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I’ve been seeing the same massage therapist for four years. I’ve had a raging crush since the first time I laid eyes on her. And while she has always behaved with the utmost propriety, it doesn’t stop me from dreaming of the day she realizes that her very presence makes me breathless and wet. This how my next appointment would go if I could write the script!

As usual I’m about 5 minutes late for my appointment with her. She greets me at the door wearing a tank top and a long light weight skirt. She has taken the back bedroom of her house and turned it into a treatment room. When I walk in to the room, her table is set up in the middle and she has Kate Bush playing on the CD player. The room is lightly scented with lavender and because I have an evening appt today, it is only lit with a few candles.

We visit for a moment and then she says that she’ll leave me for a minute so I can get undressed and lay on the table. When she comes back in, I’m lying on my stomach on the massage table completely nude and covered with a light sheet. As she moves around the room, finding the right oil, adjusting the volume on the CD player, she catches me staring at her. I blush, giggle, and make small talk. She asks me if I want to use the hot rocks today and I say, “Yes!” She pulls three black flat stones that are as large as her palm out of the warmer and places them on the trigger points in my back. These stones are one of my favorite massage tools, providing a hot heaviness that melts out the worst of my knots before she ever lays a hand on me.

She picks up my favorite massage oil and pours a good amount into her hand. “Is this position OK for you?” she asks and I tell her that I can’t imagine being more comfortable. She goes to work on my shoulders, and I melt into the table letting her fingers pull all of the stress out of me.

My body goes limp and I sigh and moan a little while she works her magic on my upper back. All of a sudden I realize that I am imagining her naked, and I like what I see in my mind’s eye. I try to push the image out my head, but it keeps popping up. She’s working her way down my back, moving the rocks around as she goes. I realize that she’s about to work on my lower back, and I take a tight rein on my fantasy about her to prevent the inevitable embarrassment that would arise if she had any idea what I was thinking about.

She moves the sheet down so that it’s only covering half of my ass and deeply massages the tender tissue at the base of my spine. “You’re really tight here,” she says and pulls the sheet down a little farther, working on the top of my buttocks. I’m so turned on by her that I have a hard time relaxing while she’s working on my glutes because I’m afraid she’s going to discover that I’m soaked with my own juices.

Instead of stopping at the top of my butt as usual, she says atasehir escort “You really need to relax these so I get them all worked out. Listen to my voice, and let yourself go deep into the calm place in your mind. Let the table hold you up, and know that I will take good care of you, I won’t hurt you. I will just take this pain away.”

Her voice is so soothing and I feel like I’m about to drift off when her hand, which has been working on my glutes slips down in between my legs and brushes against my very wet pussy. I sigh, and moan a little again, and she says “That’s good, that’s just right.” She works on the inside of my thigh, and the side of her hand keeps gently nudging my sex, again and again, until I think ‘This has to be intentional; she’s doing this on purpose.’ Just as I decide to go with it and let her know that is what I want too, she moves down my thigh and works on the rest of my legs and my feet. I am sexually on fire and a little frustrated, but relieved that I didn’t say anything a minute ago.

After she finishes my back side, she has me roll over so she can work on my front. As I’m rolling over, she accidentally drops the massage oil and squats down to pick it up. Right at the point where she’s in a full squat I look over at her and see that she not wearing any panties. Oh My God, I think, there is no way I can make through the rest of this massage without slipping my hand inside her velvet box. I fight back the images of her and I taking a tumble on the massage table and she starts working on my shoulders.

She tells me that I’m blushing and asks me what I’m thinking about. I decide, what the hell, I’ll take the plunge. “Well,” I say, “I was remembering this old girl friend I had back home. We were very close, you know? Very close. See, I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but I like girls too. A lot. And today, I just can’t stop thinking about girls.”

She doesn’t seem surprised or threatened, she just keeps working on my shoulders. I fall silent, thinking, ‘OK, I’ve blown it, just enjoy the rest of your massage and get out of here.’

She starts working on my upper chest muscles and I take a deep breath in and out. She stops for a minute to get more oil, but instead of pouring it into her hand; she pours it all over my chest. She says, “I would like to teach some basic chest massage that you can do yourself. It is very soothing, and could really cut down on your stress.”

She takes my hands and places them over my breasts. She starts moving my hands in circles, around the outside of my breasts, and I sigh some more. She sighs too, and then blushes and turns away. “Keep that up,” she says, “I want to get out another rock.”

She turns to get the rock out of the warmer and when she turns back around, I am fully enjoying playing with my own well anadolu yakası escort oiled breasts. I’m lifting them, patting them, pulling on my nipples, moving my fingertips in circles around and around. She stands staring for a few seconds and then she says, “Here is the other rock I would like to use today.” And she opens her hand to show me a stone that is completely different from the others. It is very smooth, like glass, and white in color. It is also bullet shaped and about 6 inches long, which makes it look a lot like my favorite vibrator.

She reaches under the sheet and places it on the table between my legs, taking care to put the top end of it just inside my pussy. I gasp and look at her. She comes back up by my head and goes back to work on my breasts. She is taking my breath away, and I stop thinking about anything, I just feel her hands moving over my slick upper body. My eyes close and I realize that my thighs are soaked with hot juice from between my legs, and I am involuntarily straining toward the hot rock that she placed there. My pussy is clenching and unclenching, trying all on it’s own to pull it further inside. I’m hungry for it.

And then lightly, I feel her lips on my lips. I open my eyes, and she is bent over me, kissing me. I kiss her back, tentatively, gently. Her mouth is so sweet, I want more of it. I pull her close and kiss her deeply. Her hands stop teasing my breasts and go to the back of my head as I sit up to put us on the same level. As I am sitting up, I use the heel of my foot to push the stone all the way into my dripping pussy and I moan in the ecstasy of being so rapidly filled.

She steps back for a moment and pulls her shirt off, exposing her very large breasts, barely held back by a white lace demi-cup bra. Her bra fits so that it looks like her breasts are being offered to anyone who looks, and I cup my hands around them and nuzzle my face between them. I can’t get over how perfect they are, as I kiss the tops as they escape from her bra. I move my mouth down to find her nipple and she pushes the bra out of the way. I pull her nipple into my mouth and draw circles around it with my tongue. I suck gently on it and then bite it playfully with my front teeth. She is moaning now and moving her hips rhythmically. I move to the other breast and repeat all of the love I gave the first one. I reach around back and unhook her bra. She shrugs it off and I reach out to her, pulling her into a full embrace while we kiss some more.

My hot oiled body is rubbing against her and we are both working our way to a frenzy. I step off the table and the hot stone falls from my sex. We are standing face to face, except that I’m shorter, so I’m at a good height to kiss her breasts again. I start there and work my way down her belly. I pull her skirt avrupa yakası escort all the way down to the floor and she step out of it. I’m kneeling on the floor in front of her and I slowly reach out and touch her pussy for the first time.

She’s as wet as I am.

I start working with my fingers, massaging her juice back into her. First I work on the right lip of her pussy, and then the left. I tenderly pull, stroke, and play with her. She is trying to move her clit against my hand, but I am content to work on the outside first. Finally, I can resist the temptation no more, and I use my thumb to stroke her magic button. She lets out a deep moan and whispers, “This is just what I want.”

I plunge my face between her legs and lap at her clit, feeling it dance under my tongue. The more it dances, the more determined I am to take her all the way there. I pick the stone up off the floor and find that it’s coated with my wetness and still warm. As I’m nibbling at her clit, I work the very tip of the stone into her opening. She strains toward it, just as I had done earlier and I slide it inside of her. I work the stone while I’m eating her pussy. She wiggles and rocks and moans and rides the rocket ship to the moon, dripping her juice over my face and down my arm. I give her a minute to recover and pull the sheet down off the table and wipe the stone clean, and then my face and hands, and finally wiping what’s left of the massage oil off my upper body.

I stand up and she wraps her arms around me, kissing me deeply again. I move my hands back to her naked breasts while she rebuilds the fire in me by teasing my mouth with her tongue. My breath is coming deeper again and she backs me up against the massage table and I scoot up on it. She’s kissing me and leaning me back on the table. Once I’ve laid all the way down she moves down my neck and kisses the hollow just above my collar bone. I tell myself to relax and melt into the table, just like during a massage.

She kisses her way down to my breasts and now it’s like she’s massaging my nipples with her tongue, finding all of the best spots and working on them one at a time. “Is this position OK for you?” she says slyly. I answer with a throaty moan.

She moves around to the foot of the table and pulls me down so that my sex is right at the end and she bends down over it while placing my feet on her shoulders. She tickles my clit with the tip of her tongue, once, twice, three times, like knocking on the door before walking in. I let myself sink further into the table and she dives in to my pussy. She nibbles on my pussy lips and laps at my clit. She goes lower, to lick at the hole and comes back to my clit. She pulls it in and out of her mouth and moves it side to side with her tongue. My climax is building and building and she knows just what to do. She works my whole sex like an orchestra, pulling, nibbling, sucking, stroking, pushing me to the edge. Just as I am starting to fall into my orgasm, she pushes the stone, now very cold, inside me while flicking her tongue over and over and over my clit and I am tumbling into the world of white light and no sound. Ahhhhhh, total release…

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Chapter 1

Rachal caught her reflection in the large mirror of their hotel suite as she wandered into the main room from the bathroom. She grinned at the sight. The hours she spent in the gym and the tanning booths was time well spent, she told herself.

Her thrusting breasts jutted firmly away from her tanned body and her dark nipples were still hard from their early morning lovemaking. Her stomach was flat, of course, and her narrow waist led way to wide hips definitely gave her a sexy look. Just out of the shower, the little red g-string that passed as a bikini bottom covered the slight rise of her mound.

It only barely hid the perfectly smooth pussy that was still tingling…

Jeremy had already left the suite, heading downstairs to ask Lana some questions about tourist spots on the island. Not that they’d end up at any. His business deals would run on and on and she’d end up sunbathing all day again. Not that she was complaining. Her current boyfriend was fun to be with, hot in bed, and gave her enough time for herself.

Her soft skin still shimmered from the coconut lotion she’d lathered on and, turning one way and then the other, she nodded in satisfaction at her reflection in the mirror. She loved the admiring gazes her body drew from men and women alike, and even though it pissed Jeremy off she could never resist a little flirting.

That was as far as she’d ever go, of course. She’d always remained faithful in a relationship.

She stepped back to admire the full cleavage that spilled over the top as she fitted her breasts into the simple but devastatingly sexy top. She’d wear the white shawl over it on the journey to the pool and back, naturally. It added that little bit extra intrigue.

Pushing back the wavy, shoulder-length dark hair she’d spent ten minutes brushing, she felt ready to face the day. It would consist of sunbathing, the occasional dip in the pool, large quantities of alcohol and, when Jeremy eventually returned to the hotel, more lovemaking.

***

Rachal ambled down to the hotel lobby, taking a detour along the carpeted pathway that led past the thronged breakfast area before arriving at the reception desk in the foyer. She could see Jeremy through the glass window of the office, sitting at one side of the desk and talking animatedly to the hotel’s Manageress.

Lana Hopkins perfectly fitted Rachal’s preconception of a dyke. The blonde skinhead had tattoos on both arms and quite how she’d been given the top job at one of the island’s most respected hotels always puzzled the brunette. Though there was no doubt that Lana was exceptionally efficient at managing the establishment. She exuded an air of friendly yet commanding authority that had most guests eating out of the palm of her hand.

It was impossible not to like Lana, even if the assertive woman’s all-knowing eyes gave Rachal’s body the once over every time they met. Truth be told, Rachal quite enjoyed the attention. She was no lesbian, and didn’t consider herself into women, but being the object of another woman’s desire, especially one as butch as Lana, was quite a turn-on.

She hesitated momentarily before slipping behind the long reception desk and knocking on the glass door. Lana glanced up and waved her into the office.

The butch Manageress’s deep voice was commanding as she entered. “Hello Rachal. Come in and have a seat.”

As she’d anticipated, Lana’s gaze covered her body before finding her eyes. The woman’s long, bare legs were crossed sexily as she laughed and chatted with Jeremy. Rachal hadn’t often seen her in anything other than trousers and they were more attractive than she’d expected in the tailored shorts.

“How are you, Rachal?”

“Good,” the brunette replied, placing the shawl across the back of the chair and languidly turning her body towards the woman. “And you. Lana?”

“Couldn’t be better,” the woman smiled, clearly watching every move. “I’ve just been telling your boyfriend, we have anything you want. Sailing, fishing, golf, sight seeing… though I rather thought you preferred to soak up the sun?”

“I do, but Jeremy wants to do something different,” Rachal laughed, adding sarcastically. “That’s when he’s attended to all his business of course.”

The blonde skinheaded woman eased up from her seat, picking up the brochure she’d been showing Jeremy as she walked behind Rachal. “Want to see?” her deep voice asked.

Rachal could feel the woman’s large breasts press into her back as Lana draped herself half across her, the woman’s slim fingers settling on her upper arm as she spoke. The bodily contact was a step further than the Manageress had ever gone before and as her nipples rose at the contact, Rachal wondered what Jeremy thought, or even if he’d noticed.

She glanced sideways at her boyfriend, but typically he no longer seemed to be paying attention. No doubt he was thinking about his next business deal, she wryly thought.

Trying to concentrate on the brochure wasn’t that easy with Lana’s hot breath in beylikdüzü escort her ear and the woman’s fingers idly stroking across the tanned skin of her arm. Despite herself, she imperceptibly leaned back. Lana rewarded her with a soft exhalation of air on her cheek as she settled her other hand across Rachal’s shoulder. With each of Lana’s unhurried description of the various attractions, she could feel the very ends of the woman’s fingertips gliding back and forth openly on her upper arm.

Her breath caught just as Jeremy spoke.

“Okay, darling, I need to go.” Damn. Men had such an impeccably bad sense of timing. “Why don’t we get you settled in a lounger and I’ll be back to join you mid afternoon.”

***

Lana watched the young woman stride through the lobby, swaying her hips from side to side with each step. Every eye in the vicinity turned to stare at the sexy girl. Like all of Lana’s pets, Rachal knew how to flaunt herself and how to tease, there was no doubt about that. She’d even flaunted herself at Lana. Turning her was going to be an absolute pleasure.

Rubbing a hand across her blonde skin head, she turned off the monitor when Rachal reached the lift. She’s be with her soon enough. The invitation to a light lunch in her suite had been delivered by Francesca, another of her pets and the most efficient of her hotel employees. Francesca had kept Rachal’s sangria topped up throughout the morning, too, just as she’d directed. And ensured it was extra strong…

Lana answered the door at the first light tap, her eyes drinking in the flawlessly tanned bikini covered body as Rachal entered the suite. She followed the young woman to the centre of the room, her gaze fixed on the smooth interplay of her buttocks as she walked. They were virtually naked apart from the tiny triangle of her little red g-string. Even with just the two of them present, it seemed the sexy girl couldn’t resist putting an extra swing in her step.

“Some wine?” she asked, pouring two glasses from the bottle already opened on the small circular table beside them.

Rachal shook her head. “I think I’m already tipsy,” she laughed. “Goodness knows how much I’ve had to drink so far today.”

Too much? Francesca had done her job well and would reap the benefits later. “Nonsense,” she replied, thrusting one of the glasses into Rachal’s hand. “Lunch will be here shortly and you’ll feel better with food on your stomach. For now, another small glass won’t do any harm.”

She grinned to herself. There was no doubt that the large glass of potent red wine would be enough to tip her young guest over the edge.

“Maybe just one,” Rachal replied, sipping at her drink and flopping down onto the comfortable couch. She pulled her long legs underneath her. “I appreciate you inviting me for lunch, Lana. That’s very kind of you.”

“I thought it was time we got to know one another even better,” the Manageress replied, smiling at her guest. Rachal’s were already cloudy with the effect of the sangria. “Have you had a good morning?”

“Yes, reasonably…” she replied, pushing away some of her dark wavy hair from infront of her eyes. “Though right now I think I’ve had too much sun. I definitely feel a little light headed.”

“Mmm, your shoulders look a little red,” Lana concurred from behind her. “Here, let me put on some after-sun. You’ll feel better.”

Before Rachal could respond, she was unscrewing the top from the bottle she’d conveniently left on the table and was pouring some into her palms. The young woman stiffened momentarily in surprise at the first touch of her hands across the bare, tanned shoulders but soon relaxed. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she emitted a small, soft sigh of pleasure as Lana’s strong fingers began to caress the oil into the flawlessly bronzed skin.

“That feels heavenly.”

“That’s good,” Lana murmured. This was going to be easier than she’d anticipated. She took advantage, caressing her fingers along Rachal’s soft skin and feeling the young woman’s muscles becoming more relaxed and pliant under her expert ministrations “Relax…”

“Mmm.” Rachal’s voice was a low purr of pleasure. She sipped languorously at her half-finished glass of wine as Lana’ hands slid beneath the heavy sheaf of her hair and gently began to smooth the tension from her slender neck and shoulders.

A soft, satisfied smile played across Lana’s lips. She had plenty of time and even had a diversion in place should Jeremy return early. That afforded her the luxury of subtlety for the time being, but that would soon change…

“You like to tease people with that body of yours,” she softly said, turning the movements of her fingers into a soft caress. She could see Rachal’s nipples stiffening involuntarily through the skimpy material of her red bikini top. “I’ve seen you around the pool…”

“Doesn’t every girl,” the young brunette sighed contentedly. She was breathing more heavily now. “Isn’t it all part of the game.”

“Indeed. There are some ataşehir escort good looking men around here. And women…”

“Sure are,” Rachal murmured, sipping slowly at the last of her wine. Had she finished it that quickly?

Lana moved around to the front of the couch and lifted the empty glass from the brunette’s slim fingers. It clinked as she set it on the coffee table beside them. Easing herself down onto the sofa beside Rachal, her fingertips trailed onto the firm, tanned flank of the young brunette’s thigh. “You’re into women?”

Rachal’s glossy lips parted with surprise and her eyes fluttered open. Of course she wasn’t and it suddenly felt like she should make that clear from the outset. “No, Lana, women aren’t my thing,” she murmured.

The blonde skin headed woman smiled, not put off at all by the answer as she smoothly ran her fingers back and forth across the full length of the supple thigh. Rachal’s nipples were now like two bullets inside her skimpy bikini top. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” Rachal murmured, slowly pulling her long legs from under her as if she was about to get up. “This is very naughty, you know.”

Lana smiled again. “What is?”

Their eyes met again. “What you’re doing.”

“And what am I doing?”

“You’re coming on to me.”

“I am?” Lana laughed as she deliberately held those dreamy eyes, enjoying the barely controlled arousal she saw in them. “But you’re enjoying my touch, yes?”

