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Like every other night in Los Angeles, the temperature was comfortable at a summertime low of ninety degrees. I was spending the night alone again; a queen sized bed seems rather empty when yourself and an oversized pillow are the only occupants. Jake, my rottweiler, had taken to sleeping by the back door lately, where the cool draft lulled him to sleep.

I fidgeted, sweaty and uncomfortable. I couldn’t seem to get any rest the past few days, quite possibly because of the warmth. I crawled out of my shirt and panties and dropped them off the edge of the bed. I lay nude, still overwhelmed by the excessive California heat.

A flamenco lovesong was suddenly audible; it must have been the neighbors upstairs again; the three silly-looking elderly Mexican men. The volume grew, and I considered asking them to turn it down, but laziness overcame me. Besides, the music seemed to fill the emptiness that I’d been feeling for so many nights…

I was hardly even aware of my sight growing dim and my eyelids growing heavy, or that the unbareable west coast heat had become almost soothing. I had relaxed and was on the verge of slumber when I heard rhythmic footsteps within the room. I opened my eyes and looked around, frightened.

Figures of smoke took human shapes, one of a woman dancing in time with the rich, melodic energies that a young man plucked out on a classical guitar strung with steel. My companions gradually solidified until they nearly appeared opaque.

The girl was young, she seemed barely an adult, but her curves were far too pronounced for her to be a child. Her flesh was delicate and tan; a wilted red flower accented the hair that was ebony strands of silk flowing with her steps. A floral dress clung to bursa escort her hips and breasts, and its layers of fabric danced around her ankles elegantly.

The girl seemed to have grown weary of my attention, and directed my gaze towards her instrumentalist. He was a bit darker than she, and his hair was accented with a few grey strands. He smiled as he played – a warm, soft smile that seemed to draw me in…

My concentration returned to the dancer, who had discreetly found her way onto the bed. She crept along my body until she was balanced on her hands and knees, eye level with me. “Me llamo Anjelica,” she said, in a voice that must have thrown the Sirens into a stupor. Only now did I notice she was no longer clothed. She seated herself on my stomach and whispered to me words that I didn’t know, but understood.

She smiled and placed her hands on my breasts. I should have been startled, but her beauty overcame and overwhelmed me. Clutching them for balance, she leaned forward and kissed me. I was still for a moment, allowing her tongue to explore. Once I’d overcome my initial intimidation, I returned the oral intimacy and found myself falling into her very existence…

I could feel myself growing wet and I whimpered a bit, still locked in a passionate embrace. I put my hands on her waist and held her close. Gently, I slid my fingers along her satin flesh, down to the small of her back and then up again, holding her behind her neck.

We pulled away from the kiss and I became fixated on her eyes, which were a brown darker and richer and more soulful than anything else that had ever bothered to exist. Her breasts were suspended above mine; large, delicate and round. Nipples of velvet brown protruded escort bursa sharply and drew my desire.

Anjelica set an example for me, by kneading my chest. I shivered with the unbareable waves of passion that ran through my veins. My hands found themselves sliding down from her neck, around her torso and to her breasts. They were even softer than they’d looked. She gripped me as I massaged her, and we kissed again.

She backed away from the kiss and let go. She kneeled above me and looked down. My mind raced to my highschool spanish class. “Mas,” I whimpered. She turned around, almost as if to leave. I panicked. “No. Please, no. Por favor? No…”

She crawled backwards and placed her dripping pussy above my mouth. I was relieved and overjoyed and only knew how to express this by indulgence.

I closed my eyes and nuzzled her soft pubic hair. She was warm and delicious, sweeter than any girl I’d known. I licked her lips and briefly slipped my tongue in between. She was having trouble balancing, and repositioned herself so that her hands were once again on my breasts. She focused on my hardened pink nipples this time, gently at first, just caressing them and occasionally pinching, but as I licked her, she grew more aggressive; twisting, pulling, squeezing.

She couldn’t take the teasing any longer and pressed her vagina into my face, enveloping me in her musk and flavour. I slid my tongue along her and to her clitoris. It felt so tender, and I couldn’t resist surrounding it with my lips and sucking gently. She began to buck against my face, and I began to shudder with emptiness underneath her.

I lifted my hips and she tried to reach to finger me with one hand but couldn’t quite make it without bursa escort bayan slipping away from my tongue, something she was very reluctant to do. Instead, she focused more attention on my breasts, hoping to satisfy me. She was able to come close, but never succeeded, and I whimpered. Within a few moments, she was unable to contain herself and couldn’t concentrate on massaging me, instead clutching my tits and holding on, trying desperately to maintain balance.

She moaned in harmony with the fading guitar, and I realized that she had begun to fade as well. I was on the verge of tears and I sucked harder. I slid one hand along her stomach and up to her breast and I gripped her nipple and rubbed. With my other, I thrust two fingers inside of her, sliding them in an out. She nearly screamed as she came, and I licked as much from her as I could; I was completely absorbed in her delectable juices…

I gently guided her off of my face with my fingers. She wanted to keep them inside, so she followed. She had a bit of trouble turning around and keeping them pressed within her, but she managed, and she leaned over me, for a kiss that I rejected. Instead, I led her a bit closer, studying her growing transparency, and placed my free hand on her back, pulling her down. With my tongue, I caressed one of the nipples that stood before me. She gave a breathy moan. Anxious to occupy my mouth, I took it in and sucked aggressively.

I felt her slipping away, her existence fading…

I blinked, and she was gone. Her accompanist was gone as well. I realized my thumb was in my mouth and I was curled into a ball. There was no music, there was no girl. My clothes were on again, and the heat had returned to being savage.

I rolled over and sucked the thumb of my other hand… but something smelled familiar. It was the musk of Anjelica, spread across my middle and index fingers. I licked them and I knew her taste again…

And then I cried myself to sleep…

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Dear Jenny:

You asked for my story of way back then: how did I survive, how did I find strength and acceptance? How did I find love? Yes, I’ll tell you, Jenny. You’ve a right to know, and from what you’ve written to me about your life now, you need to know. I’m including the intimate, naughty bits, because they’re part of the story, part of who Annie and I were together back then, and you need to know about that too. I don’t remember our exact words, in all cases: I’m dramatising and inventing a little dialogue here and there, because that’s how you tell a story. But it is quite a story, if I may say so myself.

In London, 1953, a horse-faced young woman was about to be crowned Queen of an Empire. I was not much younger than her, twenty-two at the time. But my rites of passage were none so genteel. Not for me nor my Annie.

I was a locksmith, which was a pretty unusual occupation for a girl. Combined with my name, Jo (christened Josephine), my short, sandy hair, combed down like a boy’s, my preference for trousers — well, I came in for no small amount of abuse and misunderstanding from the society roundabout me. I knew I was different, from childhood on. At about age seven, I recall, my friends were chattering about whose brother they wanted to marry when they grew up, and they laughed at me when I said I wanted to marry my friend Beth. As I grew older, cut my hair, and started wearing trousers outside of school, the responses grew uglier. Schoolyard taunts, confrontations with gangs of young lads who were threatened by a non-girl girl like me, fights, almost being raped once, well, I toughened up pretty quickly. You know I’m not much above five foot, but I had some muscle on me then, and I learned how to throw an effective punch or kick when I had to. And I learned that when you let a bully have his way, he’ll soon be back to push you down further. You mustn’t let that happen, if you can help it.

I’ve just made my East-End neighbourhood sound rough, and it was at times, but we all knew each other, and I think I eventually won a certain amount of acceptance, even friendship at times, from them. There was a war on, our houses were being blown to bits by the Junkers, we were sleeping in the Underground, and people generally had more to worry about than the queer girl down the street.

I’d never have made it, though, without my dad. He had an inner strength about him that I loved: he knew exactly who he was, no better nor worse than the next man, and if anybody didn’t like how he was, that was their problem. He taught me to see myself the same way. He stuck up for me with the neighbours when I wasn’t strong enough on my own. And seeing as how I wasn’t likely to become a housewife nor a fashion model when I grew up, he taught me his trade, locksmithing. I thank God for the club foot that kept him out of the army. My mum I barely remember, except from a couple of holiday snaps, and my dad’s stories. She died of pneumonia when I was five. She looked like a softer, girlier version of me. My dad loved her, I know. He never found another woman to take her place, though many’s the widow in our neighbourhood that wanted to fill the other half of his bed.

When customers came into our shop, or my dad brought me along on jobs, eyebrows were often raised at the girl apprentice in trousers. But as I said, there was a war on, men were in short supply, and if they wanted their doors fixed, they let us get on about our work. After the war, with half of London in rubble, there was a massive rebuilding boom, and consequently no shortage of jobs for my dad and me. Soon we had enough saved to buy out the business of a retired locksmith in the City, which I took over as my own shop. It was a different class of customer there — barristers’ and bankers’ offices mostly, with gleaming brass fittings and old oak panelling all over the place. Sir Toff, QC, and Lord Torybugger, and their secretaries, looking down their noses at me as though I were an unpleasant smell, all the while begging me to please give their job top priority. I had my own assistant, my cousin Jimmy, and if customers gave me any trouble about my unconventional appearance, he could scowl at them like a surly proletarian and they’d generally back off.

At first, I commuted to the new shop from our East-End home. But I was of age, ready to try living on my own; and I think my dad was maybe ready to give some of the neighbourhood widows an audition or two, with me out of the way. So I moved into the empty flat above our shop in the City, and furnished it according to my simple needs. I had, in sum, by age twenty-two, carved out an independent life for myself as an openly butch lesbian (we were called toms back then), in a totally straight, male-dominated world. Not bad, eh, Jenny?

The irony was that I had absolutely no experience of lesbian love. Now, I just said that it was a totally straight world, but that’s only in a manner of speaking. Many times, I had caught the eyes of women bursa escort — neighbourhood mums, housekeepers, shop girls, aristocratic matrons, tradesmen’s wives, young secretaries: hot, frank appraisals of me that made me blush to my toes and go wet in my cunt; brushing their breasts against me or subtly running their hand over my bum as they got off the bus; turning to wink at me. Many times, I returned their gaze, with dumb hunger. Once, a posh secretary in a solicitor’s office slipped her hand into mine as I was working, squeezed it, and whispered in my ear, “I bet you do naughty things with these hands.” But when the solicitor suddenly returned, she sprang away from me and resumed her supercilious manner. I hated that woman just then, though I understood her predicament. I was butch enough to attract her lust, but by the same token, too butch to be safely seen with. And so it was, I suppose, for all those closeted women with whom I exchanged hungry gazes. Perhaps they went home and touched themselves, thinking of me — I know I went home and frigged myself raw, thinking of them. If there were any lesbian meeting places in London back then, nobody told me about them.

So, the only person who could really initiate me into this depraved, unnatural, forbidden love was a pure innocent: my sweet Annie.

So here’s where the story gets underway. With Coronation festivities about to begin, Buckingham Palace and such places were swarming with princes, dukes, rajas, and suchlike from hither and yon. But there was no room at the inn for a certain Prince, formerly the Nazi puppet ruler of a small eastern European country, chased out by the Russians, now living in Spain (I learned all this later from Annie). Because of his Nazi ties, he couldn’t be accommodated too publicly; nevertheless, he was a duly pedigreed relation of the Prince Consort, so Lord Haggis (or some such name), owner of a grand old residence in the City, stepped forward and saw to it that this Son of Royalty would have somewhere to lay his head. Moreover, because this ex-Prince had overseen some rather nasty torture and mass execution campaigns during his Nazi heyday, he was in need of protection from his countrymen. He was in need of very secure doors — not just the exterior doors, but the door to his bedroom, the door to his wife’s bedroom, the door to his mistress’s bedroom, and so on. Hence, my services were called for.

I was busy installing a triple deadbolt lock with a steel doorframe in what was to be one of the bedrooms (wife’s or mistress’s, I’m not sure), when I heard a polite cough behind me.

“Sorry to interrupt you at your work sir, but Mrs Crimmons was wanting to know if you’re likely to be finished by this afternoon, sir.”

I looked up. She was a fat, pink-faced girl of eighteen or nineteen, about my height, in the black-and-white uniform of a parlour-maid.

“Cor,” she started, “you’re not a man! You’re a girl!” She blushed even pinker.

“Last I checked, that’s right.”

“But … then why are you dressed like a lad?” There was no taunt behind it: it was an innocent question.

“I’m more comfortable like this,” I shrugged.

Her response caught me off guard. “Well, I think you look right pretty that way, Miss. Or handsome, p’raps I should say,” she smiled coyly. “My name’s Annie Blake. What’s yours?” “Jo. Jo Irons. Er, tell Mrs Crimmons I’ve got three more of these doors to do, and I shan’t be finished before five.”

Annie hurried away, but returned a half-hour later with a tray of covered dishes. “I thought you might be hungry for a bite of lunch, Jo.”

“Well, thank you Annie, but I brought my own lunch pail. I never get fed on jobs like this.”

“Are you sure you won’t try some? There’s a slice of ham-and-veal pie, new potatoes, and fresh asparagus. I just swiped ’em off his lordship’s table for you.”

“I don’t want to get you in trouble, Annie.” She shrugged, as if this was not a concern. And since she had bothered, and since the pie looked delicious, I sat down and devoured it. All the while, Annie hovered by me, peppering me with questions about myself, where I’d grown up, what it was like to be a girl in a trade, how I lived by myself. I had initially supposed she was a bit slow-witted, but as the conversation continued, I saw that she had a sharp appraisal of the goings-on in this household, and in the broader world. She was just an innocent with regard to women like me. And she had a smile that just seemed to radiate from the core of her being, warming me in her glow. After a bit, I noticed, underneath the starched ugliness of her maid’s uniform, a plump, well-developed young figure that began to stir my fancy. Well, I told myself, who says I can’t fancy a fat girl? And this girl looked quite cuddly, quite appealing, really. Her hair was a beautiful auburn, tucked up primly, alas, beneath a drab maid’s cap.

I was sorry me when she told me she had to get back to work. But her innocent directness escort bursa once again bowled me over: “I’ve never met anyone like you before, Jo. I like you, a lot. Would you step out with me sometime? Thursday’s my afternoon off.”

“Annie, I like you very much too, and I’d love to step out with you. But you should know,” I winced, “if people see you with me, there’ll be talk.”

“What kind of talk?”

“Well, it’s kind of obvious to people from the way I look … I’m what you call a tom, Annie, a sexual invert: I’m attracted to women rather than men. If people see you with me, they’ll think … you fancy me.”

“They’ll be right then, won’t they,” she smiled, and sashayed out of the room, which just a bit more sway to her big hips than was necessary.

I let Jimmy handle my jobs for Thursday afternoon, and closed up the shop. I washed extra-carefully, dressed in a freshly laundered shirt, with my tweed trousers and jacket, and set off to Annie’s. At last, after twenty-two years, I was stepping out with a girl, a real flesh-and-blood girl who wanted to be with me and didn’t care if we were seen together. A girl who might even let me kiss her, if I could arrange the circumstances right.

But when I arrived at the tradesman’s entrance to the house and asked for her, the housekeeper came out instead, eyed me up as though I were a contagious disease, and told me Annie was not at liberty to see any visitors.

“But, ain’t this her free afternoon, Mrs Crimmons?”

“That is no Concern of yours. She’s in quite serious Trouble as it is, without … Characters like you entering the picture.”

Annie in trouble?! Was it about that lunch she’d given me? I had to get in there and see what was going on. But I wasn’t going to get past this pompous bulldog of a housekeeper by begging; I needed to switch tactics fast.

“Well, you see, ma’am,” I said, putting on the manner of an impatient tradesman, “I come back to check on the locks, for them new doors I put in for the Prince’s rooms, this Tuesday last. There’s a further adjustment that’s needed, and … Annie told me I might come back today and take care of it.”

She eyed me suspiciously. “Ruby,” she called to a passing kitchen maid, “do you Recognise this … person.”

“Yes, Mrs Crimmons, that’s the locksmith gal what was here the other day. Annie pointed her out to me.”

“Hmm.”

“I know my way, ma’am, no need to trouble yourself,” I muttered as I darted past her.

When I reached the main floor, I was frightened to see coppers in the sitting room (this couldn’t be about the ham-and-veal pie then, could it?), but I continued up the stairs as though I belonged there, till I could hear my Annie’s voice, arguing sharply with several men.

“It’ll go much harder for you, my gel, if you don’t tell us where they are straightaway. We’re not playing games here.”

“I told you: I never even seen ’em! I didn’t even know he had any bleeding emeralds.” I sidled up to the doorway. There were several constables standing about, whilst a ferret-faced detective questioned her. A tall, richly dressed gentleman with a pencil moustache hovered in the background.

“It’s no good, ducky. His Excellency,” he nodded to the Prince, “says you did see them. Now, am I to believe the Prince, or am I to take the word of a parlour-maid, daughter of a convicted forger?”

Her face went stony. “You can believe as you please. You can send me to prison if you choose. I’ll be in better company there than I am at present.”

I noticed that the Prince’s eyes kept travelling, furtively, to a small, elaborately carved writing desk in the corner. It was my only hope. “Were those emeralds insured, Inspector?” I asked brightly, stepping into the room. “I assume you searched that escritoire? The, er, the writing desk?” Annie started when she saw me, but kept mum.

“And who the bloody hell are you? *What* the hell are you? — begging your Excellency’s pardon.”

“I’m just the locksmith, Inspector. Security expert, you might call me, sir.”

“Security expert,” he sneered. “She looks more like an ‘unnatural practices’ charge to me.” The constables chuckled at his wit. “Of course we searched the — now see here, you –“

“If I might just have a closer look …” I pushed past him and began examining the desk. Now, being a locksmith, I know a hinge when I see one, thank God, even when it’s carved to look like part of an oak-leaf design. “Did you find this hidden compartment, Inspector?” I knocked on it, and it gave a distinctly hollow ring. Or maybe it was just my heart pounding.

“Hidden compartment?”

The Prince stepped forward. “There eez no heeden compartment. Why do you not take her away? Take both away,” he gestured dismissively at Annie and me.

“Inspector, if you’ll look closely here, you can see the hinge, and this must be the lock. It’s very well-joined, but you can just make out the edges of the panel here, following the bursa escort bayan swirl of this vine.”

“TAKE BOTH AWAY!” the Prince bellowed. Oh yes, I’d dealt with bullies like him before. He was just at that panicky point of realising his intimidation game wasn’t working anymore, that the victims were calling his bluff.

“Just a moment,” the inspector turned to the prince, “your Excellency.” This time, the title had a sarcastic twist. “Constable Reed, would you please pry this panel open with your penknife?”

“No! I forbeed. Eet eez a very costly escritoire, Louis Quinze. Wait.” He crumbled, “Very well, I weel open.” The Prince fished a tiny key from his pocket, inserted it in the eye of a carved bird, and the little door swung open. “Ah. The emeralds are here, after all. All eez well. You may go,” he gestured towards all of us, as though we were crumbs on his tablecloth.

