Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

 

by kinky_sis, assisted by kinkychic

I’d had an awful wait for my flight out of Erbil in Iraq. A nearby bomb had temporarily closed the airport, but I eventually boarded the plane, hot, tired and fed up.

I didn’t want to be leaving. I felt I still had a job to do, but head office had decided to pull me out. Tensions were running too high, they said, and it wasn’t safe. That pissed me off – I was a bloody war photographer. I expected tensions to be high. It was how I made my living, for God’s sake.

As soon as we were airborne, I got the stewardess to bring me two double brandies. They were swiftly downed, and soon my eyes were drifting shut.

Sometime later, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Seat belt, please,” the stewardess said. “We’re making our approach to Heathrow.”

Christ, I’d slept the whole way.

By the time I was collecting my hire car, I felt wide awake and pleasantly refreshed, all things considered. I had three days off before I needed to check in at the office in London. I headed out onto the M25, a short ride to my flat in Amersham.

When I arrived, I unlocked the door and called out for Sylvia. “I’m back, gorgeous.”

I was met with a deathly silence. Where was she? It was only a quarter to eight, so she wouldn’t have left for work yet.

Then I saw the note. I ripped it open and read what she’d written.

Hi, Babe. I heard you might be back, or might not. Brenda invited me to Majorca for ten days, all expenses paid, and I just couldn’t say no. See you soon. Love you, xxxx.

I detested Brenda and Sylvia fucking knew it. She’d been trying to get into my girlfriend’s knickers for years. All expenses paid? Of course they fucking were – the bitch had Sylvia to herself for nearly two weeks. Well, fuck you too, Sylvia, I thought.

I took a quick shower, then fixed myself up some coffee and toast. With not much reason to stick around, I packed a few bits into a bag and headed out to the nearby nature reserve.

I needed the peace of the countryside. Whenever I’d been on a particularly gruelling assignment, I found taking pictures of nature, instead of the dead and wounded, was an effective palliative.

***

By the time I parked up, I’d managed to get myself into a better frame of mind, and was looking forward to seeing what I could find. I thought I’d follow the river – it was often a good spot for wildlife, and the scenery was stunning – but I hadn’t walked far when I heard screams and giggles.

Kids. That’s all I needed.

I knew there was a weir along there, and guessed that’s where they were. Sure enough, half a dozen young girls were swinging on two ropes out over the water. I stopped and watched for a while, finding this scene of adolescent frolicking surprisingly picturesque

Unable to swing back to the bank, several of the girls had to drop down into the water, wet t-shirts clinging to their young bodies. I swapped the lens on my camera for a 400mm zoom, figuring I could sneak a few innocent shots.

Having focused on one girl climbing from the water, my heart gave a little flutter. I could see her boobs quite clearly through the transparent material of her t-shirt. I’d never looked at youngsters that way before, never felt inclined, but something about this girl made me start snapping away with the camera. I kept the shutter pressed, shot after shot, even a few where she lifted the front of her t-shirt to wipe her face, giving me a few brief glimpses of the most beautiful pair of little breasts.

I found somewhere to sit and just kept clicking away. They didn’t seem to be aware of my presence, or perhaps just didn’t care. After a while, they seemed to grow bored of their game and went to sit in the sunshine. I could still hear them laughing and giggling, like a bunch of noisy sparrows.

I retrieved my lunch box and leaned back against a tree to enjoy an egg and tomato sandwich, then undid the screw top of the bottle of wine I’d brought along and took a good swig. The girls and their carefree games had cheered me up no end, and I was feeling quite relaxed.

After the girls had finally left, I took my camera down to the river. Dragonflies were hovering and flitting over the water, but nothing else really caught my attention, so I collected my bag and set off along the bank.

When I came round a curve in the river, there she was – the little tit flasher herself. She was sitting alone on a stile, swinging her legs back and forth.

She saw me coming and a smile lit up her face. “Hi.”