As if in answer, Rachal inadvertently allowed her thighs to part slightly under her host’s deft ministrations, giving her fingers room to slide between them. “It is nice…” she admitted, breathing softly as she felt the slender hand ease between her legs.

Her eyes slid lazily shut as if being unable to look at Lana would remove any sense of naughtiness. Lana took advantage, gliding her fingertips deliciously over the warm, sensitive flanks of her guest’s inner thighs.

“Then just relax…”

Her free hand rose to Rachal’s head, cupping her scalp and digging her fingers deep into the thick, wavy hair. Her other hand continued to stroke back and forth over the brunette’s inner thighs. Each sweep took her closer to the warmth she could sense emanating from the area barely covered by the tiny red triangle.

The pained expression on Rachal’s face sang out a combination of confusion and need. Lana knew she’d have to be careful but had confidence in her abilities. She’d done this so many times, after all. When Rachal involuntarily eased her curvy hips forwards on the sofa, her breathing beginning to quicken, she gripped the way hair more tightly.

Holding the young woman in position, it was important to send out the subliminal message that she was the one in control. The smoothly gliding fingertips of her other hand slid along Rachal’s inner thigh and brushed against the g-string.

“Open your legs a little further,” she softly whispered, tugging the silken hair.

“I can’t…”

“Of course you can,” Lana’s soft, persuasive voice murmured. Her free hand pushed at the brunette’s legs in encouragement and suddenly the curvy hips inched forwards on the couch as she obediently spread her legs wider.

It took only a few seconds for Lana to have her half-reclined and gasping softly as she brushed her fingertips deftly over the slippery silk covering Rachal’s rounded pubis.

“Good girl,” she whispered, tilting her head to stare into those beautiful half-open eyes. She flicked out her tongue, letting the girl see how extraordinarily long it was. It flicked along the full length of her lips as her fingers traced the contours of her victim’s oiled vulva.

Rachal’s head rolled slowly to one side as she whimpered and placed a slim hand on Lana’s forearm. The skinhead though she was going to try to push her away, but instead the girl’s trembling fingers simply lay passively over her slowly working wrist.

Lana lifted her head, her triumphant eyes fixing on the beautiful face, watching every expression, every breath and every flicker of her closed eyelids. “You like this?” she huskily breathed, leaning forward and sweeping her extraordinarily long tongue forward and back along the full length of Rachal’s neck.

“Yes.” The word came out as a whispered gasp. Then it changed. “But we shouldn’t…”

With an effort, she forced her eyes fully open, as if she was finally realising the position she was in. Reluctantly, it seemed, she pushed her body back against the sofa cushions in an attempt to escape the pleasuring hand.

Lana followed the movement, her practiced fingers never breaking their circular rhythm as she stroked the wet labial lips through the material.

Rachal’s dilated eyes hooded again at the sensation, her blurred mind wavering as she fought the internal battle. She moaned very softly, for several seconds teetering on the brink of surrendering control to the expert touch. Lana could sense the conflict. She couldn’t, she was telling herself… she wasn’t into women… pendik escort especially one as butch as this one. It wasn’t right…

“I should go,” she whimpered, but even as she spoke her smooth hips were responding helplessly to the caressing touch. “Jeremy will be back soon.”

“He’ll be ages, yet,” Lana whispered. She could force the young woman and take what she wanted, but this first time it had to come from her. She released her grip on the way hair and pulled her hand away from the still undulating crotch. “I have a good idea.”

“What?” Rachal murmured, her voice quivering.

Lana slid her body across the couch, half reclining across the startled brunette. Wrapping her hands around Rachal’s naked back, she lowered her head and slid her long tongue over the muscles of the trembling woman’s neck.

“No…”

But despite the objection, Rachal made no attempt to resist. With a self satisfied grin, Lana eased her head to one side and glided her insistent mouth upwards behind the panting girl’s ear. “No?” You’re sure?” she asked, her teeth gently nibbling at the studded earlobe before sliding her tongue into her ear like a burrowing animal.

As the brunette gasped, Lana slid her right knee between Rachal’s smooth, tanned thighs. Her stroking hands slid inside the back of the red g-string, cupping those firm buttocks and pulling the brunette onto her so that Rachal’s engorged vulva pressed against her upper leg.

The look on Rachal’s face suggested she was trying to hold still, but Lana was too experienced to allow that. She pressed harder, making it impossible for the young woman to resist the wonderful friction. Rachal couldn’t help herself, starting to move her hips in tiny, circular motions against Lana’s thigh…

Lana gurgled with delight and ran her long tongue across her captive’s exposed neck, leaving a sexy wet trail as it swept in long circles along the soft skin. Then she brought her head back in front of the brunette’s, her gaze fixed on those confused, aroused, dreamy eyes. “I can show you so much, Rachal. Make you feel so good. Think of me as you Mistress. Someone who will take you to places you’ve never been. I want you to think about that…”

“Mistress?” Rachal mumbled, confused.

But then Lana’s fingers were spreading across her firm ass, holding her there. “I want you to cum now,” she told her, using her thigh as leverage so that the girl could hump her hips harder. “Come on, my pet, cum for your Mistress…”

The muscles in her neck tightened as she rocked her thigh against the brunette. Rachal responded instantly, matched her rhythm with her upward thrusts. The harder Lana pushed into her, the faster she pumped back. Harder… faster…

“Oh God,” the young brunette moaned. She was close. She threw her head back and her tits up. “YES! YES! YES! AHHHH!”

Lana held her as she came, holding her tightly against her body. “So good,” she murmured in approval. This was just the start. “So good…”

When the panting young woman stared into her eyes, she lowered her head and curled her long tongue into the partly open glossy mouth. She ran the tip across Rachal’s inner lips, seeking out every detail of her teeth and gums, then eased further inside and lifted the young woman’s tongue with gentle stroking motions of her own. When she felt Rachal’s body weaken further, she knew it was time…

“Come with me,” she muttered huskily, grabbing Rachal’s hand and practically dragging the half stumbling girl to her feet and across the floor towards the bedroom.

The brunette let out a tiny whimper as her frightened eyes were drawn involuntarily to the huge, black-quilted king size bed. But as Lana instinctively knew, she gave no resistance as her lover lowered her body gently onto the soft quilt. Before she knew what was happening, Lana’s hands were pulling on the tie of her bikini top and her rounded breasts tumbled free, trembling gently as they bounced and then settled after release.

The skinhead woman’s eyes ran slowly, lustfully down Rachal’s gorgeous body. She placed her hands on the brunette’s flawless hips, her forefingers gently untying the bow on one side and then the other. Her victim lay completely passive as she pulled the garment away and swept it onto the floor together with the red top.

“Want to see your Mistress, too?” Lana purred, her hands already unbuttoning her top.

She was naked underneath, a tattoo of a dragon curling around her stomach and stopping just under her plump breasts. Dropping the blouse to the floor, she dragged down her shorts and then removed her black panties. At first it seemed that Rachal was too shy to look at her nakedness but Lana knew full well she couldn’t help herself. Her gaze ran down across the dragon and settled on the plump and perfectly smooth pussy. She bit her lip.

“I see you like,” Lana smiled as she knelt on the bed, her deft hands sliding up along Rachal’s inner thighs and parting them effortlessly.

The brunette closed her eyes, trembling as she felt the hot breath against her tanned skin. She whimpered involuntarily as Lana’s mouth parted her glistening lips. Her long tongue slid effortlessly into her soft, pink vulva, touching the entrance of her urethra before gliding deeper into her body. She curled the tip upwards, stroking the roof of her vagina.

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“We don’t have to do anything else tonight.” I told her as she pulled my shirt off. No matter how brave she was getting, I still couldn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want to.

“I know.” She smiled her patented grin and it made my soul melt. I had only known Angela for a few hours and she already had my heart in a vise. It was unbelievable. Part of me was scared shitless, giving me the strong desire to run away and fast, but another part was thrilled and hoped that I would never have to leave her side.

She made her way down to my waist and she slowly undid the buttons of my jeans for me. I certainly wasn’t going to be able to take much more of her touching without getting off again so I tossed her back onto the bed and stood up slowly. I decided to make a show out of taking my clothes off because the feel of her on my skin was electrifying and if she wouldn’t let me go down on her how was she going to do it to me? In the back of my mind I was petrified of the next morning but I would have time to deal with that later wouldn’t I?

I bent down in the sexiest fashion I could and I undid my amazingly expensive stiletto heels. Then I slid my jeans over my tight ass and kicked them away before sliding back into the bed. Pleasing Angie had been the highlight of my week, if not my entire life, but I was just too tired to go at it again, and maybe a little too drunk.

She pulled up the covers and slipped under before inviting me in after her. We snuggled up closely and kissed softly for a while before she snuggled closer to my chest and whispered against my skin.

“Are you alright?” she asked sheepishly. There was the girl I had met. Her momentary bravery was gone and once again she was scared as a newborn pup.

“Why wouldn’t I be? I am in bed with a gorgeous and sweet woman and we just had a great time.” I told her as I stroked her hair softly. Her chocolate locks were gorgeous and it was hard to keep from petting her. Hell I wanted to do more than pet her but in my inebriated state and my lack of sleep I was pretty much useless at that point.

“Did you really? Have a good time, I mean. I didn’t do anything for you. I could if you wanted me to.” Angie was struggling like a dog eating peanut butter but she was the cutest thing I had ever seen. I pulled her tighter against my chest and I could feel her breasts on my ribs and her hot wet sex on my thigh.

“Baby, I don’t need you to do anything. Seeing you come did it for me and tonight was about you. Did you come?” I asked, knowing full well that she had. I could still taste the evidence.

“Of course I did.” She said as a bright blushed covered her face, neck and breasts. My heart fluttered in my chest.

“Then I say tonight was a success.” I whispered with a grin. Angie was it for me. It didn’t matter if she dumped me the next morning, it was still worth it for me.

“You’re a little over dressed.” She said as she ran her hands over my bra. I couldn’t help but laugh that she was too afraid to let me in her room only a few hours prior and she was currently telling me to take my bra off. I kind of like her dual sides. When she was all hot and bothered she was wild but when she was relaxed she was a nervous wreck. It was amusing to say the least.

“Are you sure?” I asked. As soon as she nodded she reached her hands around me and unsnapped my bra, with a bit of work. I laughed at her audacity.

“I also want this gone.” She said as her hand traveled down to my ass. She pulled my panties off as I tossed my bra across the room.

I leaned towards her and kissed her deeply as I felt her hands travel back down to my ass. That was when I finally realized that my girl had a thing for my ass. She had gone crazy feeling me up while I was kissing her earlier and at that moment she was grabbing it once again.

“You like my ass, baby?” I asked her as I pushed my butt harder into her hands. She kneaded the firm flesh of my ass cheeks as our tongues wrestled. Finally someone who could enjoy all my hard work! I had worked on my ass long enough and it was about damn time someone got to enjoy it.

“You bet I do.” She said into my mouth as she gave my butt a umranıye escort soft pinch. I started to laugh at her again but it was cut short by a long yawn.

“Listen, babe. How about we go to bed now and we can pick this up as soon we wake up?” I asked her. I was nearly ready to passed out ago and she was ready to start up round 2. On any other night I would’ve been up for rounds 2-10, but at that moment I could barely keep my eyes open.

“Good idea. But I have to say that I am going to hold you to that.” She said as she nuzzled against my bare chest.

“Baby, you can hold whatever you like.” As soon as I said that her hands reached down to my ass and gave it another squeeze. Ten minutes later we were both sleeping soundly.

I woke up early the next morning and I watched my angel sleep. With her stunning green eyes shut I was able to think much more clearly. Her body seemed to be sculpted from marble rather than actual flesh. Her skin was smooth and evenly toned. Her tan flowed over her skin like a soft blanket and the only place that remained white was her cute little butt. Her ass wasn’t as big as mine but it was definitely something I could get used to keeping my hands on. Her legs were intertwined with mine and although I was a few inches taller her legs seemed to be miles longer than mine. Her calves were solid but not too hard or bulky. Her hair fell in gentle curls over her shoulders and down to her breasts in the most beautiful chocolate color I had ever seen. Her lips, even in her sleep, seemed to pout. Almost like she was begging me take then into my mouth. It was tempting but I wanted me angel to be well rested for the day ahead. And to accomplish those things I had to leave that bed, at least for a moment.

I carefully unwrapped her legs from mine and wandered to her kitchen only to find the fridge and pantry almost empty. Americans, I thought as I shrugged and walked my way back to the room. I got dressed and drove quickly to a little food market down the road from her house and in a total of 15 minutes I was back at Angie’s place. I made her a typical breakfast with things that she might like. I made eggs, bacon and toast and I put strawberries and mangos in a bowl for us to share. I piled all the food and drinks on a serving tray that I found in the kitchen and I carried it to the room. I placed the feast on the nightstand so I could wake my girl properly. I stripped again and climbed back into bed gently.

I started by pushing her delicately onto her back and I waited to make sure she was still sleeping. I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. Nothing. I pouted momentarily then I got a wicked idea. I was going to test how far I could get her before waking her up. I am a genius, aren’t I? I leaned over her and kissed her again. This time she pushed against me but in the end, it was Nothing. I sat back and smiled at the challenge before me. I was going to make my girl come and there was no way she could sleep through that, I bet. I straddled her hips gently and pushed myself to one side. Nothing. I grinned in my temporary victory and leaned down slowly and took her left nipple into my mouth. I sucked slowly and looked up to her face as I did it. She moaned softly and turned her head to the other side. Nothing. The further I got the most interesting the test became. Without taking my mouth off her breast I rolled onto my side and placed my hand over her moistening sex. Even in her sleep my baby was responding to my touch. I ran my finger over her clit quickly and waited for a reaction, for that would certainly bring my princess out of her slumber. Nothing. I stifled my laugh and pushed my hand lower to the opening of her sex. If my girl could sleep through an orgasm then she deserved to sleep as long as she wanted and to hell with breakfast. I slipped my middle finger slowly into her tight pussy and waited. Her breath caught in her throat and I knew if she wasn’t awake she would be soon. I pushed further into her and started thrusting slowly as to not jostle her from her sleep. The faster I pushed the more labored her breathing became but she still didn’t open her eyes. I realized that Angie şişli escort was playing hard to get. I laughed softly and decided that I would be the one to win that game. I slowed my hand and resumed a soft leisurely tempo. I knew at that pace I could have her under me for hours on the brink of coming.

“Oh god, Nikki, please don’t tease me.” She begged with her eyes still shut.

“So you’re awake are you?” I asked with a chuckle. I win, I told myself. I sped up my hand and had her cum all over my hand within moments. “Good morning.” I added with a chipper smile.

“It certainly is.” She said. Her eyes got wide when she saw the meal on the table behind me. “What’s all that?”

“I thought you might be hungry after last night so I made breakfast.” I told her with a proud smile. I like being able to make her happy. But what was I doing? Nicole Martinez does not do breakfast in bed for other people. But then again this wasn’t other people, this was my angel and she deserved breakfast in bed. She deserved a lot more than that but I would get to that soon enough.

“I didn’t know you could cook.” She said nonchalantly as she pulled me closer to her for a kiss. After she let me go I grabbed the tray and placed it between us on the bed. But I strategically left the fruit on the nightstand.

“You don’t know much about me period.” I giggled then I sat back and watched as Angie ate. The way she moved, so delicately and gracefully, almost took my breath away. Small movements of a fork should NOT ever be able to make someone as hot as I was getting.

“You aren’t going to eat anything?” She said shyly as she saw me watching her out of the corner of her eye.

“I don’t usually eat much breakfast but I have some fruit for us to share as soon as you are done with all of that.” I was thankful she didn’t see my sly grin as she continued to eat. Oh the things I had planned for that bowl of fruit. Oh the wonderful places they would go.

Angie ate a good portion of the food, which pleased me because I was used to Barbie type girls not eating in front of me or worse, not at all. I like a girl with a good appetite who could take care of herself. It shows dedication, a trait I greatly respect. She sat back against the bed, still completely naked, and looked over at me. “I think I am too full to eat any fruit but help yourself to it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I grabbed the bowl and placed it on the far side of the bed. I straddled her waist before I took the closest piece of fruit, which happened to be a strawberry, and I placed it to her lips. I was wise in picking my fruit. I only filled the bowl with strawberries and mangoes, very juicy and very tasty strawberries and mangoes. “You sure you don’t want any?”

All she could do was shake her head no. The poor girl looked like a deer caught in headlights. I trailed the berry down her body as I squeezed the juices making a sticky path for me.

“Do you mind if I have it all then?” I asked with a sexy smile and shook her head again. I knew what she meant but I couldn’t help but tease her the way her body was unknowingly teasing me. “So you don’t want me to have it?” I asked with a fake pout. “That’s not really fair now is it? You all that delicious juice all over you and I all I can do is look at it. It is bordering on cruelty.”

“Y-y-you can have it… I meant you can have the fruit.” she stuttered. Oh god this girl was cute enough to eat, which I thoroughly planned on doing.

I lapped up the juices before finding the strawberry at her collar bone and eating it. I grabbed a piece of mango next. I picked up where the strawberry had left off and I trailed it down further to the valley between her breasts. “Can I keep eating or do I have to stop again?” I asked with same sexy smile as I had before. She nodded weakly and gasped as she cold slice of mango hit her nipple. “I can stop if you want. I know this is probably super uncomfortable for you.” I bit my lip before pulling one of my legs off her, making as if I was going to leave. She grabbed my hips roughly and pulled my back onto her. I couldn’t help but laugh at the desperation in her eyes.

“I’m kadıköy escort okay.” She said as firmly as she could. “I would hate to ruin you breakfast.”

“Then I can keep eating?” I asked with a cheery grin and waited for her nod. “As much as I want?” I got another nod from my gorgeous girl. “Anywhere I want?” That was the most important question and after a slight pause I got another nod. “Then I should get to it.” I ate the mango before grabbing another fresh cold piece. I held the fruit tightly in my hand and I let the juice drip all over her stomach and belly button. My tongue wasn’t far behind lapping at the sweet liquid and dipping into her bellybutton to get the juices out. I was going to continue but Angie pulled back up to that was sitting in her lap again. Ah, hell.

“I don’t think this is fair.” She told me with a stern look on her face. I was suddenly both shocked and scared of whatever she had to tell me. I was about four inches from having my tongue in the one place I wanted it most and she wanted to have a conversation. What the fuck? I was cold and sticky and I had shit to do, namely her. “You are on your way to giving me my third orgasm and you haven’t gotten anything from me. I don’t think that is fair.” She continued.

“Oh good lord, Angela, you nearly scared me half to death.” I sighed. The girl almost gave me a heart attack. I wanted, no needed to get back to my breakfast.