Annie stood up, quaking. “You bastard. You fucking BASTARD! You were going to claim the insurance money, and pin it on me. You didn’t give a fuck if you put an innocent girl in prison for twenty years, did you?”

“Now, my gel,” the detective stepped in, “mind your tongue. The Prince has admitted his mistake, and it’s best we let the matter drop,” he turned again to the prince, “suspicious though the circumstances may be. Come along now.”

Annie was still trembling; I took her by the arm and helped her out the door. On our way back down to the servants’ hall, Mrs Crimmons swept up and briskly informed Annie that she was dismissed. “Your Language, Annie, was inexcusable under any Circumstance, let alone when shouted for all the House to hear, let alone when addressed to His Lordship’s Esteemed Guest, the Prince. I will not have a gel in my House who is acquainted with such Language.” She glared at me, “Not to mention the Moral Turpitude of the … persons you associate with.”

Annie and I looked at each other, our faces bright red, both of us about to explode in rage at our “betters.” But instead we both burst out laughing, holding each other tightly, cackling and hooting till our ribs ached and tears streamed down our faces. “Moral turpitude!” Annie howled, as Mrs Crimmons flounced off.

“Come on Annie, let’s pack up your things. You’re coming home with me.”

It took Annie but a few minutes to say her quick goodbyes to a couple of friends, pack her few belongings into a small trunk, and change into civilian clothes. Her frock was plain, and a bit too tight, but compared to that parlour-maid uniform, it looked divine on her — so soft and inviting, with her thick, wavy auburn hair down to her shoulders.

We took a cab back to my flat. She held my hands tightly during the short ride. Annie gushed a lot, about how brave I was to stand up to that Prince, and clever to find the emeralds. I just shrugged and told her I can’t abide bullies; and it was a lucky guess as to the compartment in the desk. Besides, she had been pretty brave herself.

Once we were arrived at my flat, I sat her down on the settee and put the kettle on. “Annie, you’ve had a nasty shock today, and we both need a nice cup of strong tea, before we … er … talk about anything serious.”

But when we’d both taken a few sips of our tea, Annie looked me levelly in the eye, and said, “Jo, I want you to hold me, please.” How could I say no to that? I moved in beside her on the settee, taking her in my arms, feeling the soft warmth of her big breasts against my own. She nestled her head against my neck, and began kissing me there. My heart was pounding, electrifying sensations were racing through my body, delighting and terrifying me.

“Annie, you know you can stop here as long as you want, without us … doing anything, don’t you? That’s not why I brought you back here.”

`She pulled away from me. “Oh.” She paused. “You fancy women … you just don’t fancy me, is that it?” She looked down. “Is it because I’m so fat?”

“No, Annie, you’re not understanding me. I do fancy you, ever so much: I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since I met you. I just didn’t want you to feel forced into anything with me.”

Her posture softened. “You really are too sweet and gentle to believe, Jo,” she laughed. “I’ve never met any girl like you before; but I know I want to be with you.”

“Annie, I’ve never … made love … to a woman before. I’m not sure I know what to do.”

“I’ve never either. For starters, let’s take your jacket off and you just hold me some more.” We sat together like that, without talking, just snuggling together, for several lovely minutes. “I can feel your heart,” she smiled. “Can you feel mine?” Coyly, she took my hand and guided it up to her left breast. When I began touching her breast, cupping and fondling it, that opened up our lust throttle several ticks, and soon I was kissing her on the lips, and her soft mouth opened to me, full-out snogging, as she ran her fingers through my short hair. (So this is kissing, I thought; so this is being in love: no wonder people write songs about it.) Then I felt her hand boldly travelling up the inside of my trouser-covered thigh.

“I think,” she panted, “we’re meant to take our clothes off at this point.”

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They let go of each other and sat up, finding their shirts and quickly going into the house and taking them off again on the way to the bathroom, snickering as they hung them on the top corner of the door, and got into the tub, looking at each other, and then they both raised their eyebrows questioningly. His sister said softly:

“Yeah, I want to, … want you to: ‘all over’.”

When Martha nodded slightly, she dropped to her knees, waiting expectantly, staring at Martha’s pussy, snorting as she saw her stream start and splash on her thighs. She glanced up at Martha and then back at her stream and leaned forward, holding her thighs, and put her face in it and then turned her mouth up to catch it, moving closer to its source as it started to die down, finally kissing Martha’s hair, who snorted and murmured:

“You’re just as raunchy as I am,” and sank down as his sister stood up, looking down at her with a nod and smile, and then closed her eyes for a moment as she spread her knees slightly, and then watched Martha do what she had done, smiling slightly with a snort, that moved her stream for a moment. And then Martha was kissing her, holding her hips, and then pressing down on them as she stood up again, snorting, herself, as she looked at her with a wry smile, and then turned and started adjusting the water as she snorted again and asked:

“Why do we want to do that, … like to do that?”

“I don’t know, but we do,” she replied as she closed the shower curtain.

Martha nodded and turned on the shower. And then were quickly washing each other again, snickering as they washed each other’s pussy – more than just washing them. And then they were drying themselves, looking at each other, in each other’s eyes, and at each other’s aroused breasts, smiling slightly, and then going to his bedroom without brushing their hair.

His sister let Martha precede her to the bed, watching her lie down and turn to her, waiting. They smiled at each other, and then she knelt down at the side of the bed and leaned over and found Martha’s breast with her mouth, sucking and licking her aroused nipple as she held her other breast, and Martha moved closer, holding her head to her with a sigh and murmured:

“You can’t do that to him. Well, … it’s a lot better, doing it to you.”

She nodded and then released her breast and replied as she moved towards Martha’s face:

“And to you,” and then they kissed, now better than before on the deck as she squeezed Martha’s breast, and Martha’s hand found hers as their tongues eagerly moved on each other. Martha’s other hand found his sister’s hand on her breast, holding it for a moment, and then sliding it down to her pussy, and she nodded as her fingers quickly slipped down between Martha’s thighs, that opened as her hips rolled up, letting her fingers slip between her lips and arouse her.

“Un-unnn!” Martha responded as her pelvis rocked up again as his sister sucked and caressed her tongue. Martha’s hand encouraged hers, and her other hand slid down from her breast and found her pussy, her finger sliding under the curve of her pussy and then holding it and pressing up, urging her to rise. She nodded slightly and did, their mouths separating as she followed the urging of the hand on her pussy, moving down over Martha, letting her hand guide her hips up towards Martha’s head as hers moved down Martha’s body as she raised a knee onto the bed and let Martha help support her as she drew her other one up, and Martha guided her hips over her head, her leg moving over her as her head moved down towards Martha’s now spread thighs, and her hand left her pussy as her mouth found Martha’s hair. Her hand slid around Martha’s hip as she rolled over her with her head on her thigh as her hand urged Martha to roll towards her, and she did, as each of them drew her thigh up under the other’s head, raising her other thigh, as they drew each other’s hips to them and buried their faces deep between the other’s thighs.

It was like before, in the morning, but even more direct this time as their fingers found their assholes and their tongues, their clitorises. But after this first intensive impulse, their tongues explored further, and when they both explored past the other’s opening, they both curled their hips up, and their tongues explored further, immediately replacing their fingers and moving on each other as they moaned and responded, and relaxed and let each other probe and then tightened with the same reflex, relaxing again as their tongues wanted to probe again, and then their hips rocked back, and their tongues slid back and found their other hole as their fingers returned to probe, and their tongues and fingers were probing, now deeper.

They let them, and then like in the morning, their tongues were moving, finding a common rhythm. Both of them chuckled slightly with a nod as they continued, not upsetting the pattern they had found, their tongues now moving in perfect unison, continuing on and on as they sighed and moaned softly, one and the other varying the pattern slightly, but then returning to it, and bursa escort their fingers were also moving gently in unison, and their moans became more aroused, but they still continued, not letting their arousal upset the controlled rhythm that their tongues were following.

Their thighs began to quiver, and their moans became sharper, but they still continued, even as they started to come, their faces all wet from each other as they continued, spurting with desperate sounding moans, that then subsided for a moment, but then resumed, sounding even more desperate as their thighs twitched and quivered as they continued and spurted again, their controlled pattern now lost as they buried their noses in each other’s wet cunt and sucked and nibbled and licked each other’s aroused clitoris with whimpering moans and quick gasps as their bodies jerked and their thighs clutched and quivered on each other’s head.

Finally, they relaxed, their bodies limp, just extending their upper thighs as they lay gasping with long moans. Slowly their breathing returned to normal, but they still lay there in silence for a minute two longer.

Martha slid her hand up from her hip and found her breast, and she did the same, their nipples all soft in each other’s palm. Then Martha removed her hand from her and found hers and drew it up to her face, and then murmured:

“I want to,” and with her eyes closed drew his sister’s finger to her mouth.

“You do?!” she asked softly, and Martha nodded.

“Did you do it with him?” she asked again, and Martha nodded again and slipped her finger into her mouth.

“Oh, …” and then she took Martha’s hand and drew it towards her, her eyes still closed as she drew towards her mouth and put her finger in it, and then murmuring again:

“Oh, … you did, … we did. We are raunchy.”

And then she put Martha’s hand back on her breast and found Martha’s again with hers. For a moment they fondled each other without arousing their nipples, and then his sister murmured:

“God, that was good! God, we do that good!!” Martha nodded and squeezed her breast as she continued:

“I was just wanting to do it to you, … like you did, but thank you, that you did. It was just so good!”

Martha nodded again and replied:

“I wanted to, again. Before was just for you, … like I said, … Hm-mmm! … an extra one, for you, … thank you! But I wanted to, … to do it again. … We both know how good that is, too.”

“It sure was! Even better than this morning. We really know how to do it good, together. That’s wonderful, knowing, feeling exactly what it was like, what I was doing, … just too good that way to stop.”

Martha nodded and agreed:

“Um-hmm, I didn’t want to either, wanted us to just keep on like that, it was so good, together, like that.”

“He can’t do that, … it can’t be like that with him. And we sure did! I didn’t think I would have come like that, … just doing that, but it was so arousing, trying to control it, trying not to give in to the urge to just try to make you come, thinking you were wanting to as much as I was, but then we did, and so good!”

“Um-hmm, … just like that, … that’s the way I was feeling, too, a little afraid that you would … give in to the urge. But you didn’t, … we didn’t.”

His sister nodded in response, and Martha continued after a moment:

“Yes, … raunchy. We don’t have to do that again, … but I just wanted to. … Funny? … But if I did, …?”

“Maybe … we’ll want to again?”

“Something like that …”

“Hm-hmm! … What did our mothers say?”

They both snickered and turned their faces down and looked at each other, smirking. Then they sat up, feeling how wet the bed was, and smirking again as his sister asked:

“Do you think he’ll be able to tell that we’ve been here, … smell us?”

“I don’t know, at least, if he can, I hope no one else can.”

They smirked again, and then Martha said:

“I think we deserve another beer now. We haven’t just been good, we’ve been better …”

” ‘Cause we’ve been so bad, … so good and bad.”

“Yeah, as you say, real good and bad, … and that much better. Oh, it was better!”

“It sure was! Who wants to be just good, when she knows how to be better?”

By now they had gotten up, and grinned at each other as they went to the kitchen, silently washing their hands together. They dried their hands and got two beers from the refrigerator and went to the living room.

“Books or puzzle?” his sister asked.

“Puzzle. I think I’ve had enough sun,” and she snickered and added:

“And Marjorie just did it … too, so I don’t think she’ll mind if I let her cool off.”

They both snickered and sat down at the table, opening their beers and skaaling each other, and then they returned to working on the puzzle. By now, it was beginning to take shape: the edges completed with some areas filled in, and groups of joined pieces waiting for a piece or two to connect them to the edge or another group. They made good progress, bursa escort bayan and by the time they had finished their beers, the picture was well filled in.

They leaned back on their chairs, looking at each other, taking in each other’s nakedness with their eyes, smiling a little as they both snorted slightly, and then again as they saw each other’s nipples stand out.

“What should I make for supper,” Martha asked.

“Something to use the ground meat, like Mother said. Can you really make meatloaf?”

“I did for your brother, using your mother’s ‘Joy of Cooking’. We thought it was pretty good.”

“Oh, that would be nice, and we could have the rest tomorrow, and if there is still some left over, the next day.”

“I’ll try, then.”

They smiled and got up and went to the kitchen. His sister helped Martha find the things she need, and she was pleased to find the package of ground meat was the same amount that she had used the week before. She peeled an onion and told her that she could start mixing the bread crumbs and eggs with the meat, while she chopped the onion, then adding it to bowl, telling her to stop mixing, and added salt and pepper from the pepper mill.

“More,” his sister suggested:

“… I like it spicy. Oh, and Mother adds some spice.”

“Oh, yes, that was in the recipe, too. Where are they?”

“In the cupboard over the stove. Oh, shouldn’t we have been heating up the oven?”

“Oh, yes, I forgot that.”

Martha turned the oven on and then looked at the spices:

“Allspice? Or oregano? I think it was allspice. That sounds like you can use it on anything.”

“Or everything. Try it, … and the oregano, too. I like it. Maybe it will be a little different, but that will be good, too.”

“Um-hmm, me too – like oregano. I don’t think we ever use it in Norway.”

She added the spices, and his sister dug her hands back into the bowl while Martha put away the spices and took the baking dish and started to grease it.

“Is this good enough,” his sister asked, starting to scrape the sticky mass off her hands.

“Um-hmm, looks good, put it in the form, and try to avoid bubbles, and press it down. Oh, you’ve probably seen your mother do it.”

His sister nodded and followed Martha’s instructions and then glanced at her.

“Um-hmm, that looks right. Oh, in the book, it said you could cover it with bacon strips. Do we have any?”

They both looked in the refrigerator and did find a packet of bacon, pleased with their success, and as Martha opened it and put strips on the meatloaf, she remarked:

“That was nice of Mother – you know, Jews and pork – but she knows I like it for breakfast.” “She tries to think kosher, but we really aren’t. That’s a nuisance. You’ve got to have two sets of everything – if you’re strictly orthodox – to avoid using the same stuff – pots and pans and plates – for meat and fish. At least, I think it’s for meat and fish. Oh, I guess we have enough – yeah, two sets of china – But Dad’s not so keen about it, and likes ham. His family isn’t orthodox at all.”

Martha just nodded with a smile and replied:

“A really orthodox family probably wouldn’t have an au pair from Norway, a Christian.”

“I guess not. … Does you family go to church? You know we don’t go to Temple every week.

“We don’t go every week, but more often than most families in Norway, maybe ’cause my mother’s father was a pastor … a minister. Hmm! In Norway, ‘ministers’ are in the government, in the cabinet, you know, like the Secretaries in Washington: … of State, of Defence, of … Justice.”

His sister nodded as Martha continued:

“We’re going to have to wait till the oven gets hot. Oh, …hmm! … two things. … But we – Mother – always says … grace before meals, and the first evening with your brother, no … the next day, Monday, when I had made dinner for us, I suddenly had the urge to do so. It was sort of formal, sitting in the dining room, and with candles, and he held my chair – that was nice – and I just felt like it belonged, like at home.”

“And did you? Or what happened?”

“Oh, I told him, and he thought it nice that I felt that way, and … well, I translated the little children’s grace I know, and he thought it was nice that I had. I like that he had wanted me to. … That was real nice. I really liked him for that. Oh, I already liked him …Hm-mmm! … having slept together – and so good – but that was different, liking him for something else.”

They both snorted and nodded with a smile.

“I like that, that … you really like him. … And the other? You said: ‘two things’?”

Martha snorted and chuckled with a grin and replied:

“That was more about the other way of liking him. We were waiting for the meatloaf to bake, in my bed,” and she snickered:

“… and … well, … I was going to do it to him, … and maybe him to me, but I had started, and wanted it to take a long time and wasn’t hurrying, and then we just sort of fell asleep.”

“Like that?! … You must escort bursa have done it whole lot, if that could happen!”

“Um-hmm, I guess so, but we decided that it was nice that we … that neither of us felt like we had to, that it was just nice to be together, that we could be like that and not have to. Of course, we did later.”

“Hmmm! I can imagine! But … yeah, … I guess that sort of … demonstrated that you like each other not just for …”

“Um-hmm, … ‘not just for … ‘.”

“Yeah. … No, … you should really like him, … but … that can help make you like him, … if he is that good to you.”

” ‘Making love’?” Martha suggested.

“Yeah, we talked about that. You, too? The expression says it.”

“Um-hmm, … pretty well. And you’re right, I guess for you too, … maybe not good, but not bad, if you think like that.”

“Hmm, thanks, I think so. I told him I that it was especially nice that my first time wasn’t with someone who just disappeared from my life.”

Martha nodded and suggested:

“Or you might want to forget, regretting that it happened like it might have.”

“Hadn’t thought of that, but you’re right, if were like that. It wasn’t!”

She smiled, and Martha smiled with a nod, then asking:

“When will the oven be hot?”

“Oh, I think a light goes on, … or goes off? Yeah, when it’s reached the temperature, the light goes off when the thermostat turns it off. Set the timer for ten minutes, and we can check Here, I’ll do it.”

She did, and they returned to the puzzle.

When it rang, they went back to the kitchen, and the light was off, and Martha put the meatloaf in the over and reset the timer, and then suggested that they should prepare the rest of the meal, finding potatoes and a cucumber, and they agreed that they didn’t need a green vegetable if Martha made a cucumber salad. When his sister wanted to peel the potatoes, Martha suggested that they could eat them with the peels, since they were smooth young potatoes, that she just needed to clean them under the tap with the brush. She did so, while Martha sliced the cucumber in a bowl and added a little oil and vinegar and sugar and salt and pepper, and then found dill among the herbs and added that and stirred up the salad, tasting it, and then adding more salt as his sister asked how long the potatoes needed, that she had put in a pan with water.

“I don’t know. Add salt to the water. Let’s wait and started them later.”

They went back to the puzzle for a while, and then Martha said that she would put the potatoes on, and went and did so. When she returned, they continued to work on the puzzle and almost finished it when the timer rang.

His sister set the table while Martha drained the potatoes and got the meatloaf and brought them to the table, and they both went back to the kitchen.

“Beer?” she asked Martha, and when she nodded, got two cans from the refrigerator as Martha took the salad to the table, calling back:

“And glasses,” so she got two and joined Martha.

“Looks good, … and smells good,” she remarked as they sat down and opened and poured their beers.

“Um-hmm,” Martha agreed with a pleased smile and started to cut into the meatloaf while she helped herself to potatoes and salad. Martha served her a slice of the meatloaf and then served herself. They said skaal to each other and ate, both agreeing that the meatloaf had turned out well, and his sister liked Martha’s cucumber salad, saying it was different from anything her mother made, and liked the potatoes in their skin, remarking that at home they were always peeled. They had a second helping and talked about what they wanted to do the next day, deciding that they should go to the beach – “tomorrow” – smirking a little at each other. His sister then smirked again and asked:

“And if we meet some boys? What will we do then?”

