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Chiaki felt like she was masturbating, and involuntarily moaned. Her thighs, pressed together, felt wet, and her breasts, under her bra, swelled, her nipples erect. As Mrs. Aota writhed on the bed, her hand reached towards Chiaki. "I'll do it for you too." Her hand groped through her clothes, but Chiaki pressed it down, afraid she'd notice her breasts were already swollen and her nipples erect. She was sure Mrs. Aota would also touch her lower body, letting her know it was wet, which was incredibly embarrassing. "No, I won't allow it. I want you to feel good too. Okay? I want you to feel as good as I do, to make you come with my hand." "But I haven't done it in a long time, but to be honest, I'm a lesbian." "I promise I'll make you come, okay? That way I'll let you taste something different from a man, something that will make you feel incredibly good." "I'll make you feel extremely good, so... okay?" Mrs. Aota's hand caressed her breasts through her clothes. "Your nipples seem hard, aren't they?" Her fingers pressed down on them. "Ah..." Chiaki sighed involuntarily. "It's hard as expected," Mrs. Aota said. "Ah... Mrs. Aota." Chiaki felt her upper body go limp, her hands resting on Mrs. Aota's half-naked body. "Your nipples seem to be feeling pleasure, ah... you're so young..." Mrs. Aota gently rubbed her nipples against her clothes. The gentle touch of her fingers was intoxicating to Chiaki, unlike the feeling with a man, very different. Though indescribable, she felt her fingers were soft and yielding, producing a strong pleasure even through her clothes. "They're swollen, I can feel it."

"Mrs. Aota, I..."

"Look, you've snapped my fingers back. Your nipples are getting harder and harder. Let me see your breasts too, okay?" Mrs. Aota pulled down her zipper.

At this moment, Chiaki could only gently hold Mrs. Aota's arm, her breathing becoming rapid.

"I can't end like this, it'll be too painful. Let me touch your breasts!"

"I've dreamt about your breasts, more than just a couple of times." Mrs. Aota supported her upper body with her right hand, and slipped her left hand inside her bra, grasping her right breast.

"Ah... Mrs...." Chiaki hugged the arm tightly.

"Ah, so smooth and elastic." Although it was inconvenient to touch her breasts with her hands inside her clothes, they still moved over them.

"Ah... Mrs., ah..." Chiaki felt a sense of unity at that moment. Her skin was as moist as the other woman's palm. Just now, touching Mrs. Aota's clitoris felt like touching her own, and now she felt like she was touching her own breasts.

A jolt of electricity ran through her body, and Chiaki involuntarily bent over.

Chiaki pressed her chest against her clothes and shook her head, unable to say no.

"I've wanted your breasts for so long, I've been wanting them to death."

Mrs. Aota rubbed her breasts with one hand and pulled the zipper up to her waist with the other.

"Ah...Madam..." Her blood was boiling, and the boiling blood began to flow backward.

"Let me see." Mrs. Aota pulled up her bra.

Her breasts swayed, and the feeling made Chiaki feel incredibly full.

"Your breasts are round and perky."

It was still embarrassing to have her breasts, which indicated pleasure, seen by others, so Chiaki covered her nipples with her left wrist and fingers.

"Don't hide them." Mrs. Aota tried to pull Chiaki's hands away.

"No, let me look closely and touch them...Just as I thought, they feel beautiful to the touch, and the pink nipples are so cute. They're even harder now, does this feel good? Do you feel numbness? If you do this, you'll feel pleasure down there too."

Mrs. Aota pinched her two nipples between her fingers and twisted them.

Chiaki couldn't help but wiggle her hips while sitting in the chair, and indeed, the pleasure from her nipples was linked to the sensation of her clitoris being touched.

"Even though I'm not touching down there, I'll still feel something."

She couldn't verbally express the pleasure, but her body conveyed it, writhing involuntarily. She could feel it was wet down there, not just her panties, but probably her stockings too.