“I’m serious Nikki. I want to do something for you now.” she tried to push me back onto the bed but I stayed firmly put on her lap. Thank god for work outs because she pushed me down hard but I was able to keep my balance and my ass firmly on her.

“Are you going to disrupt my lovely breakfast?” I asked with my best sad face. She slowly shook her head no and relaxed against the bed again. At least she was easy to convince. “So how about this, I am going to finish up quick and then we can get all cleaned up together before coming back and getting all dirty again.”

With a laugh my angel let go of my hips and I resumed my meal. I wasted no time in drenching her sex with the juicy mongo. I worked slowly, contrary to my promise, and I started licking up and down her thighs. (I had planned on being between her legs for hours but I had rained on my own parade and now I had to hurry. Ugh.) I heard her moans and gasps as I got closer to her hot pussy. After a few minutes of gently teasing the outer parts of her sex Angie was begging me to continue. I couldn’t keep my girl waiting, that would’ve been plain rude. I parted her effortlessly with my tongue and I went to work. I left no part of her untouched. I licked and nibbled at her clit before driving my tongue into her body. At first she tensed up and I thought she was going to come but she settled back down and I continued to tongue fuck her. I let my arms hook around the back of her thighs and I used my finger to rub gently on her clit. After going at her for barely five minutes she grabbed the back of my head and came on my wanting tongue. She screamed my name and god knows what else as I continued to drive my tongue into her. I drank all the sweet juices she had for me before sitting back up in the bed. She was easily pleased but I was left a bit disappointed. I had planned on licking her for much longer. Next time I have to go much slower, I whispered to myself.

“Oh god, Nikki you are really good at that.” She said between gasps for air. The girl was panting like a fat dog in the summer sun. It was cute to see the product of my hard work, well kind of hard work.

“Thank you. Now, I believed I was promised a shower and then a little more fun.” I told her as I hopped out of the bed but once again she grabbed me and forced me to listen to her.

“Next time it’s just you. I don’t want you to touch me at all, okay?” she said firmly. I couldn’t contain my grin but I just nodded like she had so many times. “Promise?” once again I nodded and this time she smiled. “Alright then. Let’s go get cleaned up. I’m sticky in places fruit was not meant for.”

“You sure about that?” I asked as we walked hand in hand to the bathroom. “I thought you liked where the fruit went.”

“Oh, I did like where it went I just don’t think it was meant for those places.” Angie giggled as I patted her butt that was sticky from where the juice had run down. As we walked into the bathroom I saw the huge bathtub in place of a shower. Things were going to get very interesting for my angel and me.

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There is a drive-thru coffee stand near where I live, and I get my morning coffee there nearly every day. It is owned by two girls, I think their parents got it for them so they would have a dose of “real life,” but they seem to do all right.

The two owners, Julie and Brooke, work most of the time, and a third girl, River, also works there. They are all right around 21 years old. Julie is tall (maybe 5’10”) and blonde, with a really sexy body, killer blue eyes and the greatest dimples. She is SOOOOO cute! Brooke is a little fireball, barely 5′ tall and slender, very pretty with dark brown hair to the middle of her back. Brooke is always “on,” a very high energy girl and she seems like a lot of fun. River is more quiet, she is the same height as me (5’5″) and slender, with shoulder length light brown hair. River is cute but doesn’t wear a lot of makeup at work, but I figured it was because she had to get up early.

When I’m getting my coffee, I’ll usually take a couple minutes to talk to them if there is no one in line behind me, and I enjoy talking with all of them. They all seem like nice girls, with their “heads screwed on straight”. We had threatened several times to get together away from there, but it had never happened. Until…

One Saturday morning I was there getting my coffee, heading out to join some friends for a bike ride. Julie and River were working that morning, and River told me that they were having a party that night, and asked if I would like to come. I didn’t have plans, so I said “Sure!” She gave me directions and the phone number and I promised to see them that evening.

When I was getting ready to go, I called so I could find out what sort of party, I mean, I didn’t want to be over- or under-dressed. I could hear music in the background, and Julie sounded excited when I identified myself. “Jessi! You’re coming, then?”

“Yeah, I’m coming, I just wanted to know how people are dressed…”

“Well, most people are in jeans or skirts. Nothing fancy, but not too casual either!”

“Okay, then, Julie… Tell me what you have on!”

“A denim mini skirt and a tank top.” That outfit sounded positively yummy on her, and I decided to wear something similar.

“Cool, I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Bye, Jessi, hurry up! We all can’t wait to see what you’re like outside your car!”

I laughed and said, “Well, I want to meet you where I don’t have to look up at you through a window, too!”

I dressed cute but comfortable, in a little tank top and skirt with just a thong underneath. Sandals completed the outfit. I looked good, if I have to say so myself.

I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Jessica, but all my friends call me Jessi. I am 26, working as an accountant while I am going to grad school for my MBA in Finance. I have been single for the past year. I have been bisexual since my best friend seduced me when we were both 16, but that’s another story. My recent history with guys has not been good, and since I broke up with my last boy friend over a year ago, I have been exclusively with women.

When I arrived at the house that Julie and Brooke shared, the party was in full swing. It wasn’t too big, maybe 15 or 20 people. And only a couple of guys, which was very unusual. Most of the time at the “house parties” I’ve been to, it seems like guys always outnumber girls about 3 to 1.

Julie gave me a big hug, and kissed me on the cheek. “I’m so glad you could make it, Jessi.”

She led me by the hand into the house, and introduced me to most everyone there. I got something to drink and then found River outside on the patio, sitting by herself.

“Hi, River. Why are you out here, all alone? You should be inside, enjoying the party…”

River’s face brightened when she saw me, and she said, “Hey, Jessi! I’m so glad you came, I was worried you wouldn’t… That isn’t really my thing, too noisy.” She nodded her head toward the house. River was dressed similarly to me, she had on a shorty top and little mini skirt. If she had a bra on, it was a strapless, but I couldn’t see any lines.

I sat next to her and said, “Yeah, me too… At least there aren’t bagdat caddesi escort a bunch of loud drunk guys making idiots of themselves and bothering the single girls.”

River laughed. “Yeah, but that may come later… Julie is expecting more people than this…”

“Well, if it gets too bad, we’ll just have to hide out here until they go…”

River laughed again. I couldn’t remember ever hearing her laugh before, and it sounded great.

River and I spent a while just talking, about ourselves, about our lives, about our dreams, about boys… She is an intense young woman, going to school for pre-law, wanting to specialize in environmental law. We found we had a lot of interests in common, and I thoroughly enjoyed talking with her.

When I asked her about a boy friend, she said she “…just hadn’t found the right guy.” I agreed, saying that it was hard to find a guy that would treat his girl right and especially not cheat.

At that point Brooke popped out of the house. She gave me a nice hug, and asked, “Why are you guys hanging out here? The party is inside!”

I looked at River and we both laughed. “I asked her the same question about an hour ago…”

“Well, don’t be snobs, come inside!”

River and I stood up and followed Brooke back inside. There were a few more people than before, it seemed like it was all girls now, and many were dancing. I was kind of surprised to see several girl-girl couples dancing, and especially so when the music changed to a slow song and they stayed.

I asked River about it, and her answer was surprising, “Yeah, Julie and Brooke have a lot of gay friends. You knew that they are a couple, didn’t you?”

“No, River, I didn’t know that… But they definitely are cute together!” I looked over and saw them slow dancing together, Brooke had her arms around Julie’s neck and was pressing her body tightly into the taller girl’s.

“Yes, they are that… Jessi, will you dance with me?”

“Sure, River, I’d love to!”

We walked over next to Julie and Brooke, and I slipped my arms around River’s neck. She put her arms around my waist, and I rested my head on her shoulder. I could smell her perfume, and I whispered into her ear, “This is really nice…”

She didn’t say anything but her hands gently pulled my body tighter against hers. When River’s thigh moved between mine and pressed against my mound, I couldn’t help but moan softly into her ear. I could feel our breasts rubbing together as we danced, and I know she had to feel my erect nipples rubbing against hers.

When the song ended, I looked around and saw that many of the people had paired up and were sitting or standing together. It was almost completely girl-girl couples, and many of them were kissing. Two girls were leaning against the wall, kissing deeply. The taller of the two girls had her foot against the wall so that her thigh was between her partner’s, and the shorter girl was riding her partner’s leg, her feet off the floor. The taller girl had her hands cupping the other girl’s ass, moving her hips up and back so she was grinding the other girl’s mound into her thigh.

I turned to River and said, “God, that’s hot… Watching all these sexy girls together… Mmmmmmm…” Our faces were inches apart.

River said, “We thought you might go for girls… We haven’t seen you with a guy since you broke up with that last one, and then there was that redhead last summer…”

The previous summer, I had a short relationship with a woman I met in one of my classes. She was a little older, and even though she had been “curious” for a long time it was the first time she had ever done anything with another woman. We had a great time together and seemed to get along very well, but she broke it off after about a month when she decided she couldn’t handle how her family might react to her having a “girl friend”. We still talk once in a while, and there is a chance we could get back together. She is an incredible woman, but she just needs to accept who she is, and know that if they love her, that her family will accept her, too.

I smiled, “Smart girls!!! nisantasi escort Is that why you asked me here tonight?”

River smiled and said, “No, it was actually much more selfish than that… I was hoping I could get to know you better…”

“Well, I guess your plan worked then, didn’t it?” I said with a smile. I leaned forward and our lips met. River pressed her body into mine, and when my mouth opened slightly, her tongue was sliding forward to meet mine. When the tips of our tongues touched, it was like an electric shock coursed through my body. I moaned and my mouth opened wide, and we were soon kissing passionately.

River’s hands moved from my hips to my ass, and I pressed my body into hers. My hand slid under her top, and I took her already-erect nipple between my fingers and rolled it. River moaned into my mouth and her hand slipped under my skirt and cupped my ass cheeks. She ran her finger under my thong, and I spread my legs wider to give her better access. I was grinding myself against her bare thigh, and I know she had to feel how wet my thong was.

The music stopped, and we broke our kiss. When I looked around, Julie and Brooke were sitting close together on the couch. Julie had her arm around Brooke’s shoulders, and the shorter girl was nuzzling Julie’s ear. Brooke’s hand was under Julie’s skirt, and the taller girl was cupping Brooke’s breast through her top. All around us, pairs of girls were kissing and touching each other. I could clearly smell aroused pussy everywhere, and the aroma was intoxicating.

River and I moved to the couch, and sat next to Julie and Brooke. River sat on my lap, with her arms around my neck, and we started kissing again. I put my hand back inside her top, and went back to teasing her nipple. Her hand was cupping my breast as well.

I’m not sure exactly how long, but we spent a long time kissing and teasing each other. During that time, most of the people left the party, but not without saying goodbye to Julie and Brooke. Most of the time, “saying goodbye” involved a long, sexy kiss between all the girls. Soon, it was just me and the three hostesses left.

“You’re staying, I hope!” River said to me, “I told my folks I would be staying here instead of coming home real late.”

“Yes, Jessi, stay! You and River make a really cute couple… Ohhhhhh…” said Julie. She and Brooke had returned to the couch, and Julie had one arm around Brooke’s shoulders and the other under her skirt. Brooke was licking and sucking Julie’s ear while her hand was teasing Julie’s nipple. Brooke had pushed Julie’s top up, so her breasts were exposed. Brooke was rolling Julie’s erect nipple between her fingers, pinching and twisting it.

Brooke turned and said, “Please stay… It will be fun!” and she patted the couch next to her.

I looked at River and smiled. “What do you think, doll? Should we join these sluts at play, or have our own party?”

River smiled back and pushed me down onto the couch, next to Julie. River climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. She slipped her arms around my neck and pressed her body into mine. We kissed again, and my hands went to her body. I cupped one breast in my hand and slipped my other hand under her skirt. I took one ass cheek in my hand, and she moaned softly into my mouth. I could feel that her panties were soaking wet, and when my finger slipped inside them, she moaned again and pushed back against my hand.

River had her hand under my top, pushing it upward. She kept lifting it upward, and I broke the kiss long enough to raise my arms so she could take it off. I was pulling her top up at the same time, and she yanked it off and tossed it away. She cooed softly, “I knew you had fantastic boobs, Jessi, we talk about them ALL the time!” Then she leaned back in to kiss me, our bare breasts rubbing together. Our hands were stroking each other’s bodies, her smooth skin against mine felt so incredible to me…

River broke the kiss then started licking her way along my chin line. Her hands were cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples as she kissed and nibbled along my collar bone then across my chest. My hand ataköy escort went to the back of her head, and I stroked her hair as she worked her way down.

I was moaning softly and pressing up with my hips, into River’s. She was grinding her hips into mine as she ran her tongue down the valley between my breasts. She flicked her tongue across my erect nipple, and I couldn’t help but moan. My hands were in her hair, stroking it, holding her close yet gently guiding her face downward to where we both needed it.

I heard a soft groan next to me, and I opened my eyes and turned my head toward Julie and Brooke. The shorter girl was on her knees between Julie’s open thighs, and Julie’s skirt was up around her waist. Brooke’s head was bobbing up and down as she licked Julie’s pussy. The blonde girl’s head was rolled back, she had her eyes closed and her mouth open. Julie’s tongue was darting in and out of her mouth, in rhythm with Brooke’s tongue.

I couldn’t help it, I reached for Julie and stroked her cheek. Her eyes flew open, then she smiled and leaned forward to kiss me. Our tongues danced together as River’s mouth closed on my erect nipple. I moaned softly into Julie’s mouth, and she ran her hand through my hair, pulling my face into hers.

River was wasting no time, licking her way down my stomach. She darted her tongue into my navel, flicking it in and out like she was eating a pussy. My hand was in River’s hair, guiding her face downward to where we both needed it. I felt her slide my thong to the side, and heard a soft “Ooooh! Shaved, I love it!” then felt River’s tongue run along my slit. I spread my legs wide, giving her more room.

Soon I felt River’s finger sliding inside my wet pussy, and her tongue dancing all over my clit. My hips were moving by themselves, arching up against her fingers inside me. Julie and I were kissing passionately, her tongue was darting in and out of my mouth. This was the most amazing feeling, being with three sexy girls… I had been with women before, but never three at once.

River’s fingers and tongue were all over my pussy. It was clear that she had done this before, and she had me close to cumming. My hips were pressing up into her face, and my hand was in her hair, pulling her face tight against my pussy. River’s fingers slid deep inside me, and I felt her find my g-spot and flick her fingers across it. I couldn’t help it, I erupted and my juices flowed out over her hand and face. She kept licking and fingering me, and my orgasm went on and on.

Finally I collapsed back against the couch, and lifted her face so we were looking at each other. “No more, baby, please stop…” She crawled up next to me, and we kissed. I could smell and taste my juices all over her face, and I wanted to give her the same pleasure she had given me.

Next to us, Julie was moaning and grinding her hips into Brooke’s face. The shorter girl had found a dildo and was sliding it in and out of Julie’s pussy as she sucked and licked her clit. I reached over and took Julie’s erect nipple between my fingers, pulling and twisting it. River reached over and did the same with Julie’s other nipple. I leaned over so my face was next to Julie’s, and started whispering into her ear, running my tongue around inside it.

“Such a sexy girl… Cum for us, Julie, cum for all of us… This is so hot, baby, being here with you and Brooke and River, I’ve wanted you for sooooo long…”

Julie was panting and arching her hips up against Brooke’s face. Her body stiffened and her breath came in staccato bursts, “Uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh…” as her spasms shook her body. Julie had her hand in Brooke’s hair, at first clamping the shorter girl’s face against her pussy, then as she relaxed, stroking Brooke’s hair.

Brooke raised her head and looked at me with a big smile. Her face was glistening with Julie’s juices, coating her lips and chin. She said, “Let’s all go to the bedroom, we can all get more comfortable there…”

We spent the rest of the night together, all four of us in that large bed. River and I see each other regularly now, and some times I go visit Julie and Brooke. Julie is such a hottie, I am crazy about her. But I won’t do anything to come between her and Brooke…

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How about it, dear readers? Please send me feedback, I love to hear from you. Especially you sexy women out there… Tell me how the story made you feel. Let me know if I should take this further, or if you have other ideas for stories.

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It had been a long day at college and I couldn’t wait to get home and out of this outfit. I was opening my dorm door when my neighbour Karen opened her door.

“Hey Rachel!” She smiled.

“Oh hey Karen,” I replied, looking to my right, seeing her and doing a double take; she was naked. I took in the sight of her hot body, focusing on her 36DD tits. I licked my lips slowly before her voice brought me back to earth.

“There was a package delivered this morning for you,” she informed me moving back into her room and coming back with a brown box.

“Oh thanks for signing for it. I’ve been waiting for this forever.” I smiled, taking it from her.

She gave me a knowing smile and disappeared down the hall to the shower room. I stared after her and looked down at the box.

I walked into my room and locked the door, throwing my keys onto my desk. I sat down on the bed. I tore open the non-descript brown packaging with my name and address on it and dropped it on the floor. Underneath the brown paper there was a lovely long pink box filled with a dildo I had bought two weeks ago from an online store. I ripped open avrupa yakası escort the box and let the dildo fall into my awaiting hand….8 inches in size, 2 inches in girth, god it looked good.

Under my shorts my panties were drenched and my nipples were hard from anticipation. Letting the pink box join the brown paper on the floor, I looked at the dildo in my hand. Running my fingers up and down it, feeling its hard length, taking the tip into my mouth and sucking it slowly. I was so turned on by these simple actions.

I set the dildo down on my nightstand before I became too horny and forgot what I came home for. I moved over to my wardrobe and pulled out some fresh clothes but my eyes kept going back to the dildo on my nightstand. I shook myself and concentrated on picking out some clothes. I picked out my favourite shirt and a clean skirt and threw them onto the chair.

I slowly reached my hands up and unbuttoned my blouse pulling it away from my chest, grazing my rock hard nipples and turning me on more. I pinched my nipples for a second before pulling myself back to the anadolu yakası escort present and that I was supposed to be getting dressed and leaving in an hour to meet a girlfriend for some drinks.

I groaned and slid my hands down my body to find the zip on my shorts, sliding them down along with my panties off and stepping out of them. I caught sight of myself in the mirror over my vanity, smiling letting my hands wander again…over my hard nipples, down my smooth stomach and over my smooth hairless pussy.

My breath hitched as I touched my lips. I parted my legs slightly, exposing my clit. I gave myself a devilish smile in the mirror and sat slowly onto my bed, spreading my legs wider…feeling my wetness.

Touching my swollen clit a shiver ran down my spine, heightening my excitement. My nipples tightened painfully begging for attention. I moaned softly running my left hand back up to my nipple to pinching it hard, rolling my clit between my thumb and forefinger.