“You think we will? I don’t know. … Hmm?! … That depends on them.”

“Oh, just the two of us together, some will talk to us. … But maybe someone I know.”

“Anyone … special?”

“Oh, no, just someone who recognizes me, … from school or the City.”

“We’ll just have to wait and see,” Martha replied and took another bite.

“Um-hmm,” she agreed, and did so, herself, and then they were soon finished.

They cleaned up the kitchen and went back to the puzzle with what was left of their beers and soon completed it – and finished their beers.

The sun was starting to set, and they decided to go out on the deck, having to go back and get their shirts in the bathroom. As they put them on, Martha suggested that they could go down on the beach. She agreed, and Martha said:

“Then we’d better put something on underneath.” She nodded in agreement, and they went to their rooms, returning immediately with their bikini bottoms. Then they went out on the deck and down onto the beach, where there were still quite a few people strolling along at the water’s edge.

They joined them, walking towards the setting sun. Once, Martha waded out in the water and then returned, remarking that she had thought the water would be warmer and telling that in Norway, even though it is so far north, the water seemed less cold, from the Gulf Stream, she explained, and then they just walked along in silence.

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This story is intended to continue the “Massage Mat” series that began in the “Incest” category. This episode deals with Beth’s continuing emotional and sexual journey, but it can be read separately.

If you haven’t read chapters 1-3, the plot thus far is that Beth, a widow, and Jason, her son, have begun an incestuous romantic relationship that was consummated for the first time at the end of part three.

Incest fans: There isn’t any in this chapter but stay tuned…there is more of that to come, with some (hopefully fun) plot twists mixed in.

If you’re more interested in reading for sex scenes than for plot, there are two (hopefully hot) lesbian scenes in here, but there’s no way to get “Massage Mat” to continue without some character and plot development. Feel free to fast forward until you get to the good parts.

But if you’re interested in what happens to Beth, I hope you enjoy the journey!

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The weeks and months after Jason and I began our romantic relationship had been the happiest of my life. Even my friends and co-workers noticed the change in me.

“My God, Beth,” exclaimed Lori one day, “you are like a giddy teenager. Do you have a secret lover or something?”

“Dozens,” I replied, laughing. Then I made a serious face, “Yeah. I wish. Actually, I’m living a life of celibacy,” I lied. “I just feel really good lately.”

Of course in reality Jason and I had been fucking ourselves senseless. He’d never had sex before our first time, and I had been starved for half a decade, so we went at it constantly. I wondered what would happen to us once the novelty of the intense sex began to lose its charm. Well, I thought, that wasn’t going to be an immediate problem. There was no sign that we’d be letting up anytime soon.

I also thought a lot about how this would affect Jason’s life. I didn’t want our…our what? Affair? God, that word made my skin crawl. I didn’t want our…relationship…to damage his chances for a happy future.

I realized that I was thinking more like a mother again, and mentally thanked Jason for helping me to regain the strength that I had lost. I knew that I would never let anything or anyone—including me—damage his future happiness.

That resolution was put to the test a few nights later when Jason announced that he wanted me to meet someone after his hockey game. As usual, he played really well, and when he came out of the locker room, his coach came with him along with another, older man.

Jason’s coach introduced the distinguished-looking older man to me. “Beth, this is the head coach of the University of _____________, hockey team. Right now, they’re ranked number three in the nation and are one of the favorites to win the national championship. Coach D’Amico, this is Mrs. Miller.” The older coach got straight to the point.

“Mrs. Miller, I have a very busy schedule, but I took the time to fly out here to watch Jason play in person,” the coach began, “Our scouts have been driving me crazy for months saying how great they think he is. Between you and me, I just came up here to get a little peace and quiet,” he joked. We all laughed. He was a very personable guy. Then he turned serious and looked directly at me as he continued.

“Your son is truly a very talented hockey player. He’s pretty rough around the edges, but has great skills and vision on the ice. He’s also got the things that can’t be taught—an instinctive feel for the game and amazing leadership qualities. I think he can contribute a great deal to our program, and I believe we can develop him to the point that he’d have a legitimate chance to play in the National Hockey League.

“Don’t get me wrong—I don’t think he’s a future Sidney Crosby—but he has the potential for a solid career for a number of years if things work out. We’ve therefore decided to offer Jason a scholarship. I believe it’s a great opportunity for him, and I hope that you will both give it serious consideration.” Then he turned to Jason.

“Son, I know you’ve been talking with my assistant coaches every couple of days. I want you to continue to do that. Let us know what you’re thinking and if you have any questions. We want to make this work for you, and we need your help to make it work. Will you help us on that?” Jason nodded, looking a little dazed. “Ok son, I’m going to hold you to your word,” the coach added looking Jason squarely in the eyes. I could tell why he was so successful—he was an incredible leader and motivator—Jason looked ready to take on the world for this guy.

And that was that. Jason was going away to become a hockey player, and I was going to do whatever it took to help make his dream come true—even though it would take the great love of my life away from me for a time.

At first, Jason wanted to turn down the scholarship to stay with me. I was thrilled, but after a sleepless night, I knew what I had to do. We had a long talk, and I helped him to see that our future together would be brighter if he took bursa escort this opportunity—and that he would never be happy if he didn’t. I loved him so much that I would have given my life for him in an instant. Four years apart to establish a firm basis for our life together was a small sacrifice by compairison.

I also made another decision. I wanted Jason to date girls his own age while he was away. I knew that he needed to experience more of life and love if we were ever to have a normal relationship. I didn’t want to go through life as the “mom” to my man. I needed him to be a man: a strong, sure, confident leader to whom I could submit—and who I would support with every fiber of my being.

And that could only happen if Jason left the nest, conquered his own world and returned to me. I knew it was a risk, but I was willing to take it. I wanted him more than I had wanted anything in my life, and I would do anything necessary to make this relationship work for the long haul.

As wonderful as it felt to make these noble sacrifices for our future happiness, helping Jason move away to college was the hardest thing I had ever done. After losing Dan, I felt like I was having another piece of my heart torn out. When it came time for me to head back home alone, we both sobbed in each other’s arms. Only the fact that I’d return for a visit in a month made the parting bearable at all.

When I got back to town, I couldn’t face going home to an empty bed. I phoned Lori.

“Hey, can I come over for a minute?” I asked.

“Of course, Beth,” she replied, “You know you’re welcome anytime.”

As soon as Lori opened the door, a look of concern crossed her face.

“Oh my God, Beth,” she said, giving me a hug, ” what is the matter?”

Of course, I couldn’t tell her the real problem—that I was devastated because my son wasn’t around to fuck me four times a day. I did, though, manage to come close to the truth.

“Lori, I just moved Jason up to school and I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel so lonely and….and… There is just a big hole in my life right now,” I said, beginning to cry.

Lori reached out and hugged me. “You’re so tense,” she exclaimed, “Your whole body seems like it’s going to explode.” Like only a true friend could, Lori comforted me and made me feel better. When I left, she made me promise to have dinner with her and John the next night.

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“That was a great dinner, and the company was even better,” I said with real gratitude. “I know you guys didn’t have to include me on your date night, but I’m so glad you did.”

“Beth, it was really fun to have you with us. We always enjoy spending time with you,” John said warmly. Then he turned to his wife.

“Honey, did you bring…the surprise?” he asked.

“Of course, babe.” Lori answered, smiling. Then she reached into her purse and handed me an envelope.

“Open it,” they said, giggling. I did, and pulled out a card.

“This Gift Certificate is Good for One Massage,” it read, “at Magic Hands Massage Studio.” I looked at John and Lori with a puzzled expression.

“Lori swears by this gal,” John said. “Her name is Angie, and she apparently is a massage genius. I don’t think her massages are so amazing, but they’re good.”

“That’s because you’re a man,” teased Lori, “You don’t appreciate Angie’s talents.”

John harrumphed. “Whatever. Anyway, Beth is a woman, so I’m sure she will. Enjoy the massage, Beth.”

“You ARE going to love the massage,” Lori assured me. “You’ll feel like a new woman. We decided that you needed a little pampering and relaxation, and this was my idea. I really hope you like it.”

“Guys, this is so sweet,” I said, “I don’t deserve it, but…well, thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” said John. “Sometimes it’s fun to do something nice for a wonderful gal who could use a little TLC.”

I got up and hugged him. “You’re the best,” I said. I turned to Lori.

“You’re a really lucky woman,” I assured her.

“Yeah. I know. I’m really lucky,” she said taking John’s hand and kissing it. “There’s just one thing though, Beth,” she said suddenly.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Give me a call when you schedule your appointment with Angie,” she requested, “I’d just like to know when you’re going.” I assured her that I would, wondering why she cared so much about that.

The next morning I called the number on the card.

“Thanks for calling Magic Hands Massage,” a cheery voice answered.

“Hi. I just got a gift certificate for a massage, and I was wondering how I can use it,” I began. There was a pause.

“Oh. Ok. You must be Beth. I’m Angie,” the voice continued.

“How did you know who I was?” I asked.

“Well, this is not exactly a huge operation,” giggled Angie. “Actually, it’s a one-woman show. Me. So when Lori asked me about gift certificates, I first had to make one…and then she told me about you. It’s nice to meet you—telephonically at least,” escort bursa she giggled again. I decided that I liked Angie already. “We just need to find a time and you come in and get a massage. That’s all there is to it.”

“Ok,” I answered. “How long a massage is the gift for?” I asked.

“It’s for one massage,” said Angie firmly. “I don’t put time limits on them, because it just varies—sometimes someone needs more attention, sometimes it’s more like a touch-up. Almost all of my clients are regulars, so it probably averages out to about an hour and a half per massage I guess. I’m just not a clock-watcher.”

I thought for a minute. “Well, Thursday or Friday of this week could work for me if it were later in the afternoon,” I suggested. I heard a mouse clicking. Then a pause.

“C’mon you fucking thing,” I heard Angie mutter. I decided that I really liked Angie. Then she came back on the line. “Either day is open after 4:30, but how about if we do Friday?” she suggested. “That would be a better way to end your week.”

I smiled and checked the address on the card. I didn’t recognize it. “Ok. Friday it is,” I replied. “Where are you located? I don’t recognize your address.”

“Take Route 57 South,” Angie replied. “Just past the city limit, you’ll see Rodgers Rd. on your left. Turn left and look for the big yellow farmhouse on your left about ½ mile down the road. If you get to the hog farm, you went too far.”

“Ok. That will take me about 20 minutes from work and I get off at 5:00. Would 5:30 be ok?” I asked.

“Perfect,” she replied. “See you Friday at 5:30.”

The next few days were uneventful, except for some lovely conversations with Jason. He had had several good practices in a row, and the coach told him that he might dress for some home games when the season started. He was really excited about that, and it made me feel good to know that he was doing well and was happy.

“I just miss you so much, mom,” he said right before we said goodnight, “Everything would be perfect if you were here.”

“Only one month, kiddo,” I told him, “Hang in there, and we’ll have a reunion for the ages.”

“I really need you…Beth,” he said tenderly. I knew exactly what he had in mind.

“The feeling is mutual. I am going berserk without you,” I assured him, “Now sleep well and dream about me.”

On Friday afternoon at work, time seemed to have stopped. I was really looking forward to getting a massage and starting my weekend—and 5:00 seemed to never want to arrive. Finally I was able to leave. I zipped to my car and headed off for my Magic Hands massage.

On the way, I realized that I had never phoned Lori. I got my phone and hit her speed dial number.

“Hey Beth. What’s up?” Lori’s voice came over the phone.

“Well, I’m on my way to Angie’s for my massage,” I replied.

“You lucky, lucky girl. You are really going to enjoy it,” she assured me again. “I just have one piece of advice for you.”

“Yes?” I asked.

“Move the towel,” Lori said simply.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, mystified.

“You’ll understand when the time comes. Just do it. Promise me that you’ll do it,” she demanded.

“Huh? Ok. I promise to move towels,” I replied without much feeling.

“Not towels. Just one. Just move THE towel,” said Lori. Then she hung up suddenly.

I was still wondering what the hell that was about when I pulled into Angie’s curving driveway. The farmhouse was impossible to miss—it was neon yellow with electric blue trim. There was a stream running next to it, and several nice flower gardens landscaped the grounds. A small sign by the front steps identified the place as the home of “Magic Hands Massage Therapy.” I climbed the stairs to the porch and read the sign on the door.

“Welcome, weary traveler,” it read, “Knock and enter.” I followed the instructions and pushed the door open gently.

“Hello?” I inquired.

“Hello to you,” came the reply. A tomboyish young woman bounced up to greet me, “I’m Angie.” She looked young, but her deep blue eyes were unusual—like the eyes of a very old and wise teacher, I thought. My first thought was that she was in her 20s, but then I thought that maybe she could be 40. I finally decided that I had no idea how old she was, and really didn’t care. I just liked her.

Her short, blonde hair was cut in a very boyish style and she wore jeans, a faded t-shirt that said “Harvard Law,” and bright red sneakers. I couldn’t help but smile at her—she seemed to be a ball of sunshine.

“C’mon back and I’ll get you set up,” she said casually, and we headed down the hall. She opened a door and we entered the most beautiful room I have ever been in.

One wall was all windows, offering a panoramic view of wildflower-covered hills rising into the distance. The other walls were painted a rich, deep blue and there were beautiful Oriental rugs on the well-used wood floor. Recessed lights bathed the room in a soft glow. A tabletop waterfall trickled bursa escort bayan in the background, and Zen massage music was playing softly. The air was suffused with a wonderful scent. Truly this was a refuge for the senses. I felt tension melting out of my body as I stood there.

“Yes. This is a beautiful space,” Angie said, answering my thoughts. Her whole demeanor had changed. The whimsical young girl had given way to a…a being…who radiated serenity. I could not believe that it was the same person, yet the tomboy with the mop of blonde hair and red sneakers was still there before me.

“I am truly blessed in many ways. It gives me great joy to share my blessings and to give joy and pleasure to others,” she continued. She rested her hand lightly on my arm.

“Welcome, Beth. I am honored to have you join me today.” Her hand lightly touched my heart and she bowed her head. Then she touched my cheek, finally resting her hand on her heart and bowing deeply.

“Please have a seat on the table and make yourself comfortable.” It was an invitation but…I felt that it was a command too. I sat before I could think.

“Have you had massages before?” she asked.

“Yes, many times,” I answered, ” and I absolutely adore them. I just haven’t found the time to get one recently.”

“It is often difficult to find time to care for ourselves,” she observed, “Nonetheless, this is your time, Beth. It is your time to seek serenity and clarity,” she said softly but with deep feeling. “I will step out and you can undress and get on the table and under the covers. We’ll begin face up, please.”

A few minutes later I was nestled, nude under soft blankets. A soft tap on the door announced Angie’s arrival. She ran her hands over the covers, feeling the contours of my body beneath them. Her eyes gazed deeply into mine. Then she closed her eyes and concentrated deeply.

“I think we should begin with some aromatherapy,” she finally said in a low voice, “I recommend lavender to release your stress.” She went to her table and took a few drops of something onto her hands, then rubbed them together briskly before holding them just over my face. “Breathe deeply and slowly. Ah…that’s it…excellent…”

The scent of the lavender relaxed me further and I felt my body melting into the covers. Angie disappeared briefly then her hands began massaging my earlobes, face and neck before moving to my shoulders…

“Beth. Beth…you can turn over now,” I heard Angie’s sweet voice whispering into my ear. Her hand rested comfortingly on my chest. I smiled drowsily.

“I think dozed off,” I muttered, blinking. I tried to turn over, but nothing moved. A second attempt yielded a slight movement of my right leg and an futile attempt to raise myself with my arms. The third try was more successful and I unceremoniously flopped onto my stomach. “Ergh. That’s better,” I grunted as Angie lowered the covers, positioned a pillow under my legs, and covered my backside with a towel.

She began to massage my back, using an incredible variety of strokes and pressures, and my muscles relaxed deeply. After doing my arms, she returned to my back, this time using lighter, longer strokes and moving downward.

“Beth, I think you would benefit from having some having some work done on your glutes along with your legs. Would you be comfortable with that?” she asked softly. It was a simple request, almost impossible to refuse.

“Mmmm. Of course, Angie,” I replied dreamily. She immediately began to work my buttocks, first through the towel then moving under it. Finally, she released every bit of tension in my legs and feet. Again, she returned to long, soft strokes, this time up and down my legs and then returning to my buttocks. She had no way of knowing, of course, that massaging my ass was a sure-fire way to get me aroused, and her ministrations began to have exactly that effect, especially when she moved to the inner parts of my thighs. I felt myself begin to drift away from reality…

“Beth? Are you awake?” Again Angie’s soft voice roused me from another world.

“Mmmm. Mostly,” was all I could reply.

“I’m afraid I have to ask you to turn over again,” Angie whispered, “the backside is done.” This time I was so limp that I required Angie’s help, but we finally got me on my back again. Angie got a midnight blue towel and covered my hips but left me uncovered otherwise.

It was twilight and the sky was a deep blue color. In the distance, the hills sparkled with points of light from the houses situated on them. Already, a multitude of stars were visible—it was as though Van Gogh’s “Starry Night” had come to life. The room had become dark and Angie was now just a dimly-lit shadow as she moved.

She began with my legs, moving upward and I was soon back in my enchanted place of relaxation. She moved up to my neck and shoulders and I could only marvel at how loose and open I felt there compared to when she had started. Finally, she massaged my belly lightly and moved her hands up to my breasts, just giving them a very light massage. Her touch was intoxicating. Again, I heard her beautiful voice.

“Beth?” she whispered. I opened my eyes. Her face was close to mine and I could see into her eyes.

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Peggy Oxenberg paid no attention to the wide-open spaces far below California Air Express’ Las Vegas Shuttle as it made a wide banking turn that gave the passengers on her side of the aircraft a breathtaking view. With almost as many hours in the air as the pilot at the controls, the former flight attendant had seen it too many times before to be impressed.

Instead, the forty-six year old vice-president of in-flight operations concentrated on the paperwork she had brought with her to wrap up before she could enjoy her long overdue vacation. It was only two hundred and fifty miles separating Los Angeles, where she was now based at the airline’s home office, and Las Vegas, but experience told her that it would still be almost another half hour before they landed. There were always a lot of flights into Vegas on a Friday afternoon and it was normal for them to get backed up over the desert.

The light was already on for passengers to return to their seats and strap themselves in, but the short haired brunette rarely paid attention to such things. After all, since technically, she was the person responsible for all of the attendants on the plane, none of them were about to tell her she couldn’t head back to the bathroom when she wanted to.

Coming back up the aisle, Peggy made it a point to mention to the senior attendant onboard how impressed she was with the way his crew went about their jobs. It didn’t hurt to let the troops know you paid attention. Truth be told, Peggy sometimes missed the days when she traveled around the country doing the same job as the younger man she was chatting with. There was a sense of freedom about sometimes being in two or three different cities a week and living a carefree life. But nothing lasts forever, she reminded herself once again.

