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Stacy and Tina sat in the corner restaurant sipping their coffee, chatting cheerfully. The place was full, people carried on conversations in merry tones, praising the sunny afternoon and the good beverages. Some young college men sat near the two women, staring a little too openly at the girls’ alluring features. Oblivious to the wanting looks of the men, Stacy and Tina talked on. A pregnant woman entered the restaurant, waddling slowly in the late months.

“God, would you look at her tits!” exclaimed Stacy, astonished, “I wish I had tits as big as those.”

“I do,” said Tina, laughing and cupping her breasts, “ha ha!”

“Fake boobs don’t count, Tina.” Stacy said, rolling her eyes, “Hers are huge, and real.”

“You didn’t care that mine were fake last night.” Tina said, smiling flirtatiously and licking her pink lips.

“That’s true,” Stacy answered, also smiling, “but yours are different. They fit you just right.”

“Maybe I should get you pregnant so you could grow a pair” Tina said jokingly.

“Yeah,” Stacy said sarcastically, “that would be perfect.”

“Well, if you want them so bad, why don’t you just get implants like me?” Tina asked, gesturing at her chest.

“I don’t wanna have surgery, Tina. It scares me” Stacy answered.

“Oh, boo hoo, then I guess someone’s stuck with her 36B bra, aren’t they?” Tina teased.

“Shut up, bitch!” said Stacy in mock anger, hitting Tina in the shoulder.

“I have to pee” Tina said, rising from the table and heading for the bathroom. A few feet away the college men sighed. Tina gave them a little wave, saying, “Hi boys” while walking past them. They waved back, entranced.

They had good reason to be entranced, as Stacy thought while watching her wife of three months walk away. Tina had become very sexy. While hot before, Tina was nothing compared to what she was now. When Stacy met her, she had reddish brunette hair, tiny boobs, and an ass to die for. She was 5’2″, with extremely wide, sexy hips. Her white skin was smooth as silk, and her eyes were a deep, complicated green. Stacy could still remember the first time she saw Tina’s ass in that beautiful pair of tight black pants. But that’s another story. Tina had changed, transformed into a goddess, a star in a dim world. It all started with Tina’s tiny boobs. She was very self-conscious about them, constantly asking Stacy if they were too small. Stacy, the supportive girlfriend, would always say something like “No, Tina, they’re just the right size,” or “They’re perfect, baby.” This went on all through their dating until their marriage. A few days after the honeymoon, Tina said “Stace, I think I want breast implants.” Stacy, intrigued, thought for a moment. She had secretly fantasized about sleeping with a large-breasted Tina.

“Whatever makes you happy, honey” Stacy answered, smiling. “But you do know that I won’t be able to take my hands off you” Stacy added.

“Oh thank you, baby,” Tina said, throwing her arms around Stacy and grinning, “I wasn’t sure what you’d say.” From that point on, Stacy noticed a change in Tina. It wasn’t very obvious or outright, but it was there. Tina ceased to be as shy as she once was, and gained a new self-confidence. She spoke her mind more often. She even took control in the bedroom sometimes. Stacy wasn’t sure if she liked the new Tina so much. Maybe she liked her shy little Tina better. antalya escort bayan Her doubtful feelings, however, disappeared after the surgery. Taking a month-and-half off for “medical leave” (during which Stacy was not allowed to visit and, subsequently, her vibrator was much overused), Tina came back from Florida tanned, blonde, and chesty. Stacy could hardly believe her eyes at the sight of her wife, blonde hair flowing, boobs bouncing, mouth grinning. Of course, the implants seemed enormous. When asked about their new size, Tina responded jokingly, “Double D, 36 Double D.”

“You look like a supermodel!” Stacy said excitedly, getting progressively hornier with each passing second.

Striking a pose, Tina asked “You like?”

“Oh, fuck yes I do” Stacy said, grabbing Tina and shoving her tongue into her mouth. Stacy and Tina had some of the best sex of both their lives that night. Tina, now age 25, began dressing more provocatively from then on. She wore more miniskirts than pants, more tube tops than blouses. She frequently wore tiny sundresses. If she was dressed, Tina was most likely wearing a tight or low-cut top with a short skirt or shorts. Even in the winter she wore tight jeans, tops with generous cleavage, and taut sweaters. She had whole collections of push-up bras, brassieres, and thongs. High heels became numerous items in the closet. She wore more make up, more lipstick, more perfume. She became an icon of femininity, of beauty, and of sexuality. An icon that was all Stacy’s. Expectedly, Stacy loved this miraculous change at first. All of a sudden, she was married to sexy beauty that turned heads everywhere she went. She got to come along with Tina as she scored free drinks off of drunk, lonely men. She was admitted into clubs right away just for being in the company of such a hot girl. She followed Tina to the head of many lines, getting whatever she wanted. And after days of shopping, drinking, and clubbing, she got to go home and fuck this tremendously hot girl every night. As Stacy thought about these occurrences, Tina sauntered out of the restroom and made her way back to the table.

Tina looked at Stacy sitting at the table, lost in thought, sipping her coffee absent-mindedly. She smiled as she remembered their first meeting. The club air was hot, sweaty, and full of sound. Techno music with heavy bass was playing, synchronized with blue, green, and strobe lights. Tina had just finished dancing for the night and turned around in the direction of the door. And there was Stacy, staring right at her. She smiled and introduced herself, offering Tina a drink. Tina agreed and they headed for the bar. While sipping their drinks, Tina took in the aura of Stacy. Stacy, at 5’7″, was taller than Tina. She also had larger breasts. Her eyes were bright blue and her lips were very full and pouty. Her ass was very round, made rounder by her trim waist. She had amazing legs that showed off her slightly tanned skin. Her hair was platinum blonde and a little longer than shoulder-length. Tina noticed her perfect unpainted nails, and how soft her hands, her touch was. Tina could feel the electricity of attraction for this 26 year old blonde hottie sipping Bacardi in front of her. She felt her armpits and thighs begin to perspire, and her nipples harden. She picked up a scent of desire from Stacy and never let go.

Looking at Stacy, gaziapaşa escort Tina knew she loved her. Stacy was supportive, caring, kind, thoughtful, funny, spontaneous, and great in bed. So many times Tina looked at Stacy and felt this unconditional love spring up from within her, filling her with joy and happiness. Now that she had her implants, Tina felt she could do anything, and all because of Stacy. Stacy looked up at Tina and stuck her tongue out, crossing her eyes. Laughing while sitting down, Tina took note of Stacy’s attire. A modestly tight white tank top (after all, it was summer) with a white bra slightly visible underneath, brown cotton skirt about knee-length, and black sandals. Her hair was fairly curly and damp due to the humid weather. She wore a modest amount of lip gloss and eye shadow, accentuating her eyes. Tina could see her nipples beneath the fabric of her top. Tina herself was wearing a fair amount of make up: heavy eye shadow, rouge, and pink lip gloss. She had a small, strapless pink dress on with no bra. The dress only reached a few inches below her hips. She wore silver open-toed 2 inch heels. She had matching pink manicure and pedicure.

“Hey, how about we get outta here.” Tina said semi-suggestively, “Let’s go back to the apartment.”

Stacy smiled, saying knowingly, “Why?”

“I think you know why” Tina answered looking at Stacy with a raised eye brow.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Tina. You’ll have to describe it to me” said Stacy.

“O.K., fine.” Tina began, “I want you to come back to the apartment with me and fuck my brains out.”

“And…” Stacy said lustily.

“And…I want you to rip my clothes off and fuck me right on the floor.” Tina’s voice became low, almost a whisper, “I wanna feel your tongue inside my pussy, I want you to eat my cunt until I cum all over your face. Then I want you to rub the juices all over my tits and then lick and suck them dry. Then I want you to rub your pussy all over my tits. I want to grind my pussy into yours until we both have screaming orgasms. Then I’ll suck your tits and play with your sexy little ass. Then I want to-”

“That’s enough, God, I can’t take it any more” Stacy interrupted, her voice full of raw lust and desire. “You’re making me wet just talking about it” she added, rubbing her nipples subconsciously.

“Let’s go, baby” Tina said, getting up and offering her hand to Stacy. As the two went out of the restaurant rather hastily, there were murmurs of praise and lust throughout the room. The two lovers walked quickly down the street, one occasionally feeling the other’s breast or pinching the other’s ass. They had no idea that their relationship would be forever changed in just a few hours’ time.

The next morning, Stacy awoke to her alarm at 7:00. Tina was wrapped around her, sleeping in a loving embrace. Memories of the previous night filled Stacy’s head and she kissed Tina on the cheek a few times while rising out of bed. Stacy slid off the bed and checked on Tina who was still fast asleep. Stacy noticed their bedroom on her way to the bathroom. Her bra and panties lay strewn on the floor near the bed. A couple feet away lay Tina’s pink dress and beyond that, Stacy’s skirt. A dildo was lying near the bed also, accompanied by Tina’s g-string. Stacy smirked at these things while entering the gündoğmuş escort bathroom. Taking a shower, dressing, and putting on her makeup, Stacy was about to walk out the door when Tina stopped her, completely naked. Placing Stacy’s hands on her breasts, Tina said seductively “Hurry home; I’ll have a little surprise for you.” They kissed while Stacy squeezed and groped Tina’s breasts. At least five minutes past, and Stacy was on the verge of calling in sick when Tina pulled away, laughed, and said “Go. You’ll be late for work!” Stacy gave Tina one final peck on the lips and left, saying goodbye.

Driving into the city, Stacy couldn’t help but to think about her surprise. She thought of her job as a manager in a business firm. It was fairly boring, tedious most times. Long hours, dull work. But Tina made it worth it. Arriving at her office building, Stacy took the elevator up. When the doors opened, she saw a new, unfamiliar but cute face. “Hi, who are you? If you don’t mind my asking” Stacy asked.

The girl responded, “I’m your new secretary. I’m Derry Sullivan.”

“Oh, what happened to Solfrid?” Stacy asked, implying Derry’s former.

“She died” answered Derry.

“Died?! Of what?” exclaimed Stacy.

“Lung cancer” Derry said.

“She did look like she smoked a lot” Stacy admitted. After a short awkward pause, Stacy extended her hand, saying “Well, I’m Stacy Adams, but you can just call me Stacy.”

“O.K. Stacy, nice to meet you” Derry said sweetly.

“I’ll send someone in to show you around and get you up to speed” said Stacy.

“Great!” Derry said walking to her desk in front of Stacy’s office. Stacy couldn’t believe her eyes. This girl was hot! She had all the right curves in all the right places and judging by her red blouse, they were real too. And that red hair, God, it looked like her head was on fire.

“Derry!” Stacy called.

Turning around, Derry answered “Yes?”

“How old are you?” Stacy asked.

“Nineteen” the girl answered, turning back around and sitting behind her new desk. Once in her office, Stacy sat at her desk rubbing her wet clit through her skirt and panties. Her breathing was a little heightened. Her eyes were fixed on the spot where Derry’s desk was. In her office, Stacy worked on papers at her computer, daydreaming. Fantasizing would be a better word. Stacy imagined taking her sexy new secretary into her office and locking the door. She would rip off all the girl’s clothes and bite those delicious tits.

“What am I thinking?” thought Stacy, shaking her head, “I’m a married woman. And she’s only nineteen, not even old enough to drink.” Stacy couldn’t help it, though. The girl was very sexy. Stacy had to control these emotions. She had decided to stay in the closet at the office, for fear of losing her job because of homophobic executives. She never discussed her personal life with the other employees. No one could know she was a lesbian. But now this girl had arrived.

Stacy thought about her marriage. Tina was the love of her life, but she had changed. With that change came its own downfalls. Tina paid less attention to Stacy and focused more on herself. Sure the sex was amazing, but Stacy felt that they were growing slightly apart. Even though the sex was amazing, Stacy realized that they were having less of it. In the first month of marriage, Stacy went home and fucked Tina every night. Now it was down to two nights a week, maybe three. Stacy knew that this was supposed to happen, but so fast? Stacy had even found herself using her old vibrator in the past month. She was horny, but was losing the outlet with which to release this horniness. And now this girl had arrived.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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As I awaken from a deep and peaceful slumber, I open my eyes to take in the view of my seemingly unfamiliar surroundings. I wipe the sleep from my large almond-shaped hazel eyes, taking a closer look around me.

Lying on my back with a soft feather filled cushion supporting my head and a white cotton sheet draped across my naked body, my eyes dart from wall to cream-coloured wall, desperately trying to figure out where I am.

As I slowly remember the events of the night before, my legs curl up towards my body and I can feel the little hairs on the back of neck rise, sending shivers up and down my spine.

I recognise a painting on the wall directly in front of me so I sit up sligtly, propping myself up on my right elbow. The softness of the rug on my bare skin reminds me that I am in my own living room. Looking at the painting again confirms this.

It is a vivid colour canvas of two bodies intertwined in an intimate embrace. It was a birhday gift from my boyfriend Toby and I had brought it down with me from our flat in York.

I had only been in my new house for one night since moving to Ripton Close the day before, a fairly quiet suburban area in South London.

I had qualified as a Doctor just a few weeks previously and was moving to London to start a new post as a Senior House Officer in a large London Hospital.

Alison Newbery, a 30-something yr old successful fiction writer, lives four houses away from me. I call her my neighbour as there are only 10 houses in the Close. A confident woman with a quirky but pretty face, pale skin and long legs, she introduced herself to me the day before…

On that day, as I was unloading boxes from my car, I heard the click-clack of high heels on the tarmac behind me. I turned around to see a woman of medium-tall height dressed casually in a light green linen dress, shoulder-length wavy auburn hair, piercing green eyes and a large wide smile directed at me.

‘Hi there, I’m Alison. I live at no. 8. I just got back from town and noticed you moving in. I just wanted to say welcome and ask if you need any help?’ she said, cocking her head slightly to one side.

I was grateful for her kindness but looking at her in those heels and pretty dress made me think she was in no fit state to carry heavy, dusty boxes for me and was just being polite.

‘Thanks but I’m almost done now’ I replied, conscious of the fact that I was looking a bit worse for wear, aware that her eyes had wandered ever so slightly away from mine, down to my chest. I was bending over a large box, attempting to pick it up and my ample breasts were protuding quite obviously from the top of my vest. Her attention bothered me slightly. I was used to being ogled by men but felt uncomfortable having a woman stare at me so intently, so I stood upright and pulled my vest up a little trying to cover up.

‘OK, well you know where I am’ said Alison, seeming to be unaware of my embarrassment. ‘ If you need anything, just knock on my door. I’m throwing a dinner party for some friends later around 8 and you’re more than welcome to join us’

‘That sounds great’ I said, not wanting to seem unfriendly ‘I guess I’ll see you later then. Oh by the way my name’s Jo’

And with that, she left, the click-clacking of her heels becoming more faint as she walked home.

I could do with cheering up, I told myself. Leaving Toby behind in York was already taking its toll. We’d met in uni and lived together throughout most of our years there. We’d had a massive argument about my relocation to London. We had parted on a bad note so I was feeling rather sorry for myself.

Once I’d unpacked the last of the boxes and made my new house somewhat livable, I started thinking of what to wear for the evening. The time was fast approaching 8 so I had a quick rummage through my wardrobe and picked out a simple outfit of a short denim skirt and strapless satin antalya escort black top. I put on a little blusher and a slick of coral-pink shimmery lipgloss, pulled my long brown hair into a low ponytail, slipped into comfortable but sexy slip-ons and headed for Alison’s.

Standing outside no.8 at 8:15, I could hear the booming of loud music though the front door. I rang the doorbell and a middle-aged man answered the door, introduced himself as Alison’s boyfriend Mark with a handshake, and asked me to come in. As I walked into a spacious living room, packed to the brim with guests drinking, eating and chatting happily away, I spotted Alison sitting in the kitchen with a guest. I walked over, greeting her with a kiss on each cheek and apologised for being late.

‘Hey Jo!’ She sprang to her feet, embracing me with both arms as she pressed tightly against me, returning my kisses. ‘Don’t be silly, party’s just getting started’ she said loudly above the thumping music. ‘You look gorgeous’ she exclaimed, eyeing me from head to toe. ‘Help yourself to food and drinks. There’s nibbles in the living-room, I’ll be serving dinner soon’

And so I wandered off into the living room, grabbing myself a glass of wine as I did, I struck up conversations with other guests and proceeded to enjoy myself and take my mind off Toby. Half an hour later, we were all called to the kitchen where we were seated at a large round dinner table. A delicious meal of mixed seafood risotto, washed down with more wine and followed by a creamy dessert of Italian ice-cream with moist chocolate fudge cake was served. Conversation around the table flowed easily, ranging from work to babies, sex, travel, fashion, politics, relationships…a real cocktail of topics.

Alison was siting next to Mark, and occasionally he would lean toward her and give her a kiss on the head. He had his arm around her all night and when he thought no-one could see, he would slip his hand slightly up Alison’s shirt and fondle her breast. I could tell Alison was enjoying this. Her cheeks flushed a dusky shade of pink and her eyes would quickly search around the table, making sure no-one was looking.

By then, I had diverted my eyes back to the person sitting next to me, but glancing back again I noticed the nipple of the breast his fingers had been busy with now poking through the fabric of her shirt. This aroused strange feelings in me, remembering the way my own nipples would respond to Toby’s touch, and as I did so I felt a sweet tingling sensation as they stood proud against my breasts, pushing against the satin of my own top.

At that moment I noticed Alison looking directly at me, a little smile stretched across her lips as though she knew that I had been watching. I instinctively looked away and put an arm across my chest, not wanting her to see how turned on I was. I wondered if anyone else had noticed what they were up to, but they all seemed far too engaged in their conversations.

I could sense a warm feeling spreading through my body, ending at my womanhood, making me shift awkwardly in my seat. I felt odd for enjoying their private little show that had now become so public to me. I also had unwanted feelings of sadness creeping back as I watched them together, so obviously in love, wishing my Toby could be here too, angry that he hadn’t been more supportive of my plans.

As I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, I quickly made my excuses, thanked my host for a lovely dinner and made a hasty exit.

It was pouring heavily outside and despite my efforts to avoid the heavy raindrops, my hair and clothes quickly became wet. I found my keys in my little purse and opened the front door, slamming it behind me, immediately bursting into tears as I slid down to the wooden floor, my back against the door, in complete darkness.

I sat sobbing to myself for what seemed like an eternity, watching demre escort my tears create tiny puddles on the floor, feeling the energy slowly drain from my body as it always did whenever I cried. I began drifting off to sleep when the knock-knock on my door woke me up. Quickly wiping my eyes and clumsily getting back up on my still clad feet, I looked through the peephole. I could just about make out the silhouette of someone who looked like Alison. To be sure, I put the latch on the door and opened it as far as it would.

