legs hung off the bed as my left hand moved under the lace of my knickers to meet the heat, the moisture, the rhythm building there. As Lara stepped away to enjoy the view, she untied the belt of her wrap silky dress to reveal a gauzy black camisole and matching french knickers. And stockings. It seemed that she had also anticipated how the evening might end.

I pulled her down on the bed with me now, our bodies entangled, the silk and lace and soft, smooth skin sliding over and over in delicious sensations. My hands found her delicate breasts and brushed those sensitive nipples, as her hands moved to remove my bra. Liberated, I pressed my breasts against hers sending shockwaves down my body to my clit. She moaned urgently too, and moved under me as I shifted above her. Now it was my turn to enjoy the view.

My hands cupped those firm breasts then slid down her smooth waist and hips towards the gentle mound and little slit just discernible under her silky underwear. My mouth followed, finding the burgeoning moisture, lapping at it through the silk. My tongue pressed into the fabric to find that tantalising nub and lapped until she cried out in pleasure. She was writhing under me now and I lifted my head to see her beautiful flushed face arched back, eyes closed in an ecstatic paroxysm.

What a turn on! And I knew how I could bring her more pleasure - bring us both to that point of ecstasy. I reached for the drawer by my bed, pulled out the lube and a delightful toy that I knew could take us over the brink. I slid her knickers off and then straddled her.

"Would you like us to play with this, Lara?” I asked, with an arched eyebrow.

"Oh, you definitely have my attention now..." she breathed with a wicked smile.

"Like I didn't before..." I smirked, as I slicked myself with the lube and offered some to her. Her long fingers smoothed the gel over her already glistening vulva. She then reached for the cunning little implement that nestled against her clit and labia, pressing the button to elicit vibrations. I couldn't resist anymore: astride her I pressed myself against her, my vulva sharing that throbbing pulse. We were moving in sync now, uninhibited pleasure in our low moans.

But she didn't want that to be the final act. With a deft move, she withdrew the toy from between us and switched positions. Now she was on top, pressing her soaking vulva against mine, our clits slipping over each other as she ground against me, smiling down at me as she breathed "Cum with me, cum with me now Eve...". And I felt her long hair brush my breasts as she leant down to thrust her tongue in my mouth and I moaned in helpless desire " Ye-e-e-e-e-e-s!"

THE END. ANONYMOUS SUBMISSION BY A MEMBER OF THE SMILE MAKERS COMMUNITY

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