Country Roads by Giselle Renarde

Lesbian Erotica

A sizzling lesbian erotica short featuring roadside loving under the hot summer sun!

Country roads

At nineteen, there are quite a few things Melanie’s never done. She hasn’t learned to drive, for starters. During a stay in the country, her neighbor Mrs. Rose offers to give Melanie a lesson or two. But will the older woman give the girl an education she’s never dreamed of?

A sizzling lesbian erotica short featuring roadside loving under the hot summer sun!

Genre: FICTION / Erotica / Lesbian

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Lesbian

Language: English

Keywords: lesbian erotica, public sex, car sex, sex outdoors, first time lesbians, lesbian neighbor, younger older women, small town romance

Word Count: 2,500

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Here's a quick short story to translate between bigger projects!


Sample text:

Holding me tight, she whispered into my ear that she’d noticed how I’d grown.  Grown how?  I wondered about that, but I didn’t ask.  Did she mean that we were the same height now?  Or was she talking about my long tan legs, or my hips, or my breasts?

She was smelling my hair.  My skin tingled.

It was obvious what would happen by the way she held me, running her fingers down my back.  I didn’t know if I wanted it, but my body knew.  My pussy throbbed so hot I was surprised it hadn’t burned a hole in my shorts.  My nipples felt like they’d had ice cubes pressed against them—not cold, just very, very hard.

She asked me outright if I’d ever been with another woman.  I was shocked by the question, or more by the fact that she’d posed it in such a forthright way.  No.  Never.  My friend Hunter kissed me on the lips in Grade Seven, but that was nothing salacious.  I’d never been with a boy, either.  Only kisses.  They called me a tease because they liked my body.  They wanted it, lusted after it, but they couldn’t have it.

I don’t think she believed I was a virgin, but why waste time convincing her?  Instead, I bent my head back a little so my hair fluttered against her fingers.  She still had her straw hat on, and the blazing sunlight filtered through the holes in it like little slices of heaven.  Her smile was bright and generous, but her eyes were dark with lust. It followed me like a wolf, always hungry, always wanting a bite, a lick, a drop of blood.

She wanted me, and I gave myself to her…


Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

LanguageStatus
French
Already translated.
Italian
Already translated. Translated by Susanna Rastelli
Portuguese
Already translated. Translated by Geanderson Inocencio
Spanish
Already translated. Translated by MAURICIO FALCONI

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