‘That you Alison?’ I muttered, her blurry figure becoming clearer as the dim light of the porch flooded my eyes.

‘Yes it’s me, is it alright if come in? It’s just that you looked a bit upset as you were leaving earlier’ she said, looking concerned.

She had changed out of her earlier outfit of a smart trouser suit and was now wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

‘Don’t worry about me, I’m fine’ I lied. ‘Your party…’

As I said this, I realised I could no longer hear music.

‘It’s over, everyone left a while ago. Just thought I should check up on you but if you’d rather be alone I understand’

‘No. No, please come in’ I pleaded as I removed the latch and fully opened the door, closing it behind her. ‘Please, sit down’

I motioned towards the large brown leather couch that had been delivered early that morning.

‘Can I get you something to drink?’ I asked.

‘Don’t you think I’ve had enough already’ she giggled. ‘Your clothes, they’re soaked.’

I suddenly realised that in my little moment of misery I had forgotten to undress. I ventured into the bedroom, peeled off my wet clothes, removed my shoes and slipped into a pair of shorts and a clean vest, and returned to the living room where I sat next to Alison on the couch. The tv was on and some random music channel was playing.

Alison and I began chatting, talking about our lives, careers, discovering a little more about each other as we went along. She had a very easy way about her which immediately put me at ease. I felt I could open my heart up to this complete stranger, something I would never usually do.

Conversation then turned to men and inevitably boyfriends. I discovered that she and Mark had been together for a number of years and had a somewhat ‘open’ relationship. This left me a little shocked as it was such a foreign concept to me, but I tried my best to hide it for fear of looking childish.

As we talked about Toby, I told her about the problems we’d had before I moved, how he hadn’t spoken to me for 2 weeks, how he had sworn to find someone else while I was gone, how he’d not called me since I arrived…I couldn’t control the tears streaming down my face. I turned away from Alison, in an attempt to hide my quivering lips.

Alison put her arms around me, pulling me close to her. She had one hand on my head, running her fingers through my hair, and the other gently stroking my back, soothing me. As my body relaxed into hers, I found my head slowly dropping, nestling into the curve of her neck, as I always did with Toby when I needed comforting.

As I inhaled, I could detect the faint sweetness of Lavender on her skin. I was so close to a stranger I barely knew, a woman at that, and although logically it didn’t seem right, all my worries seemed to escape with every breath. I closed my eyes and placed my arm around the small of her back to snuggle even closer to her, the warmth of her breath spreading across my body.

I felt her soothing fingers trail their way from my back towards my face, travelling over the curve of my chin, my rounded cheeks, and back down to my lips, lingering over their outline, delighting in their fullness. She brought her lips down to meet mine, kissing me tenderly, making me gasp, shocked at what was happening to me, even more shocked that I was enjoying it. I made finike escort a feeble attempt at pulling away but her eyes seemed to have pierced right into the very depths of my being, keeping me locked to her. She knew I was hers.

Her fingers drew small circles over my arm… waist…supple hips and thighs, making me gasp once more as she slipped her fingers under the moist cloth of my shorts, lightly pinching my swollen clit, caressing the delicate skin around my labia. I felt the wetness of my own juices on my stomach as she inched her way to my chest.

She unlocked her lips from mine, my heavy head falling into her lap. I turned my nose towards her crotch, savouring the subtle musky scent of her womanhood, my tongue becoming drenched at the thought of what it would be like to taste it.

I could hear my heart thumping as her hand inched towards my left breast, gently squeezing the soft rounded flesh through the flimsy fabric of my vest. Her wet tongue travelled down my neck until it reached the fleshy mound of my right breast, drawing a line to my nipple but deliberately avoiding it. Through my vest, her tongue circled around my areola several times, coaxing my nipple to emerge fully, standing taut, straining against the cloth.

In two swift movements, my vest was by my torso, my shorts by my feet. A cool breeze surged in from a window. Alison’s eyes fixed on my nipples, watching them rise even further, standing erect against my fullly engorged breasts. She blew gently against each one before finally placing her wet lips around my right nipple, drawing it firmly into her mouth, sending shockaves of pleasure to my clit.

I felt my nipple harden in her mouth as he sucked on it fervently, pulling it further into her mouth, flicking it firmly with her tongue, her hand occupied with my other breast, rolling and tugging my left nipple between her fingers. My breasts bounced gently in all directions, enjoying the longed-for attention.

I arched my body towards hers, letting out little moans to tell her just how much I was enjoying what she was doing.

She bit my nipple, making me cry out loud from the pain. She let go with a snap and moved to my left nipple, taking over from her fingers, sucking harder, more hungrily this time. My breathing became louder and heavier as the sweet feelings and wetness around my clit intensified, aching to be touched, sucked, anything, just begging for attention. I began to rub my thighs together, enjoying the friction against my clit.

Her hand wandered back to my now exposed pussy. She slid a finger into my wet pussy, massaging my g-spot as I let out another sharp gasp. She slid another finger in, then a third and continued finger-fucking me, the thick juices from my pussy making loud smacking noises,the base of her palm rubbing my clit in circular movements, her lips still engaged around my nipple.

I thrust my hips towards her hand, grinding desperately against it, wanting more, feeling my muscles tense around her fingers, but at the same time trying to fight it, not wanting this moment to end. I felt my body stiffen as wave after delicious wave of orgasmic extasy coursed through my clit and pussy, my body jerking forwards, my back arching.

I cried out loudly as the last orgasmic wave shot through me. My body collapsed back into hers, now glistening with sweat, gently shuddering as it recovered from her assault.

She released my nipple and held me as she descended to the floor, laying me on the soft central rug, shedding me completely of my clothes. She stood up, went to the bedroom and returned with a white cotton cloth, laying it across both our bodies.

She kissed me softly all over my body, content in knowing that she had satisfied me fully, enjoying my lips once more as I fell asleep in her arms…

I returned to the brightness of my living room as the last details of the events of the night before left my mind. By my side was a handwritten note from Alison.

‘You know where I am, if you need anything…’ it read.

I clutched it to my body, allowing myself just a fleeting sense of guilt as I drifted into a daydream, vowing to return the favour, dreaming of more encounters to come….

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Chapter 1

“Oxygen recirculation systems – go,” Sam said. I glanced at her – had there been hesitation in that response?

“You sure?” I asked.

“Yes…I did say ‘go,'” she responded, maybe a little irked. Her vaguely almond-shaped violet eyes flashed at me, though her naturally blonde hair indicated her mixed ancestry.

“I’m sorry, it’s just me,” I replied. “My husband says I’m a ‘little’ controlling. I’ll get over it, I promise.”

“No worries,” she replied in her soft New Zealand accent. Or maybe it was Australian, I’m no good at identifying those kinds of things. You’d think an army brat would be.

“Temp control?” I asked, consulting the checklist.

“Uhh…temp control A-Ok,” she said. She pushed back from the console, and then caught herself before she crashed into the panel behind her holding about a dozen science experiments.

“Oops,” she giggled.

“Yeah, it takes getting used to, no matter how many rides you’ve taken on the Vomit Comet,” I replied, using the nickname astronauts had bestowed long before Sam or me for the airplanes – currently a modified Boeing 727 – used to simulate zero gravity conditions like those found in the International Space Station.

“Okay, that’s it, then. Looks like we’ll make it another day,” I said with a smile.

“That’s good to know. It’s darned cold out there, and not a whole lot of air,” Sam, short for Samantha Severson, said. She was originally from Queensland, Australia, and had also spent a fair amount of time in Auckland, New Zealand, which I suppose explains why her accent was difficult to pin down.

Her youth spent surfing had encouraged her to grow up long, tanned and quite beautiful. I supposed that her time in New Zealand had added her predilection for informal and rough clothing. She’d apparently been sheep farming there. I didn’t know much more than that, except that she was an expert in earth sciences, livestock, agronomy, agriculture, and some ‘miscellaneous sciences,’ and was in charge of overseeing the numerous ongoing experiments on the Station.

“Well, we’ve got enough air to last us, umm, theoretically forever, or until the reactor powering the CO2 scrubber gives out anyway. In practical terms, that’s forever, I guess,” I said, answering her comments.

“Jan, you’ve been up here for nearly 9 months now, aren’t you anxious to be back home?” Sam asked, her brow furrowed, her violet eyes intent on mine. Her normally long dark blonde hair was tied back in a bun, a very practical way of handling long hair in a gravity-free environment. She wore a tee shirt and gym shorts similar to those that I had adopted shortly after my arrival on the International Space Station almost nine months before. Sam had arrived just a month ago, and was still getting used to the cramped quarters, and adjusting to her one and only roommate, me.

I’m Jan Fredericks, a veteran pilot at age 28, graduate of the Naval Academy, married, no children, petite but shapely. Being fairly short makes my small breasts look much bigger, but I’d never received any complaints from my husband. My hair, unlike that of the new ‘surfer’ girl – my joke nickname for her on occasion – was dark and cut military short, a pixie style. And of course, given that I was an astronaut and a member of the military, rank Captain, also in very good physical condition.

“Yes, oh yes,” I replied wistfully. I missed my husband Tom quite a bit, and looked forward to my return to earth within the next three months. I absently brushed back my hair over my right ear, my blue eyes tearing a little, and then ran my fingers like a comb through my short cut hair from front to back. “Tom reminds me how much he misses me when we get a chance to talk, it gets hard. How about you, anyone keeping you thinking of earth?” I asked.

“Yeah, there’s…someone. I really miss…” Her voice trailed off. I think I understood how she felt by now, especially the first month of parting. I assessed Sam. A highly competent research scientist, in spite of looking like Australian Baywatch (a show from my childhood), she’d almost immediately gotten into tending the existing experiments and starting some new ones. Sam was a civilian, of course, and can I say it? I would have killed to have hair that glossy and healthy!

She was tall, 5′ 9″, rounded and busty, very attractive. I figured on first seeing her that she had a ton of boyfriends, as she wasn’t married. She was way more intellectual than me, which I guess follows with our respective lines of work. She was one year older than me and quite accomplished at such a relatively youthful part of her life. I was used to science experts in their forties on the Station.

Me, I was one of a long series of flight jockeys whose job was to keep the Station in orbit over the earth. Not too far, not too close. Not all that different from a tugboat skipper, I guessed, except without old tires on the fender to keep from crashing into the dock. On the space station, we depended solely antalya escort bayan on the shuttle to come and go, though there was a small escape capsule, an old Soyuz capsule from the Russians. That was pretty much theoretical, though, since it had never been used.

Sam and I had talked a lot over the last month, there’s not a whole lot to do after you get through the mandatory daily activity. She’d been pretty mysterious about her love life, but, it was none of my business anyway. The last thing you want to do with your sole roommate is pry into her life, or piss her off. I mean, it’s not like you can avoid each other! As a result, we’d tiptoed around the issues of private lives, and confined our discussions to other things.

The beeper at the com console went off, and Sam went windmilling by me, her legs and arms spinning as she dove for the headset. I heard a muttered “Shit!” as she sped by, her ponytail spinning in time with her body. She still wasn’t used to the lack of gravity, and the ‘equal and opposite reactions’ that sometimes occurred when she made a movement. She managed to regain control, and steadied herself at the seat in front of the small TV camera.

“Hello, Houston!” she greeted the Communications Specialist on Earth. We couldn’t see him, but he could see us. It was 915 hours GMT, so it was probably Mike McConnell on the other end. He had the late shift, it being 2:15 AM in Houston. Time gets a little screwy in space, I guess. I really liked Mike, he reminded me of Tom, so I always pictured Tom’s face when talking to him.

Sam adjusted the headset, then said, “Oh, okay.” As she punched the ‘speaker’ button, I heard the slight staticky sound of a radio transmission, then Mike’s voice. “…hear me?” he said.

“Yuh,” we both barked out. “Loud and clear,” I added. After a few seconds delay, he responded. The delay was a normal part of earth to space back to earth communications.

“Good. Look, I’ve got Dr. Sandcroft here, he has something to tell you.” We both looked at each other. Dr. Ivan Sandcroft was the Director of Manned Space Flight Programs at NASA, and had previously only addressed us on a few occasions. Sam shrugged her shoulders.

“Hey, what’s the worst?” she asked me, sotto voce. “They’re gonna fire us?” I grinned at her.

“I could live with that,” I said. “At least, as long as relocation was involved.”

“Hello? Hello?” Dr. Ivan Sandcroft’s voice bellowed over the speaker, causing it to crackle a little. Like many other people who should know better, Dr. Sandcroft unconsciously thought he needed to shout in order to be heard.

“Uh, you’re coming in four by four, Doc,” I said. “What’s up?”

“Jan, is that you?” he asked. I resisted the temptation to ask him who else it might be.

“Yes sir,” I answered instead. “We weren’t expecting a transmission…”

“Ahh, uh, yes,” he answered. “Commander, we’ve noted an…anomaly…outside of the orbit of Mars, and wanted to make you aware of it.”

“Anomaly, sir?” Sam asked, beating me to it by a nanosecond.

“Umm, there appears to be an object headed this way,” Sandcroft said.

“Yes, sir?” we both said in unison, still not clear what the concern might be. All kinds of space junk is either circling earth in a slowly decaying orbit, or small meteoroids are crashing into the atmosphere below us. If people knew how much junk from decades of space program efforts by literally dozens of nations circled the Earth, they’d be shocked. (It’s in the thousands.)

There was even talk of a mummified cosmonaut from the ’60’s still circling the earth, though I don’t know how much truth there was to that story. Less frequently were sightings of debris larger than a pinhead.

“I’ll spell it out plainly,” Sandcroft said. “It’s very small, perhaps the size of a car, but our magnetometer readings indicate that it’s extremely, extremely dense.”

“Iron meteroid, sir?” I ventured. “Some heavier metal?”

“Um, no,” he answered, after the delay. “It’s nothing we’ve ever encountered here before. One of our physicists believes it might be a black hole. Another group, a study group, thinks it might be a piece of anti-matter. ” The silence after that statement lengthened far beyond the normal delay. Either one of those theoretically could be catastrophic if they hit the Earth.

Finally, Sam asked, “What does that mean…to us and…Earth?”

“Unknown, Doctor Severson,” he responded. “As you know, we really know very little about black holes or anti-matter. Black holes, of course, are thought to be collapsed stars, which have become so dense that nothing that comes within range can escape their gravitational pull. Not even visible light. Hence the name, ‘black hole.’ Anti-matter, on the other hand, is an entirely theoretical class of matter believed to be incompatible with matter. Thus, it would be very difficult for us to handle and study anti-matter, much less find any. Er, until now, possibly. Why, I remember a conference in Paris in 2017 alanya escort at which it was theorized-“

“Um, Doc, so you all know something’s coming, you just don’t know what it is, or what it’ll do when it gets here,” I summarized.

“Well, yes, that’s it precisely, Jan.” He added, “The Tunguska blast in Siberia in 1908, which flattened a good part of the countryside for miles around, was thought by some to be a piece of anti-matter the size of a pinhead. Unless it was a black hole. Or, an asteroid.” I rolled my eyes at Sam.

Sandcroft continued. “And we can’t even tell how big it actually is. It appears to be the size of a car, but it could be the size of a baseball, or the size of a continent. We can’t get it focused in with our visual wavelength telescopes. We just don’t know.”

His next words were chilling.

“And as far as we can tell, it’s headed toward Earth.” There was a long silence then. I had no idea what to say, nor did it appear that Sam knew.

“We’re expecting, at the very least, an extinction level event. Worse case, the earth itself will be destroyed. I’m sorry,” Sandcroft finished. There was only the hiss of static then, for a few long seconds.

I heard a sob from Sam, and turned to see her face crumpled in fear, or sorrow, or both. I imagine I looked much the same. I had trouble catching my breath.

“We’ll keep you updated as best we can,” Sandcroft said. “We considered bringing you two back in an emergency rescue, but to what? In any case, if it hits us, it’ll be within the week. We expect Earthfall by the 17th, 6 days from now.”

“What do you want us to do, sir?” I asked.

“Continue on with your activities as scheduled,” he said, his voice tinny. “If the object misses us, your experiments won’t have been disturbed. If it doesn’t, well, I guess your schedule then will be up to you. I’ll be in touch with you every four hours, and keep you updated. Pray for us…and yourselves. Signing off now.”

Sam and I sat in silence, and then I heard her softly crying next to me. I turned to look at her, tears, in spite of the lack of gravity, rolling down her cheeks. I began crying too, and I took her in my arms, the touch of another human being the only familiar thing in that inhuman environment. Her body was heaving as she sobbed, and I felt relief that she could express my feelings for me, as I strove to keep us from completely collapsing.

We stayed like that for nearly an hour, and then both fell asleep, only waking when we floated off into the side wall. I led Sam to her seat, and buckled her in, then did the same for myself, and we slept some more, until the next time that Sandcroft called us. His updates didn’t do anything to relieve our fear, but we came to treasure them as possibly the last time we’d ever speak to, or listen to, another human being besides ourselves.

I appreciated more than I could express, his putting Tom on to speak to me, before the end, his voice so wistful and tragic to me, but so precious in its rarity. I held myself in check, as I knew that the only other choice was to break down completely. Tom expressed his undying love for me, and I, mine for him. We knew we were sharing it with the world, at least that portion of the world that wasn’t looting, or committing suicide, as news of the impending calamity had gotten out quickly.

I was mildly surprised when Sam, too, expressed her love, but to a woman named Kristin. It didn’t make me think less of her, by any means, it was just unexpected. I tried not to overhear her conversation, but practically speaking, that’s impossible on a space station, and in any case, the world heard it too. I was surprised at how normal it was, at least considering the circumstances. I mean, it was the same as would occur between a man and woman.

The days passed quickly, far too quickly, until we were on a final countdown and all was clear. We in the space station would not be directly affected by the object. It turned out to be about 500 meters in diameter, but far denser than any known asteroid.

It certainly wouldn’t hit such a small object as ours, and its kinetic energy, released throughout the earth itself, like a dum dum bullet shattering a human head, wouldn’t likely reach up into space in any meaningful way that would affect us.

We, Samantha and I, would become bystanders then, observers of the destruction of a good part of the biosphere of earth. The planet itself might survive, quite capably, but as to how much of any species, much less homo sapiens, would survive, was unknowable. The last time such an event of this magnitude had happened had been about 65 million years ago, when most of the dinosaurs, and many other species, had been wiped out by both the collision of an asteroid with the earth in the vicinity of the Gulf of Mexico, and by the conditions that followed it.

