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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 54
My Dear Aunt Meg
I spent a few summer weeks with my aunt between my junior and senior years of high school. My aunt was then and always a hard core lesbian activist, a lawyer on a mission. She was hoping to encourage me to join the fight.
She introduced me to a thirty year old lesbian yoga teacher, very fit, slim, with a very pretty face. She invited me to join her in her morning yoga workout. Her leotard was so tight, her nipples outlined against the fabric, her kitty left nothing to the imagination. I wore gym shorts and a big shirt. The first thing she did was get rid of my bra. Unlike her I had grown real boobs, but I learned she liked real boobs. We went through various poses, about an hour on the mat. She stood in front of me and felt up my kitty through my shorts, then ran her hand over my boob.
After dinner that night she offered me a massage. She laid a large towel on the bed, stripped me naked, piece by piece, oiling her hands as she went, playing with my breasts, rubbing her hands hard against my shoulders, and thighs. Her focus was clearly on my bushy front, offering to trim me up. A pair of scissors, a razor warm water and cream and she shaved me until I met her approval. A long hot kiss on my clean lips, and a comment about keeping myself nice and neat for my girlfriend.
We did yoga, nude yoga, she had a small camera and she took dozens of black and white pictures she developed in her studio. She introduced me to massage, to cunnilingus, to mutual clitoral enlightenment. Her kisses were deep, her hands sensual. We were slick with oils, she took my inhibitions away, sex was full body, ecstasy the only goal.
My aunt accomplished one goal, breaking me from being self conscious, scared of my desires. She failed in getting me to join her movement. I returned home, went to college, became third grade teacher. For many years I focused my hidden desires on my very close friend from grade school. I remembered my aunt's yoga friend's advice, I always kept myself neat and trim for my girlfriend. Times changed and we finally got married at 50, my 80 year old aunt was there to cheer us on. She is in heaven now surrounded by lesbian angels.
She introduced me to a thirty year old lesbian yoga teacher, very fit, slim, with a very pretty face. She invited me to join her in her morning yoga workout. Her leotard was so tight, her nipples outlined against the fabric, her kitty left nothing to the imagination. I wore gym shorts and a big shirt. The first thing she did was get rid of my bra. Unlike her I had grown real boobs, but I learned she liked real boobs. We went through various poses, about an hour on the mat. She stood in front of me and felt up my kitty through my shorts, then ran her hand over my boob.
After dinner that night she offered me a massage. She laid a large towel on the bed, stripped me naked, piece by piece, oiling her hands as she went, playing with my breasts, rubbing her hands hard against my shoulders, and thighs. Her focus was clearly on my bushy front, offering to trim me up. A pair of scissors, a razor warm water and cream and she shaved me until I met her approval. A long hot kiss on my clean lips, and a comment about keeping myself nice and neat for my girlfriend.
We did yoga, nude yoga, she had a small camera and she took dozens of black and white pictures she developed in her studio. She introduced me to massage, to cunnilingus, to mutual clitoral enlightenment. Her kisses were deep, her hands sensual. We were slick with oils, she took my inhibitions away, sex was full body, ecstasy the only goal.
My aunt accomplished one goal, breaking me from being self conscious, scared of my desires. She failed in getting me to join her movement. I returned home, went to college, became third grade teacher. For many years I focused my hidden desires on my very close friend from grade school. I remembered my aunt's yoga friend's advice, I always kept myself neat and trim for my girlfriend. Times changed and we finally got married at 50, my 80 year old aunt was there to cheer us on. She is in heaven now surrounded by lesbian angels.