“And hi to you. Where are your friends?”

“Oh, they had to go, but I wanted to stay a bit. I like it here, and sometimes it’s nice being on my own.” She gave me a sheepish look. “Oh, sorry, I don’t mean you have to, y’know, go away or anything.”

“Well, thanks. That’s very kind of you.”

“I saw you with your camera. You seemed to be taking an awful lot of pictures of us.”

“Sorry, I probably should’ve asked first. I’m a photographer. It’s what I do – take hundreds of shots, and if I’m lucky, I might get a few good ones.”

“Hey, that’s way cool,” the girl said. She seemed to consider a moment. “So, did you get any good ones of us on the swings?”

“I don’t know yet, I haven’t looked. I usually do that on my laptop when I get home.”

“Well, can’t we look now? I’d really love to see.”

This girl was quite forward. She was very pretty as well, even though her hair was in an awful tangle from its dunking in the river.

I switched the camera to view and passed it to her. “Just press the forward button.”

She quickly flicked through the pics, but then slowed. She briefly glanced up at me with a smirk before scrolling through the rest.

Shit! I thought. I’d forgotten about the shots with her shirt raised.

She passed the camera back to me. “They’re good. I guess you must really know your stuff.”

“It’s my job. Although, I don’t usually take pictures of pretty girls like you.” I hadn’t meant to add that last part, it just sort of slipped out.

She looked pleased by the compliment, though. “You could take some more if you wanted, but my hair’s a real mess, so maybe not.”

I reached into my bag and pulled out a hairbrush. “There you go.”

“Seriously? I was only joking. But you’re not, are you?”

“I’d love to get some more shots of you, some really nice ones. Like for example, sitting where you are now. But don’t brush your hair yet, just pull it over your face, all sort of wild-like.”

She did as I asked, then gave me a smile.

“No, don’t smile. Turn your head away a little, then look through your hair. Kind of serious, but not sad. Do you see what I mean?” She followed my instructions and I took a few shots. “Now lean forward and tilt your head back a little. Yes, that’s it, perfect.”

She looked to be enjoying herself.

“Right, I want you to keep moving, different poses. Don’t wait for me, just keep going, you okay with that?”

“Sure.”

In a few minutes, she’d slipped right into the role, pose after pose, no shyness at all. She was a natural.

“I need to put another memory card in. Take a break for a sec. By the way, what’s your name? I’m Jay.”

“Erica, but everyone calls me Ric.”

I got the camera set up again. “Okay, Ric, let’s go.”

She went straight back into it. I didn’t know there were so many ways of sitting and hanging on a stile.

“Ric, you wanna try looking a bit sexy, sort of teasing-like? Give it a try.”

I thought that might put her off, but was I wrong. My God, sexy? She pouted, blew kisses, even managed to look coy. I got the works. Even as I took shot after shot, I was tingling for this young girl. For the first time, I considered her age. She could have been anything from thirteen to fifteen, I guessed.

As she adopted a new pose, I froze. She had one leg hooked around the lower stile step, the other pulled up onto the upper one, her chin resting on her knee. Her shorts had opened wide enough that I could see her knickers.

I pulled myself together enough to keep shooting.

When Ric reached for her shorts, I thought she was going to pull them closed, but instead she moved her knee out, allowing me to see even more.

“Is that better?” she asked. “Can you see enough?”

“B-beautiful, Ric,” I said, slightly taken aback, then continued to take some more shots.

Ric stayed exactly where she was, but now she was taking hold of her t-shirt. Slowly, she lifted it, pausing teasingly now and again.

I saw the swell of her breasts and wondered if she’d stop there. I soon got my answer. The t-shirt continued on up until her tits came fully into view. She tucked it under her armpits and began to pose again.

She would thrust her chest out in front of her, hold the pose, reach for her t-shirt, hold, begin lifting it above her head, hold, and so on. Then she took the t-shirt right off and dropped it to the ground.

