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It is one of those hot humid nights. All the windows are open in my apartment, but the air seems to be still. I am wearing my black yoga stretchy shorts and a halter-top in red. My clothes feel sweaty, probably still from yoga, but also from the intense heat. I wish I had a pool to jump into, maybe a cold shower will cool me down.

I clean up the dinner plates and throw away the scraps into the bin bags. The bag is full so I tie it up and take it to the rubbish disposal room across the floor outside my apartment. In the disposal room there is this little door that you open to throw the rubbish in and the rubbish passes through to an incinerator in the basement of the building.

I am in the disposal room and in walks a girl about 18 years old, with dirty blond hair down to her shoulders. In her hands is her rubbish. Noticing her embarrassment I took it that she did not expect to see anyone out here. She probably thought that she would quickly dash through to this room next to her apartment and would be back in her apartment before anyone else was out on the floor. She was wearing a white nightie, which looked very short, barely covering her ass and made of ultra thin cotton, the right thing for this weather. It was one of those numbers that you never leave your bedroom in.

I said “hi,” as I exited the room and walked back to my apartment. As I was about to go back inside my apartment, I heard footsteps behind me.

“Hi again, I just did something really stupid. I have locked myself out of my apartment. Would you mind if I come in and use your phone to call a locksmith,” she rattled off in a panic.

I said “sure,” feeling sorry for her.

As I opened my apartment door she introduced herself, “by the way I am Sandy,” I moved in next door last week”

I replied, “Nice to meet you, I am Rachel, I have been staying here for a year now.”

I showed Sandy the telephone as I fetched her a yellow pages directory. As she stood by my side table looking in the directory for a locksmith I noticed that her white nightie was see through. From the back I could clearly see the line of her ass, and her ass cheeks. She had no panties on. She had a nice figure, was very petite, maybe 5-foot height, but had thin legs and a tiny round ass, the type we all envied. I felt bad for looking over her. Had she been dressed like this in other circumstance I would have thought of her as a little slut, but she was in her own apartment and didn’t intend others to see her this way.

She finished on the phone and I offered her something to drink. She followed me into the kitchen and stood in front of me as I poured us both drinks.

She said” its so hot tonight, it must be over 40 degrees!”

“Yeah. I wish I had a pool I hate the feeling of always being sweaty and my clothes clinging to me,” I said giving her the drink.

I looked at her and noticed now that her breasts were showing right through the cotton, and then I noticed that her pubic hairs also showed through.

Sandy noticed me looking and said” I sleep in this, its really good for hot weather. It’s not really going out material” and then she smiled embarrassingly.

Sandy said the locksmith promised he would be here within the hour.

“Do you mind me waiting in here for the locksmith,” she asked me.

“No of course not. Lets go sit down,” I told her.

We sat down on the couch.

“Did you go for a run?” Sandy asked me looking at how I was dressed.

“No, I went to yoga, have you ever tried it?” I asked her.

“No, but I work as a masseuse in a yoga studio across town” she replied.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea as sometimes one overdoes it at Yoga, trying to stretch before the body is ready for it and you end up straining muscles. I sort of hurt my hip tonight at Yoga, trying to do something new.” I told her.

Sandy jumped in “Hips! That is the most common problem I get at work, everybody tries to improve their flexibility but don’t realise it takes time and end up injuring themselves. A bit of massage generally helps relieve the pain. Do you want me to look at it?”

I was embarrassed to make Sandy work. It was about 10PM now and still incredibly hot and humid.

“No, I can’t make you work now, you are probably tired” I said.

“Come on, we have to wait for the locksmith anyway and I am sure I can help you. You are being really kind helping me out now so come on…” Sandy insisted.

“Ok” I said smiling. Sandy then instructed me to lie on the couch facing down.

“Where is your pain exactly,” she asked.

“I have a burning pain in my left tuzla escort hip like radiating out of my but, it feels like I may have pulled a muscle, I answered.

I then felt Sandy sit down on my legs. She had both her hands together and started kneading my left butt on top of my lycra yoga shorts. Each time she pushed in and then held the pressure, moving around to find my painful area. She asked me if I had pain each time.

Suddenly I felt the spot. “Yes, that’s it” I shouted.

“Do you have any oil to massage the area” she asked me.

“Yes, in my bathroom next to the sink. Hold on a sec, I will get it” I said.

I gave her the bottle of almond oil and she started rubbing my lower back. I felt the warmth of the oil and the pressure of her palms.

“I need to move your shorts to get to the area where the pain is,” Sandy said.

I felt her fingers pulling down my shorts. She was struggling as my shorts were the skin tight lycra fit. I lifted my hands to help her and I pulled them down my butt a little. I remembered that I didn’t have a g-string on as I normally wear these lycra shorts without panties. Panties just pull in and make it uncomfortable when stretching.

Sandy was trying again to massage the right area, but it still seemed to be covered by my shorts.

“I can’t get to your hip joint, would you mind taking your shorts off” she asked me.

