My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie

My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie 8.

Evie sprang by one night, just as she was returning from "grocery shopping" to surprise me. She held in her hands two train tickets to Faversham, which were booked for the following weekend, from Friday morning, returning Sunday night. I couldn't believe it.

"How did you pull this off?" I questioned her.

"Well... She said, in a goofy, long, drawn-out way. "I told Walter that the book club was having its yearly meeting up there, and since I had never gone, I wanted to go. He nodded at me, as if to say, "whatever," So I booked us a beautiful room, the train tickets, and it's going to be just you and me alone for two whole days."

I leapt into her arms, squeezing her as tightly as I could. I wanted to take her right there. I wanted to pull her pants down and just lick her pussy until she was shaking in pleasure. Just as I pulled back and started kissing her, already overly aroused and excited that I was, Bella pulled away and said, "Baby, I can't right now. I told him I was going to the market. I have to get home."

She grabbed my hands, looked me deeply in the eyes, and said, "Save it all for next weekend. Because, besides going out to eat and maybe some sightseeing, I don't plan on leaving our room."

"Pack light," she whispered as she started to close my door. "You won't need too many clothes."

I was as giddy as a kid in a candy store. Here we were, months into our relationship, finally moving along as I wanted us to be, outside of her still being with him, and now I stood in my front room in absolute shock that I was holding a train ticket to Faversham, one of the most romantic little getaways outside of London. I had been there before with my family, but never had been there with a lover, or a woman, knowing I was going to have sex all weekend long with someone I was absolutely in love with. It was crazy.

Over the next week, our text messages were hot. There was talk of eating pussy, fingering each other, fingering ourselves, anal play, toys, and even just falling asleep naked next to one another. No going home. No sneak by nights, no Walter. Just her and me from the moment that train departed from London Vitoria to our destination just over an hour away. I couldn't have been more excited.

The only concern for her and precaution we had to worry about was that Walter was going to drive her to the train depot, so I had to find my own way there, and we couldn't connect or talk until she knew he had gone. It wasn't thrilled with it, but I knew once we were aboard that train, it was going to be her and I.

I packed lightly as I was told to do. It was summer, so I didn't need many warm clothing items. I did pack a beautiful, long, white, flowing, almost see-through negligee with a matching white thong. I packed a couple of my toys, a bottle of lube, in case we really wanted to experience new and erotic anal, and whatever other necessities I needed.

I sat in the train depot awaiting her arrival. I saw her walk in, rolling her suitcase behind her, with no signs of Walter with her. I had never met Walter, so I had no idea what he looked like. When she finally saw me sitting across on an old wooden bench, I raised my hands and shoulders slightly as if to inquire if it was okay to greet her. Evie smiled brightly and nodded. She walked over to me, hugged me deeply, apologized for the way we had to meet, but grabbed me by the hand, whispering, "Let's go have our weekend, baby."

We sat next to one another on the train, holding hands, watching the scenery fly by as we sipped some wine. As nervous as we both were, an excitement was building within us. We had all of Friday afternoon, through about lunch on Sunday, before we had to return, and, truth be told, I hoped that by Sunday morning she wouldn't want to go back home to him, and would seriously start considering a divorce.

Friday night, after dinner, we walked around town looking at the stores and shops. When we returned to our suite, we both stood on the balcony sipping wine in the cool summer air. We both eventually changed into negligees to further set the mood. As we continued standing on the balcony, our nightwear flowing in the light breeze, our love growing, our time together deepening, we stood, holding hands and caressing, knowing our lovemaking was soon to come. I whispered to her, "Evie, I am falling in love with you. I want you to be my wife."

Evie smiled at me and said, "I am falling in love with you, too."

We kissed deeply on that balcony for what seemed to be an eternity under the warm, bright summer moon, holding hands, our tits pressed together. Our pussies were throbbing in expectation of the lovemaking we were about to do.

I guided her down onto the bed. I knelt down before her, sliding my hands up under her negligee. I softly and gently caressed her bare legs. I whispered out words of love and admiration. I told her, "I need you in my life. I want to be with you forever. I want us to build something most people don't."

Even though I knew I was being a bit sappy, overly eager, and probably a bit buzzed, every word I said was true. I knew I was putting her in a situation she couldn't be in at that point, but I wanted her to know how much I was in love with her. How little I didn't care about our age difference. How I longed to be taking her every night of the week and would do anything to please her.

Evie didn't come right out and say it, but when she lifted me up off the floor, put her lips to mine, and kissed me, I knew. I knew she was falling in love. I knew she was changing inside. I knew she wouldn't be here with me if I was some infatuation or sexual experiment. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and tonight, as we had our moment alone, two women, two complete strangers for years, who managed to reconnect and now were about to engage in a long weekend of nothing but lesbian sex. We knew.

Evie lifted my negligee over my head and just stared at me standing there, topless, with my little white thong on. He reached her hands back out to hold mine. "Bella, I have fallen for you. I want you more than you can ever imagine. Let's just have our weekend together and worry about the future as it comes."

