Part 2 Chapter 3 -- Lydia
This is part of a series of adventures which took place at the villa, after some of the girls were involved in three previous adventures, two, ON THE BOAT and one, AFTER THE BOAT TRIP -- VICTORIA. So read the previous stories and continue to enjoy the ladies hunger for the satisfaction of the flesh. There are more to come.
I hope you enjoy them. They are all fiction. I don't beg for votes or comments, but they are very welcome.
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Lydia was lying down on her back, relaxed, her bums elevated on a rather hard cushion, her legs wide open; pulled back towards her body, spread eagled. I was sitting on a flat cushion between her legs, the left hand massaging her breasts, the right massaging her pelvic bone. I had already covered the pelvic area with aquaglide, making it easier for me to glide my hands around. She was very attentive, hearing the story not of my first love but of my first sexual experiences which happened before Lydia was even born and which although at the time were not desired, had helped me to mature beyond limits and prepared me for a very fruitful and satisfying sex stimulating future.
My hands were roaming over her most sensitive areas, sending signals to the core of her woken volcano. Lydia was so very hot; probably more than my sister had ever been and with whom, I had enjoyed some of the most mind blowing orgasms. From that experience and others I think I became a very good lover. Padme, (Sam Sexual Encounters Ch 7. Padme) helped me reach the optimum of sexual pleasures. She taught me ways to control and reach for the highest mind blowing climaxes possible between two consenting lovers, couples or partners, who are ready to cooperate together, to reach high goals in sexual satisfaction.
Now I had the cooperation of one of the most beautiful creatures that at last I had found. Lydia was so relaxed looking into my eyes, so hot, so attentive that as soon as I stopped Lydia asked. 'What happened on that particular Saturday?'
'Well my sister and I finished doing the beds, had a hot shower followed by a big breakfast during which, she told me all about her boyfriend who was about to graduate with honours in accountancy. He was about four years older, coming from a well off family and already had a secured job.' I told Lydia all what I remembered and continued.
'The last hurdle fell on my lap. Sis asked me to get some Johnsons KY. I had to find a pharmacy. I was worried, scarred and felt ashamed to go to a pharmacy and ask for such a commodity. I thought that I had to find a pharmacy away from the area we lived in, somewhere where I was not known. I was not going into an adult's shop either, so I had to do some thinking. My sister would never accept a 'no' for an answer. That was sis last order for that morning and then she flew out of the flat and perished.
'Around midday my cousin Tressa came over with a prepared lunch. Lunches and dinners during the working week were prepared at the restaurant, so we never had problems regarding food preparation. On Sundays, we either go out, away from the city or cook at home as a whole family.
'After lunch I enjoyed my cousin Tressa's intimate parts and as much, she enjoyed mine. I cherished what I had done to her to satisfy her sexual ego; but no anal sex or other. Tressa asked all kinds of questions but she thought she was not yet ready to go further than enjoy light touches and oral sex.'
I continued massaging Lydia's pelvic area, moving the palm of my right hand lightly over her sensitive skin. My hand moved slightly downwards every now and then massaging the aquaglide over her vaginal lips; then further down towards her anal entrance. I could have said that Lydia did not need any around her vaginal slit as she was more than wet. The generous flow of love juice flowing out of her temple of love seemed to be more than adequate. My hand kept moving over the area, massaging with rather light pressure, just softly gliding over her pouty swollen lips, the minors and over the clit canopy and back again over her pelvic region.
The smile on Lydia's lips said a million, sometimes she even closed her eyes, enjoying the sexual signals flowing around, emerging from her red hot sexual chakra, which had been activated.
I did not stop; my other hand was really flying softly, just hitting her erect nipples sometimes I massaged the whole of the globe, at other times I kneaded the nipples one at a time. My right hand moved a little downwards, just a little and with the pointing finger and the thumb took her right swollen lip between them and started to massage it. My fingers moved slowly up and down with the thick swollen lip just slipping loosely between them, massaging it lightly. By the third time a sweet moan slipped out from between her smiling lips.
When Lydia opened her eyes, she looked at me, a look of approval, then down towards her vaginal area. She wanted to understand what was happening or what I had done. She remained silent, until another light moan of real satisfaction escaped from between her lips.
'Lydia, may I continue or you're tired? I asked.
'Tired of what? Sam. The story so far was so fascinating that I had been enjoying a continuous arousal and this massage; is it a massage?' Lydia asked while she continued. 'What is it; is it sending me... into something I may have never yet enjoyed or been to.'
'Lydia, personally I don't know yet. Maybe your next climax will be the most important of your life. I hope I don't disappoint.' I answered.
'Sure you won't... Sam. I am anxiously looking forward to anything I had never yet experienced. I am waiting for the gran finale of your sister's story.' She said as she winked.
'Is this a sign for me to continue?' I asked.
'Yes Sam, I'm devouring every word you say, but don't stop your handy work. I'm loving it so much... enjoying every stroke... Did you get the KY?' Lydia asked with great curiosity.
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I continued recounting my incestuous encounters with my sister Sandra.
The following Monday I took the underground and stopped two stations up north. It was the beginning of July and the early afternoon temperatures were high; therefore the streets were deserted especially at that particular time. I found a pharmacy which was not too far from the station I alighted at. I mean I already had some idea about where there was one.
As I got to the entrance I glanced inside and to my dismay there was a client, so I just walked away up the road, crossed the street and returned on the other side. I noticed the client was leaving and so, very embarrassed I crossed the road back again, moved a few paces towards the door and took another look. I saw no one inside except the pharmacist behind the counter. With my heart pounding I walked slowly in, my face felt red hot, burning with shame. The counter was L-shaped, starting a meter or so from the entrance on the right and ending at the left end facing the door stopping a meter from the left. Behind the counter a meter wide corridor and then the walls which were totally covered with glass shelving inside wooden mounted cabinets, secured with sliding glass doors. The cabinets, covered the four walls except for the entrance and another door which was at the right end behind the counter, were filled with all kinds of tiny coloured medicine filled boxes of many shapes and sizes. The other door was a private entrance, probably where the more storage and rest rooms were.