Chapter 2

Dr. Sandcroft had told us of what to expect, and to our shock and horror, that’s pretty much how it went. There was antalya escort a bright streak of light, beginning at the upper edges of earth’s atmosphere, impossibly small and thin, just a toothpick being stuck into an apple. A smaller flash of light followed the first, like a pilot fish after a shark. Perhaps a broken off piece of the object.

Where the toothpick stuck into the apple, however, the fruit rotted and turned greenish-gray, a ripple of destruction and decay radiating outward over the globe. The object struck somewhere around Spain, and Europe disappeared quickly, then the rest of the globe gradually disappeared in a weird gray haze. It was nothing like the wave of destruction we had been told about, but obviously of global proportions. It was impossible to know what happened from that point on, as the entire globe was eventually wrapped in the weird grey cottony mantle. Watching the tragedy, I was suddenly overcome and blacked out, but only briefly. Apparently Sam did too, I supposed it was the shock of watching the end of the world.

Radio transmissions disappeared, not just those from Houston, but all others too on all bands. Sam and I were left in silence, as life on earth gave itself up. Silence, like a mighty scream, filled what we thought might be the last outpost of humanity. Sam and I had already cried our tears for Tom, and for Kristin, for our families and for all mankind. We had to consider our future, but for now we could only mourn without tears.

The next couple of days were the closest I can ever imagine to hell, as we observed, and took what few notes we could. Truth to tell, what was there to note? The earth was hidden behind an impenetrable cocoon of clouds, and there were no radio, television or any other kinds of transmissions that we could detect. I think that we were both in shock, and I think it was definitely for the best, so that we could ignore the pain surrounding us.

We both skated numbly through the station, attending to our self-assigned duties, hiding behind routine. It was two weeks later that we finally broke down, and, I think, began to move on. It all started with a simple request.

“Sam, would you get me the chronometer from the drawer behind you?” I asked.

She looked up at me.

“I’m busy right now with this calculation, I’ll get it in a minute,” she said, a small hint of sharpness in her voice.

“Look, it’s right there. Just toss it across, I’ll catch it, I played softball at the Academy,” I said.

“Goddamnit, I said I’d get it for you in a minute,” Sam snapped at me. “And I don’t really appreciate you trying to be a fucking comedian.” Then she said something that I just barely caught.

“What did you say?” I said sharply, and glided across the station to glare at her from inches away.

“I said, ‘Bitch!'” she said, her jaw jutting out defiantly. “I’ve had about enough of your ordering me around. I’m not your fucking slave.”

“Call me a bitch?” I huffed. “You’re the one who’s acting like a snotty little stuck up cunt around here!”

“Fuck you, you wanker! Get away from me!” she yelled, giving me a push. Of course that moved me as well as her, in opposite directions. For some reason that infuriated me, and I slapped at her, my open palm missing her face by inches. It probably would have ended things, shocking us both, if I’d connected then, but we both began screaming and wrestling, tearing at each other.

Fighting in zero-G is really pretty unpleasant, as we rolled through the small space of the cabin, smashing into the thankfully padded walls, trying to get a stranglehold on each other. Every time one would get a grip on the other, the reaction would allow the other to escape, which only maddened us both further.

We were screaming, slapping, punching and pulling at each other for about five minutes, both of us bruising, fortunately not suffering any serious injury, when our shouts began to turn to sobs, our grabbing at each other becoming less and less that of anger and a desire to hurt, and more and more a reaching out to find another human being to find comfort and solace in.

Our death grips turned to grips of desperation, as we realized that we had both been immensely hurt by events, yet we had suffered nothing in comparison to the rest of mankind. We cried out, each of us then, not in anger and hate, but in a feverish despair, in search of the other, and we came together in a frenzy, much like that they say couples experience in time of desperation.

Somewhere in the dim recesses of the lizard brain inside each of us, is the response to procreate, to mate, when the race is threatened. Men and women will couple as though filled with lust, when they know they’re doomed, an atavistic effort to keep the human race going just one day longer. Sam and I were no different. We were locked together in an embrace of grief, two women mourning our losses, our bodies sweating, our breathing rapid and shallow, our emotions completely out of control.

I became acutely aware of the feeling of Sam’s body against mine, her breasts jutting into mine through the fabric of our NASA tee shirts, the incredible heat of her body, the smell of her body’s intimate fragrance mingling with the smell of her animal sweat, her long hair floating free around us, her fingers against my head, grabbing at my short hair.

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I met Kay years later again, upon adulthood at a mutual friend’s wedding whom we had known for years; quaint, at a big blue house on the edge of a canyon in the sleepy cool spring in the foothills of California.

Being face to face with this girl after so much time apart was awkward, she had been scrawny when we were younger. Now she was filled with the voluptuous sizing of womanhood. About twenty, like me, only she had gilded halo of hair, finely spun like silken cascades delving into the American River with it’s fantasy stories of the gold rush. I was finding my Eureka in her clasped and clumsy bun. Her figure was a perfect hourglass, tiny waist with enormous and curving hips and breasts. I searched her face, and noticed her gaze on me as well.

I was dating an older man now. Nearly bald, ten years my senior, thin, kind, and well-established. I had no interest in girls since the early days of discovering my sexuality. But all I could think right now was of getting her alone, and tracing those lines again and relearning new curves. I wanted to reacquaint and test-drive. Dip my fingers in until her breathing lost it’s steadiness. I wanted to soil her new clean grown-up self with the old images, with my dark hair, and my deep nature. I wanted to show her every trick I had learned along the way. And I wondered if she felt similarly.Small talk transcribed. Inquiries after family, divorced- like hers. Employed. Dating. All the cliches of new adulthood. Her current fellow walked up behind her and rested a hand on her shoulder. He was chunky like a football player. The kind of guy who was probably named Biff.

I compared his inadequacies to me. I was thinner obviously. But still muscular. Fairly thick, actually. Short, autumn leaves as hair to my waist- versus a military regimen buzzcut. I was sure my supple artist’s hands could produce chills she had never known with him.

As of late, humans had become a conquest for me. They were losing their human qualities, and turning into sexual devices. I found the small talk grating, and became frustrated. I soon excused myself to the restroom. Finding the first floor bathroom locked, I ascended the stairs- searching to see if I could find one on that floor. There were two immaculate rooms, with embroidered birds on the pillows in sumptuous tones. These matched bed-covers as if life had been cut from a catalog. I crossed escort antalya through one of these rooms- seeing a mirror hanging high which reflected a door, and I closed this behind me as I entered the hidden bathroom. The set tile was pale turquoise and lime with an almost institutional feel to it.

I settled on the toilet seat to think. Locked in this strange little room, I looked into the bathtub, running my hand along the tremendously unsullied edge. I climbed into the bathtub, my dress pressed against the cold, the tile rubbing my thighs. I pulled my knees to my chin- and the door rattled. I panicked.

“Um, someone’s in here,” I yelped, holding my knees tightly. But the door persisted. I was about to stand when the door opened to reveal Kay- with a bobby-pin.

“I’ve been jimmying that lock since I was seven.” She said smiling slyly. Her eyes sparkled, like a deep clean ocean on a bright day in June. I scrunched my face up, and looked down at my odd display. Rolled into a ball in a bathtub hugging my knees.

“I’m sorry, did you need something from in here, I didn’t mean to be in the way,” I said, not letting up on my ball form. She shut the door behind her. My heart started beating in increasingly rapid motions. She locked the handle and crossed to the tub.

“What are you doing in the bathtub?” She asked raising her eyebrows.

‘I’m holding my knees and trying not to think about you naked,’ I thought.

“Um thinking. This is how I think,” I said, instead. Her mouth made a curvy grin matching her curving hips, and heaving breasts. Her lips looked wet with an orange-tinged gloss, like she casually ate an orange, and it stained the petals of her mouth.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Stuff and things…” I laughingly gave up. We laughed together. No sexy one-liners, just a shared look that gave up what we knew was a mutual feeling. Silence soon overcame the laughter, and she asked me to move over and make room for her so she could think too.

There we were. Two formally clad twenty-somethings sitting in a turquoise bathtub. Our knees collectively pulled to our chins. I instinctively reached out to her hair and started to stroke it. Short fingernails threading the feather-soft down. Her back moved to me. In the crux of my legs, she looked up at me as I continued to pet her head. Then slowly she belek escort started to stroke my leg.

It was instantaneous reminiscence. Memories bombarded me! The big walnut tree in the yard that she broke her arm falling out of- the neighbors prize tulips with the black dust inside I used to love to harvest and stroke from the petals- the magical things of youth- of a young mind expanding. And now older there was room for more expansion, always something new to learn from this old friend. Her mouth pressed on mine.

It was a wet kiss, her gloss like tangerine. “Living reflection from a dream” New lines formed. Her breasts were tangible, enormous, alive! I unzipped her dress to exposes them. I took one in my mouth- licking and biting and teasing her smooth skin, and roseate nipples. All of a sudden the childish play we had known became a new adult frontier. She gasped, her hands still running along my legs, teasing higher and higher while suckled. The tip of my tongue pointed to her nipple- then I withdrew and blew lightly on it. The response was enormous, she stood at attention, and gasped. She took my face in her hands and ravenously kissed my mouth. I had never experienced such a passionate, deep kiss. I thought my lips would surely start to bleed, my teeth clinked against hers.

She reached down and down. Prying the edges of my red boy-cut panties loose from the schism of my partially closed inner thighs. She maneuvered these to my ankles, and slowly pet the soft skin nearest my center. The rhythm was perfection. Her timing remembered from years of experience of touching every square inch of skin until we understood which places felt good and what it took to feel everything completely. Her mind never wavered.

Her finger lazily seeking my vulva and the opening of my sex expanding like an enormous hothouse flower. I lay open before her as she coaxed a thin liquid to drizzle from my core. I felt like I was bursting from the inside. Seeking out her lips, and kissing hard. Her mouth was a carnal creature scavenging and victimizing me.

My climax became imminent. Rolling up and forward and slowly in and out, rubbing and swaying against my clit, and then she delved her fingers plunging deep inside of me and rocking with the shape of my beautiful wound. The moan escaped my mouth and she drew it into hers. She licked döşemealtı escort my lips, and played with my nipple, dipping one hand down my dress and the other deep inside of me. My body was curving like a marionette on the string of a master puppeteer. She plunged until her fist climbed inside my waiting sex. She covered my mouth with hers as I screamed.

Then a knock came at the door.

“Just a minute-” Kay said, smiling at me, her fist still inside me, still.

“Kay-… is that you?” It was her boyfriend. “So this is where you went.”

“I’ll be out in a minute, Korinne was helping me pin my dress, a piece came undone.”

“Aw come on honey, you know I would’ve helped you with that.” He said suggestively.

“Oh go away, we’ll be out soon.” She said, winking at me.

“Alright. I’m gonna get a beer. You girls play nice.” He said. I cocked my eyebrow at her. She shrugged.

“I guess we’d better put ourselves back together here.” She said as she slowly rolled her fist from me. She stood up, and I reached up, holding her legs on either side.

“Mmmm,” I moaned. “But when do I get to reciprocate? I bet you’re soaking under there,” I said as I reached to her panties, to find them glistening and saturated.

I tugged at the sides of them pulling them slowly down to her ankles and sliding them under her feet as she held onto my shoulders. Her hands were still covered in my juices and I took one of her fingers in my mouth. I pressed the side of her sex with my thumb, reaching the rest of my fingers into her, and her legs wobbled, but I wrapped my free arm around her holding her steady. I worked rapidly. A quick jutting motion into her waiting sex, already primed and quavering. Then I buried my head into her sex. Smelling the sweet shell, and slowly spreading the lips to point my tongue to her vulva. I flickered with more talent and voraciousness than I thought possible. She was my poetry, my muse, and I kissed and bit, light and strong. She moaned- her vocal range high and low at once. I knew she was close so stuck my fingers inside- waiting for the optimal moment when her breathing became loose and unsteady plunging deep into her, but keeping my mouth on her sucking her deep my teeth against everything. She screamed and clasped her hand over her mouth.

Then she collapsed completely. We lay in the bathtub together trembling slightly. Slowly we stumbled from our stupor, kissing mouths lightly. Becoming more polite. We dressed, and ambled back to the reception. I cut out early, stopping to kiss her on the cheek and give her a calm and friendly hug. A natural embrace caught in a moment of pleasing social contact. This was our goodbye.

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We woke refreshed and loving. Sleeping next to Ana made me feel safe and warm, and with her I slept so well that I found it hard to believe that for most of my life sleep had been elusive. When I told her she smiled and teased me:

“Ah, my Rahab, have I so tired you out that finally you sleep?”

I giggled and kissed her.

“You complete me,” I told her, smiling and kissing her on the lips.

We broke our fast, bathed, and dressed.

The day ahead would be one of talks with the Khan Hamid. He viewed Ana and “the Romans” as possible allies against the Ottomans, and was happy to maintain good relations, although he was obviously ill at ease treating a woman as an equal. He was also aware of her contacts with the Viceroy of Syria (me) and of the nature of that relationship, and no doubt hoped to gain benefit from it. Ana and I had agreed the line she should take.

It was, we both agreed, so different from the palaces and courtyards of the Romans and Ottomans. There things were on a grand, spacious scale, here things were smaller, meaner, narrower, reflecting the spirit of the Mongols who had ended up here. Once world conquerors, by this stage their power was in retreat, and decline. But it would not do to underestimate our enemy.

The Khan’s face accurately reflected his character. The lines in it showed his characteristic expressions were ones of contempt and anger, and in diplomatic negotiations, it almost looked as though his features were out of place.

As is usual on such occasions, the conversations were carried on by the chosen representative, with the Principals being there at the start, and then withdrawing, signalling that people of their status had better things to do, and that underlings could get on with such business. If they failed, they would be disposed of.

“Highness,” said Ana, bowing as she entered, as I did.

“Excellency,” said Hamid, with a slight incline of his head, as though acknowledging as a favour, that she was worthy of being in his company.

“I see you have a new secretary, is she in imitation of your great leader the ‘little vizier?'”

Ana smiled graciously.

“Highness, you discern my flattery to my Mistress. She is reliable and has power to talk with Abdullah.”

He smiled, pleased at the acuity of his perception (if only he had known the truth).

“As he does with her, so let us withdraw and leave them to it. Will you take a tour of the gardens with me?”

They went, leaving Abdullah and myself. I could see in his eyes that he thought I was of no account. Not only was I a woman, but I was a child. Well, that was to the good.

As we talked I took care to drop into the conversation what I wanted him and his master to know. So, yes, I confirmed that the ‘little vizier,’ was planning to invade the Armenian territory in the spring, and in force. There would be, I told him in deepest secrecy, a feint attack towards the Plain, but the Ottomans, as ever, would take them by surprise by going through the mountain passed, hoping to distract the Mongols by the feint.

“And you know this how?” He enquired, his shifty eyes shifting.

“As you know, my Mistress and the vizier are lovers, and where lovers talk, more than is meant gets out. As you also know, we are Christians and have no love for our Ottoman conquerors, and would not see their power expanded.”

He smiled. Such lines of reasoning made sense to his rather narrow view of how the world worked. I could see he had taken the bait.

What did we want? That, I told him was easy. We needed, for obvious reasons, to be on good terms with the Ottomans, and it was not, until Russia became more powerful, in our interest that their Empire should fall, but we would not wish them to become more powerful. From our point of view the Mongol kingdom was a known entity with which we could work. So for us, this was a way of maintaining the status quo.

From the way he was smiling I could see that this all made sense and filled with the views he had already formed; his Master would be pleased with him.

There was, however, one thing we wanted from his Master, if only to explain to the ‘little vizier,’ why we had come.

As men of power do at such moments, he stiffened his sinews. He had already obtained what he wanted, and looked loathe to pay any price.

“You know she will hear about this, and for our own protection, and therefore future use to you, we need to give her something. You know she cares for the Jews, who are her own tribe, and our one request would be to allow us to visit them so we can report back to her.”

I could see his mind weighing the options and coming to the conclusion that he would come out of our negotiations with far more than he had given; he looked satisfied.

“Well, little one, we should, as allies, sustain your position. I will talk to my Lord, but am sure once we have discussed the matter, he will allow what you need to retain credibility in the eyes of the little perverted bitch.”

My features remained placid. I knew how such men regarded antalya escort me and my sexuality, and had no intention of blowing my cover by reacting. If he suspected my identity, there was no sign to him that he was correct.

His Master was as good as his word. Late that afternoon we received news we could travel to the Jewish area to conduct a tour of inspection. It was, we were told, a sign of favour, that we could go unaccompanied. As Ana said, it was more a sign of their over-confidence, after all, what could a couple of women and their bodyguard do against the power of the Mongols?

I was pleased with the results of our conversations, and so was Ana. It kept lines open with the Mongols, but gave them enough misinformation to keep them happy until the last minute when they would realised they had been tricked. But by then it would be too late.

We left for Yeghergis the following morning, en route back to Syria. We arrived in the early afternoon to be greeted by a delegation, including the Rabbi, who was called Rabin.

After a formal greeting, we were shown into a chamber where food had been laid out for us; my people were always hospitable.

As expected, they were wary of us. As I also expected there to be informers in the group, we maintained what protocol and common sense demanded, which was to enquire after local conditions, which were even more dire than was known back in Beirut. People were starving, and as they had no means of paying what the Mongols needed, no way out.

Maintaining the deception that I was merely Ana’s secretary, I asked Rabbi Rabin whether, as a Jew, I could talk privately about spiritual matters. There was, of course, the risk that he was the informer, but there was no help for that. I had to have faith in Our Lady’s promise, and this was the evidence that I had.

That gave us the excuse to slip away to the synagogue as Ana and the others talked.

“What can I do for you little daughter?”

“Rabbi, the question is what I can do for you. I am Rahab, the ‘little vizier,’ and I come to help lead my people to safety. You have perhaps heard of me and from Rabbi Samuel?”

He started and gulped.

“My lady, is it you? We were told you were our Moses, but we scarce dared believe that He Who Is had raised up one in our time!”

He fell to his knee and kissed my hand.

“Teacher, teacher, I am, like you, a tool in the hands of the Almighty, but if it is His Will then we shall do this thing, and you will all be taken from the shadow of the valley of death. Now listen, and carefully, for we have little time, and you will have to deal with the risk of the traitor in your midst.”

He looked me in the eye.

“And how can you be sure that I am not that man?”

“Because He Who Is would not have led me to you, Rabbi.”