Before I could answer I felt her hands grasp the lycra shorts and peel them off my butt and down my legs. She then pulled them off my feet. I felt awkward having another women so near to me and me being stark naked, but then I thought that this was OK as she is a professional and this is what she does. I then felt a whole lot of oil drop onto my butt cheeks followed by her hands. She now rubbed her fingers deeply, right into the sore spot. It felt so good. The heat on my muscles and joints was therapeutic and I forgot about my inhibitions and started to relax.

I then felt Sandy’s weight bear down on my thighs. I realised that I was feeling a warm spot on my thigh and that I could feel little hard hairs. I remembered that she was not wearing undies, so either I felt cotton or flesh. It felt warm and it felt soft. She then moved as she massaged a different spot. I felt her pubic hair rub against my thigh. She was doing a great massage, quite deep and she had the exact spot. I thought to myself that Sandy probably didn’t realise that her body was making contact with mine and she needed to balance herself so I just left it.

Sandy then said that she needed to get to the hip joint from the side so she was turning around. She turned around to face my legs and she stood above my ass with her knees on either side. She then continued kneading my thighs and hips lifting my legs to test the flexibility of my hips. She rotated them in and out and then she dropped my legs with my legs parted. I felt a bit uncomfortable, as I was naked. I was about to pull my legs together when she sat down on my ass. I felt her skin against mine. Her naked butt against mine as she leaned down to my legs and massaged oil up and down my thigh muscles and around my butt. She got up to fill her hands with more oil and then I felt her palms all oiled up pressing long strokes up and down the length of my thighs.

After a few minutes, I felt her thumb coming out at the top of the stroke. This all felt so good. I was falling asleep. The strokes got longer and went right up the inner part of my thigh leading to my butt, and then I felt her thumbs come out as before but this time they touched my labia and stroked up them and then up my butt cheeks as if not intended. My body awoke and I felt horny suddenly. I knew I should tell her I had had enough now and stop, but I lay down acting like I never knew what was happening and that she was probably totally unaware that her stroke had made contact with my pussy. The next stroke again came and her thumbs rubbed an arc with warm oil right up my folds across my pubic hair. I started feeling hot and sexually excited.

With each stroke I longed for the moment when her thumb came out and brushed up my folds. Each time I felt a pulsating throb course through my body. I lay there trying to control my breathing. I felt my heart beating faster and faster against the couch below. I did not want Sandy to realise that I was feeling these things. My instinct wanted to open my legs wider so that she can get easier access to my hot bubbling centre, but I just stayed calm and didn’t move an inch.

It was a few minutes now and Sandy now spoke” I think I should massage your back pendik escort now.”

She got up and stood infront of me as she went to get more oil from the bottle . She lifted the jar by the lid forgettign that she had left it loose and the whole jar fell. She quickly reached to catch it and the oil fell all over her.

She looked up at me saying shyly “Oh! I am really sorry!!.”

I looked at her. Her nighty was drenched with oil.

“Sandy, don’t worry about it, but you are now all soaked.” I said as I turned around.

I reached for my shorts to put them back on but I then thought I might as well change directly ito my PJ’s. I stood up and held my shorts in front of my pussy to cover me up as I stood up. Sandy was drenched in half a litre of oil.

“Sandy, let me get you something else to put on, you cannot stay in that.” I said, as we both walked towards my clothes cupboard.

Sandy was much shorter than I was. We stood next to each other while I opened my cupboard to find something for her to wear, meanwhile, Sandy lifted up her soaked nightie over her head and took it off. It was so strange having another girl in my bedroom, standing next to me by my cupboard, wearing nothing. She was not shy. She had these awesome little breasts, the type you neve need to wear a bra with. Small untanned white pink and round but with quite pronounced brownish nipples, which perked upwards. I don’t know what made me look at them. She had only a line of blonde pubic hair on her pussy, but was trimmed a lot.

I suddeny realised that I was ogling my neighbour and was jolted to reality.

“Oh yes, Sandy what do I have that may fit you?” , I rattled out hoping she was not aware that I had just looked her up and down.

Sandy’s hand reached out and pulled the lycra shorts from my hands into hers and said ” these would fit me just fine.”

I was exposed, and felt uncomfortable. I still had my crop top on but I had no bottoms on. I wanted to put my hand in front to cover my nakedness but I didn’t want to seem so shy. I faced my cupboard to find some panties. Sandy had put on my shorts, which fitted her, even though she was tiny as they were body fitting lycra. I did wear them and sweat in them at gym tonight, I thought to myself.

“As i was looking into my cupboard looking for a fresh clean pair of shorts to offer Sandy instead of my sweated out ones, I suddenly felt a warm body against my back.

“Here let me help you with the straps” Sand said.

She had her hands on the straps of my crop top, lifting them to help me remove my top. The warmth against my back were her breasts.

She lifted my top up and she put both hands around my front to lift up over my boobs. As she pulled my top upwards, her palm brushed right over my breasts. I have size C, largish round breasts and was always quite shy about them being so big for my body.