Looking up at the mirror and smiled, my pussy was soaked and begging for my fingers. Biting my lip I slid etiler escort my hand down the length of my pussy and rubbed it slowly before bringing two fingers back up to my mouth and licking my own juices off them.

I moaned and pinched my nipple harder, licking all my juice off my fingers before plunging them into my cunt all the way down to the knuckle.

“Oh god,” I mumbled, fucking myself harder, making my juices flow over my hand and onto the bed.

As I fucked myself hard, my mind wandered to my next door neighbour — Karen- and how her hot body looked out of the tight clothes she usually wore…my fingers moved faster as I rubbed my clit, thinking of Karen’s 36DD with those large round nipples just begging to be sucked by my eager mouth.

“Karen,” I whispered, inserting another finger into my already stuffed hole. “Karen,” I whispered again, feeling the warm tingly feeling I get when I’m about to cum.

I spread my legs further apart as my pussy spasmed lightly….I was close…my fingers flying in and out my stretched hole faster and faster….rubbing my clit with my thumb…my moaning getting louder and louder as my climax neared.

“MY GOD!”I screamed as my orgasm finally hit, practically making me see stars. I slumped back onto the bed, my pussy still spasming round my three fingers, my breathing laboured and my heart pounding.

Rubbing my clit in a slow lazy circle…I looked to my left and smiled at my new toy.

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Karen walked into the cottage and shivered. The April showers and stiff breeze may be making it chilly outside but the empty silence inside was palpable and made the interior of the cottage feel colder than the early spring evening warranted.

She shrugged off her jacket and walked into the living room, staring glumly at the state of the place. It had always been so clean and tidy when Sue was here but that had been 3 months ago and there had been a steady decline in housework ever since.

The only thing that got cleaned regularly were the glass doors to the wood burning stove. Karen found this a chore but loved to get lost staring into the flames and this wasn’t possible if the doors were dirty.

Kneeling in front of the fire she scrunched up some old newspaper, added some kindling and a handful of coal and touched a match to the edge of the paper, leaving it to catch as she ambled upstairs to get changed out of her work clothes.

Her bedroom was a bigger tip than the living room. There were clothes strewn all around, some dirty, some clean, with barely any carpet visible.

Sitting down on the bed she sighed deeply wondering how things had ever gotten this bad; how had she not realised how depressed she was and how it was changing her behaviour?

At work she was determined to be the same old Karen, she hadn’t even told them about Sue leaving, but at home it was different and the mask slipped away. Here she was surrounded by memories of their last 2 years together, 2 years that whilst not always perfect were spent loving each other, until 3 months ago, out of the blue, Sue had announced that she was leaving. Fuck!

Just as she’d pulled on a pair of jeans and a t shirt the phone rang, causing her to scan the room for evidence as to where it might be hiding under the detritus, eventually finding it and hitting the answer button.

‘Hey Karen, how you doing girl?’

‘Oh hi Lisa, I’m ok, how about you?’

‘I bumped into Sue in town today so don’t give me any of that “I’m fine” crap! Jesus Kaz we’re supposed to be buddies and yet I find out that you guys split up months ago and you didn’t even think to mention it? I’ve seen you at least 3 or 4 times since then and not a word!

You’re either really absolutely fine – which I doubt, or you’re in serious denial – which is possible, or more likely you’re absolutely heart broken but didn’t want to bother anyone!’

‘Oh’ and with that Karen’s tears started and she was sobbing incoherently down the phone to her friend.

‘Hold on Kaz, I’m on my way. Be there in 15 mins traffic permitting’ and the line went dead.

Karen hauled herself up off the bed as she heard Lisa’s car scrunch on the gravel drive, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose on an old pair of socks she found on the floor.

As she opened the door to her friend she was startled at the look of horror on Lisa’s face.

‘Jesus H Christ Kaz, you look like you’ve been run over by a fucking bus and what the hell happened in here – did you get burgled?!’ Lisa was never one to mince her words.

‘When was the last time you ate something?’

‘Lunchtime today’

‘and what did you eat?’

‘I wasn’t very hungry, I just had a bag of crisps’

‘and before then?’

The look of bewilderment told Lisa everything she needed to know. Karen didn’t look like she’d had a proper meal in weeks, so she swooped into the cottage and descended on the washing up like a dervish.

‘Karen Honey, I’m gonna make you something to eat but if I cook in this kitchen you’re gonna get food poisoning. Why don’t you go and take a nice long hot bath while I clean up and by the time you re-emerge I’ll have conjured up some food.

Then you can tell me all about it, ok?’

Karen just nodded and headed dutifully toward the stairs to go and run a bath; it was kind of nice being told what to do by someone who cared.

As she climbed out of the bath and back into some clothes she could smell something wonderful drifting up the stairs, making her stomach growl loudly.

“When was the last time I ate a proper meal?” she asked herself as she wandered down into the kitchen to find Lisa tending to a bubbling pan.

‘Nothing fancy I’m afraid cos your cupboards are pretty bare, but I managed to scare up the ingredients for some spicy tomato sauce and the pasta will be done in about 5 minutes, so grab some cutlery and go and sit down.’

A few minutes later Karen was presented with a steaming bowl of pasta, covered in fragrant, spicy tomato sauce. She ate with gusto, wolfing down every scrap until the bowl was clean.

Lisa took the empty bowl from her hands, deposited it into soapy water in the kitchen sink and sat on the sofa beside Karen.

‘Feel a bit better?’

‘Thanks Lisa, I think I really needed that.’

‘There’s plenty more sauce so stick it in the fridge once it’s cool and you have a ready meal for another time. Now – what the hell’s going on mate?’

So Karen started to explain the whole sorry saga. There had been no big fight, no falling tuzla escort out, no infidelity, but Sue was still lying to her family, her work colleagues and more than a few old friends about their couple status.

Basically she wasn’t ready to come out of the closet but also couldn’t cope with the lies and deceit any more.

Other than friends they had made as a couple or people she had been introduced to by Karen, just about everyone else thought that they were living together as friends and house mates, not as the couple they had been for the last 2 years.

Finally Sue stated that although she loved Karen, she couldn’t live a lie any more and then she left. Karen hadn’t seen or heard from her since and didn’t even know where she was living.

Karen was crying again by the time she finished, the hurt of that day rushing back into her soul and crushing her spirit all over again.

Lisa sat holding her sobbing friend until she finally ran out of tears.

‘Oh Karen, I’m so bloody sorry. You two were so good together, I thought you’d be partners for life; did you know she was still in the closet?’

‘Yeah, but it didn’t seem to be a problem. Sue didn’t see her family very often and I assumed that she’d tell them eventually when she was ready. I guess she just didn’t love me enough to do it for the sake of our relationship.

I was her first female partner and she still thinks of herself as a straight woman who had a bit of a “glitch” in her life because she fell in love with another woman. Maybe she’s right, maybe she really is straight and our relationship was just an aberration.

I still love her and much as she’s hurt me badly, I just hope she finds happiness in the end.’

‘That’s bloody magnanimous of you under the circumstances, I’m not sure I’d be so pleasant if it was me in your shoes.

I’m not sure if I should tell you this – I certainly don’t want to give you any false hope, but I’m pretty sure she really does still love you. When I bumped into her my initial words were “Hi, how you doing, where’s Karen?” to which she hung her head, stated that you’d split up, started crying and ran for the door!’

‘I know she still loves me, she told me as much, just not enough apparently.’ and with that Karen burst into tears again.

They spent the rest of the evening watching mindless TV and discussing any topic other than Sue and why she left and eventually Karen started to feel a bit more like her old self again. It was good to have company and Lisa was never one to allow too much self pity.

Once Lisa had left Karen went straight to bed and had the best night’s sleep she’d had since she’d been sleeping on her own, waking the next day feeling more refreshed and positive than she had for a while. She got up early, shopped for groceries and spent the rest of the day cleaning and tidying until the cottage gleamed from top to bottom.

Pleased with her efforts she decided to give herself a treat so she called a few friends to see if any of them were free to join her for a meal that evening but she’d left it too late, everyone already had plans.

She was invited to join some of them but didn’t really want a loud, raucous evening in a club or dyke bar, so she decided to go for a meal on her own anyway.

Quite often on a Saturday night her and Sue would visit their favourite curry house so Karen decided that was exactly what she would do. She would take a good book, her MP3 player and go and have a damn fine curry, convincing herself that she was perfectly capable of having a decent Saturday night on her own.

Her plans started to unravel as soon as she walked into the restaurant and the waiter greeted her with a smile and asked where her companion was this evening. She managed to keep her composure but it was a close run thing, so she decided to change her plans and get her meal as a takeaway instead.

Things then got slightly worse as she handed her bank card over to pay and realised that she’d ordered enough food for 2 people – it seemed some habits were hard to break. Driving home with the smell of deeply spiced food drifting through the car and even the radio was conspiring against her – it seemed every song they played was about failed love or broken hearts.

By the time she pulled up outside the house she was feeling pretty miserable again, but she was determined to lift herself out of her funk.

She served herself a generous portion of delicious Indian food, putting the rest aside to freeze, poured herself a large glass of good red wine, slipped one of her favourite thrillers into the DVD player and settled down for the evening.

By the time the film had ended and Karen had smoked a joint she was feeling pretty mellow and relaxed again, so she wandered upstairs to bed having decided to get up early and go for a long walk in the morning.

As she was pulling her bedroom curtains she noticed a strange car outside and it looked like there was someone sitting in the driver’s seat. This was unusual as there were only pendik escort 3 cottages in her little terrace; an elderly couple on one end, hers on the other end and the empty cottage in the middle that the owners used as an occasional weekend retreat, so late night visitors weren’t a common occurrence.

Walking downstairs without turning the lights back on she peered through the dining room window to get a better look and take the number plate of the car. Burglaries in the village were thankfully rare but there was no harm in being cautious.

The car was still there and there was definitely someone sitting in the driver’s seat but it was too dark to be able to see who or get the license number.

Karen was in a quandary – she even considered calling the police but then she decided she was just being paranoid and decided to go to bed.

She’d been snuggled under the covers for about 15 minutes before she realised the wine had made her thirsty and that she should get some water, so she threw on a robe and padded downstairs to the kitchen, peeking through the curtains again as she passed. Damn – the bloody car was still there!

On impulse she unlocked the front door to get a better look, thinking that maybe if she blatantly stared at them they would drive away but as she stood there watching nothing moved in the car.

It was then she realised that the windows were so steamed up the occupants probably couldn’t even see out of them – surely they weren’t sleeping out there? Maybe they had broken down? Now her curiosity was really piqued so she ran upstairs, threw on some jogging bottoms and a sweatshirt and headed back out of the front door to get a better look.

She was apprehensive as she approached the car, her mobile phone in her hand in case she needed to call for help, but even as she drew level with the drivers window there was no movement. Rapping on the glass she heard a startled cry from within the car and then a string of expletives but she wasn’t worried any more – she knew that voice oh-so-well.

‘Sue? What the hell are you doing out here woman?’

She heard the buzz of the window rolling down and slowly a tired and bedraggled Sue emerged into view.

‘Urm hi Karen.’

There were a lot of questions Karen wanted to ask but all that came out was ‘Why on earth are you sitting out here?’

‘I’m sorry, I’ll go. I should never have come. I fell asleep. I’m so sorry.’

Karen opened the driver’s door just as the engine started, stopping Sue from pulling away.

‘For gods sake come inside, I’ll put the kettle on.’ and she tugged Sue out of the car and guided her towards the open front door.

This had been Sue’s home for two years and yet she was awkward now, like a stranger visiting someone’s house for the first time. While Karen was making tea she sat on the sofa, then stood up again, then sat in an armchair, then stood up again before moving to sit on the floor in front of the dwindling embers of the fire to warm up. She’d been sitting in the car for a long time and the cold air seemed to have invaded her very bones, making her stiff and sore.

She wasn’t sure how long Karen had been standing there watching her before she felt her presence but she found it difficult to look at her, continuing to look at the ebbing glow instead.

‘You’re cold?’ It was more of a statement than a question but Karen registered Sue’s almost imperceptible nod.

‘Come here’ and she took Sue’s hand and settled her on the sofa, handed her a hot cup of tea and placed a warm blanket over her shoulders, before returning to the fire, adding wood and opening the air vents to help it catch quickly.

Karen had thoughts and questions rushing around her mind but she seemed incapable of actually forming a coherent sentence, so she sat silently next to Sue on the sofa, waiting to see if she offered any kind of explanation. After what seemed to be an eternity of awkward silence, Sue finally looked up at her and smiled weakly, tears forming in her eyes as she spoke.

‘I’m so sorry Karen, for everything. I’m sorry I hurt you, I’m sorry I didn’t at least offer you a proper explanation and I’m sorry for disturbing you tonight.

I didn’t mean to end up in the lane outside; I just went for a drive to clear my head and unconsciously came here, then I was crying too hard to drive and then I must have dozed off.’

The tears were flowing freely down Sue’s face now but Karen felt surprising calm and in control, wrapping her arm around Sue’s shoulders and pulling her in for a comforting hug.

‘Sue, what’s going on Babe? If you don’t love me any more then that’s fine but please tell me why you left, maybe then we can at least stay friends.’

‘I don’t want to be fucking friends!’ Raged Sue suddenly, taking Karen by surprise and making her jump ‘I want to be your partner! I want to be able to shout from the rooftops about the woman I’m in love with and show you off to the world. I want to be able to marry you and spend the rest of my days growing old maltepe escort with you!’

OK, so now Karen was seriously confused and although Sue had hurt her it was blatantly obvious that she was in a whole different world of pain. Her eye’s were blazing with a fury that Karen had never witnessed before and her whole body was trembling as she tried to contain her rage.

‘Sue, you need to calm down and tell me what’s going on. Talk to me for god’s sake – did it ever occur to you that I may be able to help?’ oh great, take one seriously angry and upset woman and then speak to them in the most patronising way you can manage – nice one Karen you doofus!

Sue span around, her eye’s bugging out with indignation as she started to splutter expletives but Karen jumped in first.

‘I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean it to come out like that, it’s just that you’re not making any sense. If you still love me and want to be with me then how come you left? Please Sue, start at the beginning and tell me what’s going on.’

‘Ok, but I’m going to need something stronger than tea, do you still keep a bottle of single malt in the cupboard?’

A couple of minutes later they were both sat cradling large crystal tumblers containing amber liquid and Sue had finally calmed down enough to speak rationally.

‘I’m not sure where to start or how to explain. Sometimes I think I’m the biggest coward in the world and other times I consol myself with the thought that I’m actually being brave and magnanimous buy putting other people’s feelings before my own – either way I’m as miserable as hell and I hurt you along the way, for which I’m truly, truly sorry.’

And then it all just seemed to tumble out and in a rush of words that were tripping over each other in their need for release Sue explained her problem.

‘You know I’m kind of Jewish right? Well my dad has never been religious, otherwise he’d never have married my mum who’s technically Christian, but one of his favourite sayings is “once a Jew always a Jew”. His dad is still very devout, observes the Sabat to the letter, always in the synagogue, would curl up and die rather than let pork or prawns past his lips – well, my dad is getting more like him as he gets older. I think he’s feeling his mortality and doesn’t want to take the chance of pissing god off if there really is a promised land after we die.

Do you remember when we went to the New Forest last winter? I remember looking up at you from the snowdrift you’d pushed me into during a snowball fight, your cheeks all rosy from the cold and exertion, a grin plastered onto your face like a 5 year old kid, and it finally hit me. Never in my life would I ever love someone the way I loved you. You meant the world to me in that moment; you still do, and I realised just how wrong it was of me to hide our love like I was ashamed of it – ashamed of you, so I resolved to tell me family about us the next time I saw them.’

‘I remember you coming back from visiting them in January. You were strange and upset and offish from then – right up until…..’

‘….I walked out. Yeah, I know. I was stunned when I saw my dad. He’s turned into another man, more devout than a bloody Rabbi – he’s driving my mum absolutely nuts with his “can’t eat that on a Friday / can’t eat that any day / you’re dress is too revealing etc etc and he spends all of his spare time at the fucking synagogue making up for the last 49 years!

I honestly think my mum would leave him if she had somewhere to go so the last thing I wanted to do was cause more upset and pain by telling her that her only daughter and possible source of grandkids is a bloody lesbian!’

Sue stopped long enough to take a large gulp of whiskey and when she looked up, Karen could see the inner turmoil behind her eyes and had to wonder to herself how she hadn’t noticed that Sue was in so much pain before she left.

‘Anyway, once I’d decided to tell my parents, and failed, hiding our relationship just became too hard to bear and it seemed so unfair on you that I didn’t know what to do. In the end I just snapped and ran away!’

‘Where have you been living Babe? Who’s car are you driving?’

‘I stayed with my mum for a couple of weeks until my dad drove me nuts with his religious bullshit – you know he actually had a go at me for wearing a pair of shorts and a short sleeved tee shirt! Since then I’ve been staying with an old college friend Sharon and her husband; the car belongs to her.’

Karen put her drink down and pulled Sue into a tight embrace, hugging her fiercely as she battled with her own roiling emotions. Part of her was so very angry with Sue for not trying to discuss this with her before now but another part of her was angry at herself for not noticing the anguish Sue must have been in.

‘I’m sorry you’ve been going through this shit Babe, and I’m sorry I never noticed you were in pain but I wish you’d have spoken to me.’

Sue looked into her eyes and saw the mixture of pain and concern on Karen’s face and before she knew it she had placed her lips on hers. God she felt like she had come home! The sadness, longing and hunger she had been feeling for the last 3 months were driven away in a flash and she couldn’t help but moan as Karen’s tongue sought hers in a dance they had performed so many times before.

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Author’s Note:

These scenes are from a full length novel I’m currently writing. Any feedback is welcome. I have shortened the scene to only include the steamier bits, and I may have missed editing out some things, so I apologize if there’s extraneous details that seem out of place.

*****

Evie went straight to her room. She went to her vanity and washed her face and hands with the fresh water and towels. As she dried her face, she heard a discrete scratching at the door.

“Emily? Please come in!” She called brightly. As Emily entered her shoulders sagged, and she adopted a lower tone, “Thank goodness you’re here. Please, help me out of this dress.”

“Yes, Evie,” Emily deftly unbuttoned Evie’s dress and carefully laid it on the back of a chair. She then, equally nimbly, untied the corset strings and pulled it over Evie’s head.

“If there is nothing else I can get for you, Evie, I will leave you to rest,” Emily said as she stood, straightening her skirts and turned to leave.

“Wait.”

With that one syllable, Emily stopped and felt her breath catch. Slowly, she turned back to face Evie. Evie stood silently, biting her lip as though she wasn’t sure wait to say. She regained her composure and began, “Emily, would you…” she paused, then took a deep breath, “Would you lay with me?”