He smiled in relief.

“You are correct, and in thinking there are traitors in our midst. I know who they are, and if there is hope, then we can rid ourselves of them and flee.”

So I laid out the plans.

The invasion would come from the south-east after the Christian Pascha. Our forces would come across the plain, deceiving the Mongols about the plan. It was clear to me that the Mongols intended to try to exterminate the Jews, and it would be necessary for them to be prepared to flee if necessary.

There we left it.

With our bodyguard we travelled south and did not draw breath until we reached our own lands, where we stayed the night at the fortress of the local Emir, who welcomed us with a feast in Ana’s honour, not, of course, knowing who I was.

I smiled at Ana’s impatience.

“Well, my darling, now you know how tedious my life can be,” I giggled.

As she went off to eat with the Khan and his allies, I was shown to the kitchen by a rather pretty woman servant, who very kindly prepared me something to eat, and stayed to dine with me.

I thanked her for her care.

“I am Rachel,” I told her, “secretary to Vizier Ana.”

“I am Aly,” she said, “servant to the Khan. Are you also her lover? I hear that she and the Viceroy are lovers.”

Clearly the Empire had no secrets.

I blushed a little, with flashbacks suddenly to my earlier life. Aly reminded me of Jess. She was bigger than me and more forward. The way she was looking at me gave me shivers of pleasure.

“Yes, Aly, I am her lover. Of her and the vizier I can, of course, say nothing.”

She looked at me.

“Oh, how I wish that I had a female lover, but here in the provinces, it is frowned upon. I have a friend at the Khan’s Court, and we meet when she comes to the market here, but we have never managed to make love. Is it as wonderful as I would think?”

My heart went out to her. Oh how I understood her plight. I had been in a similar situation back in Chilea only a few years previously I held her hand and looked into her eyes.

“Yes, Aly, it is more wonderful than you can imagine.”

“Thank you, you are very kind, very reassuring. It is, then, perhaps worth my muratpaşa escort while trying to create time when she comes next market day?”

I confirmed it was, then, on a sudden inspiration, asked how easy it was to get messages from her friend at Court. Aly said it was quite easy as the Khan was so confident of his power that he spoke freely.

“Could you do Ana and the little Vizier a favour? You will be well-rewarded.”

“Of course, you are kind to me, few, if any others, treat a little servant girl as though she were human, and I like you and would be glad to help. The money might be useful in helping things move quickly, and I won’t say it would not be useful.”

At that point a message came from Ana ordering me back to her Chamber.

“Oh, I do so envy you Rachel, I wish I could be with my friend.”

“Well, Aly,” I reassured her, “if you do as I say, you will be, and sooner than you think. If you do this service for us, then I promise you will be with her.”

She looked at me, her brown eyes shining with tears.

“I trust you, and thank you. If I hear anything of interest, what should I do?”

“I will get Ana to talk with your Master, and if you do, he should send a messenger post haste to me in Beirut.”

Aly looked at me.

“You are her, aren’t you? You are the little vizier herself?”

“Yes, yes I am Aly, and that is why you can trust me. Come here.”

She came to me, and I kissed her on the lips.

“There,” I said, as we parted, “that is but a foretaste of what you and your friend have to come.”

She kissed me back.

“Thank you a thousand times, God bless you Rahab.”

I told Ana what had happened, and she smiled.

“Oh my little Rahab, so what would have happened had the servant girl made an attempt on your virtue. Would the little Vizier have yielded and become the servant’s servant?”

As she said this she was massaging my cunt, having stripped herself, and pulled me to her, half-naked.

“And would the viceroy herself have knelt before the servant and eaten her out? I can feel that the very thought is making you wet little one.”

She thrust two fingers into my cunt, which was indeed wet. I gasped as she took me there. Her kisses were like fire across my lips and breasts, and soon I was gasping.

“Eat your Mistress maid Rahab.”

I knelt and pushed my face against her wetness. Gracious, it I had been wet, Ana was dripping.

Making my tongue stiff, I parted her swollen lips with my fingers, prising them apart of reveal her red, wet softness and the entrance to her cunt, then making a tube of it, I thrust it into the tangy juiciness, pushing my face into her. I could hear her moan as I took her. My own cunt was wet and needy, but I wanted her so much.

My fingers traced the path followed by her juices from her cunt to her arsehole, and and they tacked it, my index finger rubbed her there, fingering the rim of her hole. She shivered and moaned as I did so, exhaling mightily as I pushed in slightly. She was gasping now, her breath ragged.

Aroused by her arousal, and loving the effect on her, my finger and thumb began to slightly pinch her bud as my tongue fucked her. As I pulled and fucked, she groaned. I pushed deep into her arse, at which the moan redoubled in intensity, and her body began to shake. She ground her cunt into my face so that my tongue was deeply embedded; that had the effect of doing the same to her arsehole.

As I took both her sex holes, my finger and thumb played with her engorged bud, softly, but pulling and pinching just enough to make her moan even more.

“Rahab, Rahab, no, no, I can’t, I can’t …!”

But she could. She orgasmed there and then. Her cunt sprayed into my face, and her arse clenched my finger greedily.

“Oh my goodness!” She exclaimed as she shook against me.

I heard another noise, she was not the only woman who had just orgasmed. Out of the corner of my eye I could see in the little window above, a pair of eyes, and I guessed that little Aly had enjoyed the spectacle.

As Ana recovered, she pulled me to her, and she whispered into my ear:

“Do you suppose the little servant enjoyed that?”

I giggled and nodded.

“Aly, come down and join us, do not be afraid.”

Ana’s tone gave no room for refusal. There was a rustle, and a few minutes later Aly came into our chamber.

“I was not spying Highness!”

“You were looking though. Give Rahab your finger to suck.”

Aly did as Ana told her. I licked it, tasting her own juices.

“So?” Ana asked me.

“You were right, she has been playing with her cunt.”

Aly blushed, but admitted it.

“So, Aly, I have cum and you have cum, but there is one here who has not, shall we let her?”

“Highness, is it right that I get to decide whether the Viceroy has an orgasm?”

Ana smiled broadly.

“It is right that I ask you, and be assured it will excite her. Doesn’t it darling?”

Ana was being antalya anal yapan escort so naughty, but she knew me so well. She had brought me a long way to full arousal, and then let me service her, building up my own frustration.

“You are still very aroused, are you not Aly?”

She was shivering with lust.

“Oh my god, oh my god, yes, yes I am.”

“Would you like to see how I use Rahab, and will use you?”

I don’t know how Aly felt at that moment, but I could have cum on the spot. I knew the game she was playing for us. She knew this was arousing me to the point of orgasm with not a touch of her finger or tongue; her mind probed me to the point where I could almost have orgasmed at that moment.

“I should love it Highness,” she gasped.

“Adore me Rahab.”

That was my signal to get the cock-shaped instrument she used on me, and to strap it to her thighs. As she stood there, tall, blonde and powerful, again I almost came. Aly was looking at her in lustful amazement.

“Slaves, kneel and kiss my girl-cock.”

We did as we were told, and I kissed Aly across the cock, our lips and tongues meeting and lubricating it. We kissed and licked until we were both wet,, Ana’s hands in our hair.

“Present!” She ordered.

I showed Aly what to do.

We both knelt on all fours, heads down, backsides raised and our holes on display. I turned toward Aly who was looking at me as though to ask if this was my wish. I nodded.

“New slut first, old slut second,” Ana growled, as her girl-cock went into Aly, who groaned loudly. I kissed her as my wife fucked her hard. She gasped when Ana pulled out, and then it was my turn to moan.

“My girl-cock is wet with her, my darling, and you are getting her juices into your slutty cunt.”

At that I moaned. Ana knew how to press my buttons.

Aly and I kissed while I was fucked, then Ana turned back and took her, leaving my cunt empty and leaking. I felt so envious as Aly was fucked, kissing her passionately as though that was the route to feeling what she must have been feeling.

I wanted to scream that I was Ana’s and should be getting this, but as that was precisely what Ana intended, I could just think it for fear of alarming Aly. Then it happened, as Ana slammed in, Aly shuddered and came as we kissed. As she did so, Ana followed, just as she plunged into my cunt. Oh gosh, I felt frustrated and just needed release. But Ana was playing a longer game.

“Come and kiss me Alyslut.”

Aly turned and kissed Ana.

“Thank you, thank you, that was better than I could ever have imagined. I think I love you Highness.”

Ana laughed.

“So do all girls when they have climaxed so. And I have enjoyed it equally. But it seems there is still one who has had no orgasm. Would you like your sex cleaned up?”

Aly had her arms around Ana’s neck.

“Yes, I would love that, I am very messy down there, shall I get a cloth?”

Out of the corner of my eye as I stayed bend over, I could see Ana was stroking her breasts.

“Yes, you could, but of course if there were a slave in this room, she could be commanded to do the job.”

A shiver shot through me.

“Oh Highness, I wish it were so.”

“There is, command Rahab to clean you, call her slave. Lie in front of her, legs apart.”

Aly lay in front of me, legs apart. Her hairs were liberally coated with her juices, and her cunt glistened wetly. She looked at, shyly at first, but when Ana nodded, less so.

“Are you a pussy licking slave, Rahab?”

“Yes Mistress Aly,” I answered in a way I thought would please Ana.

It did, as she thrust her girl-cock into me deeply, forcing my face into Aly’s wetness. She tasted delicious, and I lavished attention on her sex, sucking her hairy lips before thrusting my tongue into her gooey hole.

Ana took me hard, forcing me into Aly’s cunt, and fucking her through fucking me.

“How does it feel having the Viceroy cleaning out your cunt, slut?”

Moaning at my ministrations, Aly shook more at Ana’s words.

“Is she a cunt slut Mistress Ana?” She asked.

“She is, she is mine, but I share this with you as a token of better times.”

Aly grabbed my hair and pulled me into her, as Ana fucked me hard.

The more Ana fucked, the more my face was pushed into Aly, and the more the latter groaned. I tightened my cunt, knowing the effect would be to force the cock up against Ana’s clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Aly sighed and grunted, her third orgasm not far off. Ana thrust in harder and deeper, it felt like she would split me in half. From the leaking onto me and the timbre of her moans, I could tell she, too, was close. I sensed my own orgasm building.

“May I? May I?”

“Ask Aly, beg her!”

“May your slave cum Mistress Aly?”

At that, both she and Ana began to cum. She gasped her assent and, at that moment, my own orgasm overtook me.

I felt her juices in my face, and my own and Ana’s down my thighs.

Ana pulled out, pulling me to her and kissing me, tasting Aly.

“How was that my darling Rahab, was that what you needed by way of release?”

“You knew it was, you know me so well.”

“I hope I did right?” Aly asked, uncertain now the tide of lust was ebbing.

We both reassured her she had pleased us, and she went back to her chamber an exhausted but happy devotee of Sappho.

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Note: This fic contains pee play. If you don’t like it, then don’t read it. And all the other, have fun reading it 🙂

*****

I’m standing in front of the bed and have just hooked my bra when two arms are wrapping around my waist from behind.

“How was your night,” she whispers into my ear, nibbling my earlobe.

I turn around and look at Penny, who is over twenty years older than me, but still has the agility and kinky passion of a young woman. “Well, my night was rather exhausting and not very long.”

“Really? I can’t imagine why,” she says with smirk, closing the gap between us and plants a gentle kiss on my lips. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“Me, neither.” My fingers run through her uncombed hair and my gaze falls on the clock on the nightstand, the strap- on from last night’s love making still lying there. “But I have another two hours till I have to be at the airport.” I grin and we kiss deep and long.

Penny breaks the kiss and looks mischievously at me. “Mmmmm, I think I know how we can kill the time.” She unhooks my bra and lets it fall on the floor. She licks her lips when she sees my big breasts. Penny looks at me when she leans forward and lets the tip of her tongue swirl around my already hard nipple. Her other hand grabs my other breast and plays with my nipple.

“Uh, I like this kind of amusement,” I moan. She leaves my breast and starts kissing her up to my mouth. Again our tongues duel each other. I open the laces of her bathrobe and slide it over her shoulders, covering them with kisses now. She moans but escort antalya then she pushes me away.

Before I could protest she says,” Turn around and close your eyes.” I do as I was told.

She kneels down behind me and her cold hands grab the cuff of my panty. Penny pulls them over my buttocks and plants kisses on each of them. I can’t help myself and start to moan when she gently bites me in the soft flesh. My hands find my aroused breasts and I slowly begin to knead them.

“Do you like that,” comes the rhetorical question from behind me before she pulls my panty down over my knees. One of her hands is reaching between my legs and move very slowly upwards until it’s reaching my folds. My eyes are still closed, my hands still massage my breasts and her middle finger begins to run along my pussy. Slowly and shy at first. I spread my legs as far as my panty around my knees allows me to and her finger immediately finds my inner lips. She is teasing my clit a bit, flicking over it, swirling it around. I gasp and put my hand on hers. Forcing her to slide inside me. She begins to slide in and out and stands up, never losing the rhythm. Penny showers my shoulder with kisses when she adds another finger. Again I cup her hand and beg for more.

“You want more,” she whispers in my ear. I can feel her hot breath tickle my ear. I’m not able to answer because she is increasing her movements. Wiggling her fingers inside me, touching my inner walls. I can feel a little pressure on my bladder. My legs begin to tremble a bit döşemealtı escort and I lean back against her. Her hard nipples press against my back, her trimmed mound brushing against my bum. Penny’s other hand is touching my belly, slender fingers are running upwards, leaving a trail of goose bumps. I press my bum against her pelvis and we begin to move in the same rhythm. The pressure on my bladder is slowly increasing. Her fingers move in and out in a steady rhythm, my pussy is so wet that I can hear her smacking. I arch against her body when her hand finds my breast and grabs it hard. One of her fingers find my clit at the same time. The pressure on my bladder is nearly unbearable and with every thrust I think I’m going to lose control.

“Stop, Penny, ” I says completely out of breath,” I… I… can’t hold it… anymore… I…I have to…pee.”

“I hope you are not going to waste it,” she says and is loosening her grip around my belly and slides out of me. “Kneel on the bed and show my your beautiful smile.”

“Your wish is my command.” Although I’m not into pee drinking, do I certainly don’t mind to serve my lady a drink. I get out of my panty and climb on the bed. The cool air hits my wet and swollen pussy when I spread my legs as far as possible. Penny kneels behind me and is teasing my clit with her tongue. I try to relax my bladder, which isn’t easy because Penny is nibbling my labia now. Sucking and biting it. But soon the first drops are running down my lips and are immediately konyaaltı escort licked up by Penny.

“Do you want more?” I tease her?

“You bet and I hope it’s going to be a long and hard stream.” She spreads my pussy for me and I can’t hold it any longer. The first shy stream runs down my thighs but then I bow down a bit further, press harder and I can feel that my pee comes out in a nice bow. She moans and I can hear how my juice fills her mouth. I press even harder and the hissing gets louder. My nipple are so hard now that they hurt when they brush against the mattress. My stream is still hard and her mouth is full by now. I yelp when she is spitting my piss against my pussy and I stop pissing, although there is plenty left.

“I want to piss on your tits,” I say and she lays down on the floor. I can hardly hold my pee when I get up and step over her. Drops are running down my thigh. I’m standing right over her tits. She looks at me with pure lust and she licks her lips when I squat down.

“Piss hard,” she commands and immediately a hard and full stream nearly bursts out of my pussy, splashing against her tits. Penny grabs her tit and arches against my pussy. My juice is splashing everywhere. I try to imagine how my pee runs down over the belly, through her trimmed bush, over her clit and disappears between her folds. Her other hands finds my pussy. I close my eyes and pee as hard as I can and shiver when she enters my again with her long fingers. She slips in and out while I still pee.

“Give me everything of your juice,” she says breathlessly. I nod and start to squeeze the last drops out of my pussy. My stream get smaller and smaller with every pump of her fingers. I pump my pussy as hard as I can, squeezing her fingers, keeping them inside of me till the last drop is out. Penny pulls her fingers out and sucks them dry.

Needless to say, that I’ve missed my flight that morning.

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Everyone in this story is over 18 years of age.

She knew it was risky.

She knew there was a chance she might get caught.

It wasn’t going to stop her.

She justified it by thinking that she wasn’t hurting anyone and she would be careful.

But she couldn’t stop thinking about it, she got excited and very wet each time she thought about ways she might actually be able to try it.

What was so weird, she had never even thought about trying it until that night recently when she accidentally discovered it on that porn site.

It had been late, her parents were asleep, and she had been studying for hours. She happened to google on her laptop about “sexy things a person could do alone.”

She had scrolled through numerous topics before finding, “Driving naked.”

She watched a couple of videos and immediately thought it was really hot.

She had been brought up and continued to live in a very strict household, her parents would freak out, if they knew what she was looking at, “probably send me to a convent,” she laughed.

She got up and locked her door, taking a moment to strip off her jeans, plain white cotton panties, her socks, her t-shirt and plain bra. Then she stood looking at herself naked in front of her mirror thinking about her experience with sex or her lack of and the desires that she had.

At almost 20 years old, she wasn’t a virgin, which would have killed her parents, had they known. Years ago, her mother had put her on “the pill” to control her period and she had been told not to tell her father, one of the few times her mother had done something that her father didn’t know about.

It wasn’t that her mother was liberal minded, not one bit, her mother had threatened her several times about the fact the pill was only to regulate her periods, it wasn’t a license to indulge in sex. Her parents were prudes, they tried to control every waking moment of her life, and she was starting to rebel against them, especially at night.

Although, legally she was an adult, that did not hold much weight in their house, so she learned about sex via the internet, and she learned a lot.

Her parents were in bed most nights before 10 pm, leaving her time to learn about various erotica sites, porn channels, and as a result she was likely more sexually aware and active than most young women her age, except she was usually alone.

Surprisingly though, they had let her date after she turned eighteen, although boys from their church. Of course, hormones being hormones one night after the movies her boyfriend and her fumbled in the backseat of his car, one thing led to another and they had sex.

She wouldn’t have called it making love because it had not been for love and in fact, she would barely call it sex, although he did cum inside her. It wasn’t exactly memorable and he didn’t seem to have been particularly interested in her getting anything from it.

It was disappointing and given her limited choices, not something she wanted to try again anytime soon. They broke up shortly afterwards.

She had a much better time with her girlfriend Mary.

Mary came from a very similar background to her, although several months older than her, Mary was even more inexperienced, her parents would not even allow the internet into their home and as a result she became Mary’s resource for all things sexual.

Plus, Mary had been her friend since kindergarten, they did everything together, they went on vacations with each others family, they had sleep overs, and shared everything.