Mrs. Aota lifted her upper body from the bed, bringing her face close to her bare breasts: "Lovely nipples, I really want to eat them."

Chiaki thought to herself, "She's going to use her mouth, just like I did earlier, taking her left nipple into her mouth."

A strong sweetness and tingling sensation washed over her. Chiaki pulled Mrs. Aota's head into her arms, her smooth lips sucking on her nipple, her tongue licking from the areola to the nipple.

"Ah...ah..." Chiaki cried out involuntarily.

Mrs. Aota's hands skillfully massaged her right nipple, the pleasure different from the left, creating an indescribable shock. Her body began to tremble, and the source of this pleasure was that the other person was a woman and a patient. This wasn't normal; she was still at work. The feeling of violating morality intensified her lust. Chiaki stroked Mrs. Aota's hair, her lower body already reaching an unbearable state, involuntarily twisting her hips, causing her moist labia to rub against each other... Her hips pulled back, her vulva thrust forward, her labia parted, the fabric of her panties touching her clitoris. She wanted more, wanted even greater pleasure. Mrs. Aota said she was a lesbian, ah... hurry up and do it. Mrs. Aota bit the base of her nipple, her teeth gently biting from the areola to below the nipple, her tongue subtly rubbing the tip of the nipple. "Lift your chest, swing your hips back, that will rub against your clitoris," Mrs. Aota said, placing her hand under Chiaki's armpit. As Mrs. Aota pulled, Chiaki lost her balance and fell onto the bed. "Wait, my shoes..." "Just get on like this, I'll take your shoes off." Mrs. Aota had Chiaki sit sideways and took off her shoes. "Ah... so sexy, the nurse's all-white, so sexy..." After taking off her shoes, she stroked her ankles, which were clad in pantyhose. "My ex-lover was a career woman, working at a bank. The bank uniform was nice, but not as nice as a nurse's white coat." "And we rarely wear white pantyhose; only nurses are allowed to wear them." Her hand moved from my ankle to my calf. "So soft. I thought nurses would be harder because they walk all day." Her hand moved from my calf to the back of my knee. "Ah..." Chiaki's body tightened from the tickling sensation. "Itchy? Itching means you're experiencing pleasure. I felt itchy when I was your age too. I used to reach orgasm just by scratching each other with my lover." "If it itches here, it must itches here too, right?" Mrs. Aota's hand touched my inner thigh, gently tracing the area with her fingertips. Chiaki squeezed her legs together tightly, goosebumps rising on her thighs, as if waves of electricity were surging through her. Her fingers reached the innermost part. As her fingertips parted the flesh of my inner thigh and lower abdomen, they gently touched my already erect clitoris. The intense pleasure made Chiaki hug Mrs. Aota's body tightly.

"Let me touch you again." Her fingers had already reached her labia, but were separated by her panties and stockings. "It's already soaking wet, it's already this wet on the stockings. Because it's wet, I can easily touch the labia. Is it here?" "Is this the most sensitive spot? Can I see? Can I touch it directly inside?" Chiaki squeezed Mrs. Aota's hand between her thighs. "Why don't you lie down?" Mrs. Aota whispered in Chiaki's ear, pushing her down onto the bed. "Ah...it reminds me of the past. The first person to teach me about homosexuality was also a nurse, a lovely angel in white. I was hospitalized with kidney disease in my first year of high school, and it was then..." "She seemed to be about twenty-one or twenty-two years old. When I was sleeping, she would put her hand under the covers and do all sorts of things to me, and it felt like a dream. She let me touch her whole body, including sensitive areas, sometimes sucking or gently biting." "At first, she used her fingers, and after a few days she used her mouth. When I saw the black pubic hair under that nurse's white coat, it really shocked me." "That was my first experience with a same-sex person." "When I turned sixteen, it was late October, the sky was so beautiful and clear." "After being discharged from the hospital, I started looking for women. It seems easy, but it's actually not, especially since my high school was co-educational." "But I still managed to find some. When I didn't have a homosexual partner, I relied on masturbation every day. Homosexuality seems to be an extension of masturbation." "The bank clerk I mentioned earlier happened after I entered the workforce. We even lived together for two years. She really looks like you, her face and figure are very similar, even her voice." Chiaki couldn't get a word in edgewise, so she could only listen silently, feeling as if she had entered a captivating, perverse world. Her fingers slowly moved to her panties, and Chiaki wiggled her hips. "After breaking up with that person over a small matter, I don't know why I got married like everyone else, and then I forgot about homosexuality. But ever since I saw you..." Mrs. Aota pulled down her pantyhose and briefs: "Let me see..." "Wow! So fresh, and it's even shiny. I probably had hair like that ten years ago. I should have taken a picture to remember it." "Ah... don't look like that!" Chiaki squeezed her thighs together, trying to cover her front with her hands. "Don't hide it." Mrs. Aota pulled her hands away and touched her thighs