Emily, stunned for an instant, didn’t know how to respond. She suddenly felt her cheeks blush, and she looked down before before stammering incoherently. Evie stepped towards her, and when Emily made no movement to retreat, Evie stood in front of her and took Emily’s hands. Emily’s blubbering stopped short.

“If you do not want to, I will not force you. I will not force you to do anything you don’t want to. We can just lay, and enjoy each others’ company until we fall asleep.”

Emily nodded.

Evie brought her fingers to the buttons istanbul escort bayan at Emily’s throat. “May I? So you can be comfortable, too?”

Again, Emily nodded.

Evie gently began undoing Emily’s buttons to reveal a plain shift underneath. Though mostly unremarkable, Evie thrilled at the sight of her beloved Emily in such an intimate item of clothing. She lowered the dress to the floor, and carefully arranged it on the chair with hers. She took Emily’s hand, and led her to the bed.

Evie pulled back the sheets, and got in, sliding to the other side. She lifted the sheets in invitation to Emily. Emily climbed in, and arranged herself to lie on her side facing Evie. Her hand was in the gap between them, and she felt Evie’s hand rise to meet hers.

Tenderly, Evie brought Emily’s hand to her lips and kissed her fingertips.

At the contact, Emily felt a thrill all the way down to her toes. She heard herself give a small moan of pleasure. Evie noticed. Slowly, still unsure of herself and what they were doing, Evie brought her face closer to Emily’s, and closed her eyes briefly. Suddenly, she felt Emily’s hand in her hair, and Emily’s lips on hers.

The two women kissed passionately as their hands began to wander. They ran their hands along arms, and waists, bravely reaching to lift the other’s skirt ever so slightly to allow run their fingers up further and further underneath. Emily suddenly pulled away.

“What’s wrong?” Evie looked worried.

“Evie, I want to see you,” Emily said, sounding much braver than she felt, “I want to see you like I did this morning.”

Evie smiled, throwing back the bedclothes and sitting up. Emily followed suit. Evie, with a teasing, seductive grin on her face, said, “You mean you want to see everything?”

Emily nodded.

Evie continued, while ataşehir outcall escorts slowly lifting the hem of her chemise, “Do you want to just look?”

Emily shook her head, furiously blushing again.

“Tell me what else you want to do.”

“I want to touch you.”

“Excellent answer,” Evie dropped her hem, leaned forward and kissed Emily again before bringing her lips to her ear and whispering, “Do you want to show me everything, too? Do you want me to look at you and to touch you back?”

Emily felt so many sensations at once. Evie’s hot breath on her skin, those decadent lips teasing her ear, her nipples hardening, and the growing wetness between her legs. She moaned again, “Yes, Evie, yes I want all of that!”

Evie pulled the chemise of her head and flung it away from the bed. “Show me,” she purred at Emily.

With no hesitation, Emily pulled her shift off and dropped it somewhere over the edge of the bed. Immediately she grabbed hungrily at Evie, and the two began kissing again. They fell back against the bed, first with Evie on top, then rolling for Emily to be on top.

Emily sat up and admired Evie’s nude form. She leaned down to kiss her lady’s lips, then cheeks, then collarbones. She captured Evie’s hands and held them over their heads, and leaned back up as her fingers ran from Evie’s wrists to her shoulders.

Though she was enjoying the feeling of their wetness rubbing and mixing together, she scooted down to be able to see Evie in her entirety. As she moved down, so did her hands. Emily cupped Evie’s generous breasts and massaged them gently. Evie moaned and wriggled underneath, but kept her hands twisted in the sheets above her head.

Emily watched in delight before bringing her lips to the luscious nipples. She kissed each one, then stuck out her tongue to swirl it around istanbul escort the hardening tip.

“Oh Emily! That feels amazing! Let me do it to you!” The two women giggled and switched places. Evie followed Emily’s lead, running her hands down Emily’s arms, finding her breasts, teasing her nipples.

“Evie!” Emily cried, albeit quietly, “Evie, you were right, it feels so good!”

The two women passed a little more time kissing each other, running fingers and lips along ears, necks, collarbones, and breasts. Eventually, they crawled back underneath the covers and curled their bodies together. They fell into a light sleep.

Emily startled awake to the chiming of the hall clock. She counted the chimes. Seven. She gently got out of bed, put on her shift and dress. As she was buttoning, she heard stirring from the bed.

“Come back to bed, my darling. It is so cold now,” Evie cooed.

“I cannot. And you cannot stay, either. We must get you ready for the opera this evening. We only have an hour to get you ready.”

Evie sat up suddenly, “Oh dear. We had best hurry then. Would you please fetch the white evening gown with the red bodice?”

“Of course, Evie.” Emily pulled out the gown, matching slippers, and white kid gloves.

She looked at Evie, who had moved to her vanity, and was perched on the chair putting on her cream and cosmetics still completely nude.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come help rub this in?” Evie asked, turning on the chair as she dabbed a cream in dots down her chest, breasts, stomach, thighs, and arms.

Without a word, Emily began rubbing in the lotion, leaving a trail of kisses as she did. Mindful of the limited time, she did not dare linger as she so desperately wanted to. As soon as she was done, Evie turned around. Emily started working on the mussed hair.

Evie leaned slightly forward to reach her drawer. She pulled a string of pearls out. “Here, this will be perfect in my hair for this evening.”

“Evie, I do adore this view of you, but ought we put on your chemise and corset first?”

“I suppose you’re right. We ought to,” Evie pouted, “But I would really rather not!”

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I wake up the next morning to light kisses on my neck. I smile, my eyes still closed and reach out to touch a silky smooth back, running my fingertips up and down the skin.

“Good morning sexy” is whispered into my neck. I smile and open my eyes, adjusting to the light and looking down at the most beautiful face.

“Good morning baby girl” I reply, leaning down and kissing her softly. She reacts straight away, kissing back and pushing her tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss.

My arms wrap themselves around her back as she tangles her hands in my hair, moving more of her body on top of mine, never breaking the kiss. I seriously can’t get enough of this woman, as I feel my body reacting to her touches, with a familiar warm feeling travelling from my abdomen, straight to my pussy.

She kisses her way down my chin and neck as I sink into the pillows, enjoying the touch of her lips on my skin. I gasp as she takes a nipple in her mouth, sucking softly and nipping gently with her teeth.

My hands go straight to her hair, tangling my fingers in her long tresses, as I pull her back up and kiss her hard. She moans into my mouth as our tongues wrestle and I flip us so I’m now straddling her sexy hips. I slow the kiss down a little, putting as much feeling and passion into it as I can, rubbing my hands up and down her arms, feeling goose-bumps form underneath my fingertips.

We both smile as I break the kiss and lean my forehead on hers, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“I want you” she whispers, not breaking the moment.

“I want to take you” I whisper back. She kisses me tenderly and I know we are definitely on the same page. I smile at her as she giggles and kisses up my cheek to my ear.

“What are you waiting for darling? Take me.” I waste no time at her declaration and scoot down her body, sucking hard on a nipple that was looking so inviting. She moans and grabs my head, as I flick her nipple with the tip of my tongue and trail my hand down her ribs. I move my hand into her panties, stroking her slit and feeling her wetness coat my fingers. I push down on her clit, hearing her whimper as I kiss my way down her body and pull her panties off at the same time.

“Darling, please, don’t tease me” she begs, arching her back and pushing her hips up. I take her clit in my mouth, sucking at the little nub, flicking and nibbling it while pushing a finger inside her slowly. “Oh god” she breathes out, tangling her hands in my hair and pushing my head down into her. I know she’s hinting for more so I push another finger inside her and start increasing my pace slowly.

I hear her take a sharp breath as I curl my fingers slightly, and look up at her. She looks so beautiful, hair splayed around her, eyes shut istanbul rus escort tight and she’s biting her lip. I focus back on my task, thrusting my fingers faster and deeper inside her as I scoot the upper half of my body next to hers, pushing my palm into her clit with each thrust and I take her nipple in my mouth again.

“Oh my god Bells” she moans, her juices running down my fingers as I quickly move up and take her lips in mine, kissing her fervently. She returns the kiss, one hand on my face, the other on the back of my neck, caressing my skin. I lean my forehead on hers, feeling the light sheen of sweat all over our bodies, increasing my pace yet again, my thumb on her clit, pounding two fingers inside her deep.

I keep the fast pace going, alternating between palming her clit and pushing down on it with my thumb. Her breaths get shorter and her moans louder as her body reacts to my touches and thrusts. I know she will cum soon so I slow my pace down a little, curling my fingers ever so slightly.

“Yes darling, right there, yes!” her eyes shut tight as her words spur me on even more.

I can feel the muscles in my arm burning but I keep the same tempo, watching her propel her hips up in time with my thrusts. She looks so beautiful as my eyes take in her body, back arched, hair all sexy and wild, like an untamed beast, I know her body is reacting to animalistic urges.

I start to increase my pace again as I feel her walls clutching onto my fingers and i know she’s going to cum very shortly. I push my fingers as deep and hard as I can and curl them hard.

She’s moaning even louder now, breaths coming out in short pants and she cums, screaming my name and her pelvis thrusts involuntarily. It is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I know this sexual encounter is different to the ones in the last few days, this feels more like making love, not just fucking.

I slow down my pace, drawing out her orgasm as much as long as possible as I kiss her softly. I sit up and pull my fingers out, sucking on them, tasting her juices on my fingers as I look at her. She looks like she’s about to fall asleep, her eyes closing so I pull the blankets over her, kiss her forehead and get up to go shower.

I’m standing in my bathroom, humming softly to myself as I wait for the water to heat up and I feel a pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist and a very warm naked body pressed up against my back.

“Well hello there beautiful” I murmur as my hands hold hers that are linked around my tummy.

“Hi yourself sexy” she whispers into my neck, kissing the skin softly. I gasp at the sudden contact and push my head back as she continues kissing the back of my neck, lips grazing ataşehir eve gelen escort my skin. I gasp again and turn around in her arms kissing her softly.

“How did you know that was my weak spot?” I ask, breaking the kiss. She laughs and gives my bum a playful squeeze.

“Lucky guess darling.” I giggle and pull her into the shower, under the hot water.

She kisses me again as the water cascades over us, and I am so content in this moment. Her hands push themselves between our bodies and she gently pinches my nipple, rolling it in between her thumb and index finger. I close my eyes and groan, feeling the sensation go straight to my pussy.

“Your nipples are so sexy darling” she whispers into my ear before biting down on my ear lobe.

I groan again in reply as her other hand creeps down my body to my slit as she starts lazily stroking it.

“Fuck baby girl” I pant as her fingers are doing amazing things to my body.

“That’s the idea darling” she replies as she pushes a finger into me. I moan and she adds another finger quickly.

“I want to make you cum right now” she grumbles.

“Do whatever you want to me baby girl. I’m yours.” I whimper. She starts thrusting her fingers, her other hand on my shoulder to keep me sturdy as my right hand goes behind her on the wall and my left hand is on the back of her neck, keeping her close to me. I’m still so turned on from earlier so I know I won’t last long.

“More” I whine as I thrust my hips in time with her fingers. She increases the pace at my begging and curls her fingers inside me. I feel my body jolt as I cum hard, moaning her name over and over like a mantra.

“Fuck Hailey, yes, fuck oh my god”. She removes her fingers when my body stops twitching and pulls me in for a frantic heated kiss.

I kiss back hard, rubbing my hands up and down her back and ass.

“You’re so sexy when you cum” she laughs.

“Speak for yourself baby girl” I reply, reaching behind her to grab my shower gel. We clean each other, exploring every inch of the other’s body, finding out weak spots. She already knows the back of my neck is mine, but I discover massaging her hips is hers. I happily file this information in my head for future reference.

I rummage through my closet, looking for something to wear as she finishes up in the bathroom. I pull on a pair of army cargo pants and a long sleeved V neck shirt as she comes in wearing nothing but a towel. I laugh and pull at the corner of it.

“I like your outfit” I smirk at her.

“Psssh” she replies and goes through my underwear drawer. “I’m borrowing your underwear darling, someone made mine wet last night”.

“That’s fine with me baby girl” I escort bayan laugh and walk out to the kitchen to make us coffee as she finishes getting changed.

Ryan finds us at the table an hour later, to empty plates with a few remanent pieces of bacon and toast left.

“Oh, I missed out on breakfast?” he asks, looking around the kitchen at the dirty dishes.

“I cooked a plate for you, it’s in the oven” I reply, not even looking up from the paper.

“Aww yeah! This is why we’re best friends” he laughs as he sits down with his plate of breakfast.

Hailey laughs at our antics and I look up from my paper at her, smiling as she blushes at me.

“So what’s on the agenda for today ladies?” Ryan asks, with a mouthful of food. It actually sounded like ‘Saw whaf on the a ginger for rooday radies?’ but I’ve known him so long that I’m used to it.

“Sadly, I need to go soon because I’m spending the afternoon with my family for my brother’s birthday” Hailey replies, taking a sip of her tea.

“I’m driving her home then we are going to do housework” I say to Ryan, not blinking.

“Oh. Well, guess I won’t make plans” he replies laughing. I fold the newspaper and push it to the side and stand up, taking our plates to the sink.

“I’ll be back later” I say to Ryan as Hailey stands up to grab her things. I take my keys and wallet from the table and put on a jacket. I notice Hailey walk out of my room with one of my grey hoody’s on. I laugh and walk out, unlocking the car and opening the door for Hailey. She smiles and gives me a short, chaste kiss.

We spend the drive back to hers talking about everything and anything, I tell her about upcoming projects I have at work and she tells me about a creepy male co-worker who always hits on her. I grit my teeth at that, feeling jealousy bubble inside me, but push it down, knowing we haven’t established what our relationship is yet.

I manage to find a parking spot at the front of her apartment complex and walk her to the front door. She wraps her arms around me and muffles something into my shoulder.

“What was that baby girl?” I pull back and look at her confused.

“I said, umm, are we dating?” she asks, blushing and staring at the ground. I smile big and use a finger to tilt her chin up so she’s looking at me. I kiss her softly and ask

“Hailey, will you be my girlfriend?” after we break the kiss.

She squeals and throws herself back into me with a muffled

“yes!” into my shoulder. I laugh and wrap my arms around her, holding her tight to me.

“I’ll call you tonight darling” she says, dropping her arms but still staying in my hold.

“Ok beautiful, can’t wait” I reply and kiss her again. She smiles and takes her keys and goes inside, but not without waving shyly at me while she waits for the elevator. I smile back and watch her disappear into the grey doors. I walk back to my car and drive off with a triumphant fist pump in the air. I’m already planning a great second date for us, but a first date officially as a couple. I can’t wait.

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For several months now I had been fixated by the woman on the bus, always the same bus, there was only one every half hour. I had first noticed her smart business-like appearance, she always had a very expensive looking suit on. By now, I had counted somewhere around fifteen different suits, or combinations. She always had tights or stockings with gorgeous high heel shoes. I knew she sometimes wore stockings because I saw the top of one when she was in the middle of rising from her seat and the bus gave a sudden lurch, she had been thrown back to the seat, a little untidily, and there was that glimpse.

Her bearing seemed to radiate disdain for her fellow travellers, or maybe, it was just total indifference.

I had studied her so closely, I couldn’t believe at times that she hadn’t been aware of my scrutiny, but she never showed any sign that she had.

I guessed her to be, probably, eight to ten years older than my twenty. I was a fairly confident person, but I reckoned that she left me standing. At times she almost looked haughty, although, I felt that was a bit unfair of me.

I envied her beauty, her sense of style, her bearing, well, everything really.

To this point, I hadn’t had, not even the vaguest, sexual thought about her, it’s not what it was about, it was simply fascination.

Then came a day, when I was stood right next to her, with the bus filled to capacity. The first thing I became aware of, was her perfume, not powerful, just subtly beautiful and obviously very expensive. I wished I knew what it was.

Several times, I was pushed against her, not much more than a touch, but enough to give me a false sense of intimacy with her. She, however, showed not the slightest sign of noticing.

A few days later, I found myself stood next to where she was seated. She was reading some brochure or other held in one hand, the other hand holding the side of the seat in front, steadying herself.

A rather large guy wanted to squeeze passed me, so I inched forward a little but still, he pushed me further, the bus was as usual, packed. Suddenly, I became aware that the front of my skirt was pressed against the knuckles of her hand. My natural reaction was to try and move back but I found that I couldn’t, the guy doing the squeezing by, was simply too big. I fact, my crotch was now pressed quite hard to the hand, with no immediate escape.

Then he was passed and I could move away from the touch. I glanced at her, but just, as usual, there was no indication that she’d even noticed.

I, however, felt myself flush, the contact had been electric and I realised that it had excited me. I felt disgusted with myself for such feelings.

The woman’s voice, shook me from my thoughts, “Excuse me, would you mind, I need to get out,” a hand lightly touched my arm. It was her.

I tried to make enough space for her as I could but it hadn’t really been enough, her arm was pressing on my breasts as she manoeuvred by, then she was gone.

My nipples tingled in response to the touch, I could feel them stiffening and I was horrified, feeling them clearly pressing at my front. I quickly sat in the now vacant seat, as I pulled my cardigan across my front. I self consciously looked to see whether anyone else had been aware of my frontal display. No one was, but had I seen the woman glance back at me as she got to the front of the bus? There was now a definite tingle between my legs, I felt close to tears with embarrassment.

Further journeys followed with her invariably some distance from me. She showed not the slightest awareness of me. Until one day, I had taken a vacated seat. The driver had shouted for people to, “Move along the bus please”, as they do, and there she was, stood beside me, our positions reversed from the previous similar encounter.

On the same stretch of twisty road where she’d had to hang on, I had to do the same. Her backside bumped against my hand, then was gone. It was repeated once or twice more. I was staring at her ass, thinking what a beautiful shape it was. As I looked, her body turned around, and exactly as had happened to me, someone wanted by.

My eyes were glued to my hand, strange thoughts going through my mind. Would her front touch me? I realised with a shock that it was what I was waiting for. Then it did, again just a brief bump, seconds later though, it was repeated but seemed to press against my knuckles for longer. This happened several more times until the bus hit a bad bump and I felt her crotch grinding on my hand.

I dragged my eyes away, trying to sneak a look at her face. She was looking toward the front of the bus. Then I saw her as she reached for the ‘stop’ button. My hand went between her legs as she stretched, I could actually feel the heat. Then she was gone.

I found that day a struggle, my thoughts simply kept returning to the bus ride, how close her pussy had been to my hand, only separated by the material of her clothes. Each time my thoughts dwelt on it, I would feel my face get hot and my panties were definitely getting bostancı escort wet, I found myself pressing my fingers down between my legs.