Halfway back to her seat, Peggy had to wait as a passenger got up to put something in the overhead compartment. Standing there, she made eye contact with a rather cute blonde haired woman in the seat next to the woman who had gotten up. With a slim build and long blonde hair below her shoulders, she looked to be in her mid-twenties. Bright blue eyes met Peggy’s emerald green’s for a moment and she returned the older woman’s smile. Then the moment passed and the young lady turned her attention back to the book she’d been reading.

That was another thing she missed from those not so long ago days, Peggy mused as the woman in the aisle sat down and she was able to continue on to her seat. Back then; she could get a lot more than a smile from a pretty woman like that. Not to say Peggy lacked for company when she wanted it nowadays, but with all the changes in her life, the more adventurous aspects of it were just memories now.

By the time she sat down and buckled her seat belt, Peggy realized that there was something more about the blonde bothering her than just a reminder of glory days. The woman seemed familiar somehow, but she couldn’t place her. She’d literally encountered thousands of women in her professional life, but only a few had ever made any lasting impressions. And if she’d known a woman like that on a personal level, she was sure she would’ve remembered.

“Must be my imagination,” Peggy told herself as she packed away the last of her papers in her attache case. “Another sign I’m getting older.” she silently laughed.

Yet, ten minutes later, the question was still bothering her. So much so that she got back up from her seat and went back to the attendant’s station where the senior attendant was wrapping things up as well.

“Is there a problem?” Mike Boone asked when he looked up and saw her standing there.

“No, not at all,” Peggy assured him, “I’d just like to take a look at your passenger manifest for a moment, if you don’t mind?”

Mike hesitated for a few seconds, for which Peggy gave him credit. That wasn’t the sort of thing you normally shared with the passengers. Then again, she wasn’t exactly a passenger either, he justified as he took the list out of the drawer and handed it to her.

It only took a second for Peggy to run her finger down the seating chart and find the name, Samatha Owens. A name that drew a total blank to her. Chalking it all up to the imagination it probably was, she thanked Mike and handed it back to him. On the way back to her seat, she made it a point to walk up the other aisle. Taking a last look at Ms. Owens as she passed her row, Peggy still felt like she knew her from somewhere.

“That just shows me that I’m working too hard and I haven’t gotten laid in far too long,” Peggy grinned as she strapped herself in for the last time. Hopefully, the weekend in Las Vegas would take care of both problems.

-=-=-=-

One great advantage to being a VIP of sorts on the twice daily flight, was that Peggy was off the plane before just about anyone else, and her luggage was waiting for her by the time she got to the terminal. Along with a cab that got her to her hotel while others were still waiting for their suitcases. By the time bursa escort any of them reached their hotel check ins, Peggy had already unpacked, changed into a comfortable, sleeveless black blouse and a cream colored skirt, and was heading for the casino to try her luck.

“There has to be some mistake,” Peggy heard a woman’s voice say as she crossed the lobby.

She automatically turned in the direction it had come from. In this case, the front desk she had checked in at a short time before. Normally, she would’ve just continued on her way, but Peggy found herself stopping in her tracks when she saw that the voice belonged to the woman from the plane.

Curious, and in no real hurry to lose her money at the blackjack table, Peggy moved a little closer to see what was going on. She walked up to the small display of pamphlets on the far end of the counter, picking one up about helicopter tours and pretended to read it.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am, but I’ve checked it twice,” the white haired desk clerk, whose name tag read George, said as he looked away from his computer screen. “We don’t have any reservation for a Samantha Owens.”

“But I know the girl who does our company’s travel arrangements made the reservation,” Samantha insisted. “It has to be there.”

The clerk gave a shrug of his shoulders, as if he believed that the woman was just another person who’d shown up without a reservation and was trying to bully her way into a room. He’d seen it too many times to give it credence, but he went through the motions and checked a third time, with the same results.

“Wait a second,” Samantha said before he could move on to the guest who was waiting behind her to check in, “check under Thomas, Samantha Thomas, they might have put it under there.”

The blond haired businesswoman remembered at the last minute that she’d recently informed the personnel director that she planned to go back to using her maiden name now that her divorce was final. That might be the reason for the mix-up.

“Sorry, no Thomas either,” the exasperated clerk said as he now insisted that Samantha step aside and let those with valid reservations check in.

“Oh my God!” Peggy gasped as the memory she had been trying to earlier recall suddenly became crystal clear.

The name might not have hit home with the hotel clerk, but it certainly did with Peggy. The girl had only been nineteen when she’d met her for a brief moment some five years before, but she’d made a quite lasting impression.

It had been on Flight 109, the redeye out of Newark to Los Angeles, and now that she’d made the mental connection, Peggy remembered it like it was yesterday. Samantha had been one of the two women who’d had an in-flight sexual encounter in the bathroom while most of the other passengers dozed their way cross-country.

One of the reasons Peggy remembered the incident so clearly was, aside from having been incredibly turned on by them as she listened outside the door, the then senior flight attendant had given her card to the older of the two, Barbara Logan, as she disembarked. On the back of the card had been her number and an invitation to dinner. An invitation that the New York based lawyer had taken her up on.

Much more satisfying activities had followed dinner, to be repeated two more times while both of them were in Los Angeles. They had never crossed paths again, but the memory of that weekend had remained in her mind. How amazing it was, Peggy thought as she put the flyer back in the cardboard holder, to run into the other half of that daring duo after all this time.

“Excuse me,” the older brunette said as she stepped up to the center of the countertop, ignoring the people that had been waiting behind Samantha. “Is there a problem?”

Normally, the man behind the desk would’ve been further annoyed, but he immediately recognized Peggy as being an official with an airline that put up its crews at the hotel, even keeping a room all the time for emergencies. Ignoring the man behind Samantha who was trying to hand him his reservation confirmation, the clerk gave Peggy his undivided attention.

He quickly outlined the girl’s problem, and insisted that while he was of course sympathetic, there really wasn’t much he could do. It was Friday, after all, and the hotel was fully booked as it was. Perhaps the young lady could try one of the lesser-known establishments?

“I think that maybe you just aren’t looking in the right places,” Peggy suggested, along with the thought that maybe if he couldn’t find this young woman a room, which obviously someone on the hotel staff had misplaced the reservation for, then perhaps the manager might be able to find one.”

“No Ma’am,” I’m sure that there won’t be any need to involve him in this,” came his quick reply after Peggy voiced her thoughts.

Peggy let him squirm for a minute or two, using the time he checked the list of rooms again to fully take in the younger woman who now looked at her with a sense of deliverance. bursa ucuz escort

“You were on the plane.” she said as she recognized Peggy.

“Yes I was,” she smiled back before turning again to the clerk, the look on her face now saying she expected an answer.

“Ma’am, I have looked at every room we have in this place,” George said in frustration, “and we don’t even have a utility closet that we could put a cot in.”

Peggy hadn’t really expected any different answer, although she didn’t appreciate the crude imagery he used to emphasize the point. She had merely been using the time to come up with an alternative of her own.

“Does that include the rooms that were reserved for the California Air crews?” Peggy asked.

“Yes it does,” he replied. “All six rooms are being used.”

“Being used, or filled up?” Peggy asked, already knowing the answer.

“Well,” George said, his tone reflecting the fact that he’d not taken that into consideration. “Both you and Mr. Boone have rooms to yourself, as do Captain McCarthy and Mr. Wilson. The others are all doubled up.”

All three of the men he mentioned had private rooms based on their seniority. Technically, as a vice-president, Peggy could move them around if she wished. McCarthy and Wilson were pilots and it wasn’t a good idea to play with their prerogatives. The fly boys were often touchy about things like that. Mike Boone, on the other hand, was in her chain of command and she was sure he wouldn’t mind being put in the position where she owed him a favor.

“Well, why don’t we do this,” Peggy suggested, “have one of the bellhops move my things into Mr. Boone’s room, then this young lady can have mine.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t,” Samantha immediately interjected.

“Hush,” Peggy said to her as she held up her index finger for emphasis.

George looked at Peggy for a moment, considering what his own manager would make of it all. Not that he wanted to call and get his opinion. He also wondered why the airline official was so willing to share a room with a male subordinate.

As he called for one of the bellhops, George came up with two possible explanations. One, that the older woman had something going on with the quite attractive young man he remembered from other visits to the hotel. Or, that the young man was a little too attractive and had no interest in women at all, making it perfectly safe for her to share a room.

Had she been able to read his mind, Peggy could’ve assured George that neither was the case. The last man she had been intimate with was three decades in the past, back in high school. As for Mike Boone not being interested in women, one of the reasons he liked being a flight attendant was that it allowed him to keep the large number of women he was involved with far apart from each other. His story was the modern equivalent of the old girl in every port.

It also now occurred to Peggy that Mike being Mike, and this being Vegas, he undoubtedly already had something, or someone, lined up for this evening. If that was the case, then Mr. Boone was about to learn that sometimes, one had to make sacrifices, no matter how much they hurt. It was a lesson Peggy had learned herself over the years.

“Please, Miss …” Samantha started to say, then realized that she didn’t even know the name of the woman who had come to her aid.

“Peggy, Peggy Oxenberg,” she offered, pausing a breath to see if there was any recognition. A foolish thought really, since they had never actually been introduced.

“Miss Oxenberg, I really can’t take your room,” Samantha said, her voice reflecting the gratitude of the offer, “as much as I need someplace to stay. If you really want to be that generous, let me share it, and pay half the cost.”

“The room is already paid for,” Peggy said. “I work for the airline.”

“Then let me show my appreciation in another way,” Samantha offered.

Peggy had to bite her tongue to keep from saying the first thing that popped into her head. The mental image was bad enough to evoke a physical reaction between her legs.

“Why don’t I take you out to dinner?” the blonde went on. “I don’t know about you, but that snack they served on the plane really wasn’t worth what we paid for it.”

“You do remember that I just said that I work for that airline.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“That’s okay, I thought it was somewhat lacking as well,” Peggy grinned.

Samantha smiled back with relief.

“Okay, this is what we are going to do,” Peggy said as she now included George once again in the conversation. “This young lady and I are going out to dinner, assuming of course the hotel restaurant doesn’t have a problem seating us as well.”

“No Ma’am,” George insisted, “I’ll call ahead personally.”

“Good,” Peggy said. “As I was saying, while we go out to dinner, you can have your bellman here move her luggage up to my room. We’ll wait until we get back bursa elit escort from dinner until we decide anything else, but I’d like you to explain what’s going on to Mr. Boone when he checks in. So that if I do need the spare bed in his room, he can adjust his schedule accordingly. Is that simple enough?”

George quickly agreed, and was more than relieved when the two women set off in the direction of the restaurant, leaving him to finally take care of the small backlog that had formed behind them. Thankfully, few of the other guests seemed too put off by the delay. In fact, some had found his obvious distress somewhat entertaining.

-=-=-=-

As busy as the hotel obviously was, they didn’t really need the desk clerk’s call to be assured a table. Many of the guests, at least those not practically living in the casinos, preferred the low cost buffets to a sit down dinner. Knowing this, Peggy suggested that Samantha follow her bags up to the room and take the time to shower and change into something more comfortable. Which in this case turned out to be an outfit much like Peggy’s, only in red and white.

The call had been enough, however, to point out Peggy as someone the hotel management wanted to keep happy. With that in mind, they were met at the restaurant entranceway a half hour later by the hostess. She quickly showed them to one of the more preferred tables, away from the noise of both the kitchen and the casino. The long haired brunette assured them that their waitress would be along in a few moments.

“This is really very nice,” Samantha said as she looked around the half filled room.

“Aside from the self important nincompoop at the desk, this is really a good place to stay.” Peggy replied.

“I really did have a reservation,” the younger blonde said, feeling a little defensive.

“I never doubted that you did,” Peggy smiled back, putting to rest any thought to the contrary.

“My, look at all these choices,” Samantha said as she opened one of the menus the hostess had left. “Everything looks so good.”

“Might I make a suggestion?”

“Of course.”

“The veal scaloppini here is so good that it almost melts in your mouth,” Peggy said. “That is if you like veal.” she added, realizing that for all she knew, Samantha could just as well be a vegetarian.

“That sounds excellent,” Samantha said as she closed the menu and laid it flat on the table.

Peggy followed suit, deciding she would have that as well. She was about to ask Samantha what brought her to Las Vegas when they were interrupted by the appearance of their waitress. On her tray, she was carrying two glasses of wine.

“Compliments of the house,” she said as she laid them out on the table.

“That was nice of them,” Samantha said.

“It’s nice to see you back, Miss Oxenberg,” the twenty-something waitress said as she slid the now empty tray under her arm and took out her order pad.

The use of her name caused Peggy to look up and see the woman. not just the uniform. Normally, that wasn’t something she was guilty of, but she had been giving Samantha her full attention.

“Oh hi, Bridgett,” Peggy said to the buxom blonde once she recognized her. “It’s nice to see you again. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it was you at first. I guess I was a little preoccupied.”

“That’s okay, I understand.” the waitress replied with a knowing smile as she glanced in Samantha’s direction.

Whereas many people in her profession usually remembered you by the amount you tipped, Peggy knew from the look Bridgett gave Samantha that she also recalled her by the number of times the older woman had dined here with various women across from her. While women weren’t her partners of preference, it was obvious to Bridgett that they were Peggy’s. Once she had realized that, the blonde made it known as nicely as she could, it wasn’t the way she liked to play. She didn’t have any reason to think Peggy might be interested in her, but some things were best said out front she always thought.

“This is Samantha Owens,” Peggy said as she introduced her dining companion. “We sort of met on the plane ride here and I was helping her sort out a problem with her reservation.”

It was important for Peggy that Bridgett not automatically conclude that Samantha fell into the same category as the other women she had seen her with. It would be wrong, she thought, to make assumptions based on a single incident so many years before.

“You’re the two that gave George such a hard time at the front desk,” Bridgett said with an appreciative grin, proving once again that nothing travels faster than gossip. “It couldn’t have happened to a nicer asshole,” she added in a lower voice. “It’s amazing that they didn’t fire him a long time ago.”

She quickly took their orders, promising to make sure the chef gave them special attention. Peggy took a taste of the wine, after which Samantha did the same.

“By the way, it’s Thomas, not Owens,” she said as she put down the glass. “I guess I have to get used to that again.”

“Bad divorce?” Peggy asked.

“Is there a good kind?” Samantha asked in turn.

“I guess not,” Peggy replied, even though she knew of a few instances where divorce was the best course of action for everyone concerned.

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When I lost my job at the bank, I wasn’t too worried. I assumed something else would come up soon. I called around, searched the want ads, and surfed the net. It seemed as though nothing was available, at least not for someone with my limited experience. A month went by, then two – my savings were running out quickly, as the rent on my Chicago apartment was astronomical.

One bleak afternoon, after another unsuccessful day of job-hunting, I got a phone call from my mother. She knew about my situation, and I could tell she was trying to refrain from saying “I told you so.” She’d thought I was crazy to move to the big city. At any rate, she told me the high school in my old hometown had a job opening. Not a high paying position, at all – but it was something. And best of all, there was a nice little apartment available in Miss Satcher’s building that I could get for a song. I did remember Miss Satcher, didn’t I?

I thought back to my high school days. I had been a timid girl, smart but terribly shy. Miss Satcher was the only teacher who seemed to understand me. My day was spent looking forward to her art class, or wishing I was still in it. She would let me sit alone in the corner, drawing or painting with watercolors. She didn’t force me to join groups and make presentations like the other teachers did. Often she’d tiptoe up behind me, to catch a peek at my work. I remembered the way I would first become aware of her presence – by the warmth of her body. I’d feel her gentle breathing on my neck, a stray lock of hair brushing against my cheek. I secretly reveled in those moments when Miss Satcher was so close. She was late twenties or early thirties, with a gentle round figure. She may not have caught the eye of the men, but her smile sent sensations reeling through me that I didn’t know how to explain. Before leaving my small Indiana town, I’d never heard of women being attracted to other women. All I knew back then was that I lived for those moments of closeness.

My mother’s phone call set me to thinking. I was desperate for money, and to be honest, the city just wasn’t my cup of tea. I longed for the quiet tree lined streets of my younger days. The next day, after I had nearly depleted my bank account with yet another rent payment, I decided to call up the principal at my old high school. Just to see what the job would entail. He was happy to hear from me.

“Did your mother tell you about the position? She mentioned you were looking, and I knew you’d be perfect for it,” he explained. “It’s a straight clerical job, lots of paperwork, requires someone who can work well alone. I know you’re efficient, and responsible. I’d be willing to hire you immediately!”

I was taken aback, but I guess he remembered my fairly good grades. He didn’t come right out and say so, but I figured my anti-social behavior in high school had helped convince him I was suitable for the job. He named a salary, and I almost balked at the figure. It wasn’t even half what I had made at the bank – but I knew that it would cover the rent I’d have to pay with plenty left over. It seemed I had no choice. I told Mr. Barrett I’d take bursa escort bayan it, and that I’d be available to start in two weeks.

The two weeks flew by. Closing up loose ends in Chicago went so smoothly, I was beginning to think this move was ordained. I couldn’t believe how quickly I found myself back in my old hometown, starting to settle in. The apartment lease was signed on Friday, I moved in over the weekend, and I started my new job the next Monday.

Mr. Barrett welcomed me that morning, and had me train with one of the secretaries. The work seemed like it would be easy for me – just processing lots of paperwork. Soon, it was lunchtime, and the secretary said a bit too brightly, “I know you remember where the cafeteria is!” She obviously wanted to be left alone for her lunch hour.

Heading for the cafeteria, I wondered if I’d run into Miss Satcher. Was her hair still the same auburn – or would it have grayed? Would her face be wrinkled? It was only ten years since I’d seen her, but it felt much longer. I wondered if she would remember me. Grabbing a tray, I headed for the lunch line. Standing at the counter, I sensed the familiar presence…a warmth behind me. Turning, I saw that sure enough, she was there. She smiled, took my hand and pressed it between her fingers.

“How are you, Amy? I’m so glad to see you again. I was thrilled when Principal Barrett told me you’d be working with us. You always were one of my favorite students!” Her smile was the same as it always was. There were a few more lines around her mouth, and a few more gray hairs – but I was disconcerted to feel she still had the same effect on me. However pleasant her nearness made me feel, it surely wasn’t proper for me to entertain such thoughts.

Her softness lingered in the air, and I felt it close against me – even as her hand still pressed against mine. I looked down, and noticed faint traces of paint on her fingertips. I smiled back at her. “Miss Satchel, I am so happy to be here. I am doing fine, glad to know you’re still teaching here.”

A gentle flush spread over her skin. “My dear, you must call me Emily now. No need to be calling me Miss! Would you sit with me for lunch in the teacher’s lounge? I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to these past … what is it, nine, ten years?”