One night, shortly after her tryst with her boyfriend, Mary and her had gotten a little silly and they were wrestling and one thing led to another and somehow, they had kissed each other.

As kisses go, the first one was more like a brother/sister kiss or a sister/sister kiss and not much better than when she was with her ex-boyfriend. Still, they were smart girls and it didn’t take them long to make the kisses longer, to get tongues involved, and start breathing very heavily.

That first session was limited to kissing; however, the following weekend, Mary’s parents were away and they let her stay over, in their most horrible of nightmares about their daughters, neither Mary’s parents or her parents could possibly imagine their daughters exploring girl on girl sex.

Which is exactly was they did after supper that night. She didn’t consider herself to be a lesbian, she and Mary were just friends, although she had to admit, her nightly masturbating sessions usually involved Mary or her Aunt Jenny as the subject of her teenage fantasies.

Sharing the story of her first attempt at normal sex as they laid in Mary’s bed, Mary had listened fascinated and was disappointed for her that it hadn’t been very satisfying.

In one of those quiet moments that can change your life, Mary had asked her, “What would have made it better?”

She explained they had started off okay, they kissed and hugged at the beginning, she had tried to get him to French kiss antalya escort bayan her, she laughed that their first kissing session was better than what she experienced with him. She said it was pretty obvious that he wasn’t as experienced as he had led her to believe.

She said she loved the idea of kissing open mouthed, of lips moving together, tongues penetrating each others lips and mouths, and she had thought about it a lot, even reading the WikiHow page over and over, and practicing it in her mind. Mary smiled and said their other sleepover last weekend, was pretty awesome and said she liked French kissing too.

As she explained more, Mary started to squirm a little as she got excited. Mary had never really kissed anyone other than her, previously Mary’s experience had been limited to quick pecks on the cheeks.

She explained that it would have been so much better if he had held her head while they kissed, had used his hands and fingers to caress her body. She would have liked it, if he had attempted as they kissed, to undo her blouse and play with her boobs, she had nice 34B’s and they were very sensitive.

Wikihow and the incognito pages in her computer had taught her a lot, but it wasn’t the same as actually doing it; Mary was the only person she knew that she could tell about what she had wished he had done to her.

As she told Mary these things, she hadn’t realized at first that she was touching herself as she spoke, acting out the parts she wished her boyfriend had done. She noticed Mary’s eyes were huge as she rubbed her breasts through the thin fabric of her short nightie and now aware that Mary was watching, she started to act out the roles on purpose.

“And then what did you want him to do?” Mary asked anxiously.

She continued describing how she had wanted him to touch her breasts, to use his fingertips to gently make little circles on her skin, to take his fingers and thumbs and squeeze her nipples, to pinch and pull on them, alternating between being rough and being gentle. She noticed Mary’s breathing increasing and her own heartbeat becoming was becoming more rapid.

What she didn’t tell Mary, at least not that first time, was that this is what she did to herself many nights when her parents were asleep and her door was closed; this and thoughts about so much more. Those porn sites were so helpful, she smiled inwardly.

Mary watched her pinching and pulling on her nipples, she noticed them engorge with blood and grow to almost twice the size that they were and to the point where both nubs were very pronounced and making very obvious bumps in her nightie.

Next, she talked about wanting his hands to move down her flat tummy and then to place his hand over her pussy, using his fingers to trace the outline of her pussy in the front of her panties. Her own breathing was much more rapid now and a tiny moan escaped her lips as she continued to act out the parts for Mary.

Then she turned to Mary and said, “Would you like to know what I wanted him to do after that?”

Mary was flushed and little beads of sweat were forming on her forehead, and her chest above her nightie neckline was bright red, “Yes, Lisa, I want to know everything.”

“Okay,” she said smiling, “I’m going to need you to pretend to be me, okay?”

“I’ll do anything,” Mary said in a low whisper. At this point, Mary so horny that she had started to rub her pussy right in front of her.

“Okay, you can’t tell anyone, okay?” she looked at Mary with an anxious smile on her face.

“I won’t, you know that, I never said anything about our practice kissing,” Mary said trying to imagine what was coming next and was almost shaking in anticipation.

“Okay, take off your nightie,” Mary looked at her for a moment, and then wordlessly pulled it up over her head.

“Mary, you are so beautiful,” she said as she looked at her naked friend, taking in the erect nipples, flat stomach, pale skin, her bare pussy, and curvy ass.

Although she had been shaving herself for a long time, Mary had only started after her 18th birthday, and no one, except her now, actually had ever seen it this way.

She remembered saying to Mary, “Okay, close your eyes and lie down, just relax and enjoy this …”

Mary laid down with her eyes closed, her skin covered in tiny goosebumps.

She looked at her friend, they could have been sisters, they were that alike. She bent down and kissed Mary on the lips and Mary whimpered slightly as her lips parted and her tongue entered Mary’s mouth.

She moved down and licked and kissed Mary’s neck, paused to nibble on her ear lobes, like she had seen on-line, Mary must have liked it because she spread her legs farther apart and she could see the wetness starting to glisten on Mary’s bare pussy.

Moving down Mary’s body just liked she had explained a few minutes ago; she did the things to Mary, that she had wanted her boyfriend to do to her. She licked, suckled, pinched and pulled on Mary’s antalya otele gelen escort breasts and then moved down Mary’s body; Mary could barely control herself.

Mary’s whimpering and moaning began almost non-stop as her body arched and twisted in response to her actions, if only her former boyfriend had done this, but he hadn’t and now she was discovering, as was Mary, why sex between two women can be pretty awesome.

While still focusing on her tender breasts and nipples, Lisa moved her hand down Mary’s flat stomach to just above top of her pussy. Mary reached down and grabbed Lisa’s hand and then used it to cup her pussy, holding her hand in place as Mary thrust her hips out to push her fingers against Mary’s soaked pussy.

Mary’s breathing turned into a series of pants and then Mary sharply inhaled as she moved her tongue down Mary’s tummy.

Kissing, licking, and softly biting, she was simply doing to Mary what she had dreamed about so many nights after secretly watching porn on her laptop. It’s not that she was experienced, this was all new to her, but she was thoughtful and took her time.

She found Mary’s taste amazing and tried to remember everything she had seen on-line but eventually just did what she thought she would like if a woman was eating her. Using her tongue to delve in and around the folds of her pussy, she found Mary was getting wetter and wetter. Then pushing against Mary’s sex with her face, she used it to create sensations that Mary was obviously enjoying.

Mary couldn’t control herself and she felt her first real orgasm ripple through her body, the aftershocks felt like what happened when she threw a big rock into the water. It felt so incredible, she pulled Lisa up to her face and kissed her on the lips, her mouth open and they french kissed, their arms wrapping around each other. The rest of the night was spent kissing, caressing, fondling and they actually made love as opposed to what had happened with her former boyfriend.

That had been more than a year ago, looking back, their first time had been very good and each time since they seemed to improve and they both always had orgasms. Just saying that word made her tingle, she loved the feeling of coming and the momentary loss of control, and the electric feeling deep inside her.

In secret, at least two or three times a month, they had continued to find ways to be with each other for making love and exploring new things, including experimenting with different household things as vibrators. Mary had even let her play with her ass and several times she had Mary orgasm after kissing her there and even penetrating her tiny rosebud with her fingers and tongue.

Mary was the only person she was active with, but eventually Mary had convinced her parents to let her date, and had started dating a guy. Mary had told her that they had experimented with oral sex and had regular sex several times.

Considering everything, maybe she was a lesbian, it was fun with Mary and she noticed that almost all of her fantasies involved women, particularly Mary or her Aunt Jenny. Her relationship with Mary was more of a “friend with benefits” type of arrangement because her parents were so strict. Any other opportunities were pretty limited because she was going a university that was within walking distance of her house.

Thinking about her Aunt Jenny, she was pretty sure that Jenny had no idea that her niece fantasized about her. Jenny was everything her mother wasn’t, although they were both 44 and identical twins. Jenny was fun, she was sexy in a MILF kind of way, she was divorced after being married since she was 18, and she had a son, but he lived with his dad.

She knew Jenny dated a lot had dated a lot, but not as much recently and it gave her a little hope, she just didn’t know how to do anything about it.

Jenny had always seemed to have had a soft spot for her, she figured it was because her mom was such a prude, that she needed someone on her side. Jenny had bought her a small bikini last year, and it was something she based many fantasies on, Jenny had helped her pick it out, actually going in the change room with her when she was naked. Her parents had let her visit her aunt alone several times and Jenny had told her many stories about her sexploits as they sat around in Jenny’s hot tub sometimes wearing bathing suits and sometimes not. Each time Jenny swore her to secrecy, knowing how her parents would react.

Although there was always the hint of sexual attraction, Aunt Jenny, had always been respectful, going to the edge of what was okay, but never over it. She could hope though.

Drawn back to the present, she ran her fingers over her naked body enjoying the sensations that she could create, her mind filled with naughty thoughts from her explorations of the world of soft-porn and some hard-core scenes that she was sure would have made even Jenny blush.

It was ironic, it was only because antalya sınırsız escort of her parents’ strict control of her life that she explored this darker world.

At 5.9 she was tall, she weighted about 120 pounds and it was distributed nicely in a 34 x 24 x 34 frame, people told her she was pretty. In high school she had been the quiet type and only dated in her senior year, with that one guy.

Her long blonde hair was usually in a pony tail, and her blue eyes were almost gray, her skin was smooth and thanks to Aunt Jenny’s advice, the only hair she had was on her head, she had shaved everything bare since her earliest days, her breasts were small but were incredibly sensitive, so much so, that she quite often kept bandages on them to reduce the friction from her bra.

She exercised and her tummy was flat with some abs definition, her hips and ass had nice curvy shapes and running her hands over her cheeks right now they felt tight and firm, her legs were shapely and toned and led to her tiny feet that she fantasized about someone kissing and sucking on.

She returned to her computer, searched and found several clips of women of all ages, shapes, and sizes, driving in various states of being naked and masturbating. With each clip she got more and more turned on, until the point where she moved to her bed and buried her fingers between her thighs.

Imagining herself in her mother’s car, being naked, she rubbed her little pussy and pinched her tits making her shiver and come within minutes, flooding her pussy with her juices; then she laid back, pulled the sheets over her and fell asleep naked as she did many nights.

A knock on the door from her mother, woke her up.

“Why is this door locked, Lisa, it’s time to get up, are you awake?”

Grabbing her robe, she quickly put it on and answered the door, “Sorry mom, I didn’t realize it was locked,” she lied.

Her mother blew in the room and opened the blinds, “It’s time to get up, I know it’s Saturday, but I have some errands I need you to run, “Can you drive to your aunt Jen’s, and drop off some books for her, first thing this morning after breakfast?”

“Sure, let me have a shower, get dressed, and grab a bagel, okay?” she said, suddenly aware that if her mother happened to somehow bump her laptop, that the images for the porn site might still be there.

Her mother though was too focused and breezed out of the room as quickly as she came in.

She took a deep breath, “That would have been hard to explain.”

Then another thought came into her head. “Maybe the 30 minutes drive out to the country might be just the time to try it, traffic might be lighter, and its early,” she got goosebumps just thinking about driving her mom’s car in the nude.

Thinking about it even more, she could feel the wetness between her thighs and that her hands were actually shaking.

She grabbed her clothes and considered leaving her bra and panties in her room, but her mother would notice and then she would get the lecture again about them not wanting her to become a slut, and she didn’t want to go through that again.

Even though quite often as soon as she left the house, she would take her bra off, she had become quite skilled at doing that without having to take her top off, Mary thought it was very sexy and she agreed.

She often left her panties off and loved the feeling of her smooth naked skin rubbing on the seams of her jeans or the fresh breeze on her pussy on warm days when she wore a dress or a skirt.

After a quick shower, that’s all her parents allowed her, because they had told her dozens of times, they didn’t want to her to play with herself in the shower, she laughed, “If they only knew.”

She put on a light top, shorts, and sandals, she ate a quick toasted bagel with some orange juice and was getting in the car.

Her hands continued to shake a little as she climbed behind the wheel, she took a deep breath and steadied her hands, she waved to her mom and pulled the car out of the driveway.

At the first stop light, she reached up under the top and undid her bra and pulled it out just as the light changed to green. “Step 1,” she smiled, feeling her freed nipples rubbing deliciously against the cotton fabric of her top. She laid the bra on the seat beside her. She looked in the mirror and noticed the huge smile on her face, she couldn’t stop smiling.

Next, she slipped the sandals off, and drove barefoot.

She was tempted to take something off at each traffic light, but she decided to wait until she approached the edge of town, at the last stoplight before the country, she wiggled out of her shorts and pulled them down her long legs and over her feet. She did one foot at a time so she could still work the gas and brake pedals.

Running a finger up the cleft in her panties, she felt the wetness that was making a dark shape on the white fabric and she shivered.

A horn honked behind her as she realized the light had changed to green. Her heart jumped into her throat and then she started again.

Traffic was very light and as she drove, she managed to get her thumbs under the waist band of her panties and pulled them down to her knees.

Worried about getting into an accident she pulled over onto the shoulder and removed her panties, she saw her wetness glistening in the sunlight and got even more excited. Should she take off her top now?

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Author’s Note:

Dear Readers,

As with my previous submission, this one is a slow build and a bit on the lengthy side. It may not be for everyone. For those who continue reading, I hope you enjoy. All feedback and comments are welcome.

-S. Maddoxxx

*****

Toni Davies sat at the stoplight waiting for green as she took into account the sparse traffic. She glanced at her dashboard clock. 10:13 am. Thanksgiving Day. She was already exhausted. It would make sense if the exhaustion was due to efforts geared towards basting a turkey just right or baking multiple pies. No, it was from breaking up a fist fight between two 14-year old girls. She had gotten the call around 4:10 that morning. She was the clinical director of Hope’s Heart, a non-profit agency serving at-risk youth and with the position came attending to just about every major crises with the kids that resided at the girl’s group home. There were plenty of other staff members on the list that were to be called before Toni, but it was hard to get someone to answer their phone at 4 in the morning on a holiday. Except for Toni. She always answered. Always.

Toni knew she should set better boundaries. A special place in her heart for the girls combined with her lifelong inability to say no caused her to be overworked. As a Masters level, licensed clinical social worker with 10 years experienced, Toni knew she could walk into any hospital setting or contract herself out to several other big corporations for a lot less hours and a lot more money than what she was making at Hope’s Heart, but she really wanted to make a difference in the lives of the families they served. That was the kind of heart Toni had. She had it her entire life. She couldn’t help it. If there was ever anybody in need she wanted to help them. The problem was she often neglected herself in the process.

Toni pulled down her visor, glanced in the mirror, and winced. She looked terrible. She had not had time to get ready properly. No make-up, dark circles around her big, almond shaped light brown eyes, and her hair looked like that of somebody who just broke up a fight between two adolescent girls. Her flawless chestnut brown skin, usually her best feature, looked ashen. After getting the call and believing it was a true emergency, she rushed to get dressed, which included a wrinkled blouse and the same skirt she had worn yesterday. She threw her hair into what barely passed as a pony tail and dodged out of the house. After breaking up the fight between Crystal and Sarah, Toni spent another hour calming Crystal down about what was behind her picking the fight in the first place, her mother had canceled on her visit to see her for Thanksgiving.

Toni was supposed to be relieved at 6 which would give her time to get the corn and potatoes ready, her contribution to the Thanksgiving meal at Cynthia’s, pick out something decent to wear, and most importantly, get some sleep. But a staff member called in sick. Another staff member did come in at 8, but the kids wanted Toni to stay for the Thanksgiving breakfast they had prepared. She couldn’t say no to that. Next, the parents started to arrive which triggered Crystal’s tantrum all over again. Toni stayed until Crystal calmed down and begin to enjoy herself with the other kids’ families.

When Toni was finally able to leave. She called Cynthia to say she would be late, but Cynthia told her to come right away. Toni gave a slight protest about not having anything cooked and what she was wearing, but ended up bypassing home and going straight to Cynthia’s. When her 8-months pregnant best friend, who already has three other young children, tells her to get to her house, Toni figured she better get there. Toni guessed she probably needed extra help with the kids and her family in the mist of all of the cooking since Cynthia’s husband he had an emergency bypass that came on the schedule yesterday evening.

Toni yawned as the familiar exhaustion became more apparent. The last few months had been like this for her. Barely getting even 4 hours of sleep at night. Three workers at Hope’s Heart had quit in the past weeks and it put added duties on top of everything else she had to do. She glanced at the gas gauge and reminded herself to fill up soon. She turned up the knob on the heater. The temperature was in the low 30’s and she had not put on a proper coat in her rush outside the house that morning. The light, thin thing she had on would not even pass as a coat in this weather. She looked up at the sky. The forecast had said there was a strong chance of sleet later, which would make the roads dangerously icy. She might have to sleep over at Cynthia’s tonight.

Toni moved through the green light. Her depression was weighing on her like a wet blanket. It had been a year since she had broken up with Greg. What she had discovered, or maybe what she knew all along, was it wasn’t him she missed, but what the relationship was supposed to become. antalya escort He had been her only serious relationship in her entire 31 years. It lasted for 5. It was supposed to be the one. To fix whatever she felt was broken inside of her, whatever made her have that inability to truly feel loved or connected to a romantic partner. She was supposed to fall in love with him, but never did. He knew it too and was probably just going through the motions like she did. When Toni found out he was seeing his ex-girlfriend behind her back, she was not even surprised. Her only real hurt came from the fear that her relationship with Greg was her one shot at happiness and she failed at it. Losing her Aunt Mattie 2 years ago, who raised her from age 4 on after her mother died, did not help matters. Her depression started then and became compounded over the last year between the break up, work, and not taking care of herself physically. She had already lost 30 pounds this year without even trying.

Toni hoped she could get to Cynthia’s before any of the other guests arrived. Guests. Just thinking of the word made the knot in her stomach grow tighter and she knew it was the thought of one guest in particular that made her feel that way. When Cynthia first talked about having Thanksgiving at her house Toni didn’t give it a second thought because she usually spent the holidays at Cynthia’s. They were like a second family to her. Cynthia Johnson had been her best friend ever since they had been roommates freshmen year.

Toni was looking forward to the Thanksgiving meal. She was making a guest list for Cynthia when she stopped cold over one name in particular before Cynthia could get out of her mouth good. Allison Conway. Damn, Toni hated that woman with a passion. Allison was such a strong personality. She stood 5’8, had rich creamy skin the color of dark honey, and big hazel eyes. Truth be told, she was stunningly gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful and always dressed to the 9’s. She had such a presence. She walked into each and every room like she owned it, whether it was a board room, five-star restaurant, or a ladies room. She was the epitome of female poise, brilliance, confidence, sexiness…and Toni couldn’t stand her.