We stared into each other's eyes, silently enjoying the moment, knowing we were falling in love, when I heard her say something I would never have imagined she had the guts or ability to say. She spoke, "Bella, I love kissing you. I love your body. I love your touch. I like eating your pussy. I think I like it more than a man. I dream of making love to you. I get wet thinking about it. I just want to please you."

Evie lay back, pulling my body on top of hers, kissing me deeply. Her hands grabbed and cupped my ass cheeks, our heads swiveled back and forth, kissing deeply. It was soft. It was romantic, it was loving, and deep. It was as if the cautions we both had were pulled away, and tonight, as we made love, there would be no rushing. No impromptu visits, no rushing to get home. No leaving each other alone after. Tonight, as we kissed and held each other, we were going to be together as we never had before. And I was ready.

As Evie kissed me, our hands wandering all over each other's bodies, her hands grouped and touched me with such passion and desire. I felt her hand on my hips, starting to pull me upwards to guide me over top of her. She lifted my body until my pussy was right over her face. She slipped my thong aside and slipped her tongue right into my slit. I felt her tongue swirling, licking, and trying to push into me as far as she could. I was in absolute heaven knowing she wanted to eat me out. I, of course, loved her doing it, and the more she stretched herself beyond her norm and did the things two women in love do, the more I wanted every inch of her.

I hovered over Evie until I came all over her face, with her licking me from slit to clit, tasting every bit of my juices. After I got off, I climbed down off of her, pushed her legs to her chest, moved her negligee out of the way, slid her panties aside, and started eating her out with such a fury that she was screaming my name long before I made her cum.

When we finally got out of our negligees and panties, we went back and forth for more than an hour, eating and fingering each other to multiple orgasms. I couldn't believe the fevered pitch at which we kept ravishing each other's pussies. It was like the moment I came, I flipped her over or crawled off the bed and dove down onto her slit. Then, when she'd cum, she would do the same to me. As much as I began to accept during the time we dated, that I like pussy, that night I absolutely knew I loved pussy. There was nothing that was stopping me from licking her to orgasm after orgasm, while I stayed soaking wet with excitement while doing it.

I was so excited, so alive, and so aroused. Just feeling my tongue hitting her wet lips, trying to ram my tongue up into her, like I was French kissing her pussy was wild. I tried all new things, new angles, and new positions. Her perfectly waxed pussy, glistened with her wetness and my saliva. I had dreamed about this for many years, but had never accepted how fulfilling it was until I was ramming fingers into her, feeling the deep warmth of her pussy, while my entire mouth encompassed her clit, making her scream and moan in pleasure.

It was one of the most romantic nights we had. Long after we were done, spent, dry, and sore, we cuddled naked, holding each other. I can't imagine anyone in the world would have thought that two women who were 25 years apart would be lying naked in a bed in Faversham, falling in love, after rounds of oral sex, like two wild and crazy pussy craving lunatics who hadn't even begun the weekend and already had fucked each other to complete exhaustion.

I never felt so safe, so loved, and so drawn in as I did that night. I had never fallen asleep next to a naked woman, as I did the night with her. It was like a dream come true. Even as tired and worn out as I was, I just wanted to go back down on her again and lick her until she came all over my face again. I know I had fingered her so hard and so deeply that at one point I had four fingers inside of her, and I wondered if I had pushed hard enough, if I could have gotten my fist in there. Meanwhile, she had stretched me so open that she had three fingers inside me, opening pussy as no one else had before.

I awoke the next morning with the taste of wine and pussy juice in my mouth. Evie was already up, sitting at the little round table inside our room, sipping coffee in her robe. Once I brushed my teeth, I walked over to her, leaned down, and gave her a long, soft kiss, whispering, "Good morning."

I joined her at the table after pouring myself some coffee. It was beyond fascinating to sit at a kitchen table in the morning across the woman I had eaten out the night before, who, outside of her robe, was naked underneath. I felt so excited, so aroused, and so ready for more that,

I thought about creeping under the table, spreading her legs apart, and licking her to another set of orgasms.

We were undoubtedly falling in love. At least I was. And if I had had an engagement ring, I would have proposed to her that weekend. But needless to say, I didn't. I know she would have said no. As deflating as those thoughts were, I knew where I stood. But I was going to make it my mission to be with her forever.

As I stood in the shower that late morning, my thoughts revolved around the night before. I finally accepted I was a lesbian. It was a wild, giddy feeling down inside of me. As scared and usual as it was to finally hear myself think it and say it aloud, softly enough not to have her hear me, to whisper through my lips, I am a lesbian. I love pussy, was deeply exciting and arousing.

Walking out of the bathroom, seeing her there, waiting for me, dressed and made up, knowing we were going to spend the day together, alone, walking around town and sightseeing, was liberating. And I was ready to come out. Ready for a life with her and ready to eat pussy for the rest of my life.

Saturday night was a bit tamer for us. We did make love, but I really think we were sore from walking around all day, overeating, being out in the blazing sun, and the sex we had the night before had drained us. But Sunday morning, when we showered together, she took me in a whole new way.

I'll tell you about that morning, the next chapter, and how we finally got caught by Walter, a turn of events I would never have expected.