I agreed, and after we filled our trays, we walked together to the lounge. Miss Satcher – Emily now – glided gracefully along beside me. I felt so awkward next to her, like a teenager again. My tongue was tied. I wanted to ask her a dozen questions, questions about her I’d never thought of asking when I was her student. I knew I wanted to hear about her life – her likes, interests, outside of this school building.

She kept up a steady stream of conversation though, and I didn’t really have to worry about coming up with things to talk about. She seemed to think me an old friend, despite my reserve. My eyes were focused on her face, so animated. In spite of what she’d said earlier about catching up on my news, it was she that caught me up with the community happenings. She seemed to be so grateful to have someone bursa bayan escort to talk to. Was it possible she didn’t have many friends among the other teachers? Hard for me to believe, with her gentle kindness.

We spent our lunch chatting. Or rather, she spent it chatting. I spent it observing her. An occasional word to let her know I was still interested in the conversation was all the encouragement she needed. She intoxicated me. I watched her mouth – her lips were thin, but soft. Her skin was smooth – sprinkled with freckles. Bold, intelligent blue eyes would have dominated her face if not for the glasses she wore. And the gentle turn of her nose made me want to kiss it. I started a bit in my chair, unnerved at the thought I’d just had. Wanting to kiss Miss Satcher’s nose – was I daft? But indeed, as I listened and watched, I recognized that what I’d felt for her in the past was still there. And more disturbing, I recognized the feeling for what it was.

Too soon, lunch was over, and I knew I had to return to my desk. Emily had offered to help me settle in to my apartment. My place was right over hers. I wasn’t sure I’d be comfortable with her appraising my things – but I also knew I could use her decorative touch. I suggested we get together on the weekend, so she could give me advice. I thought I’d need the time to sort out my feelings toward her.

The afternoon was as uneventful as the morning. My workdays would be rather boring, but I didn’t mind. I figured my lunches with Emily would be the highlight of my day. And indeed, each day that week we ate together. Gradually I became more talkative around her, sharing some of my experiences in Chicago. She knew exactly how to draw me out of my shell. She was so patient, and unassuming, that I was beginning to think of her less as my old teacher and more as a close friend. The closest I’d had in a long while. We even walked back and forth to the school together. Her companionship was welcome after years spent being lonely.

As the weekend approached, I looked forward to our planned evening. On Thursday I’d cleaned as best I could around the few boxes I hadn’t had time to unpack. We walked home together that Friday afternoon, and she stopped by her place to change. I hopped up the steps to my apartment. Inside, I took the chicken I would be baking out of the fridge. I was fairly worried that Emily wouldn’t like my cooking. I’d never been good at it. After seasoning the meat as best I could, I slid the pan into the oven, then set some vegetables on to boil.

I heard her knock at the door. After letting her in, I joked with her about the state of my apartment, and my lack of cooking skills.

“Amy, you should know that doesn’t bother me, my dear. I’ve got enough talent in those areas for the both of us.” Her grin was infectious, and I found my heart doing a little skip in my chest. She looked wonderful – she was wearing a casual skirt and fitted sweater. Her hair hung loosely about her shoulders. The feelings I’d been experiencing around her all week hadn’t diminished.

I showed her around bursa merkez escort my small place, and she immediately started to make suggestions. A picture here, a few candles there – it was amazing what she could do. The rooms began to take on a whole different ambiance. Soft and romantic, just like her. I cursed myself for thinking about her that way. Emily had never married, but I had no reason to believe it was because she preferred women. In fact, my guess was she’d be shocked if I made good on my impulse to kiss the tip of her nose.

After an hour spent together laughing and generally enjoying one another’s company, we sat down to eat the dinner I’d tried to prepare. It actually wasn’t bad, for me. Emily just chuckled at the dry chicken and overcooked vegetables. “I can see I’ll be doing the cooking from now on,” she said, and I stared at her. Surely, she wasn’t thinking along the same lines I was. But I was starting to wonder. She had lit candles for the dinner table, and put on some soft jazz in the background. If a man had done such things, I wouldn’t question his intent. But Miss Satcher?

We managed to polish off the food, despite its less than gourmet status. When she stood up to take her dishes to the sink, I protested. “Let me take care of that, Emily, after all the help you’ve given me.”

“Nonsense, young lady. I won’t be treated like an old woman, you hear? Now you wash, and I’ll dry.” I couldn’t argue with her, so side-by-side we stood at the sink. She poked a little more fun at my cooking, and gently slapped my backside with the towel. I played along and blew some bubbles from my soapy hand at her. We giggled like schoolgirls. Some bubbles lingered on her nose, and I reached out with my dry hand to wipe them off. After feeling her skin, I couldn’t resist – my hand moved of its own accord to her cheek. I caressed her skin with the back of my knuckles. My eyes watched her face closely.

Emily’s eyes were large. I reached up with my other hand to take her glasses off. I could barely believe my boldness. I gazed at her as my fingers touched her cheek, her chin, her lips. She didn’t stop me. Her eyes closed, her lashes fluttering. Her hand reached up to mine, holding it against the side of her face. She pressed her fingers against mine like she had a mere five days ago. But this time, it was different.

She opened her eyes, and I knew it would be ok. What I read in those eyes made me lean forward – and brush my lips across her nose. I felt her breath on my neck. My lips traced their way down to her mouth. Sliding my fingers into her hair, I kissed her gently. Her arms went around me, and we clung together, our lips and bodies touching. I broke our kiss, only to move my mouth to her neck. I tasted her shoulders, back up to her jaw line, brushed her ears, and caressed her temple with my kisses. Emily moaned almost imperceptibly.

We stayed there, for what seemed hours. Our lips and tongues finding and tasting each other. My hands rubbing her back, her shoulders, her arms. The clock struck ten, and I started. The mood broke, and she stepped away from me slightly. I was terrified – terrified that she wouldn’t want this – that she wouldn’t want me. I trembled, waiting for her to speak. She just stood there, her lovely long hair tousled – her clothes snug around her body. She just stood there, and looked at me. Finally, she spoke.

“You were worth the wait – every moment of it.”

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My friend Alana had just spilled her guts, and then some. She confessed one thing I secretly already knew: that she was into women now. Then she described in vivid, exciting detail her first time making love to a woman. After the story, she went to explain that she was using our trip to Vegas—which we were still en route to via a red-eye commercial flight—to discover if she was, in fact, a lesbian, bi-sexual, or, as she put it, “just going through a phase”.

She was 26, and I was 20. We had always been close despite our age differences. Her mom was a close family friend, and she left Alana in my parents’ care when she died from cancer when Alana was just 13. Then, when my parents died in a car accident when I was 16, they left me to Alana. By that time we were more brother and sister than anything, and rather than Alana looking after me, we just looked after each other.

I’d been close to Alana for my whole life, and I was still shocked to hear her talk about these things so freely. We never talked much about sex before, and I found it particularly surprising that she confided in me her plans to use this vacation as a sexual experiment.

While I appreciated her openness and drooled over her sexy story, I couldn’t help but feel frustrated. Obviously, since it was only the two of us on this trip, it was going to be an awkward few days for me if all Alana was going to do was pick up guys. I would have to constantly find things to do by myself whenever Alana started picking up men, or if she got picked up.

And even though we had a room with two beds reserved, I knew it would be too awkward for me to be in the room if she was having sex. I’d either have to wander through the night, or hope that she stayed in her would-be one-night-stand’s room. Either way I’d be alone. Most people might not have a problem being alone in a crazy town like Las Vegas, but at 20, I wasn’t old enough to drink or gamble. And with the various women I had waiting for me back home, I wasn’t willing to empty my wallet for strippers.

My other problem was more serious, to say the least. While Alana had revealed her secret of bi-sexuality, I had a secret of my own. A much bigger secret that I planned to keep: I was growing increasingly attracted to her. It had started at the same time I found out she was having sex with women; I had spied her through the neighbor’s window, in a 69 with my unattainable crush, Autumn. Since that day, Alana had been sneaking into my sexual thoughts and fantasies more and more until finally I had to admit to myself that I was crushing on her, too.

When Alana told me the story of her first lesbian encounter, she couldn’t have had any idea what a turn on that was for me. But the thought of her spending all weekend with other men…It would make me both jealous AND horny. Even now, sitting at the rear of the nearly empty passenger jet, my erection was threatening to punch a hole through the fuselage.

Next to me, taking a sip of a Jack and Coke, Alana was fortunately too buzzed or too excited about the state of things to notice my bulge. Her nipples jutted out from her full, D-cup tits, straining against the fabric of her tight, red, low-cut shirt. Her face was slightly flushed, and the smile she wore gave no sign of fading any time soon. Apparently her story had gotten her quite aroused as well.

I jumped when she turned to me, hoping she didn’t catch me eyeing her cleavage. But she didn’t appear to notice, and simply placed her drink on my tray.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” she said, putting up her tray and unbuckling her seat belt. She pointed to the empty cup that she had stuffed in the magazine pouch . “If the guy comes by again, order me another one.” She smiled brightly.

I nodded, smiled back, and watched as she wiggled her ass out of our row and into the aisle. My God, I thought. How could I have been ignorant to that beautiful body for so long? How could I not have noticed her maddeningly cute face, her infectious smile, her perfect teeth and skin? She was 5’10, athletic, with flowing blonde hair and the kind of legs a guy prays to feel wrapped around him.

I’m not picky when it comes to women. There is no type of girl that I covet more than another. Blonde, brunette, tall, short; it’s all good with me. But even still, if I were just another guy and not the kid she was raised with, I would have been jerking off to thoughts of Alana years ago. So why had I only started noticing now?

Of course, I had noticed before. I wasn’t blind. The difference was that before she was just Alana, whom I loved dearly, but never lusted after. But after seeing her have sex with our neighbor, I became aware of a new side of her. A side that was just as alien to me as if she were a complete stranger. That day Alana became sexy Alana, and that image was impossible to erase.

Unconsciously, I grabbed my hard-on through my jeans, gave it a few quick strokes, hesitated, then gave myself a few more. Finally I stopped and readjusted myself, hoping to calm down.

“You really want her, huh?”

The bursa sınırsız escort voice came from behind, and I jumped in my seat with surprise. I turned and looked over the back of my seat. There was no one there. As I said, the jet was nearly empty, and we sat to the rear, away from all the other passengers. Even the stewards were up front, chatting quietly with an old lady.

But I hadn’t imagined that voice, so I raised myself in my seat and strained my neck for a better look. And there she was. A fellow passenger, female, was sitting directly behind me. I hadn’t seen her because she was so short; barely over 5 feet. I knew she wasn’t there when I picked these seats, though, so how did she get past? And then it struck me. The bathroom at the back of the jet. She must have been in the bathroom when we boarded, then inadvertently snuck up on us after we were seated.

Settling with that explanation, I turned back to what she had said: That I “really want her”. My heart jumped into my throat.

She must have seen me stroke my cock through the space between the seats. But even more alarming than that was the simple fact that, sitting so close, she must have heard Alana’s entire story.

“If you want my advice,” she continued, “I’d say go for it. Because she’s into you, too.”

Of course this possibility—that Alana was into me—was something I already suspected. Long story short, I had heard her call out my name during a drunken sex session with her girlfriend. But I tired not to rest my fantasies on that weak detail. I kept this to myself, and played dumb for the passenger.

“What do you mean?” I stammered.

“Are you kidding? That story even got me hot! No one tells a story like that to just anyone. She wanted to turn you on. If not on purpose, than subconsciously. So I say if you want to go to the next level, if you want to be more than friends, the ball is in your court. Or balls, I guess.” She laughed.

I was shocked by her boldness, but it felt good to have someone to talk to about this. She was, after all, a stranger who I would probably never see again after this flight, and the fact that she referred to Alana and I as “friends” reaffirmed my suspicion that she didn’t know we were much closer. I unclasped my seat belt, put my knees on my seat, and turned to face her.

While she was very short and her body was tiny, there would have been no mistaking her for a juvenile. She had the beauty of a pageant queen, with facial features that made her look not like a high school student, but like a spunky young soccer mom. Her blonde hair was much lighter and shorter than Alana’s, and it was loosely pulled back in a ponytail. And while her breasts were so small that I couldn’t even see their bulges beneath her sweatshirt, the woman’s gray eyes gave her an irresistibly sexy, mysterious quality. I guessed her to be Alana’s age, mid-twenties or so—but when I turned to face her, she looked as excited as a schoolgirl.

“Hey,” she smiled. “Don’t let her catch you talking to me. You might blow it.”

I smiled back. “I wouldn’t worry about that. You really think she’s into me?”

The woman had been holding a paperback, but she set it aside and leaned forward to answer. “Let me put it this way. If I told you that story, then said I was going to Vegas to find some dick, wouldn’t you hit on me relentlessly until the end of the flight?”

“Hell, I’d probably follow you to your hotel,” I joked.

She laughed. “And do you think I could blame you for hitting on me?”

“I guess not.”

“Exactly. She wants you to be the guy, Gavin. That’s your name, right? I thought I heard her say it.”

“Yeah. Gavin.” I offered my hand. She shook it with her small, delicate hand, which had a surprisingly firm grip.

“I’m Melanie. And I’m married.” She smiled, then turned her hand to show me the wedding band. Before I could come up with a response, she said, “So forget all about me, and concentrate on her. But remember what I said. Oh, and sorry about eavesdropping. I’m such a jerk.”

We both slumped back into our chairs as we heard the bathroom door creak open just five rows behind. Melanie stuck her nose back in her book, and I fumbled with my seatbelt and my erection that had yet to go away.

Alana returned to her seat, completely composed—though with her stiff movements, she was almost too composed. Then she slowly leaned toward me, eyes facing forward, and whispered.

“Someone is sitting behind us.”

I pretended to be surprised.

Alana continued, talking quietly out of the corner of her mouth. “Has she been there the whole time?”

“Well, she didn’t board mid-flight, if that’s what you mean.”

Alana shot me a look and a sarcastic smile. “Then she heard—”

“Everything.”

“Everything. Oh my God.”

I could tell Alana didn’t know what to do, but I couldn’t tell if she really wanted to do anything. Surely she knew it was harmless for this stranger to know her secret—a secret that would eventually come out, anyway. bursa üniversiteli escort Embarrassing, yes. But harmless. Yet there was a very awkward silence as I waited for her to say something.

Instead of speaking, and perhaps out of curiosity, Alana gave a quick glance between the seats for another look at the eavesdropper. But at that same moment, Melanie had been peering over her book at Alana, and their eyes met. Alana spun around, speechless, but Melanie apparently felt she had no choice but to respond to the situation directly. She stood up and entered the aisle, standing over Alana.

“Look, I’m really sorry. I know none of that was meant for my ears, but you have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Alana couldn’t take her eyes off the floor, her head hung in humiliation. “It’s not your fault. I should have looked around more. Or just kept my mouth shut.” I noticed she was smiling, on the verge of laughter, it seemed, so at least she was taking this with a positive spin.

Melanie squatted down, coming closer to eye level with Alana, who still wouldn’t look up.

“I know what you’re going through, Alana, and don’t think I’m going to judge you or anything,” Melanie said in the sweetest, most soothing voice. She put a hand on Alana’s knee and rubbed it. “In fact, I’m kind of on your team.”

What the Hell?

Not wanting Alana to know that Melanie and I had already become acquainted, I hid my surprise at hearing this.

“You’re gay?” Alana asked.

“Actually I’m bi.”

I saw Alana glance at the wedding band on Melanie’s finger and she smiled wide.

“What’s your husband think about that?”

“Oh, he doesn’t. Well, he probably fantasizes about it like most guys, but he thinks I’m as straight as an arrow. I told him I was going to Vegas to visit my sister. I’m sure he’d have begged to come along if he knew I was actually going to Vegas to eat some out-of-town pussy. “

“He has no idea you like women?” Alana laughed. “You must be an ace at keeping secrets. Obviously I’m not.”

“I’ll tell him some day. Probably the day after he comes clean about fucking that waitress every chance he gets.” She sighed and looked off into space, grinning. “He’s probably doing her right now.”

“You’re not mad?” I asked, baffled.

She shrugged. “Let him have his fun. It frees me up to have mine. But enough about me. You two are much more interesting.”

Melanie stood up and motioned to the empty seat between Alana and I.

“May I?”

Before she had finished the word, Alana was happily nodding and shifting into the middle seat, freeing the aisle seat for our new friend.

“What makes us so interesting?” Alana asked.

Melanie shot a look to the front of the cabin, making sure the stewards were still occupied, then unfastened her pants. Next, she took Alana’s hand and guided it to her crotch, slipping Alana’s hand into her pants, beneath a pair of purple panties. Alana gasped, but she didn’t resist. In fact, at that moment she almost seemed to have a mini orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she sunk into her seat.

“You feel that?” Melaine said.

Alana licked her lips. “Yeah…”

“You feel how wet I am?”

Alana just nodded, still licking her lips.

“That’s how hot your story made me.”

Alana opened her eyes and stared lustfully at Melanie. It was as if I had simply disappeared. But I was eager to see where this would lead, so I stayed quiet.

“Can I…” Alana asked, cutting herself off.

I saw Melanie suddenly tense up, then close her eyes and sink into her chair like Alana just had. I knew then what had happened. Alana had pushed at least one finger into Melanie’s cunt, possibly more. Melanie moaned softly, then opened her eyes and stared dreamily at Alana. As if in a trance, Alana leaned forward and kissed Melanie softly on the lips. Melanie kissed her right back, the two of them getting more intense with each passing second.

I knew Alana was buzzing hard from the drinks, but I was still surprised that she was doing this in front of me. Maybe Melanie was right. Maybe she really was trying to turn me on.

Alana broke the kiss and began slowly licking her way down Melanie’s neck. I expected at least for Melanie to look at me and show me that she still remembered I was there, but her eyes stayed shut.

Alana licked at Melanie’s neck a while longer, and rubbed her inner thigh with her free hand, slowly working her way to Melanie’s crotch. The hand already at her cunt disappeared further beneath the panties, and Melanie shifted in her seat so she could spread her legs further. I watched, unblinking, as the fabric of the pants at Melanie’s crotch pulsed as Alana worked her fingers inside.

“We should probably try to control ourselves,” Alana said softly between kisses. She stifled a giggle. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

All Melanie did to reply was moan weakly.

Alana moved back to Melanie’s face, and they bursa anal yapan escort kissed passionately again. Their tongues went wild, lustfully twirling around each other, then lapping at each others lips and faces. Melanie caught Alana’s earlobe between her teeth, bit gently, then licked and sucked her way to the top. Alana’s free hand, meanwhile, was moving past Melanie’s crotch, and dipping beneath her sweater.

“I thought you wanted cock.” Melanie said, fighting for breath.

“I do…”

“But I can only give you pussy.”

“I want your pussy.”