again. "Let me see inside, don't be nervous, let me see deeper!" "It's wet, and it's shiny. Spread your thighs a little more, yes, a little more." But Chiaki was like she was under hypnosis, unable to control herself as she slowly spread her thighs apart, and as she slowly spread her thighs apart, she strangely felt a numbing pleasure at the fact that someone was looking at her genitals. "It's open, your red mouth is open." "The stuff that's flowing out is accumulating there, and some is even flowing onto my buttocks." "It's right here..." Suddenly, a finger was inserted there. She squeezed her thighs together, but Mrs. Aota's hand was there, her fingers still moving. It was a very thin finger, and the way it went in and out created a subtle sensation. Unconsciously, she tightened her thighs, and the more she tightened, the stronger the stimulation became, increasing the pleasure. "Are you comfortable? Isn't that right?" Chiaki nodded repeatedly. "I'll make you feel even better, and I'll make you come." Mrs. Aota suddenly pulled her hand away. Involuntarily, Chiaki's buttocks chased after that finger. "It's different from a man's situation." Mrs. Aota placed one hand below her navel, and the other hand stroked her pubic hair, parting it to the left and right, feeling the erect clitoris emerge, focusing her mind there. Mrs. Aota's finger gently touched there. An electric current ran through her thighs, even her toes began to tense, and her fingers began to move faster and faster. Involuntarily, her vulva lifted, and Chiaki felt her clitoris floating in the air. It was definitely not the movement of a man's finger; this was the movement of a finger that only understood the mind. Her libido grew stronger, and her vulva began to pulsate. Mrs. Aota seemed impatient, pressing her lower abdomen against Chiaki's face. Chiaki knew she was clumsy compared to Mrs. Aota's technique, but she tried her best to imitate her movements, stroking the clitoris hidden in her pubic hair back and forth. Mrs. Aota made a sobbing sound, and her thighs began to tremble. Chiaki actively parted her thighs, raising her vulva higher. Mrs. Aota withdrew her fingers and sucked on Chiaki's clitoris. She had never experienced such pleasure before. Mrs. Aota not only sucked but also gently and tenderly bit the base of the clitoris, something no man had ever done. Mrs. Aota skillfully used the tip of her tongue to peel back the foreskin of the clitoris, licking the exposed bud.

As the pleasure intensified, her movements slowed. "We're having sex..." Mrs. Aota said breathlessly. "It's same-sex intercourse..." As she said this, her buttocks writhed violently, and her intertwined labia made extremely lewd sounds. "Do you want to cum?" "Do you want to cum? Cull! Cull!" Her body stiffened, her hands were behind her back, pressing hard on her crossed legs, and her head was tilted back. "Did you cum?" Her soft voice indicated that she had reached her climax. "Cum! Cull it all out!" Mrs. Aota's labia moved like a mouth, sucking on Chiaki's labia. Her limbs, breasts, and buttocks were spasming, and she felt the same spasms on the other person.

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