Her hands came to her breasts and pushed them up.

Hold.

Pressing them together.

Hold.

Cupping them.

Hold.

“Sexy enough for you, Jay?” she asked, grinning at me.

“Fucking hot, babe,” was all I could think to answer.

She took her nipples between her fingers and began to tweak them. My camera shook in my hands.

Christ, girl, at least try to be professional!

Ric put a finger to her lips, sucking on the tip. Her other hand went to her shorts, and she began to unfasten them. She changed her position, leaning over the stile facing away from me. She wiggled her arse, then hooked her fingers into the waistband, slowly sliding them down.

Click, click, click my camera went, faster than you could count.

The cheeks of her arse were beautiful. Lower still the shorts went, and her knickers with them. She leaned further forward, her feet moving wider apart. Now I could see her pussy lips.

She peered over her shoulder at me, one hand holding her tousled hair across her face, a look of pure sexual abandon. She let go of the shorts, and they fell to her feet. I kept shooting as she kicked them away. Spreading her feet even wider, she pushed her arse out, her little rosebud winking at me.

She bent over the stile even further until she was looking at me through her legs, a truly wicked grin on her face.

“You like, Jay? Do you think I have a nice arse?”

“Ric, it’s fucking gorgeous. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

She stood up and turned around. “So, how’d you like to see this, then?”

She sat down on the lower step, and a series of poses followed, mostly discreet ones. Then her legs swung wide open.

I could have died right there. I guessed she must have been nearer fifteen, because she had beautiful little pussy lips, not just a tight little slit. I could see a light fuzz of hair above her pussy, but more than that, the hood over her clit was quite clear to see.

I moved closer, focusing the lens to maximise clarity, then took a few carefully considered shots.

Her fingers were spreading her lips, prising herself open.

I took some more shots, then lowered the camera.

“What’s the matter, Jay? Something wrong?”

“Ric, I have to stop. You don’t know what you’re doing to me. I’m getting frightened by my feelings.”

“Why would you be frightened?” Her fingers went to her clit, and she began to rub, her eyes watching me. “Are you frightened of this?” Then she rubbed herself faster. “You got me all hot, posing sexy for you. Now I want to make you hot. Are you?”

I could only nod my head, not trusting myself to speak.

“You can just stand there and watch me get off, if you want. Or you can play with yourself, too. Or… you could come over here and help me.”

I took a step forward, then stopped, fighting my conscience. I couldn’t risk touching her, I just couldn’t. But I could touch myself.

I started to unfasten my jeans, still uncertain. Ric smiled as I pushed them down.

I saw her eyes follow my hand as it reached between my legs and gave the front of my knickers a few rubs. She gasped when I pushed my knickers down and spread my pussy open. Her own hand was still as she stared, watching my every move. I found my clit already swollen, slippery and wet. I started to rub, and that seemed to jolt her back into action, touching between her legs again.

I’d never done anything like this before. There I was, standing in front of a young girl, the two  of us masturbating for each other. It was utterly thrilling.

Ric got to her feet and moved towards me, her eyes staring into mine. “Can I… I want to touch you,” she said in a soft voice.

I hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took her hand, pressing it to my sex. My own hand settled between her legs, fingers brushing her clit while she began to caress me. It was my turn to step closer, our bodies almost touching now.

She closed her eyes, a look of pure bliss on her face. I closed my own, savouring the feel of her hand on my clit. I wasn’t aware of how it happened, but my lips found hers. My arm twined around her waist, and I pulled her to me.

Ric was trying to pull my top up, so I took a step back to help her. Together we lifted it above my breasts, my bra along with it. We pressed together once more, her perky tits rubbing against my larger ones.

Our groping and rubbing became more urgent, her kisses more aggressive than I would have expected. My conscience had disappeared completely. I felt my legs getting shaky, and soon I was dropping to my knees, pulling her with me. Then I was coming.