Finally, I gave in, I rushed to the washroom, thank God it was empty, then I was sat with my panties around my ankles, furiously rubbing my clit. It must have been the quickest orgasm that I’ve ever had, my body had needed the release but it didn’t take away the tension within me.

My thoughts for this woman had now changed. I craved for her touch. I sat there for ages with my eyes closed, dreaming of her body against mine, even of her undressing me and then to touch me. All this time, I had been unconsciously playing with my clit again. I felt another orgasm building up, I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to imagine it was her wanking me, and I reached my other hand under, to force my fingers up my pussy. I almost fell off the toilet seat, as I climaxed, it was shattering this time, mind-blowingly intense.

Some days later I was waiting for the bus, I now carried my coat, the rain had cleared and it was now quite warm.

When I had got on, I saw her standing further along the bus but she didn’t look my way.

There was a vacant window seat, I excused myself to the guy sat next to it and squeezed in. It was a couple of stops later when he stood to leave. Suddenly, she was there beside me. My heart skipped and I knew I was flushing deep red, I just couldn’t help it.

It was barely a moment later when I felt her hand press against the outside of my thigh. I went rigid with shock, I couldn’t move, even had I wanted to.

Her hand was hidden by the coat laid over my lap. Her eyes gazed down the bus as if everything were normal. But they weren’t!

Her fingers caressed along my leg, sometimes gently squeezing. My hands were clenched together on top of my coat, I could see the knuckles turning white.

The hand was on top of my leg, I felt her grip my skirt and then it was sliding up my legs. Her hand went beneath the hem and she was pushing my legs apart before her hand was gliding between my thighs. The touch of her on my bare skin sent shivers through my body, her hand continued until I felt her fingers at the front of my panties. They pressed, hard into my pussy.

I heard her voice, just a whisper, “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

I didn’t want to, but I croaked a soft sigh of, “Yes.”

She was rubbing hard at my clit, as I tried desperately to sit still in my seat.

“My stops coming in a minute, I won’t be able to finish you, but I’m going to give you my card, will you ring me?”

“Yes, I will, as soon as I get to work.”

She took a card from a wallet she’d had in her suit jacket, “You will ring?”

“Yes, I promise.” I looked at the card and saw that her name was Angelica Davis, her job title astonished me, but then again, it did fit her image, she was Operations Director.

When I got to my work desk, I was the only one there. There are normally only three of us in my room. Of course, I thought, Beth was away on a course for a couple of days and Tim was on holiday. An ideal opportunity to phone Angelica right away.

I waited nervously while the phone rang, then a strange voice answered, “Good morning, Ms Davis’ office, how may I help?”

Of course, I was thrown, I didn’t know what to answer as I hadn’t told Angelica my name. “Oh, er, she’s expecting a call from me, Jenny Peters.”

“Ah, are you her travelling companion?”

That was easy, “Yes, that’s me.”

Seconds later, a more familiar voice came on, “You called then, your name’s Jenny, my secretary tells me. I did hope you would, I was a little worried that I might have pushed you a little too quickly on the bus, did I?”

“No, you didn’t. I know I was nervous, but I’ve been dreaming about you for ages.”

“And what do you dream about me, Jenny, please don’t be shy with me, I think we can say that we’ve passed that point, don’t you?”

But I did feel shy, I’ve never spoken to anyone about this sort of thing, and I really didn’t expect it to be a woman if I did. “I, well, I think about you touching me.”

“How do you mean, touching you, Jenny? And do you do anything about it when you think of me?”

“After you rubbed against my hand that day, I had a terrible day at work, I kept thinking of your front rubbing my hand and I got very hot and bothered, I had to go to the washroom.”

“Yes, that was a nice feeling your knuckles rubbing into my pussy. So come on, finish telling me what you did.”

“I was so wet and tingly, I had to go and play with myself and while I did, I pretended it was you doing it to me.”

“And?”

“I had two orgasms in a few minutes. And then today when you touched me, I was so close again, if there had been one more stop I would have cum.”

“Do you want to know what I’m doing now, Jenny, just listening to your voice and your little story? I have my skirt pulled up and my panties are around my ankles, my fingers are in my pussy and ataşehir otele gelen escort I’m wanking myself. Are you alone, can you join me?”

I hitched my skirt, then pushed the crotch of my soaking wet panties aside. My fingers dived on my clit, “I’m playing with my clit now, Angelica, I do so love your name.”

“I wish that was me playing with you right now, Jenny, can I kiss your little clit for you?”

“Oh, yes please, I wish you would, and will you put some fingers inside my pussy and wank me?” So, I pushed three fingers as deep as I could inside myself, “Angelica, you’ve got three fingers inside me now, it feels so nice.”

“Fuck!” Jenny, I’m going to cum, are you ready to cum for me yet?” Her words shocked me, they didn’t fit her image at all.

I couldn’t answer properly, I was already there, my climax was building fast, “Ohhhhhh, I, oh shiiiiiiit!” I stammered as it hit me

I could hear Angelica moaning and saying, “That’s it, cum for me baby.”

Then I was soaked, “Oh fuck!”

“What’s the matter, baby? Tell me.”

“I think I just peed myself, the floors soaked. You made me cum so hard, I’ve got to clean up before someone comes,” then I giggled, realising what I had said.

“Jenny, can you get an afternoon off, or maybe an extended lunch break?”

“I’ll see what I can do and then ring you, is that okay?”

“Yes, I want to see you today, in fact, I must see you today. Do your best, my little lover. Thanks for making me cum by the way. Oh, and keep thinking about my pussy that’s waiting just for you.”

I could have swooned, I was over the moon, all my dreams were coming true.

I couldn’t wait for lunch time to come around, the clock hands didn’t seem to move. My boss had been quite happy for me to take the afternoon off, there was nothing very much going on.

I rang Angelica’s work, the secretary said she was in a meeting but had been expecting me to call. She asked me what time I would be available and what my work address was, explaining that a car would pick me up out front. It seemed an afterthought when she asked what I liked to drink

Wow! I thought, little me being picked up by a company car, that’ll give them something to talk about around the office.

My chauffeur driven car dropped me outside the facade of the huge building, the driver opened my door for me before I had time to do it myself, he pointed the main entrance, “The desk will be expecting you, Miss Peters.”

The lift took me to the eleventh floor, I’d never been so high before. The door open to an incredibly expensive looking reception area, A smart older lady sat at a desk. “You must be Jenny,” she said, “Angelica wasn’t wrong, you are very pretty,” she continued, giving me an appreciative look. There was a twinkle in her eye when I blushed. She beckoned me to follow her and led me into an office, the like of which I’ve never seen. A huge antique desk dominated one part of the room, various folders neatly stacked on it.

The other half of the room had two massive brown leather sofas, a beautiful large glass low table between them. There were a few other pieces of furniture dotted about.

Two glasses and a bottle of white wine in an ice bucket were on the table, next to them was a tray of chocolates.

“Angelica asked me to apologise, she won’t be very long. Help yourself to some wine and make yourself comfortable, you won’t be disturbed by anyone.”

I poured myself a glass, it was absolutely delicious, never have I tasted anything like it, I bet it was expensive. I studied the label, I’d never heard of it, quickly I jotted it down in my notebook, ‘Pernand Vergelesses Premier Cru 2015’. I knew it was a Burgundy, it said so on the back, but other than that, it meant nothing, except I loved it.

I had only just sat on the sofa, when Angelica walked in, “Hello, Jenny, my love, sorry I kept you, something came up I needed to deal with, but now I’m free, there’ll be no calls for at least the next couple of hours. Oh, I see you have some wine, I hope you like it?”

“It’s incredible, you’re spoiling me, it must cost a bomb.”

“It’s what I have for special visitors and you’re certainly that,” Angelica told me.

I knew I was blushing again, she seemed to make me do that a lot, but I did feel pleased.

She poured herself a glass then came and sat beside me, she chinked her glass to mine and said, “Here’s to us,” then she took a sip.

She took my glass from me and placed them both on the table. Her hands took hold of my own, her knee touching mine, as she studied my face. “You’re beautiful you know, now, will you kiss me please?” As she pulled me towards her.

Now remember that I’ve never been kissed by a woman, I didn’t know what to expect and I felt extremely nervous, but I watched her lips as they came close to mine.

Her lips were so soft, so gentle as they feathered mine, I looked up at her eyes, she was still watching me. She whispered to me, “Let yourself go, my love, don’t be afraid, istanbul escort you want to love me, I can see it in your eyes, and I so want to love you.”

Then she kissed me properly, I felt myself sink into her arms. The kiss seemed to last forever, I was in Heaven, at last, this woman was touching me, I never wanted the kiss to end. Her tongue teased my lips, I opened to her and her tongue came into my mouth, searching for my own, they danced together, round and round they twirled, I felt myself shiver, even though the room was warm.

She pressed me back, to lay on the sofa, as her hand cupped my breast. I heard myself moaning softly from deep in my throat as she caressed and squeezed my breast, I stroked along her arm to her hand and then pressed it harder to me. “Angelica, please love me, I’ve been yearning for this moment, I’m not afraid anymore, tell me what to do, what you want.”

She broke from our kiss, pushing up a little, “I want to see you, may I?” As she reached for the buttons of my blouse. Slowly she undid them from the top first, she spread the blouse wider as she went, gradually exposing my bra. The thought crossed my mind, thank God I had one of my really pretty ones on today.

“Beautiful!” Was all she said. Then she pulled me up so she could pull my blouse off, “A front fastener, how convenient,” she said and snapped my bra apart.

Her head dropped to my breasts, I felt her hot breath before her lips fastened around a nipple. It didn’t get bigger, it couldn’t, my nipples were both, already larger and harder than I had known before.

Her tongue circled around and then I felt her teeth nip and pull, I gasped aloud, then I heard her say, “You like that, mmm, so do I.”

She came back up to kiss me, as I felt her hands at my waist, they were unfastening my skirt. She sat up and slid away from me, as her hands took hold of my skirt and panties at the same time, then she eased them down, with her eyes fastened on my body as more and more was uncovered.

I lifted my hips to ease the way, then they were off. I lay still as her gaze feasted, she was smiling. A hand came to caress my stomach, her fingers tracing in circles as she teased. “No hair,” I just heard her whisper.

Her face leaned down to my mound and her lips kissed, her fingers now very lightly tracing over the lips to my pussy, I could barely feel them, but it was enough to make me clench.

Her lips followed her fingers down, “You smell divine, my love, I knew you would.”

Her tongue probed, and I jerked hard, as she then delved between my lips, it was bliss.

My hands were at my breasts and I tweaked and pulled on my nipples.

Fingers were now easing inside me, feeling me, caressing my inside, it was so gentle and loving.

I almost shouted when her lips enfolded my clit. She had pulled one of my legs off the sofa and now knelt between my thighs. Her mouth continued to work at my clit, sucking, nibbling, and kissing. I could feel my body responding, it was reaching for a climax.

She felt my urgency, “Cum for me baby, let it go.”

I convulsed violently, my hips thrusting to meet her, then I was on a wave, the orgasm driving me wild, I could hear the strange noises I was making, I didn’t care, this woman was taking me somewhere I’d never been before.

She was stroking my face, gentle kisses on my lips, “Did you like that little one?”

I grabbed her face and pulled her lips hard to mine, and I kissed her harder than I knew I could. A kiss built of passion and the love I knew I felt for her.

“Wow,” she said, “that was some kiss.”

She reached for our wine and passed me mine, I gulped a mouthful even though I knew it was wrong. I needed it.

“Will you undress for me now please, Angelica?”

She stood, pulling me up with her, “No, you undress me.”

I smiled and ran my hands over her, feeling her shape, her shoulder, the bulge of her breasts and her hips. I pressed a little between her legs as she spread them wider.

I unbuttoned her jacket, folding it carefully, to place on the table. Then I felt the outline of her breasts, squeezing through the material. I leaned and kissed her throat, as my fingers worked on her blouse. then I was kissing the top of her breasts, I was now desperate to see them. I lost my will to go slowly and snatched her blouse off her shoulders to let it fall behind. She saw my need, so she reached behind to undo her bra, easing the straps from her shoulders until it fell away.

I gazed in awe at the beauty of her breasts, I hadn’t seen another woman’s before, I was dumbstruck, I just stared. Finally, she reached and pulled my head to her, I opened my mouth to take a nipple between my lips, it felt so good, I could’ve sucked forever.

Her hands took hold of mine, guiding them to her skirt top, I found the button and then the zipper, and eased it down over her ass. I pushed the back of her skirt down as she gave a wiggle, then it was in a heap at her ankles. She stepped out from it, then pulling me with her, she walked backwards to her desk. Her bum rested against it as she spread her legs wider. Her hands guided my head to her stomach, I took the hint, planting kisses everywhere. My fingers lowered the top of her panties, my mouth following. I came to a tiny triangle of hair and I paused for my tongue to trickle through it.

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Susan met Rachel at an afternoon wedding party and she fell in love before the day was finished. Rachel seemed spectacular, a tall and elegant advertising executive with a bright smile and penetrating hazel eyes. Her bobbed dark hair accentuated an oval face with a pert nose and full red lips. She wore a clinging white dress, her square shoulders bare. Her large breasts and long legs captivated Susan. Did she like women? Susan had no idea. She hadn’t come to the party expecting to meet anyone interesting. But even if Rachel was straight, Susan wanted to enjoy her presence.

Rachel, far from straight, thought Susan had possibilities. She usually liked her women younger, but Susan had a youthful charm, an innocence in her appearance and body language. And Rachel could see the interest in Susan’s eyes. Could she get Susan to bed after the party? If not later, then maybe another time. She found the party boring, the people dull, and she was thankful she had Susan to distract her.

As they chatted at the party, Susan’s eyes returned again and again to the fullness of Rachel’s breasts revealed by her low-cut scoop neckline. Rachel was a head taller than Susan, her breasts almost at the level of Susan’s eyes. Susan found it difficult not to imagine things. What would the nipples be like? The breasts looked more like a D cup than a C cup. How soft would they be? She loved toying with and sucking large breasts. Susan’s last lover had had bountiful breasts and Susan missed them. She thought her own breasts too girlish. She had nothing bountiful about her. She had a lean athletic body with muscular legs and thighs–appealing to some women but hardly all. She thought she had an ordinary face. She was never too successful with women, at least not successful enough to feel confident.

Rachel was aware of Susan’s eyes on her breasts, aware and pleased. Her breasts had always been an asset in her affairs with women, even with women who had as much as she had. She imagined Susan’s pretty mouth licking and sucking her nipples. It would be nice, indeed.

After a while Rachel smiled. “I guess I’m overexposed.”

Susan looked at her. “Overexposed?”

“My boobs. You keep staring at them. Maybe this dress is too low-cut for this sort of party.”

Susan blushed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…”

Rachel chuckled. “Don’t be sorry, I like it. Look all you want. You look at me and I’ll look at you.”

“I’m not much to look at.”

“Nonsense. I think you’re very attractive.”

“I’m flattered.”

Rachel gave Susan an up-and-down look. “We should get to know each other better.”

Susan nodded. “Yes, I’d like that.”

In a low voice, Rachel popped the question: “Do you date women?”

“Yes I do.”

“Good. So do I.”

From that moment on their conversation became a flirtation. They learned they were each unmarried, unattached, and with a need to be discreet. Rachel whispered: “You can keep looking at my boobs. Do you like what you see?”

Susan whispered back: “Very much so.”

Later, as the sun set, when Rachel invited Susan to her apartment for coffee, Susan quickly agreed. Of course the coffee was an excuse, and after twenty minutes in Rachel’s lovely home they were on one of the sofas in the large living room. Rachel made the first move, the first kiss gentle and tender. Then they kissed again, and this time the kiss was more passionate. During another kiss, they stroked each other’s arms and shoulders and back, and finally Rachel cupped one of Susan’s small breasts, squeezed it gently through Susan’s bodice and bra, and said, “You excite me.”

“And you me.”

“It’s been a long day. Are you tired?”

“A little.”

“Lie down and put your head in my lap.”

Susan lay with her head in Rachel’s lap as Rachel talked about herself and stroked Susan’s hair. Rachel told Susan how at the party she had immediately been drawn to Susan’s looks. “When I didn’t see you with a man, I starting hoping you might be gay.”

Susan thought it amazing that a woman like Rachel was attracted to her. She was fascinated by Rachel’s natural authority. It seemed miraculous to be lying so relaxed on Rachel’s lap. How had it happened so fast? She felt so comfortable with Rachel, as though she’d known her for years.

As Susan turned her head, the right side of her face lightly grazed Rachel’s left breast, a brief but electric contact. When Susan looked up, their eyes met and Rachel smiled down at her. “You like them, don’t you? My breasts?”

“They’re lovely.”

“You haven’t seen anything.”

“I can tell.”

“Just my tits?”

“Everything.”

“You’re naughty.”

“I think I’m old enough to be naughty.”

Rachel smiled and slipped the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. Then she dropped the front of the dress to reveal her breasts encased in a half-sheer white bra.

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Susan’s voice was husky. “Yes.”

“Would you like to suck awhile?”

“Very much so.”

Rachel unsnapped the front clasp of her bra, and her freed breasts dropped over Susan’s face. Holding her left breast, Rachel fed the nipple into Susan’s mouth. “Go on, baby, suck it.”

Susan sucked the dark nipple with her eyes closed. Rachel stroked Susan’s hair as Susan tenderly sucked the extended teat. After awhile, Rachel slid her hand down to Susan’s thighs, pulled the hem of Susan’s dress up to her waist. When Susan opened her thighs, Rachel gripped and squeezed Susan’s sex through her pantyhose and panties. The rhythmic gripping with Rachel’s thumb on Susan’s clitoris soon brought Susan to a peak, and she had her first orgasm of the evening with Rachel’s breast filling her mouth.

After that they became frenetic. Rachel took Susan to her bedroom, quickly removed Susan’s clothes, made her lie on the wide bed and used her fingers to work Susan’s core. Susan melted under the attack. Rachel had a marvelous aggressive way of using her fingers, grinding her knuckles into Susan’s sex as Susan groaned with pleasure.

Still dressed, her eyes feasting on her prize, Rachel kept her fingers moving. “Such a juicy pussy. Come on, honey, let go and come for me.”

Hearing Rachel call her pussy juicy did it for Susan. She heaved her belly and came with a loud groan and a series of shudders.

Rachel was pleased. She pulled her hand away and sucked the juices off her fingers. Then she made Susan pull her knees back and she bent down to suck Susan’s drenched cunt. She gorged on the wet pussy. It was rare that she had a hunger to suck at the source like this. Her usual preference was to have her lovers suck her instead. She liked her control to be complete and explicit. But this one seemed so sweet, Rachel had to sip her juices.

