My first sex story! Enjoy and feel free to leave criticism/message me!


Name: Claire
Age: 21
Description: Around 5 foot 6 inches tall with black short hair and hazel eyes. She has a very athletic frame, 32 C breasts that look smaller then they are due to a very perky shape.

Another day in late spring, she finds herself having a day off from work sprawled out across the sofa. The sun beaming through the bay window of her flat and a failed air conditioning unit made sure she stayed there. Quite frankly, she might as well have been in a fan-assisted oven.

Being utterly lazy, most of the time, today she decided on just a tee shirt and a pair of plain black panties, both of which drench by her sweat and clung to her skin. Somehow she had managed to sleep comfortably through the heat, especially since her hand had fell into a half melted bucket of ice cream by the side of her sofa.

Waking up in the early afternoon she looked round with a rather contented gaze, bolting upright when she felt the lukewarm liquid on her hand, which used to be ice cream.
“Shit!” Quickly waking up she picked up the bucket and rushed to the fridge, frowning as she threw it into the freezer she quickly went to wash her hands, and flopped back onto the sofa, and simply sat there looking out the bay window into the empty flat across the road from hers.
She actually knew the girl who lived there; she waved to her every morning from her flat, and usually talked to her at the convenience store where the girl worked. Cindy, she’s called, she was closer to 6 foot tall and had long auburn hair and green eyes, and her figure! Claire felt almost instantly aroused from thinking about it.

Her full breasts, those perfect curves and an ass she just wanted to reach and squeeze every time she saw her. It’s no secret that Claire is a lesbian, if anything she’s quite open about it, stopping short of bragging about it. She’d often tried to flirt with Cindy but never found it appropriate at her work place, and despite being flirty and rather out going, she found herself too shy to go round.

She closes her eyes and lets herself drift off into a daydream, her hands tugging at the hem of her tee shirt; still clingy to her skin she found it very uncomfortable for her new thoughts.