I gripped Ric’s arse and fucked her faster. Her mouth was wide open, and she was gasping. Her head buried into my shoulder, her body trembling against mine. I was still riding out my own climax when she came too.

Her arms twined around my neck. “Oh, Jay…” she groaned as she clung to me.

We held each other in a tight embrace. I could feel her little tremors. I pulled my head back, and she opened her eyes. “Holy fuck,” I said.

“Wow!” she answered.

Then we were kissing again. We lay down in the grass and rested for a long while, happily holding each other. I wanted to ask her so many things, but had no idea where to start.

But she spoke first. “I need to tell you something,” she said. “When you were taking photos of us at the river, I was watching you. I could see you were taking more of me than the rest. I wondered why, at first, but I kinda guessed. I wanted to meet you, that’s why I waited. I was hoping you’d come this way. Then I saw the pics on your camera, and I was right, they were nearly all of me. Even before you asked me for more photos, I was going to suggest it anyway, and then see what you’d do when I started posing sexy.”

“How old are you, Ric?” I asked.

“I’m sixteen tomorrow, and I just had the best early birthday present ever.”

Fuck, I’d been a bit out there. I was trying to decide what to ask next, but she beat me to it. “Where do you live, Jay? Are you very far away from here?”

“No, not too far. Just outside Amersham, about ten miles.”

“Do you live alone… or is there someone?”

I pulled away a little and studied her face. I saw the hope there, and knew what she was suggesting, what she wanted.

I thought carefully. What would I tell her? What did I want for myself?

I’d spent so long musing over my dilemma that Ric was starting to look worried, and I thought she might cry.

“I had someone,” I said. “A girlfriend. But I just got back from working abroad and found out she’d gone on holiday with another girl, a girl she knows I don’t like. It was never really the real thing between us anyway, just something that was convenient for us both. Now I don’t think I want her back.”

Ric went to speak, hesitated, then continued. “Do you like me? Or am I too young? Would you have me as your girlfriend?”

I found myself welling up. I hardly ever cried – I was one tough lady – but I was very close to losing it now. “You can’t be my girlfriend today, you’re only fifteen, but tomorrow… I guess that’s another matter.”

Her eyes went wide. Then she was smiling. “You mean… you will?”

“I have a couple more questions. What about home, your parents? Can you come and go as you want?”

She gave me a cute frown. “Home? They don’t care what I do. I don’t mean they’re nasty or anything, it’s just that they’re too lazy to bother about anything. So, yes, I do as I please. But I’m tidy! And I’m honest!”

For a second there, she’d sounded like a young child, and I had to ask myself again if this was a good idea. But I’d already made up my mind. “So, do I walk home with you now? Or shall I collect you tomorrow?”

“You didn’t actually say I’m your girlfriend now, but it sorta sounds like it. Am I, Jay?”

I smiled at her. “Ric, my love. I’d like it very much if you were my girlfriend.”

She gave a girly squeal. I could grow to like that, I told myself. When she leaned across to kiss me, I thought, That too.

We got ourselves dressed. It was still early afternoon, and there was plenty of daylight left, so I said, “Let’s walk.”

Ric bent to pick up my bag and hung it over her shoulder. I smiled when she took my hand, and the realisation hit me that some of that weight of the last few days had been lifted. I felt happy again. Who needed fucking Sylvia and her bullshit?

We found a lovely quiet spot along the river. We sat and shared the rest of my sandwiches. I saw little things, things that appealed to me – the way she daintily picked at her food, how she appreciated the wine. Lazy or not, her parents hadn’t done a bad job. Her manners were perfect.

We kissed some more. Ric played with my tits, even talking to them, telling them how beautiful they were. I could feel the tingles beginning again, but time was getting on.

“Tomorrow, my love. We’ll have all day tomorrow. I should walk you home.”

Soon to come: Part Two!