Susan soon came again, this time with her thighs wrapped around Rachel’s head.

When Susan relaxed her thighs, Rachel rose and finally removed her own clothes.

“Let me lick you,” Susan said, her eyes on Rachel’s swinging breasts and white thighs and the neat dark triangle of Rachel’s pubic hair.

Rachel smiled and moved onto the bed. But instead of lying down, she straddled Susan’s body and shifted forward to get her sex over Susan’s face. “Let’s do it this way, okay?” Without waiting for Susan’s reply, she eased her wet cunt onto Susan’s mouth and nose. Holding onto the headboard, she gently rocked her hips back and forth. When Susan seemed to accept the movement, she applied more pressure and worked her hips more quickly.

Rachel was happy. This was what she needed. She gazed at the younger woman’s head. Not much of Susan’s face was visible, only her forehead and closed eyes, but Rachel could feel Susan’s nose as she rubbed her clitoris against it. She rocked her hips and groaned down at the younger woman. “Suck it up, baby. It’s all for you.”

* * *

As the days passed, Susan felt as though she’d stepped into a dream. They saw each other nearly every evening for several weeks, nights of intense lovemaking that left Susan breathless. She loved Rachel’s body, adored sucking her breasts and sex, thrilled whenever Rachel rode her face to orgasm with Rachel’s cunt dripping its juices into her mouth. Susan loved the way the older woman controlled the sex.

But Susan was afraid it wouldn’t last. What in the world did Rachel see in her? Was she really pretty enough for Rachel? Was it her youth? Rachel was in her late thirties and Susan only twenty-eight. But twenty-eight was far from young. If Rachel wanted younger women, she could certainly find plenty of them in the bars and clubs. Susan argued with herself about it. Meanwhile, she craved to be with Rachel whenever the older woman wanted her.

The only trouble with Rachel was that she could be moody, a pensive preoccupied attitude that Susan never asked about. Was it irritation? Something about her workday? Whatever it was, Susan decided it was best to avoid talking about it. She always did what Rachel wanted, always went down on Rachel whenever she had the chance, or let Rachel ride her face when Rachel wanted it. But Susan was certain that in the end it wouldn’t matter and Rachel would toss her away.

Rachel had complete control. Susan could never push a relationship. She was too diffident for that, too indecisive. She was always content to have her lovers control any relationship. It was the loving that mattered most, wasn’t it? She needed love. She was attracted to strong successful women, women with naturally assertive personalities, so how could she expect them not to be strong with her? Susan knew she was too easy. An aggressive woman with fabulous breasts and a welcoming smile easily made her knees weak.

As for Rachel, her interest in Susan had become more than casual. Susan’s willingness to let Rachel control everything istanbul rus escort was an aphrodisiac for Rachel. She’d had submissive women before Susan, but none of them as willing or attractive enough to keep her interested. During the day at her work she had fantasies about Susan, ideas about what they could do together, or about what she could do to Susan. The younger woman seemed willing and ready for anything Rachel might want. Rachel loved sex and needed it often, and so far Susan seemed a potentially perfect solution to her needs–a submissive femme apparently eager to learn what Rachel wanted and please Rachel whenever she wanted it. Of course Susan had to be handled carefully. Rachel was aware that too much control too quickly could ruin everything. A lover like Susan had to be guided gradually. Meanwhile, Rachel thought she was falling in love. They had so many common interests and they enjoyed each other’s company–everything part of a growing bond between them. A long time had passed since Rachel had been this happy.

* * *

One Sunday they were having brunch in Rachel’s spacious hi-rise apartment. They sat near a window overlooking the city. They talked and occasionally touched hands across the table. When they finished their brunch, they rose and clung to each other. Susan felt as though she were clinging to a buoy in a dangerous sea. Would Rachel protect and cherish her? Rachel pressed hard against her and Susan imagined she could feel Rachel’s heart pounding against her own. She was thrilled when Rachel gently moved from side to side to rub her breasts against Susan’s breasts in a tantalizing caress.

Rachel kissed Susan, and as usual Susan melted. She felt Rachel’s hands on her body, Rachel’s palms sliding over her back and waist and hips to finally cup her buttocks and squeeze them through her jeans. She could smell Rachel’s perfume, an intoxicating scent that suited her perfectly.

Rachel pulled her mouth away from Susan’s. “You don’t wear dresses enough,” Rachel said. “I love you in a dress.”

Susan blushed, regretting that she was dressed too casually in jeans and a loose shirt. “All right, I will.” Then she added: “And what else?”

“What else?”

“What else should I wear?”

Rachel smiled. “Heels. You have lovely legs and I like you in heels. Heels, stockings, nice underwear. Be my pretty femme.”

“I’d love that.”

Rachel grazed her fingertips over Susan’s left breast. She found the nipple and pinched it through Susan’s blouse and bra as Susan quivered in response. Then, using both hands, Rachel slowly unbuttoned the blouse and helped Susan get her arms out of it. She tossed the blouse onto a nearby chair and then slid her hands around Susan’s back to unhook the white lace bra and remove it.

Susan had chosen the bra in the morning, hoping Rachel would like it, but now it didn’t matter because Rachel’s eyes were on her breasts and all Susan cared about was that Rachel found her breasts pretty enough. Her breasts were small, almost girlish, but Rachel always seemed pleased with them.

Rachel ran her hands over Susan’s breasts and gently pinched the left nipple. “I love your tits,” Rachel said.

Her face flushed with pleasure, Susan looked down and watched Rachel’s hand manipulate her breast.

Rachel pinched the nipple again, a little harder than before. She pulled at the nipple with her fingertips, tugged it out, pulled at the breast. Then she bent her head to take the stiff nipple between her lips. She sucked gently, flicking the nipple with her tongue. Then she sucked with more force. She nibbled and bit the nipple, pulling it out with her teeth.

Standing straight again, Rachel used both hands to twist Susan’s nipples. “Let’s get you naked,” Rachel said. When her fingers remained holding Susan’s nipples, Susan understood Rachel wanted her to finish undressing. She slipped her shoes off her feet, unbuckled her belt and pushed everything down to her ankles. She stepped out of her jeans and panties with her nipples still captured by Rachel’s fingers and the sunlight that streamed in through the windows making her body glow.

Rachel finally pulled her hands away from Susan’s breasts. “I haven’t seen you in daylight like this. Turn around, honey.”

Susan was suddenly aware of Rachel’s authority, how much she was under the older woman’s control. She wanted Rachel to control her. It thrilled her. She turned to show Rachel her ass. Was it pretty enough? Full enough? What sort of bottom did Rachel prefer?

Rachel seemed to approve. “Lovely,” she said. She patted the cheeks and grazed a finger through the crack. Susan quivered when she felt Rachel’s fingertip pass over her anus. Did Rachel want that too?

Rachel caught her pleasure. “Feels nice?”

Susan could not deny it. “Yes.”

“Does it bother you when I play with you like this?”

“No, I like it.”

“I guessed you would. Want me to do more?”

“Yes.”

She stood naked while Rachel, still fully escort atasehir clothed, toyed with her body. She felt Rachel’s hand on her ass again. Rachel’s finger returned to the crack, a long caress, this time her finger stopping at Susan’s anus and the fingertip pushing inside the ring of muscle. “Do you like to play here?”

Helpless, Susan nodded. “Yes, sometimes.”

Rachel removed her fingertip and lightly slapped Susan’s buttocks. “Maybe we’ll play there sometime.”

Susan felt both relief and disappointment. What did she want? Was it so vicious to desire Rachel’s finger in her ass? She would do it to Rachel without qualm if allowed. And more than that too. She now belonged to Rachel, didn’t she? She would do everything.

* * *

Rachel gave Susan money to buy a new wardrobe, dresses, skirts, blouses, and a new collection of heels. It was obvious Rachel wanted a totally femme lover, and Susan was determined to play her part and please the older woman.

Rachel applauded Susan’s new femininity, said Susan was more beautiful than ever. They passed most of their intimate hours in Rachel’s apartment, and whenever they were there Rachel made Susan remain half-dressed, wearing only a blouse and panties and heels, or heels and hold-up stockings, and often with no panties at all. Susan played the dolly, happy whenever Rachel touched her.

Susan had had lovers who liked to use a strap-on with her, so she easily agreed when Rachel suggested it.

“You’re too tight for a large one,” Rachel said. She had two fingers inside Susan’s vagina as she sat on the sofa with Susan standing in front of her. “But maybe we can loosen you up a bit.” She made Susan turn around and spread her legs so she could get her hand between Susan’s thighs from the rear. This time she slipped her thumb into Susan’s vagina, then withdrew her thumb and inserted two fingers again. In a moment, Susan felt Rachel’s wet thumb pressing against her anus. She had no will to resist. She pushed her anus out and Rachel’s thumb immediately slid inside her rectum. “Tight here too,” Rachel said. “You’re my tight little dolly, aren’t you, honey?”

Susan moaned. “Yes I am.” She moaned again as Rachel pulled her thumb out.

Rachel took Susan with a strap-on for the first time that evening, but only in her pussy. Rachel’s excitement seemed keen as they tried every position. She said they would do it often, and so they did. After that evening, nearly every time they were together Rachel used the strap-on. Susan came to expect it and always had at least one orgasm from the fucking. She loved it. None of her lovers had ever pleasured her so much with a strap-on. She liked it best when Rachel took her from behind. Since she was usually half-naked in Rachel’s apartment, it was easy for Rachel to appear suddenly wearing her cock. Sometimes hardly any words were exchanged as Susan merely bent over the nearest piece of furniture to get Rachel’s cock in her pussy from behind. Sometimes the fucking was fierce and quick and sometimes tender and drawn-out. Susan loved it, and she was happy that Rachel apparently found so much pleasure in it.

* * *

The first time Rachel used a strap-on in Susan’s ass was after they celebrated Rachel’s birthday by drinking too much champagne in a restaurant. In the taxi on the way to Rachel’s apartment, Rachel kissed Susan, squeezed her breasts, and whispered that when they arrived at Rachel’s home she intended to fuck Susan’s ass all night long.

“My birthday present,” Rachel said.

Susan quivered as she imagined Rachel’s dildo in her ass. “Yes, my love.”

“All night.”

“Yes, if you want it.”

“Whenever I want it.”

“Yes, whenever you want it.”

They whispered at each other between kisses. The taxi driver could hear nothing, but he probably understood the two women in the back of his cab were more than mere friends.

When they arrived at Rachel’s apartment building, they hurried out of the taxi and past the doorman to the elevator. Once the elevator door slid closed, Susan succumbed to Rachel’s passion as Rachel kissed her mouth and neck and squeezed her buttocks through her dress.

“I won’t hurt you,” Rachel said.

“I know you won’t.”

“Anyway, you’ve had it before.”

“Only a few times.”

“Those women were silly, weren’t they? They ought to have done more with you. You’re a girl who needs it everywhere on a regular basis. Isn’t that so?”

Susan giggled. Did Rachel really believe that?

Inside Rachel’s apartment, Rachel told Susan to get her clothes off and wait for her in the living room. “Everything except the shoes and stockings,” Rachel said. “Your legs always turn me on. You look so wonderful in heels and stockings.”

Susan undressed down to her shoes and stockings and put everything on a chair neatly folded. She wasn’t surprised that Rachel wanted to do it in the living room. They often made love in the living room, sometimes with the large TV screen showing the evening news. Rachel might pay attention tot he news, but Susan had no interest in anything except Rachel. Then Susan remembered what would happen soon and she went to the guest bathroom to make certain she was clean for Rachel. How silly of her not think of that before. She hurried in the bathroom, and she was happy that when she returned, Rachel hadn’t yet reappeared.

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Brooke Adams and Tyler Sorenson sat shoulder-to-shoulder on a wooden bleacher within their high school’s gymnasium, each of the seniors staring at their cell phones and occasionally tapping them with practiced thumbs. It was the afternoon work-out for the girls’ volleyball team and on the far side of the large gym bouncing balls echoed loudly as the boys’ basketball team began their warm-ups as well. Many students were scattered around the bleachers and gymnasium floor, athletes and spectators both.

Tyler studied her phone intently, “Jenny Anderson just posted something about a rave on Saturday, downtown in the warehouse district. It’s eighteen-plus. Wanna go?”

“Oh goody,” Brooke was sarcastic, “Trance music and date-rape. Sounds like fun.”

“I like trance music,” Tyler said, unoffended by Brooke’s all-too common sarcasm, “And I haven’t been dancing in like, forever.”

Brooke swiped a few times on her phone’s face, “Sure, let’s go. Maybe we can score some ecstasy.”

Tyler glanced aside at her best friend, “You want to do ecstasy?”

Brooke seemed casual, “My cousin said she tried some at college and that it was awesome.”

One of the Volleyball coaches, a middle-aged woman in drab sweats, blew her whistle signaling the beginning of practice. Tyler stuffed her phone into the duffle bag beside her and zipped it shut as she rose from the bleacher, “Whatever. Are you going to hang out?”

Brooke nodded, “Yeah. I’ll give you a ride home.”

Tyler reached to clasp her hair into a ponytail, “Cool. Thanks, hon.”

“No problem, babe,” Brooke replied, still mesmerized by her phone as Tyler trotted out to the gym floor.

The two girls had grown-up together in Crystal, Minnesota; a middle-class suburban neighborhood of Minneapolis. Their houses were just three blocks apart and they had known one another since before grade school, when they attended the same daycare as toddlers. For as long as either of them could remember they had been best friends – as inseparable as twin sisters. But for all they had in common, they certainly had their differences.

Tyler was fit and athletic, 5’9″ with long, straight black hair, blue eyes, and a tanned body toned from exercise. She preferred a sporty, functional wardrobe and often wore her hair clasped into a ponytail in the style of Ariana Grande – one of her favorite pop music artists. Tyler enjoyed sports, dancing, and could usually be found during the early morning hours jogging through the streets of Crystal.

When volleyball practice began, Tyler stripped off a light track jacket and was wearing a pair of blue sweats with white leg stripes, a white sports bra, and black Nikes.

Brooke was slightly shorter, 5’8″, with golden blonde hair that she liked to curl into meticulously styled ringlets. They framed her heart-shaped face and fell just past the shoulders. Brooke had green eyes, tan skin, and a slender frame with soft curves in all the right places. Brooke had no interest in sports, though she often supported her best friend by attending Tyler’s games and practices, but was more interested in fashion, celebrity gossip, and shopping.

She was wearing a salmon-colored above-the-knee skirt, a clinging white buttoned blouse, and strappy heels. Brooke wore far more make-up than Tyler, who barely wore any, and loved jewelry of all kinds.

As Brooke continued to hypnotize herself with her phone, one of the boys from the basketball team lost control of his ball and it bounced in Brooke’s direction. Rob was an African-American boy with a head shaved bald and a toned muscular body, wearing baggy shorts and a tee-shirt. While retrieving his ball, Rob got an eyeful of Brooke’s bare crossed legs as she sat on the front bleacher.

Rob plopped himself onto the bleacher beside Brooke, “Hey, beautiful,” he greeted her with a charming smile and leaned against her.

“Ew,” Brooke recoiled playfully with a giggle, “You’re all sweaty!”

“I’d like to see you all sweaty,” Rob spun the basketball on his finger, “If you know what I mean.”

Brooke snorted, “Keep dreaming, mister.”

“Aw, you’re cold – you’re cold. But you won’t be able to resist my charms forever.”

“And where are these charms of yours, hmm?” Brooke played hard-to-get, “I’ve yet to see them.”

Rob enjoyed the flirtatious games he and Brooke often played, “Are you going to the rave this weekend? Maybe I can show you then.”

“Tyler mentioned there was a rave. Any chance you could help me score some ecstasy while we’re there?”

“I might know a guy,” Rob smiled at the prospect of Brooke on ecstasy, “Hit me up on text when you and Tyler get there. I’ll see if I can hook you up.”

“JOHNSON!” the boys’ basketball coach suddenly yelled towards Rob, “This isn’t social hour, goddammit. Get your ass back here before I have you running laps!”

“Looks like you gotta go,” Brooke’s smile reached her eyes, “See you Saturday night?”

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Brooke rolled her eyes at his obvious advances before glancing towards the volleyball action. She spotted and Tyler jump high to spike a ball over the net. She clapped in support of her friend and cheered loudly, “Woo-hoo! Give ’em hell, girl!”

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After practice, Brooke drove the two high school seniors home in her Ford crossover SUV. Its interior was littered with sunglass cases, make-up containers, school notebooks, gossip magazines, and empty soft-drink bottles. The heavy bass of a pop song thudded from rear speakers and Brooke’s hand tapped along to the beat against her steering wheel.

“Rob totally hit on me again during your practice,” Brooke grinned.

Tyler’s face was lit from the glow of her phone, “Do you want to go out with him?”

“Yeah, right,” Brooke laughed out a scoff, “Can you imagine my dad’s reaction? ‘Hi, Daddy. Meet my new boyfriend. Oh, by the way – he’s black’.”

“I don’t get why your dad is such a racist. I mean, it’s 2018 for fuck’s sake. Shouldn’t humanity be more enlightened by now?”

“I don’t know if he’s racist,” Brooke mused, “I think he’s just stuck in the days when inter-racial relationships were still taboo, you know? Like, the only the only guy a white Lutheran girl should date is a white Lutheran boy.”

“Uh, that’s racist,” Tyler informed Brooke dryly, tapping at her phone.

“Rob is cute, though,” Brooke grinned, “Right?”

Tyler lifted a shoulder, “I guess. He kind of reminds me of Michael Jordan. You know, when he was with the Tar Heels.”

Brooke rolled her eyes, “I have no idea what a Tar Heel is, but get this – he said he could score us some ecstasy tomorrow night.”

“Who did…? Rob?”

“No,” Brooke snorted sarcastically, “Michael Jordan. Of course, Rob!”

“I can’t believe you want to try ecstasy,” Tyler teased, “When did you become such a druggie?”

“Whatever,” Brooke defended herself as she turned onto Tyler’s street, “It’s not like I want to go behind the cafeteria and smoke-up with the meth-heads. It’s just a little ecstasy. My cousin said it’s harmless, but a total trip. Besides, it’s a fucking rave for crying out loud – everyone’s going to be doing it.”

“Fine,” Tyler didn’t really have a problem with her friend doing ecstasy, it just surprised her. Brooke had never shown any interest in drugs before.

Brooke pulled to the curb in front of Tyler’s house and came to a stop, “So will you try it with me?”

“I’ll think about it. Thanks for the ride, hon.” Tyler opened the passenger door, “Pick me up at eight?”

“You got it, babe.” Brooke blew her friend a kiss, “Hey! Do you want to stay over, tomorrow?”

Tyler got out of the car, “Yeah, I’ll tell my parents.”