She first met Allison at a birthday party for Ron. She was some high powered lawyer at the firm that Cynthia worked at. At first, Toni was just in awe of how beautiful she was and excited to meet her. Then something strange started to happened during their times together. What really got to Toni about Allison was how critical she was of Toni. No matter what, in some way, she was criticizing what she wore, how she looked, where she lived, her job. It almost came to blows on that last issue. It was at a promotion celebration for Cynthia. Toni was late getting there and made an apologetic vent about not having anybody to cover her at work and how tired she felt. Allison took the opportunity to mention what a waste it was to work at a job where one is overqualified and underpaid. Plus, if people where supposed to come in and cover her, then it was up to her to stand firm about them coming in. Toni could have reached across the table and smacked her. Smacked her good. Her desire to see Cynthia have a nice time and not be put out of the restaurant and branded as some psychotic fool was the only thing that saved Allison that day.

Then there was the time that Allison showed up out of the blue when Toni was sick just to admonish her about not seeing the doctor for her flu symptoms. Toni had passed out earlier that day at work and was rushed to the emergency room. She was released the same day, and called Cynthia when she got home who insisted on bringing her some soup. When Toni opened the ringing door, it was not Cynthia, but Allison who stood on the steps. It was so weird. Toni couldn’t figure out for the life of her why this busy attorney, who she only had a few encounters with, would take time just to come all the way to her home and point out how wrong again Toni was for something. Being overly medicated and half-asleep was the only thing that allowed Allison to escape Toni’s burgeoning wrath yet again. But the day was coming. Toni could feel it.

Then there was everything else they argued about-politics, capital punishment, welfare, capitalism, gap between rich and poor. Toni on one side and Allison on another. Many of a dinner engagement, or club outing found all the other ladies eating or on the dance floor while Toni and Allison engaged in passionate debates and ignoring everything around them. As much as it upset her when arguing with Allison, Toni had to admit she never felt more alive. Everything and everyone around her was so mundane, so predictable. Even though she loved Cynthia like a sister, their conversations were often dry, predictable scripts regarding Cynthia’s kids, Ron’s work, or what was on sale at the grocery store. Allison brought something out of her that she could lara escort not put her finger on just yet. She challenged her. Allison knew her stuff. The woman was well read. Journal articles, books, the news, she did her research. Toni often found that they had read many of the same things, just had different perceptions of them. Allison knew so many more things other than the law. And while Toni disagreed with about 90% of what she said, Allison always made a good case for it and Toni had to respect that. Cynthia mentioned on more than one occasion how brilliant Allison was, being one of the youngest Jr. partners in their firm. Toni hated to admit it, but Allison kept her on her toes. She awakened something inside of her.

But there was a barrier. She felt in Allison’s eyes like she was not rich enough, fashionable enough…good enough. And it seemed this criticism was only directed at Toni. Allison, was in fact, sweet as sugar to everyone else. While always somewhat bossy, she was still helpful, kind, and respectful. From different encounters she had with Allison at dinner parties with Cynthia, spa days, going to the movies, she had seen Allison give the same respect she reserved for top executives, to wait staff and housekeepers. Allison was always warm, polite, welcoming…except when it came to Toni. For the life of her, Toni could not figure out why Allison disliked her so much. Toni knew she wasn’t the corporate America type and looked all the time like she had just finished shopping at the Bargain Bin while putting out a fire, but she was a nice person. At least everyone else thought so. Allison was such a snob when it came to her. And that smug smile. Toni detested that smile and it was only reserved for Toni. It was a smile that said, “I know how to get to you and I am going to keep doing it because I can.”

A knot in Toni’s stomach grew tighter as she made the familiar right onto Sycamore Street. She even felt her breath quicken and could not believe she had this much anxiety about being in Allison’s presence. A sense of relief washed over her as Cynthia’s newly purchased two story house came into view. The only other car in the driveway was Cynthia’s station wagon that was currently without heat. No sign of Allison’s fire-red Lexus, beige Land Rover, or whatever other luxury cars she drove. Toni was elated. Allison was always prompt. Always. No matter how hard Toni tried, she could never arrive anywhere to anything before Allison. Like she set it up on purpose just to get Toni nervous by watching her come in and judge what she wore, how she walked, whatever she could sneer at. So Toni knew that if Allison was not here by now, she was not going to make it. Probably had some client to meet and squeeze another dollar from, Toni thought. She was surprised Allison even celebrated Thanksgiving and it wasn’t just another workday for her.

Toni pulled into the driveway and got out. She knew Cynthia would not give her grief about showing up empty handed and there was probably plenty of other food. She was surprised she was the first one there. She hoped she could get time to change into something of Cynthia’s and become somewhat decent looking before the other guests arrived. Toni rang the bell and began digging in her purse for her key when the door opened and she was greeted by a large pair of soft brown eyes. “Auntie Toni!,” screamed Cynthia ‘s 6-year-old daughter, Dasia, who took the next second to hop into Toni’s arms. Toni picked her up and closed the door. “Hey, baby,” she said as she gave her a kiss and walked further into the house. Something was off. RJ, Cynthia’s 4-year- old son, ran into the foyer. “Ms. Toni!” Dasia reluctantly got down as Toni bent to give RJ his hug and stood up. Something was definitely not right. She took a deep sniff and realized what it was. She didn’t smell any food. “Mommy is getting ready and then we can go,” Dasia said looking up at her. “Go where?” Toni inquired as she grabbed both the kids’ hands and made her way into the kitchen. It was completely clean except for a bag of open Cheetos on the counter. “Where is all the food?” Toni asked.

Suddenly, Cynthia rushed in carrying 1-year-old Marcus, diapers, and wearing nothing but a slip. Cynthia gave Toni a kiss on the cheek then handed her the baby. “Hey, girl. How was work? Will you change little Marcus? I still have to put my dress on.” She looked Toni up and down. “Oooh, you look tired.”

Toni followed her out of the kitchen with the baby and other kids. “Cynthia, what is going on and where are you all going?” Cynthia picked her dress off from the back of the couch and started to put it on while Toni began changing the baby. “Well, on Tuesday we found out Ron’s sister couldn’t make it and, of course, Ron has to work today. And this morning, they grounded all flights out of Chicago because of the weather so my mom and brother can’t make it.” Cynthia put her dress on and tried konyaaltı escort grabbing her shoes from RJ and Dasia who thought this was the perfect moment for keep away. “So with not everybody coming I got to thinking was it still worth it cooking such a large meal.” Toni finished with the baby’s diaper as Cynthia finally wrangled her shoes from the giggling kids.

Toni grabbed a nearby brush and began brushing Dasia’s hair back into a pony tail. “Well I was telling all of this to Allison.” At immediate mention of the name, Toni went cold and the knot in her stomach from earlier started to tighten. “Well,” Cynthia continued, “She mentioned that her family was coming over so why don’t we all go to her house. She said she didn’t mind cooking and was looking forward to it.” Toni sat in stone silence with the brush still in Dasia’s hair. “Aunt Toni, you’re pulling to tight,” Dasia protested through clinched teeth. Toni snapped back to reality. With shaky hands she quickly finished with Dasia’s hair at which Dasia made a quick escape. “Isn’t that great?” Cynthia chided. We will be spending Thanksgiving at Allison’s new house.” Toni knew yelling out the obscenities that were itching to come out may not be the best response, so she settled for a huge fake smile that kept her from having to say anything. Whether Cynthia ever detected Toni’s distain of Allison or not, on any occasion, she hid it well.

Cynthia beamed as she picked up the baby and ushered the other kids toward the coat rack. Feeling numb and in a daze, Toni walked over to help the kids get their coats on. “Her home is absolutely gorgeous,” Cynthia went on. “We have been there a few times. It is simply amazing. She lives in Auburn Heights.” Toni just kept her smile on as she put back on her own thin coat and ushered the kids out the front door. Inside her head she was cursing. Auburn Heights was one of the most affluent and wealthiest neighborhoods in the entire city. Of course she would live there Toni thought to herself. “Are you sure you don’t want a warmer coat?” Cynthia asked. The temperature is supposed to drop severely later this evening. We will probably be at Allison’s a while.” Toni almost tripped off the front step from that last statement. “Aunt Toni, are you ok?” Dasia asked sweetly. “I’m fine, sweetie,” Toni said and helped the kids get into her car and buckled up.

She got the car seat from the station wagon and fixed it up in the back for little Marcus. “Thanks for driving,” Cynthia said as she strapped him in and headed to the front. “We still need to get the wagon looked at.” Toni just stood outside the car. Everyone else was in, buckled up, and ready to go. She wondered what would happen, short of a psychiatric stay and frostbite, if she just decided to not to get in the car and stand there all night. “Toni quit standing there like that!” Cynthia called up at her. “It’s cold and we are already late. Come on.” Toni let out a silent groan and got inside of the car.

As Toni backed down the driveway, a plan started to form in her mind. The last thing she wanted to ever do was spend a second, let alone her Thanksgiving, at Allison Conway’s house. Seeing her at Cynthia’s house was one thing, but being on Allison’s home turf was whole other ball game. This day had already been horrible. It had been both mentally and physically exhausting and she didn’t have it in her to face the arrogance and ego of that woman today. She was NOT going to that woman’s house to hear her criticize everything from her job, clothes, car and whatever else Allison could pick apart. Toni looked to her side and in the rear view mirror at her eager passengers, all smiles and ready for the trip. As she drove, Toni glanced over at Cynthia. Toni hated to do it, but she was desperate. Perhaps this would be a great time to remind Cynthia of the conversation they had a few weeks ago about Cynthia wanting to have their first Thanksgiving dinner in the new house. Cynthia had been so excited about it. It was not too late. They could turn the car around and go back home and whip something together.

Toni opened her mouth. “Cynthia, I was just think-”

You know I am so glad Allison is doing this for us,” Cynthia interjected. “Being 8-months pregnant and with 3 other kids to look after, there was no way I was looking forward to standing on my feet all day cooking. I can cook a big Thanksgiving meal next year at the house. No big deal. I felt bad at first, but Ron and the kids are fine with it. If he gets off early enough, he will swing by Allison’s and eat with us.” Toni clamped her mouth shut. Damn she thought to herself. It seemed kind of cruel to bring it up now. Toni could feel her breathing getting more rapid as she got on the freeway on- ramp. It was about 45 minutes to Allison’s house and she needed another plan fast.

Toni looked in the rearview mirror at the eager faces of the kids. Even little Marcus was beaming and he had no clue what was going on. Toni knew it was low, but she remembered past instances at their other friends’ houses where the kids refused to eat other people’s food. They could be very picky eaters at times. Perhaps Cynthia needed this pointed out to save her some embarrassment and they could just turn the car around and go back home before it was too late. “You know Cynthia-“

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Just a quick update before the next story, about the video the guy ahot. He kept it mainly for himself, I guess he showed a few friends, and let me see it once. He certainly never showed it to my boyfriend. I expected an abrupt dumping if he did, and that never came about. My boyfriend was completely oblivious to my exploits, and I didn’t plan to let him know myself.

For the most part, my summer was much less highlight packed than my last couple nights of high school. I had to take a job at a local restaurant to help me not be broke in university, I intended to attend a school in a much larger city, a couple hours from my hometown town.

Again I stress my summer was tamer for the most part, there were still a couple hot nights mixed in. The first of which occurred in mid-July.

My parents were off on vacation, they took my siblings (who were all much younger than I was), and left me with the house to myself for several weeks. Party Time!

Well I did have to work still, but it would be ridiculous if I couldn’t have one weekend of fun. I got my work schedule for the time my parents would be a way. To my delight I had three full days in a row off. I started to plan what I would do with them. I thought I would host just a small gathering of friends, my boyfriend, a couple of his friends, a couple of mine, it would be a nice fun night for all.

The evening arrived and I started to get things ready. I wore a little black skirt dress thing. Very tight, very short, I looked hot if I say so myself. Underneath I wore a black thong, and as had become a habit now, no bra. I mean the dress was tight and my tits were naturally perky, I didn’t feel I needed one.

My boyfriend preferred to see me in boy shorts, or bikini cut panties, but I thought I prefer no panty lines. I arranged some bottles on the table my older neighbour helped me procure. I was just 18, so I met many age requirements, but still I wasn’t old enough to buy booze.

People started to show up, my antalya escort house was filling up with progressively drunker people. I looked around, the party list was a little longer than I expected, but still not huge, so I figured I’d go with the flow.

The other thing I noticed was I couldn’t see my boyfriend anywhere. This was upsetting, he knew this was one of few nights I could really enjoy myself this summer, and the bastard was standing me up. I got sad for a second, but then thought, I am too much woman to let some guy ruin my night. I grabbed a bottle of rum and decided I would have a fun night regardless of his presence.

We tried to keep the noise down so as to not attract attention from neighbours, and then the police. We wanted the party to last and we didn’t need ‘ear-bleedingly’ loud music to have a fun time. It was a party of mainly high school aged kids, who all planned on drinking that night, so they parked very few car in front of my house. I imagine from the outside, my place seemed pretty normal, but inside…

I was now halfway through my bottle and really starting to feel drunk. I met a bunch of people, I knew most there from school. I sat down on a couch with some people and chatted with them, we were laughing.

I was drinking and laughing and having a great time. On the couch with me was another girl and a guy. The guy relished his position sitting next to two hot girls.

Once he saw how drunk we were I guess he saw opportunity. He asked us to kiss each other. I looked at her, she looked back at me with the same shy face. I then said I was OK with a peck, she agreed.

Our lips met for just a second, the guy hooted and hollered, apparently he really liked this. People came over to see what his shouting was about. He told them I just kissed the other hot girl on the couch with him. The crowd rolled their eyes, “sure they did.” Someone said.

“Oh yea they certainly did.” Said the guy aksu escort sitting with us.

Someone from the crowd added, “they’d believe it when they saw it.”

Soon enough we were asked to kiss again, we obliged. The first time was out of the way now, and it wasn’t that weird to just peck another girl.

Someone in the growing crowd complained saying, “We weren’t actually kissing.” The voice went on to say, “a kiss only occurs when tongue is involved.”

I looked at the girl and shrugged my shoulders, I was alright with it if she was. She leaned into me and planted a big one one me. The crowd cheered, and began to chant “again!”. We kissed again, and before I knew it we were full on making out.

After a bit we stopped and I declared we were done, “Time to go back to the party.”

The crowd let out a collective moan of disappointment, then a guy’s voice asked “What would it take for you guys to show us more?”

“I thought I said we we’re done.” But before I could protest the voice added “I’ll throw in a $20 if you keep going at it.”

Us girls looked at each other, and both thought the same thing, ‘easy money’, And accepted. A bill fluttered down at us and we embraced again, the crowd roared.

“30 if you kiss and grab each others tits.” Said a voice, followed by another fluttering bill.

Umm why not I thought, I mean it’s not really much more than we’ve been doing already. Offers kept being made and we were doing more and more extreme things.

The boy on the couch then suggested we get a room to make this a little more private. I liked the idea of privacy. We went to my bedroom hand in hand and let 5 guys follow us.

The boys had to pay an ‘admission fee’ right off the bat to just gain access to my room. We collected $10 from each, we had already made a lot of money tonight.

Just before things get too hot let me stop to describe my new friend and myself. She antalya escort was a brunette, I am a blonde. She was petite like me, probably not more than 5′ and 100lbs. We both sported ample chests, mine a little bigger than hers. Like me she looked to be in very good shape, but still had the curves boys look for.

“$20 to each if you kiss again in your undies.” A boy said, we agreed, I was too drunk to realize I wasn’t wearing a bra.

We both took off each others dresses. She was wearing these cute pink panties with a matching bra. She helped me out of my dress, my boobs popped out on full display. I blushed standing there in only a thong.

The boy made a face as to say to his friends ‘best 20 I ever spent’. We girls sat back down and embraced, we began to kiss,I heard a voice say to the other girl:

“There’s a big tip if you suck of her nipples.” she obviously wanted this tip.

The boys all shouted as they through bills at us. Oh boy she was really going for a big tip and continued to suckle at me. She finally released my tit, she had sucked our way to over a $100 tip!

“So which of you two wants to eat pussy?” A voice asked, adding “$150 for the eater $100 for the eaten.”

I couldn’t decide if I wanted the extra $50 more than I wanted to be eaten. Before I could the girl reached her hand out took the cash. She pulled my thong to the side and started licking.

“Yes! OOOOoooOOO.” I moaned, and a crisp!00 fell on my chest.

The brunette kept flicking her tongue and I kept moaning.

Hands grabbed the brunette’s waist and spun her around. A 50 slid over my face at the same time. We were in a 69 moaning while we both licked. The crowd roared at us. My hips started bucking uncontrollably, soon hers did the same. She was so wet, for a first timer I was pretty good.

Oh god she was a squirter. She blasted my face with sticky juices, something I was used to (from the opposite sex though). I couldn’t hold back anymore and felt my O coming.

She licked away all the while, I loved being eaten, and I was too drunk to care it wasn’t a hot guy between my legs this time.

After we finished the boys clapped at our performance. We sat up, Her in a bra and panties, me in just my thong. In just a half hour we made $500 and each gotten to cum, awesome!

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****** Please Read This First *******

I know, I know, I usually don’t bother with the disclaimer bits either. Blah, blah, blah, over 18, blah, blah, blah, don’t read if easily offended, blah, blah, blah. But, just this once, please bear with me and read this one.

Firstly, this is chapter four of ten and the story will only make sense if you read it from the start. If you haven’t already done so then I sincerely urge you stop and go to chapter one. It will be better that way, honest.

Secondly, this is a work of fiction and all the characters are completely fictional. In particular, one of the main characters is Princess Charlotte who is, according to chapter one, “about tenth in line for the throne”. Now, in real life, there can only be one person who holds that position but this story is not real life and it’s definitely not about her.

Princess Charlotte is not a real person and any resemblance is purely coincidental. Before I get carted off to live out what is left of the rest of my life in the Tower Of London, I want to stress that this story is set in a parallel universe where Britain has a very different Royal family with a very different line of succession.

Thirdly, briefly but importantly, my heartfelt thanks to all those who have helped so much. Especial mention must go, as ever, to ‘V’, OneWhoAdores and MartiniMan for help along the way.