To hear Alana talk like this, in a soft, lustful voice, was difficult to handle. On one hand I was immensely turned on. But Alana knew I was here, and, not knowing her true feelings for me, or her intentions for doing this here and now in front of me, I couldn’t be sure if she wanted me to be turned on. Did she expect me to watch? Did she expect me to leave?

But as Alana’s hand crept up beneath Melanie’s sweatshirt and cupped her small breasts, I decided that I wasn’t leaving until I was given the direct order. Like Hell if I was gonna miss this.

From the movements at the bustline of Melanie’s sweatshirt, I could tell Alana was massaging the young woman’s breasts, going from one to the other and back again. Surely she was pinching her nipples, as well, though it was difficult to tell for sure.

“You know you can’t eat me,” Melanie whispered as they made out. “Not here.”

Alana didn’t miss a beat. “But I can taste you.” And she pulled her hand out of Melanie’s panties, then brought two fingers to her mouth and sucked them between her lips.

Melanie and I watched hungrily, but it was Melanie who couldn’t hold back. I felt my dick swell noticeably as Melanie rushed forth, wildly kissing Alana with the fingers still in her mouth. Alana was quick to share her cum-coated digits, and slipped them into Melanie’s mouth. Melanie sucked hard, so hard that she made a tight slurping sound that I feared that everyone in the jet could have heard, though I saw no indication that they did.

Quickly, Alana pulled her fingers back, though Melanie fought to keep them between her lips by sucking harder. Once Alana prevailed, she dipped her fingers back under Melanie’s panties, fingered her for a few strokes, then brought her hand back out and fed them to the tiny blonde.

Melanie bobbed on the fingers excitedly, as if they were a cock. Alana pulled them out again after a moment, offering her tongue to Melanie instead. As their tongues wrestled, Alana once again fucked her new friend’s pussy with those wet fingers, and Melanie began gently bucking against her hand.

I desperately wanted to stroke my cock, if not directly, then through my pants, like before. But I didn’t want to do anything that might alarm Alana. I was so confused, so turned-on. All I could do was watch, which was more than enough, but not nearly what I wanted.

The girls continued making out passionately. Alana fingered Melanie and faster and more forcefully with each passing second. She continued to knead her small tits under her shirt. Both of them were moaning softly.

“I taste really good,” Melanie gasped, as if surprised. “Can I taste my pussy again?”

Alana said nothing, but quickly pulled her hand out from Melanie’s pants and offered her fingers again. Melanie sucked eagerly, with more intensity then before. Then she grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it up just far enough to reveal her tiny, braless, breasts. She was quite flat-chested, but her nipples were fat and long, and Alana’s other hand plucked them, encouraging them to grow longer.

“Lick me,” Melanie whispered, while continuing to suck Alana’s fingers.

But Alana was a step ahead. She had moved her head in position, and was already lapping forcefully at Melanie’s right tit. She pummeled the hard, thick nipple with her tongue, then sucked it between her lips. Melanie arched her back and gasped.

“Ohhh….that feels so good, Alana…” Melanie said. If she was in Heaven before, she seemed to be somewhere beyond now. “I love having my nipples sucked. I can come just from that.”

I had to crane my neck a bit to get a good view of Alana sucking Melanie’s tits, so I didn’t notice right away that Melanie was looking at me. I was shocked when our eyes met, and even more so when she didn’t look away. But I also got the feeling that she wasn’t looking at me so much as through me with those glazed over eyes.

I watched as Melanie slipped her own left hand beneath her panties and played with her cunt. Then she pulled her hand out and reached over Alana, pointing a glistening finger at me. I didn’t need a verbal order to act on this opportunity, so I leaned forward to suck her finger, tasting her sweet cum.

“Oh, Alana. Oh, Alana, Alana, Alana,” Melanie said. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. When I tried to pull back from her finger, she just pushed it back towards me. I sucked on it again.

“I’m going to…to…oh, don’t stop, Alana.”

As I sucked Melanie’s finger, I watched Alana working her hands and tongue over Melanie’s exposed tits. She was licking furiously, nipping at the flesh and squeezing the tiny mounds to make tight but shallow cleavage. Melanie’s chest had flushed deep red, a sure sign of her high state of arousal. She thrust her chest forward and threw her head back.

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Saturday morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains. Lisa rolled over and reached out for Judy. Her hand found only empty sheets. As ever her lover was up and about. Lisa wished she’d stay in bed awhile. Sometimes the early morning cuddles were the best. She rolled over and winced as the bruises on her buttocks reminded her of how extreme last night had been. She smiled to herself, she’d passed the test, she was now officially Judy’s. Reaching to her throat she fingered the collar that was still there. Last night, while they were undressing, Lisa had spent some time in front of the mirror. She loved the feel of it; she loved the look of it against her neck. White was so much more feminine than the dark brown or black of Christine and Sally’s collars. Wearing it made her feel like a little girl, Judy’s little girl. Drowsy and still half asleep she was just rolling over for five more minutes when Judy appeared at the door with a breakfast tray.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. How are you today? How’s that pretty little bottom of yours?” Accepting a cup of coffee and a plate of toast Lisa scooted over to make room for Judy to get in beside her. Over breakfast they discussed plans for the day, shops they needed to visit, places they needed to go.

“Enough chat. It’s time for action.” Judy wiped away the last few toast crumbs with a serviette and got out of bed. “Come on, it’s shower time. Let me get that collar and chain off you.”

“Judy?”

“Yes, pet.”

“Can I keep the chain?” Lisa played with the medallion that hung from her waist.

“If you want. Here’s the key.”

“No, I don’t mean like that. I’d like to keep it on me, always.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’ve thought it through. I can tuck the end in my knickers when we’re not playing. Nobody but you and I would know. Please, I really want to.”

“I’d be delighted if you kept it.” Judy got back onto the bed and kissed Lisa, long and hard. “You’re my very special girl. I love you lots and lots and I’m honoured that you want to wear my chain. Thank you. But we had better remove that collar. Much as I think you look sweet with it on, it would raise a few eyebrows around town.”

Judy gave Lisa one last kiss and unlocked the collar. She took it to her dressing table and put it away. The key to the padlock that held Lisa’s chain glinted in her hand. She was just about to put it in her jewellery box when a thought struck her. If Lisa was keeping the chain then the key should stay with her. She threaded it onto her key ring. It looked a bit out of place beside her house keys but that was fine. It was her half of the bargain and she’d carry it always. As she got up from the dressing table she noticed Lisa still under the covers.

“Come on, lazy bones! Up and at em! If you don’t hurry you’ll be showering alone.” Lisa couldn’t ignore a threat like that so she jumped out of bed and followed Judy into the en suite.

A week or so later Lisa and Judy were spending the evening in front of the television when the phone went. Judy answered it but soon passed it over to Lisa.

“Hello … Hi! Babes! Wow! How are you? … Yes, I got the job and I’m settled here in Bristol … When? Next weekend? Hang on a min. I’ll just check.” Lisa turned to Judy.

“It’s Abebi, a friend of mine from college. She’s visiting Bristol next weekend, can she come and stay? Please?”

“Of course, it will be nice to meet some of your friends for a change. We can put her in the spare room.”

“Babes, it’s fine. I’ll give you the address.” Lisa finalised arrangements and put the phone down. “Wow! I haven’t seen Babes since we graduated. She’s living in Cambridge now doing post-graduate work. She always was a bit of a swot. I’m really looking forward to seeing her.”

“Abebi, that’s an interesting name. Where does she get it from?”

“Oh her family is from Ghana. They emigrated here in the sixties. I just call her Babes.”

“So I gathered. Lisa?” Judy was suddenly serious, “how much do you want her to know? About us I mean. I realise she’s your friend and all, but coming out isn’t always easy. If you want to keep our relationship quiet I’ll understand. I can be a landlady for the weekend.”

Lisa was dumbstruck. She hadn’t thought of that. On the one hand she had never kept any secrets from Babes, they’d been close all through three years of college. It would also be almost a betrayal of Judy, to deny their love, to hide it away. On the other hand she wasn’t sure what Babes would think. Sure, she was pretty open-minded but this was major. Lisa was racked by indecision.

“Can we just play it by ear? I mean, I really don’t know. I’m not sure what I want to do.”

“Of course we can. Come here.” Lisa came over and, led by Judy, snuggled down on her lap. “Coming out is a big step, even to your closest friends. I do understand, after all, I’ve been there myself.”

Lisa rested her head on Judy’s shoulder as Judy stroked her hair. This felt so right, so natural, so easy that it would be wrong to deny it, but what if Abebi didn’t understand? What if it ruined their friendship? bursa escort What if… What if…

“We’ll have to make the bed up in your old room as well. That way all the options are open.” As ever Judy was being practical. Lisa thought about sleeping alone again. She’d got used to having Judy’s body next to hers, to having kisses and cuddles on tap. When a recent business trip had kept Judy away for the night the bed had felt empty and lonely. Still, she’d have to take it one day at a time.

Abebi was due to arrive on Saturday morning. The night before Judy and Lisa had gone to Charlotte’s and Lisa, having lost the ‘lottery’, had received twelve strokes of the cane from Sally, who had won. However, she was used to getting up on Saturday morning with marks from the night before and thought nothing of it. Similarly tucking the medallion in her panties was becoming second nature to her, an everyday part of getting dressed. After all she only let it hang when Judy demanded it.

Around eleven a taxi pulled up outside and Abebi got out. Judy watched from the study window as Lisa, who had been waiting and watching, rushed down the drive to meet her. Abebi was tall and slim with dark ebony skin. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight tee shirt that showed off her figure. It was Judy’s turn to feel a stab of jealousy. What would Lisa want with an old bat like her when she had such beautiful friends of her own age? She went out into the hall to greet her guest.

Over a light lunch the three women chatted together, or at least Lisa and Abebi did. Judy could hardly get a word in edgeways and felt left out as the two girls discussed plans for the afternoon.

“Come on, Lisa, a big town like this must have plenty of good arcades. I need a new top. Let’s shop till we drop.”

Judy offered to drive them into town but declined to come with them. “Two’s company,” she said ruefully. “You pair go and shop. I’ve got plenty to do on my own.”

Lisa had forgotten how much fun it was shopping with Babes. Shoes, skirts, dresses, tops, everything was considered and usually discarded. Eventually Abebi found a top she liked, but on the way to the changing room grabbed a dress off the racks.

“Come on, Lisa, try this on. It will look great on you.”

The two of them crammed into the cubicle. As Abebi peeled off her tee shirt Lisa was reminded just how beautiful her breasts were. Not large, but high and firm. Too soon Abebi pulled the new top over her head.

“What do you think? Not bad, eh?”

“You look great, but practically anything looks good on you.”

“Umm, flattery will get you everywhere.” Abebi purred. “Come on, try that dress on.”

Lisa undid the top of her jeans and started to push them down. As she bent forward she was giving Abebi a full view of her bottom.

“Sheesh, girl! What happened here?”

Too late Lisa realised the skimpy cotton briefs she had on would do little to cover the marks Sally had left on her. Flustered she stood back up.

“Look, it’s a long story, not here, I’ll tell you when we get back. Ok?”

“Looks nasty. How on earth did that happen?”

“Please, when we get home. I promise I’ll tell you then.”

“You better had, girl, I want the full story.”

“I promise, when we get home, Ok?”

This threw a bit of a cloud over the rest of the shopping. Lisa was too nervous about what she was going to tell Abebi to relax and enjoy it. Abebi was concerned about what, or who, had been hurting her friend. The secret stood between them like a wall, the intimacy had gone. They only went to a couple more shops before they had had enough so they caught the bus back to Judy’s.

When they arrived they went up to Lisa’s room. Dumping her bags on the floor Abebi threw herself on the bed.

“Come on, girl, we’re home now, what’s the story? I can tell when you’re hiding something.”

Lisa just stood there. She was tired of lying, she had to tell someone and if she trusted anyone apart from Judy it would have to be Abebi.

“It’s Judy.” She said at last.

“Judy did that to you?”

“Yes, well no, look, it’s difficult…” Oh well, Lisa thought to herself, it’s now or never. “Judy and I are lovers.”

“She’s your lover and she does that to you? I don’t understand.”

“Please, just listen and I’ll try and explain.” Lisa lay down on the bed beside Abebi. Slowly at first, but with building confidence as she got into the story, Lisa told her nearly everything. She explained that playtime was playtime but otherwise Judy was kind and gentle. How much they cared for each other and how Judy may cane her but it was completely consensual. Despite her openness she still wasn’t ready to explain that it had been Sally, not Judy who had left the marks.

“So, are you shocked? She said at last.

“Shocked! I’m amazed! Three long years I tried to get into those cute little panties of yours but Miss Prim and Proper wasn’t having any. You move down here and within six months you’re involved in a full-blown affair with another woman with plenty of S and M on the side. What’s up, girl? Wasn’t bursa escort bayan I good enough for you?”

“Oh, Babes. I never realised you felt that way. I thought we were just friends. You should have told me you wanted me like that.” She lay down on the bed next to Abebi and kissed her gently. “Please say we’re still friends.”

“Of course, silly. If you’re happy with her then that’s good enough for me. But your poor bottom, let me have a look at it.”

Lisa lay on her back, undid the top of her jeans and started to push them down. As she did so her thumbs caught her panties. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound, and this was not the time to be shy. She slid jeans, panties and socks off together and kicked them over the edge of the bed. The medallion, freed from her panties, lay on her belly.

“What’s this?” Abebi took the medallion and studied it closely.

“A present. A present from Judy.”

“So I see.” Abebi dropped the medallion and it rolled to the end of its chain, resting at the top of Lisa labia.

“So Judy’s heart lies next to your cunt. Very symbolic. Now roll over and let me see your bottom.”

As Lisa rolled over she thought about what Abebi had just said. She didn’t like the ‘C’ word, well, except when she was really turned on, but yes, Judy’s heart resting there was somehow special, more so than if it had just been a necklace or something. Meanwhile Abebi was tracing out the lines on Lisa’s bottom with the tips of her fingers.

“Doesn’t that hurt? It looks like it should hurt like blazes.”

“Yes, it hurt, it still hurts a bit now, but it’s not like that. It’s all part of something bigger and after she’s caned me we have some of the most fantastic sex ever. Shall I tell you a secret?”

“Why stop now? You’ve told me everything else!”

“What I really like… I know this is going to sound weird… but what I really like is to have a dildo pushed up my bottom!” There, she’d said it.

“Wow, and when I think of the uptight little virgin I knew at college, and now you’re into all this.” Abebi was silent for a while. Her fingers still traced lightly over Lisa’s buttocks. She’d heard about things like this and had always assumed it was weirdoes in abusive relationships; but this was Lisa and, outside of the canings, it looked like she and Judy were very happy together. She lay back down beside Lisa, her hand still caressing Lisa’s bottom.

“Come on. I want to know more. How does all this work?”

“It depends. It’s different every time.”

“Ok, so how did this one happen? I want details.”

Lisa thought quickly. She wasn’t ready talk about Friday nights. She was beginning to realise why Judy had kept quiet for so long. She’d have to extemporise a bit, not exactly lie, just use another example.

“We like dressing up games,” she started. “Judy gets dressed up as a grand lady and I’m her maid. I’ve got the complete uniform.”

“Let me see, let me see.” They got up off the bed and Lisa fetched her maid’s outfit from the wardrobe.

“That’s fantastic. You’re dead serious about all this, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes. It takes ages to put on. Look, it’s really authentic.” The two girls pored over the dress, Abebi examining it with care.

“And Judy, what does she wear?”

“Oh she’s got this gorgeous gown in a deep burgundy. It’s just as authentic as this; real period detail. You know the sort of thing, full skirt, really tight bodice for an hourglass figure, leg of mutton sleeves and lots and lots of lace. She looks gorgeous in it. But first of all I bathe her.”

“Bathe her? How does that work?”

“Well I have to run her bath and then, when she gets in, I wash her all over. Then I have to dry her, dress her and help her get ready. Look, I know this is difficult to understand but it really gets to me, I adore looking after her like that. It’s an act of… of love.”

“Wow. And then?”

“Well, if I’ve been naughty, I mean, if we’re playing that I’ve been naughty, she takes me downstairs to the playroom. That’s where we keep all the bits and pieces. It’s nice and private down there.”

“Can I have a look?”

“No, it’s locked and Judy keeps the key. Anyway, she straps me down over the horse, pulls up my dress and canes me. I know this sounds weird, I don’t expect you to understand, but until you’ve tried it… I never knew I could get so turned on by being caned. It’s not the pain, well, not just the pain, it’s the way she does it. It’s part of us. I’m not explaining this very well, am I?”

Abebi was silent beside Lisa. Her hand was still playing with Lisa’s bottom but the gentle strokes were now firmer, harder, more like a massage.

“Maybe you’re explaining it better than you think.” She said at last. “Come on, what happens next?”

“Then I have to thank her for the caning. You know, kissing her, down there. After that it’s all bed and cuddles.”

“I thought it would end like that.” Abebi leaned forward and kissed Lisa. “And how about kissing me ‘down there’ as you so delicately put it. You’ve got me all worked up. The least you escort bursa can do is sort it out for me.”

“I’d love to but… Please, Babes, I’m turned on too but it would be cheating on Judy.”

“She’d never know.”

“I would, that’s the point. I couldn’t go behind her back.”

“Well, you could do it in front of me. I think she deserves it.” The two girls spun round to see Judy stood by the open door.

“How… how long have you been there.” Lisa gasped.

“Long enough. I came home, thought the house was empty, and when I came upstairs your door was open. I couldn’t resist listening for a while.” Inside Judy’s heart was leaping. She’d admit to herself that her motives were far from pure when she’d snuck up on the girls. She’d seen them through the open door and couldn’t resist the opportunity to eavesdrop for a while. To think she’d been jealous of Abebi. She should have known, she should have trusted Lisa, and now, purely by chance, she’d been reassured in the best way possible. And with a little luck it was threesomes tonight!

Abebi felt like a schoolgirl found smoking behind the bike sheds. She’d been caught with her pants down, well, with Lisa’s pants down to be exact, and she didn’t know how to react. And here was Judy suggesting that she and Lisa should carry on with her consent. It was all a bit too much to take in at once.

Lisa was also a little taken aback. Her state of undress wasn’t a problem, she was getting used to being half, or indeed, completely, naked in front of Judy but she had been caught in a clinch. Although she hadn’t let it go any further she felt she’d let Judy down. When she looked up at Judy she saw she was smiling, moreover there was a glint in her eye she had come to recognise. It looked like there were three, not two, sexually aroused women in the room.

“Yes, I think the two of you should carry on. But first of all I think Lisa should give you a bath to get you in the mood. Come along now.” Judy was used to commanding a boardroom, her tone had carried several major business deals and the two girls weren’t about to defy it. They glanced at each other, shrugged and followed Judy to the bathroom.

Whilst Lisa ran the water, and found a suitable bath oil, Judy sat down on the toilet.