It wasn’t unusual for either of the girls to spend the night at the other’s house – it had been a common occurrence since childhood sleep-overs. Tyler felt as much at home at Brooke’s house as she did her own, and vice versa. They were like sisters, after all.

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The rave was located in Minneapolis’ downtown warehouse district, a location that held several trendy dance clubs and smaller bars. The girls had to produce IDs at the door to prove they were both eighteen and received colored neon bracelets that signified they were under 21 years of age and unable to buy alcohol.

Brooke had her golden hair twirled in a magnificent mess of clasps and tumbling ringlets, with big silver hoop earrings dangling from her ears. She wore a pair of white skinny-jeans so tight they looked painted onto her curvaceous legs over open-toed shoes. A whit spaghetti-strap top showed her mid-riff, much of her ample cleavage, as well as the entirety of her tanned shoulders and arms.

Tyler was no less modest in a black micro mini-skirt which bared almost the entire expanse of her long, tanned legs. A blue tank top stretched around her torso, tightly covering her from the belly-button to the top of her small breasts. As usual her hair was clasped up, but her ponytail cascaded down behind her head in a styled triangle of dark wavy tendrils.

“I’m going to text Rob,” Brooke produced her phone once they were inside the club, “Let him know we’re here.”

Tyler pointed to a vendor bright with neon merchandise, “Tell him we’ll be by the counter selling rave sticks.”

Brooke nodded and her thumbs became a dexterous blur as they walked.

The girls entered a vast, expansive area filled with a mass of writhing people at its center. Pounding, bass-fueled electronica drowned out almost all other noise and flashing strobes lit the club from every corner. Tyler practically had to yell for a server to hear her order a pair of fruity beverages. Brooke pulled a flat wad of money the girls had pooled out of her back pocket, since Tyler’s skimpy skirt afforded no storage, and paid for the drinks.

No more than a minute passed, while Tyler was sucking some of her drink ümraniye escort through a straw, when she spotted the approach of Rob. He was wearing a pair of overly baggy jeans, crisp new sneakers, and a white muscle shirt that showed off his perfectly sculptured arms. “Look,” Tyler pointed, “There he is.”

Brooke lifted an arm and waved until Rob spotted the girls and moved their way.

“God damn!” Rob eyed them up and down while rubbing his chin, “You two have got to be the sexiest bitches here!”

Brooke beamed a bright smile at the compliment.

Tyler gave Rob a quick hug in greeting, “Looking good yourself, hon. You been working out?”

“Yeah, you know how it is.” Rob flashed his pearly white teeth in a smile, “Gotta look good for those college scouts coming to see the state’s number one shooting guard.”

“And here I thought you only wanted to look good for me,” Brooke teased. “So what’s up? Did you score for us, or what?”

“You know I be looking out for you, beautiful.” Rub plunged his hand into a pocket and produced a plastic baggy containing small white pills, “I got you six hits, but you’re only going to need one. This is the real shit, right here.”

“How much?” Brooke wondered.

“This is on me,” Rob offered, “But only on one condition.”

“This was your idea,” Tyler deferred to her best friend, “I’m not sucking his cock.”

That made both Rob and Brooke laugh.

“Nah, nah,” Rob waved his hand, “I’m way classier than that.” He leveled a look towards the gorgeous blonde, “Brooke here has gotta let me take her out next weekend.”

“Deal,” Brooke quickly agreed, holding out a hand.

Rob dropped the baggy into her waiting palm, “Next Friday night? I’ll take you to a nice restaurant, maybe hit up a movie after?”

“You better bring that charm you’ve been promising,” Brooke playfully warned him.

“You know it,” Rob had a large smile, “I’ve gotta bounce, my homies are waiting on me. You girls have a fun night. Don’t do anything I’d do, and be careful – one hit and you’re on a five hour ride.”

“Oh my god, that was so easy,” Brooke said, opening up the baggy once Rob had left.

“He wants to pay for your drugs and buy you dinner,” Taylor shook her head, “Boys are so gullible.”

“Show a little skin and they melt in your hand,” Brooke agreed, plucking two pills from the baggy, “You ready to try this?”

“Why the hell not,” Tyler took one of the pills. Both girls put them in their mouth at the same time and washed them down with their drinks.

“Woo!” Brooke hollered, ready to have fun.

“I want to dance!” Tyler spun towards the crowd.

A DJ in an outlandish purple suit and top hat glowed in the black light on his stage, fueling the hungry mass of partiers with his beats. The energy on the dance floor was electric as two hundred people slithered and writhed in unison, connected by the music. Tyler and Brooke trotted out to claim a small space for themselves, lifting their arms and wagging their hips to the steady thrum which transfixed the crowd. The best friends had danced together many times before and were not uncomfortable doing so in close proximity, gyrating against one another with dirty, sexual movements. Time became a distant concern amidst the fun of dancing.

Tyler smiled brightly as the effects of the ecstasy kicked in, watching the strobe lights seem to flash in slow motion all around her. Her body started to tingle and buzz; she felt incredible, as though she was exactly where she was supposed to be and doing the only thing she wanted to do. Lifting her arms above her head and bending low on her knees, Tyler stuck her ass out and swung her hips with seductive motion.

Brooke watched and became completely transfixed by Tyler’s movements, her best friend’s alluring body flashing in the strobe lights. Brooke was certain she had never seen anyone move so provocatively. Moving closer, she reached out to put her arms over her best friend’s shoulders, wanting to be a part of Tyler’s steamy dance.

Tyler was inviting, wrapping an arm around Brooke’s waist to pull their bodies together. Their movements became joined by the music in synchronous harmony. They thrust their hips against one another and Tyler shook her head, letting her ponytail swing wildly behind her. It was wanton and sexual, the ecstasy removing their inhibitions. Brooke wrapped her arms around Tyler’s neck and the two girls pressed their torsos together as they danced, their bodies becoming one.

“I feel incredible,” Tyler purred, entangling their arms and curling hers around Brooke’s head.

The two had drawn close enough for Brooke’s whisper to be right at Tyler’s ear, “Me too.”

“This is so hot,” Tyler breathed, “You feel amazing.”

Brooke shifted so that her forehead was pressed against Tyler’s.

The two danced that way for several minutes, their heads touching and their breath on each other’s lips. Tyler could feel her arousal growing. She didn’t atasehir sınırsız escort think about any sexual boundaries; Tyler only wanted to keep feeling what she was feeling and sharing the experience with the one person she was closest to in the whole world.

Neither of them realized they had stopped dancing. They stood in the center of the dancefloor, entwined in an embrace and enjoying the contact of their bodies. When their noses grazed, Brooke’s clinging arms tightened about Tyler’s neck signaling that she wanted something more. Their lips were only a breath apart and Tyler dared a nibble, her mouth pecking at Brooke’s lower lip. Brooke parted her mouth invitingly and the two teased at one another, soft lips grazing in several more brief contacts.

Finally Tyler took the plunge, tilting her head to kiss.

At any other time, in any other place, Brooke would have second-guessed her instincts. But the ecstasy was driving her desires and she hungrily returned her best friend’s arousal. The kiss quickly accelerated and the girls started to make-out. Brooke curled one of her legs around Tyler’s and made muffled noises of pleasure against Tyler’s mouth.

No one noticed. No one cared. The writhing mass of people simply continued dancing around them. But for them the world seemed to stop. The crowd vanished, the music faded away; Tyler and Brooke were only aware of each other’s bodies. Nothing else mattered.

Tyler felt like electricity was surging through her lips the way they tingled, as though she was being kissed for the very first time in her life. She could feel Brooke’s soft breasts against her own and the feeling excited her.

Brooke was no less passionate, shoving her tongue into Tyler’s mouth briefly. Brooke felt as one with Tyler, like they were connected by the tangle of their limbs and some unseen sexual force which had suddenly appeared. Their kiss had broken a barrier within her and she couldn’t get enough of Tyler’s lips.

Eventually, the couple had to come up for air. Still holding on to her best friend, Tyler glanced around and was reminded they weren’t alone.

“Oh my god,” Brooke said breathlessly, “I’m so turned-on right now. I can’t believe this is happening. Are we really doing this? I’ve never felt this way before.”

Tyler put her chin over Brooke’s shoulder and hugged her close, “Don’t leave. I don’t want you to leave me. You feel so amazing.”

Brooke hugged her friend back, “I’m not going to leave you. You’re my entire fucking world, right now.”

“Let’s go to the bathroom,” Tyler suggested, “I want to be alone with you.”

Brooke nodded and Tyler took her hand firmly, pulling her out of the crowd. Brooke let Tyler lead the way, clasping her hand tightly and afraid to let go. Neither girl wanted the physical connection between them to be severed.

The music dulled to a muted thud as they entered the bathroom and found an open toilet stall. Tyler pulled Brooke inside and quickly latched the door shut. Once they had found their sanctuary they simply stared at each other for several moments. Their hands were still joined and Brooke could feel Tyler’s thumb caressing her palm, sparks of electricity seemingly arcing from the contact.

“That was so hot,” Brooke finally spoke.

Tyler swallowed and nodded her complete agreement.

“Is it the drugs?” Brooke wondered.

“I don’t know,” Tyler admitted, “Do you want to kiss me again?”

“So badly,” Brooke’s voice practically begged.

Tyler was on her in an instant, her body pressing against Brooke’s and pinning her against the bathroom stall wall. They started sucking on each other’s lips, their mouths hungry with passion. Tyler slipped a forearm between them and clutched at one of Brooke’s plush breasts. Brooke wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipple immediately stiffened through the material of her thin top and pressed against Tyler’s palm.

Brooke moaned softly against Tyler’s mouth and grabbed her friend’s wrist, pulling it lower. Tyler felt the soft skin of Brooke’s tummy and continued downward, sliding her hand under the hem of Brooke’s pants just as Brooke was undoing them. Tyler continued into Brooke’s panties, eventually cupping her best friend’s sex.

A gasp escaped Brooke’s mouth as she broke their kiss, her mouth hanging wide open. Tyler’s middle finger had slid between Brooke’s labia and created contact with her clitoris. Tyler began masturbating her and watched as Brooke’s expression twisted with pleasure. Aroused moans began escaping Brooke’s lips as the feeling between her legs quickly heated. Her knees went weak and the back of her head bumped against the bathroom stall. Tyler began kissing Brooke’s cheek and nibbling on her jaw while Brooke wrapped her arms around Tyler’s neck.

“You’re going to make me cum,” Brooke whimpered.

Tyler wriggled her finger faster, the inner curl of her digit rubbing against Brooke’s clit.

Brooke had experienced many orgasms through masturbation before, but nothing could have prepared her for an orgasm on ecstasy. It began as a warm tingling sensation between her legs but quickly intensified, spreading down her legs and up her abdomen. “Oh god!” she exclaimed, her body tightening against Tyler’s. Brooke writhed and bucked her hips against her best friend’s hand, her arms clinging around Tyler’s neck.

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Authors note: This chapter contains lesbian sex. It’s the first proper consensual lesbian sex scene I’ve written so apologies for any glaring errors. All feedback/comments gratefully received. Lexi x

*

Once again Jemma was pleasantly surprised at the spread of food before her. As she sat in silence, greedily swallowing down fresh fruit and warm, buttery croissants she forced herself to think of inconsequential things, the play of sunlight reflecting from the sea in front of her window, the sweep of a birds wing as it plunged fearlessly below the water, anything, in fact, except that damn contract and the man she’d signed over her freedom to for the next two years.

With a sigh she stood, her appetite forgotten as her stomach churned with barely suppressed panic. No, she thought, she wouldn’t think of that.

She didn’t even jump this time as the door opened and the younger girl cleared away the breakfast things. If anything, she felt numb, too shocked to protest as once again she was led into the bathroom and those nimble fingers probed and caressed her beneath the water.

Her orgasm was involuntary with none of the usual pleasant sensations, just something her body did without her consent, like sneezing when someone tickled her nose. She felt no shame or embarrassment this time. She felt nothing at all, her eyes blank and staring as the girl wrapped her in a robe and led her to a padded leather stool in front of a large mirror.

As the girl started to gently comb out the tangles in her hair Jemma closed her eyes, her expression scaring her. It was as if she was detached from her body, observing from a distance. She’d never felt like this before, like she had no control, like she had no choice. And the worst thing was that she’d given up her freedom voluntarily. Given up her life, her family, Kyle, in exchange for money.

She’d always wondered how people could fall into prostituting themselves. Had always thought that she’d never be caught in that trap. And yet here she was. Selling herself for money and security. She felt sick.

***

The rest of the day passed in a haze of household chores and nervous panic. She knew he must come for her soon but it was the waiting that was the hardest part. How soon would he expect her to fulfil her half of the bargain?

The mindless manual labour left her far too much time to think as she peeled endless piles tuzla escort of vegetables and polished white marble floors on her knees.

She’d been handed a white tunic, similar to that she’d seen on the younger girl, and through the mist she noticed that there were several other girls wearing the same clothing. All young, all performing the same basic tasks.

The older woman wore a more elaborate dress, still white of course, and she appeared to be in charge, appearing every now and again to bark orders or offer small words of praise before vanishing again.

Of the debt collector she saw nothing.

This should have reassured her, instead it increased the tension inside of her. When would he come? When would he take her?

She wanted to ask the other girls if they knew. If they knew what he was like. Was he gentle? Was he kind? Or would he just take what he wanted and throw her aside. She’d never done the whole casual sex scene, all she knew was Kyle, what if he was disappointed in her?

***

As the sun began to set she found herself back in her room, a bowl of what looked like stew in front of her. Feeling nauseous she forced each spoonful down, knowing she had to keep her strength up even though privately she thought it wouldn’t hurt her to lose a few pounds. The sheer ‘normalness’ of that made her giggle slightly hysterically. Only she could worry about her weight in this kind of situation.

As the enormity of what she had agreed to finally sank in, her giggles turned to hiccups and then dissolved into big, gulping sobs. No tears, she wasn’t crying, she wouldn’t cry! She heard the swoosh of the door sliding open but she didn’t look up. Soft arms wrapped around her and she rested her head on the offered shoulder, burying her face in brown hair and delicately scented skin, the tears finally falling and dampening the other girls tunic as she rubbed Jemma’s back soothingly, muttering nonsense words into her ear.

The stress of the day finally got the better of her and she fell asleep in the younger girls arms with a soft sigh.

***

Jemma woke to the familiar feel of a warm body wrapped around her. Sighing happily she wriggled closer, still half asleep. Soft arms wound around her waist, delicate fingers stroking gently over the exposed skin of her stomach and up to caress the underside of her breast. Jemma could kartal escort feel her nipples tightening beneath the sheet and wondered absent-mindedly how it was that this girl, who she’d only met a day or two ago, could know so instinctively how to arouse her body when Kyle didn’t.

The girls clever hands roamed over her body and Jemma gave up the pretence of sleep. She knew this was wrong but it felt too good. Rolling over in the bed, she tentatively reached out her hand to touch the other girl, marvelling at the way her nipples shrunk and hardened beneath Jemma’s questing fingers.

The girls breasts felt strange in her hands, heavy yet delicate, the skin smooth and soft and warm. Gently she lifted, squeezed, tugged, watching the girls face to gauge whether she was enjoying it. Taking a deep breath, Jemma lowered her head, her tongue darting out to lick around the dark brown aureole, smiling as she heard a small moan escape from the girls mouth.

Sucking the whole nipple into her mouth, she rolled it in her teeth, the unfamiliar hard button pressing eagerly against her tongue as the girl arched her back in pleasure. Dampness flooded between her thighs as she sucked and nibbled at the other girls breasts, pushing her flat on the bed in order to pay attention to both equally.

Curiously she reached down with one hand, fingers delving beneath the sheets to slide over the girls hairless mound. Her pussy felt soft and plump and smooth, the lips parting at the insistence of Jemma’s inquisitive hands to reveal hot, slippery dampness.

As if she were touching herself, Jemma stroked down over the girls wet slit, collecting her juices then bringing them up to circle around her sensitive clit. It was strange to touch another girl so intimately, to see her writhing and responding in the same way that Jemma did herself and she felt a strange sense of pride. With Kyle she had always felt so unsure, but here, with this girl, she knew exactly what to do, exactly where and how and how hard to press to give her pleasure.

Sitting up, she stared down at the girl. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open, her small white teeth biting her bottom lip as Jemma’s fingers swirled teasingly, causing her to emit small strangled moans as she wriggled and gasped.

Tugging down the bed covers Jemma looked for the first time at another womans pussy, the smooth ataşehir escort hairless mound glistening with her juices, the lips slightly separated. It felt wrong to be staring at another girl like this but at the same time so arousing. The scent of the girls juices drifted up, musky and inviting. Did she dare taste her?

Sliding one, then two fingers inside the girl, Jemma paused uncertainly, this was way outside her realm of experience. The girl twitched around her fingers, her pussy squeezing tight as she moaned and bucked her hips, wanting more. Nudging her knees apart, Jemma knelt between the girls legs, her fingers gently thrusting into her as she bent to taste the girl for the first time.

Slowly she licked the length of the girls slit, from where her fingers entered her up to the hard nub at the top. The taste was not at all as she’d expected, sweet, yet tangy and musky and not at all like the taste of a man.

Keeping her tongue flat she continued licking up and down, never stopping in one place. The girl writhed and moaned beneath her, her pussy drenched and contracting around Jemma’s fingers with each pass of her tongue.

Adding a third finger, Jemma felt the girls tight channel stretch to accommodate her. Using her thumb and little finger to spread the girls lips Jemma began to draw tight, wet circles around her clit, watching in delight as the girls hands fisted and released rhythmically against the sheets.

Instinctively, Jemma’s other hand reached down to her own wetness, moaning against the girls pussy as she felt the evidence of her own arousal. Mirroring what she was doing to the girl she thrust three fingers inside herself, her thumb rubbing frantically over her own clit as her tongue was doing to the girl.

Moving faster now she thrust and licked and rubbed, hearing the girl cry out as she convulsed around Jemma’s fingers, squeezing them tight. The sights and sounds and smells of the other girls orgasm were too much for Jemma and with a small, breathy sigh she pushed herself over the edge as well, collapsing on the bed spent beside the girl.

Rolling onto her side, still breathing hard, the girl put her arms around Jemma, pushing their bodies tightly together as she took her lips in a soft, hot kiss. Jemma could still taste the girl on her lips and she grinned as the girls tongue darted out, cleaning Jemma’s mouth and chin of her juices before pressing her lips tenderly against Jemma’s forehead.

“Time for breakfast,” the girl said softly as she climbed out of bed and tugged on her white shift.

Bemusedly Jemma watched as the girl exited the room, collapsing back on the bed to catch her breath. What on earth had come over her?

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