Fourthly, once again, I fall neatly between the BDSM and Lesbian Love categories. This story centres on a BDSM club and much of the action has a BDSM theme. However, it’s a bit short on the whips and chains to really be a BDSM story. On the other hand those looking for a lesbian themed story may well end up complaining, as a critic once did, that my stories always seem to feature a D/s relationship. This one is no exception; its a lesbian love story with BDSM overtones. If this is not what you’re looking for stop reading now. That’s kinder than voting one star because it wasn’t what you were after.

Lastly, this is a story of deception and subterfuge. Most of the characters have at least two names, many three or even four. To help the reader keep track each chapter will start with a dramatis personae. The list for this chapter is:-

The list for this chapter is:-

Andrea, a journalist, masquerading as Emma Pearson from Paarl.

Tamsin, another journalist, masquerading as Emma Pearson’s sub, Susan Ward, puppy name Snookums

Angus, Editor of the Daily Sleaze, a London based tabloid newspaper.

Euthenia, a Domme along with Calliope, her sub, puppy name Poohbear

Arete, a Domme along with Aegeria, her sub, puppy name Noodles

Princess Charlotte, a princess.

Enjoy

*******

That night Tamsin hardly slept a wink, tossing and turning, worrying about what Andrea had seen and what she would do about it. When, come five in the morning with sun crawling in over the window sill, she was still awake she had to accept that sleep wasn’t going to happen and she might as well get up and get on with the day. She thought of calling in sick but she had the keys to the flat and the song and dance that Andrea would make if she didn’t turn up didn’t bear thinking about. Even so she couldn’t manage breakfast and, as the half empty train rattled its way into town, she felt sick to her stomach. At least arriving that early meant she was well ahead of the rush and, for once, she was able to find a seat on the tube.

When she arrived at the flat she made herself another coffee and sat down at the kitchen table with her laptop. If she couldn’t sleep she might as well put her time to good use and she continued to use all the usual sources to try and build up a list of Lady Mary’s friends and acquaintances. They were pretty sure they had identified Euthenia and Artemis and, probably, their partners as well. What had held them back for a while was that Euthenia and Calliope were both, strictly speaking, married although, with Euthenia, it would appear to be in name only.

In fact the work helped her to relax and, for a while, lose herself. This was brought to an abrupt end when, just short of nine o’clock, the front doorbell rang. Tamsin went to the door, peered through the spy hole, saw that it was Andrea and, with a feeling of ‘time to get this over with’ let her in.

“Good morning!” Andrea said cheerfully. “God, you look like shit.”

“I’ve got a bit of a gippy tummy,” Tamsin replied. “Spent most of last night on the loo so I didn’t get much sleep.”

“Gippy tummy? I assumed it was embarrassment over being caught in flagrante delecto.” Andrea couldn’t keep the amusement out of her voice.

“Please, Andrea, about that….”

“About what? Oh yes, I remember now, about me coming back to find you all dressed up in the puppy gear frigging your self crazy in the bedroom. You of all people. I never would have guessed. They always say the quiet ones are the worst.” Andrea obviously saw the whole thing as a complete joke.

“Please, don’t tell anyone, will you, please,” Tamsin pleaded.

“Well, I thought of writing it up for the staff escort antalya newsletter but… Oh don’t look like that. This piece of gossip is far too good for those jerks back at the office. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Thanks, Andrea, you’re a brick.” The wave of relief that swept through Tamsin was so immense she could almost hug Andrea.

“You still owe me, big time. Next time I need a favour I know where to call.”

“Of course, anything, anything at all.”

Andrea smiled to herself. It had been quite a shock to open the door the previous evening and find Tamsin in such a state. Of course she knew that there were people who got off on all this pony and puppy play, look at Lady Mary and her friends, but to find that mousy little Tamsin was one of them… well, you live and learn. She’d keep her word and not spread it around the office but it was good to have something like this available. If they ever came up against each other it would be a weapon in her armoury and she wouldn’t be afraid to use it. There was an additional factor that made it sound policy to keep this a secret for a while. Until this assignment was over they were stuck working together and she didn’t want there to be an atmosphere between them.

So, with that out of the way, they settled down to work. At nine thirty it was time for their daily phone conference with Angus to keep him up to speed with developments. They went through to the lounge and Andrea switched her phone into speaker mode.

“So, how are you two getting on? Am I seeing anything yet for all the money I’m pouring into this?” Angus asked.

“We’re pretty sure we’ve identified everyone who was there the other night,” Andrea replied. “We’re working on building up a portfolio of all Lady Mary’s circle so we can identify them quicker next time out.”

“Talking of which, is there any news on that front?”

“Not yet. I really don’t want to appear pushy on this one. We have to wait on Lady Mary,” As ever, Andrea answered for them both.

“Well, give her until the weekend. I’m not paying you two to sit around in luxury all day, you know.”

“We’re working really hard,” Andrea protested. “Tamsin, in particular, has been really throwing herself into this and working like a dog to find out as much as she can about what they get up to.”

Tamsin blushed at the “working like a dog” quip.

“Hmm… we’ll see. I’m still not absolutely convinced you really needed to move out of the office and into the flat. I’d much prefer to keep my eyes on you,” Angus said dubiously. “If I don’t see results I’m going to assume that you’re not working. OK, leave it at that for now. We’ll have another conference later this afternoon.” And with that he ended the call.

They worked through the morning and their portfolio of high society movers and shakers with connections to Lady Mary grew considerably. Tamsin was busy collating all the facts and photos into one big file, and, as she did so, she was wondering which were involved in Lady Mary’s club, which she might actually meet and under what circumstances. It was one thing to look at a photograph of a person as part of a story you were putting together; it was something completely different when you were wondering if you were going to end up performing degrading sex acts for them.

They were just starting again after a quick break for lunch when Andrea’s mobile rang. Andrea looked at the screen, saw that she didn’t recognise the number, and answered it.

“Hello, Emma Pearson,” she said cautiously.

“Emma, darling, is that you? This is Euthenia. I hope you don’t mind me calling but I wanted to get in touch so I asked Lady Mary to give me your number.”

“Mind, no, not in the slightest,” Andrea replied. “It’s lovely to hear from you. I had so much fun the other night.”

“So did I and, well, that’s rather what I’m calling about. I was so taken that gorgeous little maid of yours and she looked so sweet as a puppy that I can’t wait to try it out with Calliope. Anyway, that got me wondering whether we could get together sometime soon and maybe swap tips on training techniques. Neither Lady Mary nor Artemis are available for the next week or so which means it can either be just the two of us, or, if you like, you could get to meet some more of the gang.”

“That would be super. I can’t wait to meet you all so the more the merrier. What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Well, I took the liberty of anticipating your answer and I’ve been talking to Arete, an old friend of mine. She’s got a lovely little cottage out in Bedfordshire and she’s invited us all up to play in her garden. I thought that, what with all the lovely weather we’ve been having recently, it would be fun to play out doors. We don’t often get this much sunshine and it would be a shame to waste it.”

“Oh, I couldn’t agree more. I’m simply sweltering here in the city.”

“Let me make a few more phone calls. It’s going to take a while to make all the arrangements but can we pencil in, say, Thursday afternoon? Does that work for you?”

“Thursday, belek escort Thursday…. I can’t see any problems with that. What sort of dress code were you thinking of?”

“Well, it’s basically a day out in the country so we’re not going posh or formal. I’ll probably be going for something tweedy. Is that agreeable?”

“Super, absolutely super! I have just the thing,” Andrea gushed. “So, what happens next?”

“Well, leave it with me to finalise the arrangements and I’ll get back to you,” Euthenia replied. “I’ll let you know one way or another by midday tomorrow.”

“Oh, I do hope you can get it all organised. I really am looking forward to it and I know that puppy will just love a run in the country.”

“Splendid, just splendid! Until tomorrow then,” and, with that, Euthenia rang off.

“We’re on!” Andrea called out to Tamsin as soon as the call had ended and then, immediately, she was on the phone to Angus.

“We’ve got another meeting!” she enthused. “The details are still a bit hazy but it looks like were going to meet another member of the gang. This one owns a place in Bedfordshire which means it’s almost certainly not Princess Charlotte but it’s another to add to the list. What’s more, with all the background research we’ve done, it shouldn’t take us too long to identify her. One small point, I’m going to need something in tweed, something suitable for a day out in the country.”

“Yet more expenses,” Angus groaned. “This story is costing thousands and you still haven’t got anywhere near Princess Charlotte. Keep the receipts and don’t go mad. Now, how are you two getting on, sitting around all day doing sweet Fanny Adams?”

“We’re working really hard and putting together some excellent stuff. I’ll email my report as soon as possible. Meanwhile Tamsin’s like a dog with a bone, digging away. There can’t be that many society ladies of the right sort of age who own cottages in Bedfordshire so I’m sure we’ll know exactly who this Arete is long before we meet her. We’re going to involve quite a few of the movers and shakers in this little thing.”

“Be that as it may, without Princess Charlotte it’s still not making the front page. I want royalty. That’s what sells, royalty.”

“OK,” Andrea said to Tamsin once the phone call was finished. “It looks like we’ll be in full puppy mode on Thursday. There’s something for you to look forward to.”

“Look forward to? If you think for one moment….”

“Well, after last night…. What’s that face for? I just said I wouldn’t tell anyone else. I didn’t promise to…. OK, OK… wow, you are grumpy today. Can’t you take a joke?”

“It’s not that much of a joke for some of us,” Tamsin retorted. “Do I have to remind you which one of us will be scampering around in the big outdoors buck naked except for a tail shoved up her arse?”

“But I thought you liked that sort of thing.” Andrea ducked as Tamsin threw her pen across the room at her. “OK, OK, I won’t mention it again.”

“You won’t mention it again like you can’t have a phone conference with Angus without getting a dog comment in there somewhere.”

Much as Andrea was having fun she didn’t want to push it too hard. After all her next suggestion was going to be hard enough as it was.

“Look, Tamsin,” Andrea said calmly, “I was just mucking around but to be serious for a moment, we’re supposed to be experienced in this puppy play lark and, apart from what I’ve read on the internet, I know fuck all about it.”

“And what makes you think I know any more than you?”

“Well…,” Andrea was just about to mention the previous night but realised that it wouldn’t be helpful. “OK, neither of us knows anything about it but that just makes it worse. Come Thursday we’ve both got to look like we’re experts. We’ve got to have more than a few basic moves worked out.”

“What are you implying this time?” Tamsin said wearily.

“I’m implying that we have to practice some puppy play before we do it in front of the others,” Andrea said firmly. “We’ve got to look like we know what we’re doing, we’ve got to look like this puppy play bollocks is part and parcel of our relationship.”

“And, let me guess, you want to have this practice session with me in full puppy gear.”

“Well, it makes sense.”

“How so?”

“Because otherwise it won’t be a proper practice,” Andrea said with some exasperation. “Please, Tamsin, I’m not mucking around here, really I’m not. I just want us to be perfect on Thursday. We’re doing so well so far. We’ve all but fooled them into thinking we’re the real thing, we’re getting ourselves accepted. We really don’t want to blow it now.”

“I suppose so,” Tamsin said wearily. “But what about you? Shouldn’t you be in costume as well? While I’m in puppy gear you’re wearing what, tweed? Where were you thinking of going for that, Harvey Nichols?”

“It’s going to be about the one time in my life I can afford to. As long as Angus doesn’t see the receipts until after we get the story then we’ll get away with it. Come on, it will be a blast.”

“Who’s kepez escort this ‘we’ who will get away with it? I’m not getting anything from Harvey Nicks,” Tamsin said sourly. She turned her laptop so that Andrea could see the screen. “For fucks sake, look at this.”

While they had been chatting Tamsin had Googled Harvey Nichols and then searched for ‘tweed’. The results showed a number of outfits, and, more relevantly their prices.

“Wow, over a grand for a jacket. That I’ve got to have!” Andrea exclaimed. “Again with the face! What’s your problem? If we’re going to fit in we have to look the part. I’ll bet that lot all shop there and if I turn up with something from Marks and Sparks or, heaven help us, Primark, then we’ll be spotted straight away.”

“I’m not sure Primark has ever sold anything in tweed,” Tamsin said with a smile. “Yeah, you’re right, of course, you will have to get something top of the range, but does it really need the two of us to trek down to Knightsbridge?”

“Come along, it will be fun.”

And, reluctantly, Tamsin agreed to go.

Even before they had gone through Harvey Nichol’s front door Tamsin’s socialist hackles had started to rise. She felt that the shop pandered to the worst in the rich and over-privileged and, like Lady Mary’s home, was a symbol of everything she despised. This didn’t help her mood and she trailed despondently after Andrea looking to find the worst in everything. She was the only one there wearing jeans and tee shirt and she felt that she stuck out like a sore thumb. Andrea, by comparison, was having the time of her life.

And, of course, when it came down to it, the sales staff were perfectly delightful and could not have been more helpful. Andrea explained that she needed a new tweed outfit for a day in the country with some friends who were dog lovers and, in no time, she was being fitted out with a skirt and matching jacket. However, that was only the start. The next stop was a white silk blouse and, after that, a pair of brown brogues. The brogues, of course, implied stockings, which, in turn, meant something to hold them up. After a certain amount of indecision, and plenty of help from an assistant, they, or rather Andrea, decided on a white basque with matching lacy panties.

“After all,” she said to Tamsin in an aside, “who wears Marks and Sparks undies under Harvey Nicks tweed.”

It was approaching lunch time by the time they had finished so they grabbed a quick bite in town before heading back to the flat. This time Tamsin was more assertive and flatly refused to carry the bags so it was Andrea who flopped down weary in an armchair and asked, no demanded, that Tamsin make the tea. When Tamsin brought the tray through to the lounge Andrea had already started to unpack.

“Full dress rehearsal?” Tamsin asked.

“We’ll have our tea first but, after that, we’ll go for it. Do you know,” Andrea stood up and held the skirt against her waist, “this is the first skirt I’ve worn since I was in school.”

“The things you have to suffer for this story. My heart bleeds for you,” Tamsin replied caustically. “Come along, bring your tea into the bedroom. Let’s see how it looks once the outfit is complete.”

They went through to the bedroom and put the clothes on the bed. Then Andrea stripped off and reached for the basque. Tamsin helped her into it, fastening up the hooks and eyes at the back. Then she knelt down on the floor and helped Andrea into the nylon stockings. Andrea then put on the panties, the blouse and the tweed skirt while Tamsin sat on the bed and watched. Whilst Tamsin wasn’t particularly attracted to Andrea she had to admit that the smart, formal lines of the skirt and blouse suited her and, once Andrea put on the jacket and stepped into the brogues, the effect was quite impressive. She did, indeed, look like some sort of upper class dog trainer. What is more, although Tamsin would never admit it to Andrea, there was something about the outfit that appealed to puppy girl. If she were to be tamed, if she were to roll over and have her tummy tickled, then the woman who would do it would be dressed like that.

“Well, that’s me sorted. Now, how about my little puppy?” Andrea said turning back from admiring herself in the mirror.

With an internal sigh Tamsin got up off the bed and started to take off her clothes. The ‘my little puppy’ line stung. Much as the woman who could tame puppy girl might be dressed like Andrea, she certainly wouldn’t be Andrea. It wasn’t just the lack of any affection between them, though that in itself was reason enough, it was also that it was quite clear that Andrea didn’t understand puppy play, or indeed, any of what they were having to get involved with, in anything more than an intellectual level.

When Tamsin finally stepped out of her panties she felt almost as vulnerable as she had done the first time. For one thing, the way that she had been discovered her last night had given Andrea a window into her sexuality. Even though Andrea was keeping her face expressionless, Tamsin could almost hear the unspoken ‘you’re getting off on this, aren’t you?’ and the contempt that went with. On the other hand she had no valid reason to refuse and any sudden squeamishness would only give Andrea even more power over her. She put her panties on the pile of clothes on the bed and turned to Andrea who was now sat at the dressing table and holding out the mask for her.

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This is a spin off story from The Sandman where Kim did get a mention as Tracey’s friend. Kim was writing her thesis on gay and lesbian relationships. I’ve always had it in my mind to do more on Kim and introduce Sandy, the lead singer of Sandy’s Destroyers. This is the second spin off story from The Sandman, the first spin off being Seducing Anita. Apologies if it’s a little longer than normal, I was going to break it up into parts but decided to keep it all together.

Shaima.

*****

My name is Sandra McMahon but my friends all call me Sandy from Sandy because I was born and raised in Sandringham, Melbourne. By day I’m a motor mechanic but at night I’m the lead singer in Sandy’s Destroyers. I did pick the name but I was quite pissed on UDLs that night but for some reason it just stuck. There’s five guys in the band, Adam on lead guitar, Tony on bass guitar, Brian and Alex on rhythm guitar and Alex also plays the keyboard for some songs, Big Matty is on drums and yours truly is out the front belting out a selection of covers.

It started out as just a bunch of kids from Sandringham High fooling around in the garage at Adam’s place but a funny thing happened when we graduated, Adam’s uncle owned a pub in Highett and booked us to play one night. The crowd went wild over this screeching blonde woman on stage wearing skin tight jeans and a white tank top and the rest is history. Adam’s cousin, Stephen was at that gig as well, he became our sound man.

I was born in 1991 to Meghan and Wendy and yes you read that right. I was raised by two lesbians although they weren’t together when I was conceived. I was the result of a drunken one night stand and mum told me his name was Sandy so she named me after him. I was raised in a loving household by two mothers, the fact that I’m also gay is just coincidence. I did try it with guys but while I loved doing the things guys did, I just didn’t like doing that with them.

Which was how I started hanging out with the boys in high school. By then I’d gotten a name for myself as a bit of a street fighter. Don’t get me wrong I don’t start fights but I can finish them and having two mums made me stand out from my friends at school. I’ve been called all the names under the sun but Wendy enrolled me in kick boxing classes when I was ten although by then I could take care of myself. Meghan, my biological mum is a lawyer and she taught me to use words to defuse any tension.

But this isn’t about me in case you’re wondering. It’s about how I met my girl, Kim. I’d heard about Kim from Charlie and Tracey although I never got to read the dissertation. She apparently did want to interview me but due to work and band commitments it never came about. Kim is Vietnamese although her foster mum is Caucasian, she has flawless brown skin, jet black hair and a figure to die for but the way we met was purely by ‘coincidence.’

I’m a qualified motor mechanic and I often joke that it was a choice between being a mechanic or a beauty technician, except that in my case it’s true. I did work for about six months in a salon doing nails and eyebrows until I got tired of it all and applied for an apprenticeship. Admittedly, my first employer just hired me on my looks and for novelty value, but when he discovered that I was that way inclined we soon parted on mutual terms. I finished my apprenticeship at a garage in nearby Moorabbin, which coincidentally was a mere half a mile from a studio used by Melbourne bands. Being in an industrial estate means they can stay open to all hours and as it’s a fairly large building the owners have divided it into studios and private jam rooms.