“Come along, Abebi, get those clothes off, in you go.” Any doubts that Abebi might have had were again swept away by Judy’s command. It was simply easier to go along with things than to resist. She stripped off, dropping her clothes on the floor and slipped into the bath. Lisa judged that the bath was full enough and turned off the taps.

“Just lie there. Let Lisa do the work,” Judy ordered as she enjoyed the view. Abebi’s dark black skin, her tight curly bush, her pert breasts laid out before her. She really was an attractive young woman. Her slight air of unease somehow added to the allure. Judy felt back in control again.

Lisa took the sponge, gently lifted Abebi’s leg clear of the water, and set to work. The sponge soft against her skin, the perfume from the bath oil, the warm water surrounding her, holding her, were a heady mix that lulled Abebi into a relaxed, almost dreamlike state. She could almost forget that Judy was watching. Lisa had reached her thighs and the water cascading down from the sponge felt wonderful against her skin. Lisa’s story had turned her on, she wasn’t going to deny that, but this was deeper, more sensual. Lisa finished her legs and moved on to her arms. Again this was somehow far more erotic than if Lisa had simply plunged straight in. Abebi longed to feel the sponge on her breasts, on her belly, on her groin but there was no hurry.

Now Lisa was starting on her breasts. Abebi arched her back, lifting them, offering them.

“Now, now,” Judy admonished. “Let Lisa do the work.”

Abebi relaxed back into the water. The enforced passiveness was slightly frustrating but it added to the tension inside her. Part of her wanted to grab Lisa’s head and pull it down to her groin, to hell with the risk of drowning, but she was beginning to realise that greater pleasure lay in waiting. No wonder Lisa had described Judy as a wonderful lover, she may not be an active participant but she certainly knew how to turn a woman on!

Lisa worked lower, tenderly caressing the gentle mound of Abebi’s stomach, her lower belly, and finally her groin. Abebi couldn’t suppress a groan of contentment as the sponge, and the warm water off it, moved between her legs. This was so delicious, so entrancing, she could lie there forever.

“Ok, that’s enough.” Judy leaned down and pulled the plug and Lisa stood up to allow Abebi out of the bath.

“Lisa told me about this but I never realised how good it could be.”

“Uh huh, no talking now, you just relax and enjoy it.” Judy’s tone had softened, gone from boardroom to schoolroom, but it still commanded.

Lisa picked a soft, fluffy towel and dried Abebi down. When Abebi went to help a gentle wave of the forefinger from Judy reminded her that Lisa should do all the work. As Lisa reached her feet she bent forward and gently kissed her toes. Abebi felt this strange mixture of control and controlled. Here she was with Lisa crouched before her tending to her every need. On the other hand it could not be denied that the dominant force in the room was Judy, it was her tune that everyone danced to.

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A figure was sitting on a leather chair watching multiple screens. The screens showed a busty blonde woman dressed in red tight spandex, red boots and white cape. She was wearing a red mask that covered her upper face.

“Those piercing blue eyes. What a body. You bitch, your time will come soon,” the woman commented. The last 5 years had been Hell for Tatiana Cunt, known in the underworld as the Baroness. A tall 42 year old woman with short black hair, black eyes, full lips, tanned tight body, muscular ass, huge round boobs and sensual curved hips, she was the most cunning villain in the city. She always took whatever she liked. Her voice was sensual with a thick accent. She always dressed in tight leather pants or short skirts.

She was a decadent bitch ready to seek pleasure from men and women. Especially women. The men broke easy after a few minutes of intense sex but the pleasure that women could provide was something arousing for her. She liked to seduce and fuck women of power, bitches like her. On her huge bed many of them, their bodies glimmering from sweat or their faces buried in her pussy, declared their sexual surrender screaming in pleasure, becoming sextoys for the Baroness. But now that was a thing of the past; her gaze, her lust, her vengeance was set upon this mysterious opponent. How she wanted to squeeze those milk bags of hers, lock her pussy with her own, make her scream, transform her, humiliate her from a powerful superheroine to her sexual slave.

Every job she tried to do the blonde bitch that called herself Lady Comet stood in her way, especially where the job involved diamonds and works of art. Her underground business was sinking. All these years the Baroness gained lots of money, gold and diamonds by stealing them. She was untouchable, till 5 years ago Lady Comet appeared out of thin air. A woman enhanced with superhuman abilities, she could fly, she could bend the strongest metal, she was bulletproof and she was the one responsible for sending to prison many of Tatiana’s associates.

From pure luck Tatiana herself wasn’t behind bars. The Baroness was a well respected powerful aristocrat in the city of Cronum. She made lots of donations to the city. Even the mayor was so impressed with her that proposed her to run for the elections and become the head of the city. An interesting proposal but other urgent matters took her money and time – like finding the woman behind the mask, her identity, and how she possessed that kind of powers.

The Baroness once came face to face with this woman and she barely escaped. Her strongest bodyguards and mercenaries couldn’t stop the superheroine. Although she knew how to fight as an expert in martial arts she couldn’t match Lady Comet’s speed and strength. Not to mention that Comet could have burned her alive thanks to those beams of red energy that the superheroine could produce from her eyes and hands.

She dedicated her vast resources to learn about her enemy and after many fruitless efforts she had results. Underground her mansion demented scientists that were freed from heavily guarded prison were working night and day in her labs to find how the power of Comet could be neutralized or countered with equal force. High tech surveillance equipment and super computers analyzed the superheroine’s way of fighting and tried to detect her true identity and her refuge.

One scientist dressed in a lab coat and one bodyguard stood behind her.

“Mistress, we have answers.” The bodyguard said.

“Finally, just when I thought that I have been throwing money and time in the dumpster all of these years! Speak, and be careful not to waste my time again!” The baroness replied with a cold voice.

“We have managed to identify the woman behind the mask and not only that, we have tracked down her current place of residence. The doctor here has made a breakthrough regarding Comet’s superhuman abilities and how to counter them,” the bodyguard said with a hesitant voice and nodded to the scientist to speak.

“Baroness, after very careful observation of Comet’s abilities we’ve managed to compose a liquid substance, a formula from a single hair we found at the place of your last encounter with Lady Comet, which could alter your physiology and give you extraordinary strength bursa escort but we can’t be sure about other abilities that you’ll gain and if your body could withstand the transformation. There are an unknown number of side effects. We are still long way from the final completion as we need more tests,” the scientist said in a calm skeptical voice.

The Baroness’ mind was racing. She couldn’t hide her enthusiasm at the news. She turned and looked at the two men as a wicked smile formed in her beautiful face.

“Finally, yes, I want to see that slut’s unmasked face as she realizes that her days as the most powerful woman in town are over. No more tests. I’ll test it myself; every day that the blonde bitch is sticking her nose in my business makes me crazy. She costs me lot of money not to mention my reputation in certain circles. Some of my associates think that I’m afraid of her, but no more. If she wants to play we’ll play but on my own terms.”

“But we’re months away from any permanent results, there is a danger…” the scientist tried to protest but the Baroness cut him off.

“Enough! My decision is final. Make the necessary preparations. I never feared anyone or anything. Risk is a part of the game and this time I’ll go all in.” The Baroness spoke as she stood up and went to her chambers, the whole anticipation to learn who Comet was, how this formula would alter her, what abilities she would gain made her feel aroused. She needed to release her tension and prepare herself for the things to come.

Some miles away deep in the large forest north of the city stood a large isolated wooden cabin. That was the house, the refuge of the 25 year old Sarah Jones. At day she was just a secretary in a large shipping company. At night she was transformed to the protector of the weak, the defender of justice the mighty Lady Comet.

The city of Cronum was a dangerous place for someone to live in. Although the law enforcement agencies did their best, the criminal activity was unstoppable. Corruption, thieves, criminals, drugs and many more were casting their shadow upon this once peaceful and beautiful city. Everything changed 5 years ago when one night Sarah slept and woke up in the morning feeling revitalized, reborn. She realized that something was very different when the same morning she opened her front door and the door was ripped apart from its hinges. She also realized that the sense of smell, eyesight, and hearing improved in such a rate that she almost felt dizzy from how her brain and senses were analyzing every detail of the environment around her. Her gaze could see through walls.

She also found that her speed was increased exponentially. She couldn’t go jogging anymore as she was very fast. Her body transformed too. Her breasts became bigger, her hips and legs got toned, she had the body of an athlete. Her two last abilities were levitation and the small energy beams that she could produce from her eyes and hands when she was focused enough. She almost burned down her previous house.

As the months passed slowly she started to control those new found abilities. But she had to keep her distance for a while from her friends and family as they would notice her sudden changes. She got a job as a secretary in a large shipping company and the money was good. She decided to buy an isolated cabin where she could use it to master her new abilities away from unwanted attention. The questions that filled her mind were many. How all this happened? Why? Was she in danger from all these changes? Should she seek medical attention? Then the picture of her in a hospital bed with scientists all around poking her with needles made the hairs in the back of her neck to stand up. She rejected that thought immediately. Is there anyone else like her? What would she do?

As the days passed she found out by reading the newspapers and watching the news that a phenomenon occurred the night that she was sleeping, a comet that made a pass every two hundred years very close to the planet. But the weird thing was that this particular comet covered the entire atmosphere of the planet for half an hour with a silver glow that caused many people to feel dizzy or faint. Was that the answer she was looking for?

Then she read the other news that was, as always, dire. Murders, thefts street gangs and other criminal activity. The once quiet city of Cronum was the capital of major crime, nobody was safe. An idea started to form in her mind, something risky and dangerous. She remembered all these comic books that she read in her younger age and decided to follow the example. She created her own outfit in the colour she always liked and a mask so that nobody could identify her. She decided take the name of what she thought was the main cause of her condition, Lady Comet. She created an insignia to the center of her suit with a flaming comet in a white circle.

In the day she was an attractive blonde secretary, a teaser with long legs, an object of desire for her colleagues and her bosses but at night she transformed to an unstoppable escort bursa force of justice, a defender of the weak, patrolling the dark alleys and the streets of the city tracking down thugs and criminals. She used her super hearing to listen the communications of the law enforcement agencies so she could be the first in the scene of the crime. When the police arrived in the scene they found the criminals in question unconscious, the witnesses talked about the woman in red, a vigilante that came from the sky and saved them.

Her reputation spread wide across the city and soon everybody knew about the famous Lady Comet. Many debates started about her identity and especially her superhuman abilities. Even the military got involved. At first they thought of her as an alien. The police tried to hunt her down, but the citizens of Cronum rebelled as the crime rates started to fall. After a lot of thought the heads of the city decided to look the other way as they started to get results and the elections were near.

The crime lords of the city put a bounty on her head. She learned that she was also bulletproof as the bullets couldn’t penetrate her skin. Soon Lady Comet exposed every criminal lord and their underground enterprises. The streets were almost safe. Almost. There was a person that nobody wanted to talk about and few saw her up close. She was called Baroness, the information about her was very little as nobody wanted to talk about this cunning perverted woman. Everyone was terrified of her. Comet almost caught her, as she was trying to steal a very expensive diamond. A tall woman dressed in black and wearing a full mask tried to face her but she was no match for Comet. She would have caught her when her armed thugs appeared with heavy firepower and draw her attention.

For those few seconds she recalled the encounter with this woman that called herself Baroness and remembered some details. Her thick accent as she introduced herself, her perfume of exotic flowers, how her full body tight black uniform stretched in her curved body and her huge breasts. For a moment she had the impression that the Baroness licked her lips and she was checking her body, not to mention that she tried to touch Lady Comet’s ass before her fist landed in the villain’s jaw.

But there were something that made Sarah frustrated, angry and sad. Her abilities had disadvantages. She caught herself wondering sometimes if all these were a blessing or a curse. She was a 25 year old woman that lived in isolation. She couldn’t enjoy her life as other women of her age and the most important thing, she was afraid to have sex. She almost broke the pelvis of her lust boyfriend as during sex she was riding him and in her ecstasy lost her control. She tried to calm the fire that was raging between her thighs with dildos and fingers but there was no satisfaction for her. She needed her naked body to make contact with another one to feel the pleasure and the excitement of sex.

It was afternoon and Sarah was preparing to have a shower when someone knocked her door.

“Who could it be and why haven’t I heard footsteps? The only close neighbors there are a couple miles away and they come to their cabin only in summer. My family knows my place but always call before they visit,” Sarah thought.

She put on her robe and scanned through the door. A woman was standing behind her door but for some reason her sight couldn’t make any other details. “Strange”, she thought and opened the door. Her eyes took in the scene. There was a tall very attractive woman with short cut hair, around the age of forty, dressed with a full leather tight black uniform with a zipper in her neck and knee high black spiked boots. After noticing her incredible body and the huge breasts, Sarah locked eyes with the woman.

“Good afternoon, is this the place of Sarah Jones?” the woman asked politely with thick foreign accent.

“Well, yes! How may I help you?” Sarah replied with a little unease in her voice, her senses warned her about this person

“Oh! I’m very happy to finally meet you. I’m looking for you for a long time Miss Jones. You caused me a lot of problems during the last five years.”

“Excuse me, and you are? ” Sarah cut her off, her unease increasing. Something was bothering her but she couldn’t make out what.

“How impolite from me, where are my manners. I’m Tatiana Cunt but you might know me as the Baroness, Lady Comet.

Sarah’s surprise was such that cost her valuable seconds to react as two things happened instantly. Baroness grabbed her from her robe and kissed her, as their lips met for an instant the Baroness’ tongue lashed out and touched her own. The power inside Comet stared. Her entire body trembled as an electric current passed through her, her shock grew even bigger when a punch landed on her jaw. Her last thoughts before she flew crushing to the far wall were, “The perfume, the thick accent, the huge breasts, how did I miss all that?”

What Sarah could not have known was that The Baroness had injected herself five days bursa escort bayan ago with the formula under the protests of her scientist and the frightened eyes of her bodyguards. She gave strict orders in case something went wrong to transfer all of her assets to her sister with the note that she would be obligated to avenge her demise and the person responsible. She also ordered Comet’s picture and true identity to be sent to every criminal of the city along with the newspapers. But first she wanted to meet with her up close. She was staring at the picture of the beautiful woman under the mask.

“So you Sarah Jones are the famous Lady Comet, damn it, a fucking secretary is the reason that I am in this shitty situation. So sit tight in your isolated cabin, nobody will hear your screams, bitch. You’re quite a catch, I must admit, I might play with you a little before I end you,” the Baroness thought as the fluid run through her veins. The first two days her entire body was burning, she trembled, she was full of sweat, she couldn’t move, when finally she fainted. The third day she opened her eyes.

“Mistress are you ok? You had us worried,” her bodyguard said as four scientists ran to her bed and started to check her readings.

“Get off me now!” the Baroness screamed as she stood up. Everyone in the room stepped back in fear. Her naked body had a faint purple glow. She went to her bedroom wall and punched it. Her fist penetrated the concrete wall like a paper. She turned her intense gaze to the people in the room. “Leave now,” she whispered. The last two days she spent testing her powers which in her disappointment were only three. Her supernatural strength and her speed and the way she was looking at the environment around her, like she was watching through the life force of people, animals and even plants. Nobody could explain that. This sight would appear suddenly and then return to normal. There was no super hearing, she couldn’t levitate or call forth energy beams. A mystery for herself and her scientists was the faint purple glow that appeared a few times and nobody could explain.

One side effect was that her sexual urges were intensified in such a rate that she could barely control them. She fucked men and women in such numbers and intensity that all of her sexual partners couldn’t take anymore, she played with herself and with her huge dildos but her satisfaction was little. She was always close to an orgasm without achieving it, she felt like she was trying to stop a tsunami. Her pussy always burned with need, her nipples were hard as rock, although despite all these things, her determination and lust for vengeance against Lady Comet overcame these side effects. She felt revitalized and ready for the fight. She started walking from her Villa and when there was nobody around she began running with supernatural speed in the woods towards the isolated cabin of Lady Comet.

When she approached the cabin her sexual urges became suddenly so intense that she was on the edge of losing every control. She could barely walk.

“Damn it! I must do this.” She said to herself and after taking some long breaths she managed to put her sexual need under control. When she knocked at the door and a beautiful blonde dressed in a short white robe opened it she was impressed. She calmed her voice and introduced herself. The expression in Lady Comet’s face when she told her that she knew her true identity surprised and shocked the blonde woman, and that was the time the Baroness needed to act. Then her suppressed sexual tension came to surface once more and pushed her to kiss Lady Comet. When their lips met and their tongues touched for a brief moment, her entire body arched in pleasure, she felt supercharged, it was like something entered her with the kiss and filled her, it was like a small orgasm, a taste of sexual bliss but it was so short. She came back to her senses and immediately punched the confused blonde heroine as hard as she could and with satisfaction saw her body flying to the other side of the house and crashing into a wall.

Lady Comet took a moment to stand up. She looked behind her at the cracked wooden wall. Then she turned her gaze upon the arch villain. Her blue eyes were burning with hatred. The Baroness’ body started to glow in a purple light.

“You demented bitch, what have you done? Where did you find this kind of strength?” Comet asked in a voice full of rage.

“Well it’s simple Lady Whore, first I couldn’t allow you to stick your nose into my business and second I wanted what you have and when I want something I just take it. Now you’ll pay for what you’ve done to me. I might show you some mercy in the end and just fuck you for a while before I end the legend of the Lady Slut,” the Baroness replied in a mocking voice.

“I’ll give you one more chance to surrender or you will feel my wrath. Whatever you’ve done you’re no match for me, soon you’ll be under chains in the deepest hole and you’ll beg for the light of day. You’re just a petty criminal with dreams of grandeur,” Lady Comet said as she ripped off her robe and called forth her power. Now her eyes and her naked body were glowing with the power that the comet bestowed upon her. She extended her glowing fists as she prepared to use her power to end the villainess once and for all.

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I am so wet. I feel like a fountain has just erupted from my pussy. Hannah was slowly kissing down my body. “I can’t believe we are doing this.” She responded with “Believe it Baby!” before she sunk her face into my hot pussy.

I woke up panting and sweating. My pussy was wet and my hand was tucked inside it. Oh my God, I just had a sex dream with my best friend. I’ve never really looked at her like that before but now I am getting wet again just thinking about her. What is wrong with me? I can’t do this; my best friend can’t turn me on!

I was so wrapped up in my own head as I walked towards the bathroom that I didn’t even pay attention to my Mom talking to me. I almost tripped over the laundry basket in the middle of the hallway. My Mom laughed and asked what was going on with me. I just shrugged and told her I was tired. God, I could never tell her what was really going on. My Mom and I are close but not that close. I quickly ran into the bathroom leaving my Mom still laughing in the hallway. I felt like I was going to loose it.

I jumped into the warm shower and tried to relax. I was still so horny and couldn’t get the image of my dream out of my head. I decided I should masturbate and release all the built up tension. I was so turned on that I filled my hand with hot cum in seconds. I finished my shower and got ready for work. I then became worried that I would have to spend the day with Hannah at work. How was I going to look at her ever again without wanting to jump her? This was going to be a long day.