But I’m waffling! I first met Kim face to face when she brought her car in for an oil change and service. I was processing a receipt for another customer when she walked into the office but I didn’t notice her because the customer was blocking my view, but then Kenny, stepped in and asked if she was here to see me. When the customer moved to one side, I got my first look at Kim but even then I didn’t make the connection straight away.

She was wearing a pink shirt and white pants, which contrasted perfectly with her light brown skin and long black hair, her features were obviously Asian but I was too busy checking her out as I handed the invoice to the customer.

“Can I help you?” I asked her.

Kim stared at me for a moment and then her eyes widened.

“Oh, it’s you,” she took a step forward, “you’re Tracey’s friend, Sandy?”

“Yeah,” I glanced at Kenny for a moment, “and you’re?”

“Kim,” she took two more steps forward to the counter and was about to lean against it when she noticed the grease stains and straightened up, “I recognised you from the pictures on Tracey’s phone.”

“Right,” I glanced at the customer who was fishing out his wallet, “can you excuse me for a moment?”

“I’ll deal with this,” Kenny stepped around the counter.

Released from a customer who’d been so obviously mentally undressing me was a relief and antalya escort bayan I reminded myself to buy him a six pack on Friday night as I ushered Kim towards the front door but she stopped short of the door.

“Um, I’m here for a service.”

“Oh, right,” I ran a hand through my hair, “of course.”

Kim drove a blue, 2006 Toyota Camry Sport, which was parked out in the street outside due to our small carpark being full.

“It needs an oil change and a service,” she stopped by the car, “Tracey recommended I come here after the last garage billed me for new brake pads that I apparently didn’t need according to my mum’s boyfriend.”

“There’s a lot of sharks out there,” I nodded, “the first garage where I worked at were always doing that kind of shit. It was considered normal but I could never bring myself to lie to customers.”

“Was that why you left?”

“No,” I shook my head, “I left because he grabbed my arse one afternoon and I threatened him with a fifteen inch shifter. That was in the first year of my apprenticeship, I finished up just down the road and around the corner, and then got a job here.”

“Cool,” she gave me the once over, “so, I can just leave it here?”

“Yeah,” I looked around, “so, where’s your other ride?”

“Taxi,” she took out her phone.

I made a decision then that has permanently altered my life.

I decided to do her car then and there. I mean we usually book a car in and the owner just drops it off but being a senior mechanic means I can also decide to do a car then and there if I want, the fact she was Tracey’s friend did have something to do with it though.

I got busy right away after finding her a seat in our so-called waiting room, which is just a room with a couple of old couches, a Coke machine and one of those coffee machines. The telly does work but most people prefer to play with their phones, I reckon the free wi-fi is the most popular feature for our customers.

Another feature are the two windows looking out onto the garage floor, most of the time the blinds are drawn but that morning they were open and thus Kim got to see me working on her car, which didn’t actually bother me but what it did do was allow her to check me out. Let me be clear here, I wasn’t posing in front of her, there’s too much to focus on for a start. For part of the time all she saw of me was my legs poking out from the front of the car as I drained the oil, then it was my back as I changed the oil filter, put in new oil and changed the air filter. The only time I actually noticed her looking at me was when I grabbed the analyser to check her timing. Kim was standing with her arms folded in full view and a strange smile on her face.

It was all over soon enough and it was as she was paying me that she popped the question.

“When’s your next gig? I was checking out your clips on You Tube while you were working.”

“Um, we’re playing the Retreat tomorrow night.”

“That’s in Brunswick,” she frowned.

“Yeah, but if you’re keen to go I could pick you up on the way through,” I held my breath and waited for the knock back but a moment later she smiled and nodded.

“Okay, it’s a date,” her eyes twinkled.

“So, what do you prefer, singing or working on cars?”

“Well in a perfect world we’d be doing world tours but working on cars gives me a steady income and I’m good at what I do,” I stared past her for a moment, “we rent a room at a studio not far from here twice a week for band practice and we’re working on our first album.”

“Now that I have to hear when it’s finished,” Kim took out her phone, “I’d really love to stand here and chat but I’ve got a heap of things to do, and you’ve got to get back to work,” she smiled at me, “um, what’s your number?”

I gave her my number and she sent a text to my phone, which was inside.

“Okay, I’ve sent you my address, send me a text with a time and I’ll be waiting,” she touched the back of my hand a moment later.

“And thank you so much for doing my car right away, I really didn’t expect that.”

“It was no problem, really.”

“We’ll talk soon,” she opened the door, “bye.”

I think of all the times I’ve asked a woman out over the years, that stands out as being one in a million. I wasn’t even thinking of asking her out, I certainly didn’t look attractive in my overalls and with my hair tied up in a bun, my face had grease stains on it and I did smell. She on the other hand looked as if she’d just stepped out of a beauty salon.

Tracey was likewise mystified when I told her that night in a text conversation.

Tracey: She’s always said she was straight but I never questioned it.

Sandy: Maybe she’s curious?

Tracey: I don’t know, just don’t assume too much, Kim’s really down to earth so she won’t judge you on how you look. Kim is one of the most beautiful people I know and I’m not talking about the physical either.

Sandy: I feel guilty antalya merkez escort for charging full price, I mean, she’s still a student.

Tracey: Don’t be, she has a part time job at a solicitor’s office so she earns money. She’s doing her post grad but that’s just two days a week. You would only have embarrassed her if you’d charged her less, she’s meticulous about paying her bills. Kim is the only person I know who pays her bills before they’re due.

There was more of course but that was the gist of the exchange. She did admit that she’d sent Kim to my work but that was because she knew we wouldn’t rip her off.

Tracey: She’s my best friend, I was fucking fuming when she told me about that last prick.

Sandy: You want me to throw a brick through his window?

Tracey: No, don’t. I don’t want you ending up in jail.

Sandy: Me neither.

Date night saw me wavering between two stage outfits, both of them in leather. The first is your standard leather jacket and leather pants, usually teamed with either a white top or shirt, it can be a little hot though after the first session but it’s great for the colder months. The second is a leather pinafore that a good friend made especially for me on the proviso that I tell people who made it, hey it’s free advertising and I’ve sent a few customers her way. The dress has straps over the shoulders that hook onto a bib front and it has a button and zipper fastening at the side, I usually wear a white shirt under it and my thigh high boots. I eventually settled on the pinafore, partly because it was still reasonably warm for May, and partly because I do feel sexier in that outfit.

Kim lived in Hampton, which is one of the more exclusive bayside suburbs. You’ve got to have money just to survive there. The door was answered by a blonde, forty something woman in a cream coloured blouse and tan trousers and at first I thought I had the wrong address.

“I’m looking for Kim? Is this the right address?”

“Sure is, you must the woman she’s been talking about,” she opened the flywire door, “I’m Analyn her stepmother,” she half turned as Kim entered the small entrance porch.

“Hey,” Kim smiled, “you’ve met my mum.”

“Yeah,” I ran an eye over Kim’s outfit, she was wearing a black, off the shoulder top and skin tight jeans with a belt.

“Nice outfit,” I went on.

“Thanks,” she leaned over and kissed Analyn on the cheek, “bye, mum, don’t wait up for me.”

I farewelled Analyn as we headed to my car.

“I thought I had the wrong house for a moment,” I looked at her as I shut the door.

“Easy mistake to make, considering she’s Caucasian and I’m Asian,” she buckled her seatbelt, “she is my stepmother but I call her mum because my biological mum died when I was three months old,” she tapped her phone.

“Oh right, how did she die if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Drug overdose,” she glanced up briefly, “I never knew her but I’ve seen pictures and mum gave me her personal effects years ago.”

“Okay,” I didn’t know what to say to that and to be honest I didn’t feel the need to inquire further and so we set off for the Retreat Hotel.

The Retreat is located in the northern suburb of Brunswick, which is a decent haul from Hampton but I’ve done that drive so many times I can do it in my sleep. I take my turn driving the truck with all our gear but I prefer driving my own car out there to the ‘gig mobile.’ We talked a little on the way there, starting with her dissertation because the first time I’d heard about her had been when she was writing it. We then moved onto her post graduate studies, she was majoring in Gender Studies with a particular interest in transgender issues and then moved onto her part time job at the solicitor’s office.

“They’ve suggested I do an introduction to law so I could do more hours but law isn’t one of those things I want to do full time, I’d rather stick with university and become a lecturer.”

This was said as I pulled into the carpark at the back of the pub and stopped not far from our truck, which has Sandy’s Destroyers painted on the side.

“That must be your truck,” she stared at it.

“That is the gig mobile,” I replied, “we take turns driving it,” I nodded at our sound man who was leaning against the side with a stubby and an electronic cigarette, “that’s Stephen, our sound engineer,” I tooted the horn and he looked up and waved.

“Cute guy, is he?”

“Well, he’s single but the night’s still young. He’s a real heartbreaker. Every woman he takes home thinks she can change his mind but he has this golden rule. He never lets them stay the night. No matter how tired he is, he’ll always drive them home or pay for a taxi.”

“Well maybe not so cute,” she sighed.

“But apart from that he’s a hell of a nice guy,” I flicked at my hair, “come on, I have to get in there and see the others.”

Playing gigs used to be antalya rus escort a frightening thing for me. Believe it or not I’m actually quite self conscious about being out front singing into a microphone, feeling very much like a fake. Almost as if the illusion would suddenly fall away and people would see that I was a shit singer. I hit on the cure one night after reading about a famous singer who’d had a similar thing until she created a look with certain outfits. She essentially became another person on stage, someone she’d constructed in her mind and recreated on stage. It enabled her to come out of her shell and explode onto the pub rock circuit that Melbourne is known for, we cover some of their hits.

What worked for her, also works for me. My persona is the bad girl, the slut, the bikie moll and partly because of that outward projection I can get away with a surprising amount of banter. You get the occasional knobhead who thinks he can get up on stage and bump his balls against you but the boys are always there to step in if they can see I’m in trouble. Most times I’m quite capable of pushing him away. Thankfully, this crowd was quite well behaved, although the presence of three Maori bouncers also helped a lot. Those guys can put the fear of God into most guys just by looking at them.

We usually open for other bands but when I got inside I found out that the other band had pulled out at the last moment due to the fact two of their members were down at the police station answering questions, I never asked what it was about but when the manager asked if we could do the full night we were only too willing. It meant we had to do three sets instead of our usual one, and this time instead of doing our usual selection of covers, we were able to perform the original songs we’re going to put onto a C.D. We also let it be known we’d do requests, within reason.

One of those requests was from Kim, who wanted us to do an ABBA song, Does Your Mother Know That You’re Out. It had the boys smiling but hey, it’s music and so that was added to the queue and we were in business. As gigs go, it was an exhausting one and by the end my voice was a little hoarse but it was a good night all the same. The crowd was easy enough to work and when we did our finale, a rocked up version of Suspicious Minds the crowd was on fire.

I’d caught sight of Kim several times that night and she’d been hit on by a few guys and at least one girl but come the end of the night she was still there and unattached, which left me feeling a little out there and exposed. Was she just being polite? I hadn’t hinted at anything on the way there and her body language certainly wasn’t suggestive as we packed the P.A system back into the truck and said our goodbyes. Kim was propped against the front of my car with her phone, she was texting someone and looked up as I unlocked the car.

“Do you want to head back home or stop off somewhere?”

“It’s up to you,” she shrugged, “I’m not in a hurry but you’re probably tired.”

I was tired but it seemed a shame to just go straight home and so we stopped off at a pizza joint in Toorak for a sit down meal. I’m always hungry after a gig even though I try to eat beforehand but for some reason it just goes straight to my legs. The guys are the opposite, they just crash out or get drunk but I’m not a big drinker despite my on stage persona. I do have a pot of Coke on stage most of the time but people just assume it’s Bundy and Coke.

“My mum has a friend not far from here,” Kim remarked as we waited for our order.

She left that out there for a few moments before going on.

“She was involved with her for a few months but then they broke up and she went back to men.”

“So your mum is bisexual?”

“I think so,” she tapped her phone again, “she says it’s more like living in the moment. She’s been going out with Tracey’s dad for the last few years.”

“So you and Tracey could be sisters one day,” I managed a crooked smile.

“What do you mean one day?” Kim stared at me, “we’re practically sisters now.”

“So, where does your mum work?”

“Social Services,” she replied, “she used to be a cop but in order to adopt me she resigned from the police force and went back to university to do a social work degree.”

“Why did she have to resign from the police force just to adopt you?”

“It was because of the situation,” Kim looked past me for a moment.

“It’s kind of complicated, it usually freaks people out when I tell them.”

I nearly did ask her to tell me that night but changed my mind at the last moment and not long afterwards they brought our meal around. Kim wasn’t that hungry but she did take a piece of pizza and some garlic bread and hey, I’m not selfish. I was only too willing to share my meal.

Nevertheless, despite our ‘date’ I was under the distinct impression that it was purely platonic even when we were sitting outside her house an hour or so later. I was pretty tired and looking forward to hitting the sack when she turned to look at me.

“So, will I see you again soon?”

“Yeah, why not?” I replied, “we’re playing again tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday.”

“Would you like to come around for Sunday lunch?”

Now I consider myself pretty quick on the uptake but that came at me sideways, I mean what do you say to that?

“Yeah, okay.”

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Cherished readers, this is NOT one of my sexual fantasy pieces. This is real, and we don’t do it nearly as often as I’d like…

Thanksgiving dinner was over. Guests were gone and everything was cleaned up. We were VERY happy to get back to normal with our clothes off. For the first time that day, she was relaxing…I was almost relaxing…my pussy was not relaxing.

I don’t think it ever does…

After eating so much, you can’t just sit there and fall asleep! After a LITTLE relaxation, you really need to work it off! How best to do that? SEX! Okay, lots of exercise the next day, but, right now, SEX!

My legs were spread. I think they’re always spread, Blue saw my pussy lips wiggling a little and said, “Gee, Sunny…is there any time you don’t want to have sex?”

“Come on! I haven’t had an orgasm since…let’s see…since I woke up!”

She smiled at me, slid her naked body between my thighs and brought her lips to mine, speaking hotly, “You liked getting your pussy sucked this morning, didn’t you.”

I slid my tongue in her mouth and kissed her wetly, then replied, “Fuck yes, I did! You held onto me and sucked me hard, just the way I like it!”

Blue smiled. She’s an expert at sucking me, and can make me cum in 30 seconds or less. Then again…then again…and again…

I patted her pussy and told her, “Don’t move, hotstuff. I’ll be right back.” I got up and tossed my hair back against antalya escort my ass as I was walking away, shakin’ my stuff real good for her.

She called out to me, “You’d better hurry or I’ll cum before you get back!”

I yelled back, “You’d better not!”

I ran upstairs and turned on the shower floor heating system. I was pretty sure we were going to need that. Then to the kitchen, where I grabbed a bag of chocolate truffles, favored by us because they melt so easily, and are soooooo ultra-smooth.

When I got back to the living room, my hot baby was playing with her pussy…she held out her hand for me to lick her fingers when I sat down…I held her hand and hungrily sucked her fingers, one by one with my eyes closed, my pussy throbbing harder.

We both almost came right then…almost…

I opened the bag of truffles and she smiled. She knows I can’t behave myself with those around.

She took one of them, smiled and said, “Give your pussy to me, baby.” I eagerly slid down and draped one leg on the back of the couch and put my other foot on the coffee table. She rubbed the truffle on my outer lips, then slid it so easily in my hot…wet…pussy.

I leaned my head back with my eyes closed, completely overtaken with total pleasure. I slid down more and tucked my knees back with my legs spread…I could feel, and Baby could see, the melted aksu escort chocolate mixed with my hot juices dripping from my pussy and starting to flow to between my ass and pussy…

“Oooooooohhhhhhh…please, please eat me! You need to suck me, because this is JUST about to make me cum!”

She giggled more, then licked my pussy from my ass to my clit, lapping at the liquid chocolate as it oozed from me…when I was seconds away from cumming, she pounced her mouth on my pussy and SUCKED me, taking my pussy and the rest of my body through my screaming orgasm…

My body relaxed with my legs propped up again and my head laid back. “Oh, Blue…you are sooooooooo good…”

She was sliding her finger through my pussy and licking it, sending little quivers through my body. “You’re pretty good too! I like chocolate Sunnypussy!”

Her face met my pussy again and she sucked the rest of my chocolate juices, her mouth riding me to another wild orgasm…

“FUCK, BABY!”

I sat up and leaned to her, licking all of me from her lips, then spoke softly to her mouth, “I think I have a treat for you, babydoll.”

“Oooooooooooooo…”

I stood up and took her hand. “Come with me to the shower…this will get messy.”

“Hell yes! I think I’ll like this!”

Leading her by the hand, I looked back at her, tossed my hair and smiled. “I’m antalya escort going to chocolate pussyfuck you…yeah…you’ll like it.”

We sat on the almost-hot shower floor. “Watch this!” I made three chocolate truffles disappear in my pussy.

“Damn, Sunny…”

She laid back and spread her legs for me. I spread mine and leaned back on my hands. She was already shaking. “Fuck me, Sunny!”

Chocolate and lots of my juices were oozing from me…my orchid lips were swollen and hot. She grabbed my legs, pulling my pussy to hers and cried out in pleasure when my pussy rubbed hers, bathing her pussy in my juices and LOTS of smooth, creamy chocolate…

I pushed against her hard, fucking her pussy with mine, her orgasm getting closer by the second…we fucked roughly in a duet of whimpers and squeals, our pussies rubbing and slapping…we were both already out of our minds with impending orgasms!

We both screamed out and came like hell! I know a LOT of my chocolate and cum flowed inside her pussy, mixing with her luscious cum and pulsing back out of her, both of us in orgasms that seemed never to stop!

I fell onto my back…both our asses were in a warm, delicious puddle…we were breathless…

“Oh…fuck…baby…”

“Fuck, Blue…”

“I know…”

I sat up and slid my face between her thighs to her pussy…she held my legs and pulled me around…I spread my legs and she buried her mouth in my pussy. Hungrily, we licked and sucked each other’s smooth pussies clean, both of us cumming again in orgasms that rocked our bodies hard.

I turned around and we wrapped ourselves around each other, our wet, slippery lips trying get enough in a mass of whimpering kisses and “I love yous.”

The End

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