I got in my car and began the 15-minute drive to work. My cell chirped and I knew it was Hannah. She always calls me before work and we chat while we drive. I took a deep breath and said “Hello?” I heard that familiar laugh mixed with “What do you mean hello? Frani you better know who this is!” She was the only one who called me Frani. I loved it. I laughed it off and said of course. She picked up that something was wrong and began to try to pry it out of me. I assured her that I was just tired, which is becoming my common lie today. She was really talkative and I was glad. I wasn’t really listening to what she was saying, instead I was thinking of how sexy her voice sounded. “Stop! You are doing it again!” I said to myself. I tried to relax by taking some deep breaths as I pulled into my space. “Time to start the day Baby girl!” I quivered just hearing her say that. We hung up and I took a few deep breaths before getting out of the car.

God, she was beautiful! She was dressed in sexy skirt that hit about mid-thigh. Her legs were so long and slender. Her top was fitted to her body and showed off her beautiful breasts. I knew she was a 34B but never noticed how beautiful they were. Her hair was styled in a light wave with her face framed in shiny blonde hair. She was normally around 5’4 but had 3 inch heels on that made her legs look even better. I wanted to taste her right there in the parking lot. I got a hold of myself and gave a big smile. I had to act as normally as possible.

She looked me up and down and said, “Wow Hun, you look good today!” Why is she torturing me like this? Has she always been this flirty with me or am I taking it the wrong way. “Good to know” was all I could get out. I had to find a way to keep away from her. bursa escort I was racking my brain and didn’t even remember that I had the keys to the store. She laughed the way my Mom had earlier and asked if I was with it today. I nodded and unlocked the door. “How about you work out front today and I will focus on the paper work in the office. Sound good?” She gave me a look but agreed. Normally we both work out front even when the store is empty. We just spend the day chatting. Today, I don’t think I could handle it. I quickly walked to the office and closed the door.

I busied myself with boring paperwork as much as I could. I could see out into the front of the store. I couldn’t help but watch Hannah move around the store fixing the clothing displays. I could see her round, perfect ass. I was just going nuts in my chair. I could feel I was really wet again. I looked at the clock and realized a few hours had passed. We would be closing for lunch soon and I had to get some kind of release. I went into the bathroom to masturbate before having to go to lunch with Hannah. If I didn’t, I could never sit through lunch with her sitting before me.

Without me knowing, Hannah had decided to close for lunch early. She went to the office to find me but saw it was empty. I guess she assumed I was in the bathroom and came right it. I forgot to lock the door. There I was naked from the waist down with my legs spread on the loveseat in the bathroom. My hand was vigorously moving around my clit as I was approaching orgasm. I didn’t even know she was there until I heard her gasp. I looked up and saw her standing in the doorway with her mouth wide open. I just froze.

She started to smile and said, “Well miss Frani, don’t stop because of me.” I can’t believe she wants me to continue. I still hadn’t moved and just stared at her, not sure what I should do. “Keep going! I’ve always wanted to watch a girl get herself off.” Was I dreaming again? Could this really be happening? I slowly started to move my hand again but never taking my eyes off of her. She told me to close my eyes and I obeyed. Just knowing she was watching was making me hot. I could feel myself getting wet again and was starting to get into it. I pushed my shirt up and pulled my breast out of my bra. In some way I almost forgot she was there and began to pinch my nipple. I heard a moan and realized again that I wasn’t alone. I looked up and saw Hannah With her hand down her skirt and her head flipped back. I got hotter.

“Mmmmm. Ohhh Hannah” I moaned her name by accident but I was so turned on I didn’t even care. I was still working my clit and grabbing my breast. I suddenly felt a warm mouth over my nipple. My eyes flew open to see Hannah kneeling next to me with my nipple being sucked into her mouth and her hand still down her skirt.

“Mmmm. OOOHH!!” I yelled as she bit my nipple, but not in pain but extreme pleasure. I looked over to see Hannah taking her shirt and bra off. He beautiful breasts bounced free and I just had to touch them. I took her breast into my hand and played with her nipple. She groaned in pleasure and whispered my name.

I jumped as I felt her slide a finger into my dripping wet pussy. There was no fighting it, as it felt so good! I surprised myself by screaming out “OH Baby, fuck my pussy! Shove those fingers in me!” She pushed a second escort bursa finger in and fucked me faster and faster.

“OOOOOHHH YES!! OH GOD! OOOOOHHHHHHHH!!” I screamed as cum shot all over Hannah’s arm and my orgasm ripped through my body. I lay there still quivering from my amazing orgasm. I gave a smile and just sighed. I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

I heard Hannah get up and say “Damn Frani, that was a big orgasm.”

“Because of you. You make me so hot.” I heard myself but it didn’t even register that I had really said it. I was still bathing in the how great that orgasm had felt. I heard that familiar sound of clothing dropping to the floor and opened my eyes. There stood Hannah, completely naked and all I could do was gasp. Her body was sexier then I had even imagined.

Hannah kneeled in front of the couch and smiled. She whispered, “Sit up and face me.” I did as she said starting to wonder what she was going to do. She continued to whisper, “Frani, you are so sexy. Your body is amazing.” She lifted my shirt above my head and took off my bra. My other breast bounced as it was freed. She cupped them in her hands and slowly licked my nipples.

“Mmmmm. Hannah, I’ve wanted you all day! Every move you made got me so hot. OHHH. Oh wow, that is so good!”

She smiled at me before spreading my legs open. I felt a wave of wetness drip out of my pussy. She hovered her face just above it and gently blew on my clit. I jerked in response and let out a loud moan, “OHHH! Please! I want you so bad!!”

She just continued blowing before slowly separating my pussy lips with her tongue. She worked it into my slit. Her mouth filled with cum from my last orgasm.

She pulled her head out and chirped, “You taste amazing! Your cum is so sweet I just want to eat you all up!”

With that she dove back in and moved her tongue deeper inside my cunt. She began fucking me with her tongue. Moving it in faster and deeper while swirling it all around. I let out a scream, “OOOHHH! OHH Baby! OHH GOD! PLEASE!” I begged her while as I tried to move my hips towards her face. I wanted her mouth on my clit so bad. She gave in and took my bulging clit into her mouth while inserting two fingers into my pussy. I was so wet and full of cum they went right in.

I begged her again. “FASTER! HARDER! OHH P-PLEASE! I want it more!!” She did as I asked and sucked on my clit as much as she could. Her fingers pounded inside me like they wanted to barrel through. I could feel my orgasm coming up fast and knew I was ready to explode.

“It’s coming. I’M CUMING! I’M CUUUUUMIIIINNNNGGGG!!” With that I covered her face in cum as it squirted from my twitching pussy. She lapped it up and swallowed every last drop.

I tried to catch my breath as she moved up my body and kissed me. I tasted my juices for the first time on her lips. It really was sweet and so was her mouth. Her full, soft lips finally touching mine. This is what I had been thinking of all day and I still wondered if I was dreaming. She looked me in the eyes and said, “We have the store to ourselves for the next hour, want to keep going?” My dream was now reality. I had such a craving to taste her pussy. I wanted it more then I ever wanted anything. I reached down to feel her pussy. It was so warm and wet. I slipped a finger inside and she moaned. I whispered, bursa escort bayan “Oh yeah but now, it is your turn. Sit on the couch, I want your pussy!”

She giggled and I could see the excitement on her face. She quickly took a seat on the couch as I moved to the floor. I returned my finger to her pussy only this time inserting two into her wet cunt. She moaned and thrust her hips against my hand. I knew she wanted it deeper so I shoved them in as deep as they would go.

“OOHH!” she screamed as I rubbed that ever so sensitive spot inside her hole. I removed my fingers and replaced them with my tongue. She moved her hips against my face forcing my tongue deeper. She tasted heavenly. She was so creamy and sweet. I could eat her all day. I couldn’t wait for her to cum to get a nice mouthful.

I licked up and down her slit and then fucked her with my tongue again. She was wiggling around on the couch moaning. She screamed, “FUCK ME FRANI! FUCK ME HARDER!” I obliged and moved my mouth to her clit and replaced my tongue with my two fingers. I sucked her protruding clit into my mouth and flicked it around with my tongue.

“OHHHHHHHH! AHHH! OOOHHHH YES!!” she yelled through the bathroom. I could tell she was already getting close so I kicked it into full swing. I shoved a third finger into her soaked pussy as I nibbled her clit. This sent her over the edge and she wailed, “OHH GOD FRANI!! I’M CUMING! OH GOD I AM CUMING! FFFFUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!” I loved hearing her dirty talk as she shot cum into my mouth filling it with the sweet juice. Her pussy contracted against my fingers deep inside her. I swallowed and licked up all her cum as she did for me. I wanted every last drop. I removed my fingers and sucked them dry. She tasted so good!

I moved onto the couch next to her and we cuddled as we kissed. We held this position for a while just pressed against each other. Hannah finally broke the silence and said, “We should get cleaned up. We have to re open the store in a few minutes.” I knew she was right but I didn’t want this to end and told her so.

She laughed and said, “Who said it had to end? There is no way we aren’t doing this again!” I smiled and kissed her again. Then I remembered that I had the house to myself tonight since my parents were going out and wouldn’t be back until morning. I jumped up from the couch and said, “Then you are coming to my house after work. The house will be empty and we can do whatever we want all night.”

She giggled and squealed, “OOH so I get to taste that sweet pussy again!” She did just that at my house that night. We both had so many orgasms that we just passed out naked on my bed.

I awoke the next morning with her hand around my pussy. She grinned and said, “YAY! You’re awake. Spread those legs and give me some cum!” I did as she asked as she plunged two fingers deep inside me.

I loudly moaned, “MMMMMMMM! OHH YES BABY!”

With that, we became lovers but still best friends. Who better to explore your sexuality then your best friend? We had sex at work, at my house and hers. Once, we even did it in the car. We wanted each other so much that we totally lost interest in guys. We introduced vibrators and dildos into our sessions.

We crave each other’s pussy when we are not together. A few months after the first hook up, we moved into a two-bedroom apartment together. The second bedroom just held my clothes and stuff, but I never slept in there. We always slept together in her room so we could have each other whenever we wanted.

No one knows of our affair. Well, now you do. Want to come join?

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Natalya and I had been dating for a little while, and I couldn’t believe how happy this girl made me. She is truly a wonderful person, I was in love.

One day, I was on my way to class when my phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey.”

“Where are you?”

Thinking this was a silly question because she knew where I was going, I answered anyway.

“On my way to class. Why?”

“Because I got out of class early and I was wondering if you wanted to swing by and…”

“Oh! So this is a booty call? You should think less of sex and…”

“You think of sex just as much as me! So, come back home, ’cause you know you want to.”

I really did, but I decided to play with her.

“I do not, and I’d be willing to put my money where my mouth is.”

“What?”

“I’m willing to bet that you can’t hold out longer than I can.”

“Oh really,” she said, laughing, “You got a deal. Now all we need is some parameters. How long are we goin’ for?”

“As long as it takes, first to cave wins; loser buys dinner.”

“Okay. You’re on; have a nice day!”

“You too, sweetie. Bye”

I hung up the phone wondering why I had even bet her. She is the sexiest woman alive!

Though the ‘bet’ started as something cute to spice things up, it became a very real competition. Everyday, I’d see her, and want to just lay her out where she stood, but didn’t. I’m sure she felt the same way. I’d see the way she looked at me when I liked my lips and the way she’d watch me move around the room. I don’t know what made us deny ourselves like that, but it lasted for a month.

When it comes to academics, Natalya and I are bursa sınırsız escort opposites, I loved English and Math, she did well in Social Studies and Science. So, we tutor each other. Midterms were coming up and as usual, we were helping each other as much as we could. I was helping her with Math.

“You commin’ over to tonight, right?” She asked, giving me this quick look that said she wasn’t talking about school. But, as quickly as it came, it was gone. So, I told myself I was just imagining things, that I just really needed some.

“Yeah, you still need help on those problems?”

“What? … Oh…Yeah…math. See you there.” She shot me that look again, and walked away.

Now am I mistaking, or did she just tell me to come over and not study with her? I sure hoped so! That night, I decided that I wanted to end the bet, I needed to end the bet, or I might have emploded. Before going, I put on a little ‘treat’, well, a big treat — a ten inch treat to be exact. Just incase I got the opportunity, I would be ready.

I walked over to her room and knocked on the door, books in hand. Nat answered the door, and my jaw dropped. She was wearing my favorite outfit, these little pink shorts and a matching tank top. It looked so sexy on her. I looked down then up, taking in her long legs (freshly shaven), round behind, thin waist, beautiful breasts.

I looked at her, sure I must have been melting at her door.

“A — Are you ready?”

“Oh yeah, I’m ready”

With that, she turned and walked to her desk — giving me a view of that bottom — and sat down, crossing her legs.

I walked in, telling myself that bursa üniversiteli escort I needed to maintain composure. I sat down, opened the book attempted to start the study session.

“What problems did you have trouble with? Baby, what probles? Natayla.”

I look up and she’s watching me like a piece of meat, biting the end of her pen, looking so good.

“Um, the one’s like number three.”

“Okay, these can be worked out easier if you think of them in terms of…”

She got up and walked around the desk to where I was sitting, and all I could do was watch as she sat on top of the desk in front of me, her legs on either side of me.

“I think its time for a break, don’t you?”

“Uh huh.”

“Good. Pick me up.”

As if by someone else’s control, I stood up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I picked her up and she motioned to the bed. I obediently brought her to the bed and laid her down. She pulled me down on top of her. And we started kissing. That one kiss opened a flood gate. Soon we were pulling and groping and rubbing. I wanted her so bad, I could taster her. I pushed a finger in her, and she moaned, holding me closer. I was shock by how wet she was.

“Did I do this to you, baby?” I asked, pushing deeper in.

“Yessss” she said through clenched teeth.

After a second, I pushed in a second, she was raking her nails down my back and moaning. I was beside myself watching her.

She reached down my body, and found my strap-on. When her hand wrapped around it, her eyes got wide, and she started ripping at my bursa anal yapan escort belt, my button, then my zipper. Soon, she had my pant open and half way down my legs. How she did that so fast, I will never know. I stepped back and out of my pants. I looked at her on that bed, hair spread out over the pillow, eyes pools of lust, legs open, waiting. I climbed back on top of her and started kissing her again. Soon, she was pulling my waist toward her.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want…you…to…ahhhh!”

I pressed her clit roughly.

“To what, baby?”

“I want you to fuck me! Now!”

I pressed the head just outside her hole.

“You sure?”

“Oooooo yes, baby. I want you now.”

I pushed just the head in and her eyes flew open. She looked me in my eye, the expression on her face so intense.

“More.” She nearly growled.

My plan was to go slow, tease her, but that didn’t work out. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I slammed it into her, giving her all I had. She screamed and wrapped her legs around me, locking me in. We worked in rhythm; in and out, over and over. I felt like I was floating. Natalya’s mother is half Spanish, and she spent her childhood in Spain. My favorite thing to hear when I’m with her is when she starts speaking Spanish. This time, I was blessed to hear to beautiful syllables.

We were in a frenzy. I could feel myself teetering on the edge, and I knew she was close too. I love watching her cum. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. This time was no exception, she held a little tighter and gave one last cry. I followed a second later. We floated above ourselves for a moment and came back down. When I opened my eyes, she was laying right there, looking beautiful.

“So, who won the bet?” She asked, laughing.

“I think we both did, cause that was amazing.” I said, spent.

We fell asleep like that, tangled into each other. We woke up in the night and did it again, each time as good as the last.

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She agreed to take me late at night, I had a surprise interview the following day. I had been going to her for four years and we had always been flirtatious with each other, in a playful way. She was about ten years my senior, very pretty, and sweet. Her strong hands always titillated me the way she would be tolerably rough the way she jerked my head around and pulled my hair when cutting and washing it.

Usually, she’d say something about how beautiful I was, followed by me saying I was thinking about going gay for her, or something silly like that. I did remember last time she cut my hair she actually kind of actually hit on me, so needless to say when I got to the salon and it was just me and her, there was some mild tension.

When she drew all the shades and locked the door my knees weakened and my pulse rose. She shampooed my hair thoroughly, telling me my body was amazing and if she was a guy she would fuck me senseless. I just laughed, but while she was rinsing, all bursa escort of the sudden I was soaked. Not necessarily just my pussy, but she had sprayed my whole body with the hot water.

“Oh, Jeez. My bad. We have a dryer, I’ll take care of you.” She stripped off my top and bra, then got on her knees and pulled off my sneakers, sweatpants, and underwear. She retreated to the back leaving me there totally exposed, and helpless as to what I should, and could, do. I heard a dryer start, and it relaxed me some, but I still had (almost) no idea where this was headed.

She came back and wrapped a towel around my hair, but she also covered my eyes with it and leaned my head back into the sink. Hot water again poured all over my body. I didn’t move. I hadn’t put my body, that does look custom built for sex, to its purpose for far too long and tonight I was hers. She began scrubbing me with some exfoliating body scrub that was gritty and felt fucking heavenly when she rubbed bursa ucuz escort my nipples with it. When she moved both of her hands to my pussy with it, I spread my legs wide and lifted my feet from the floor, clearing her for takeoff.

After she almost got me off with her hands and that scrub I was certainly buying later, she again sprayed me, but this time focused the shower nozzle on my thumping, bald pussy. Apparently, she intended to mop the floor later. I actually backed up, pushing myself up and into the fucking sink for her, it felt like this was how she was gonna make me come.

She stopped when I was almost there, and took me with her mouth, ravaging me with her pretty lips and tongue for a few minutes, She lapped at my pretty vulva like a dog that had found an ice cream cone, saying “Mmmm, so good,” before switching back to the hot water. When she turned the nozzle from shower to massage, I lost my fucking mind. I almost bursa elit escort fell out of the sink twice, before she pinned me to the wall, and tortured my clit and canal with the hot water cock for who knows how long. Time stopped having a meaning the second time she soaked me in the chair.

“I’ve wanted to do this to you every time I’ve washed your hair since you turned eighteen,” she said as she ran the impromptu sex device up and down over my engorged clit and puckering opening. As she pressed it against me, her tongue invaded my throat. It felt like a bear was searching my esophagus for honey.

“Oh my God! Don’t stop!” I screamed as I desperately tried to fuck the nozzle, rolling my hips and pushing my throbbing pussy into it. I made a mental note to stop by a bath showroom on the way home to check out their handheld shower tools.

As I began to turn into a puddle like the large one forming at her feet, my body began to convulse and quake. I cried in exquisite pleasure, some word that was new to me and I believe meant something to the tune of, “Holy fuck, I do believe I am going to explode right now.”

After I came so hard that I thought I may faint, she kissed me and said. “So, how short do you wanna go with your hair tonight, sweety?”

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