I had never felt a women touch my breasts before. I still was not sure if she had done so by mistake, but then my top was now over my head and I was pulling the straps off my arms, when her soft hands slowly and gently glided up my breasts again. I could feel her fingers opened wide and slightly parted. The feeling was exhilarating. My nipples hardened instantly to her touch. I felt a pang of heightened sexual stimulation course through my whole body. I actually even shook from the intensity of the feeling. I had never had a woman so close to me before, nor had I even wanted it, but something here, tonight, just led me to go with it.

My heart was beating like mad. I opened my mouth and my breath was audible. I was stuck in the moment and not sure what to do. I reached for the pair of beige panties in my cupboard. As I took them into my hands, Sandy walked in front of me. She put her hands around me as if to hug me. She was facing me now and I noticed her nipples were erect and stretched out about an inch. Mine never got that long. I looked at her and noticed her eyes were misty and dilated. I knew she was also excited. She had the look of lust in her eyes. I had never felt another womens breast before and I wanted to feel hers, now.

I lifted my palm up and I placed my hands against her little breasts. They were so soft. I rubbed my hand around cupping it and then I touched her nipple twitching it between my thumb and forefinger. It was red and as I did this Sandy let out a moan and swung her head backwards. She then pushed her body against mine. Our breasts were against each other, skin to skin. It felt so erotic.

We gazed at each other again and in our stare we both got carried maltepe escort away like a boat being carried away by a forceful stream. Suddenly we were kissing. Her lips open across mine. Our warm breath on each other. Her tongue vigorously tantalising and twisting against mine as I tasted her saliva. We broke for a second to get our breath back. I reached back and saw Sandy masturbating herself with her fingers pushing my lycra shorts that she was wearing. She was rubbing herself up and down her pussy on top of the shorts, pushing it into her pussy. It was all consuming. We both felt unsteady on our legs so we went to sit on the bed. I still had not got the panties on but I lost all care. I was naked and my pussy was visible. I had a lot of pubic hair having not shaved or waxed though winter.

Sandy still had her finger rubbing and she suddenly dropped on all fours next to the bed and she pulled my legs open and I felt her wet, warm mouth against my pussy. She licked my clit clenching it between her pursed lips. I felt a throb so great I screeched and put my hand in her hair and pulled it. I came instantly. She then sat up and put a finger into my wetness, and rubbed. I wanted to feel her pussy and I pulled the shorts down and off her legs. I then pulled her on top of me on the bed and I put both my hands around her tiny sexy ass and I pulled her into me. I stretched my hands around her ass and to her pussy from the back. I wanted to feel her pussy. I inserted two fingers and they slid into what felt like a warm and soaked hole. She was oozing juices, which made my fingers sticky. I was lost to this new experience. I felt her manoeuvre herself pushing her ass down into me so that my fingers would go deeper into her. She was rotating her hips and up and down fucking my fingers. I felt her vagina wall inside. She then suddenly arched back and stood up. My fingers were wet covered with her juices. I wanted to touch myself. She stood in front of me and put three of her fingers into her pussy while with the forefinger of her other hand she rubbed her clitoris vigorously pushing it in and out and up and down between her finger. I stood up and I got onto my knees in front of her and I put my lips against her clit and I took it into my mouth. It was big and swollen and red. I pulled and stroked it with my mouth and she whined and moaned. She held my head and pushed my face into it. She tasted salty and sexy and her juices flowed more and more down my chin. She started to convulse and she screamed loud. I knew she was coming. She shook and pushed my pelvis into me.

She went still, opened her eyes. Her hair was soaked and her whole body glistened with sweat. She sat down.

” This was the best orgasm I have ever had,” she said to me.

“Did you feel pleasure” she asked me.

“Yes, but it was so intense I came as soon as your mouth made contact with me” I told her being honest.

Both of us were sweated out and felt a need for a shower and a drink. She lifted up my shorts to put on and I noticed it had a line of white stain on the front. It was from Sandy’s pussy. She took it and held it.

“I am sorry, I will buy you new ones” She said embarrassed.

I replied “No don’t worry, I can wash it.”

The doorbell rang. “Mrs Sandy, I am the locksmith.”

Shit!, I need something to wear” Sandy shouted in a panic.

I quickly opened my gym drawer and through her a top and bottom. She pulled them on. It was a baby blue lycra shorts and matching crop top. She was gone in an instant to open the door.

I put on a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt and went out to see if everything was ok.

The locksmith was trying all sorts of metal devices to open her door. I stood behind and I looked at my new friend. Her ass looked so sexy in the blue lycra shorts. The way the material pulled into her tight ass like a second skin, and as she bent forward I could see the outline of her pussy lips form behind. I wanted more…

I stood behind her and knowing the locksmith was focused on the door I put my hand on her ass and felt the soft material contour her butt. I was being very daring. I turned my pal to face upwards and I with my middle and forefinger I pushed through her ass crack and around touching her pussy from behind. She almost jumped. She quickly turned around, giving me a look. I backed up, and then feeling a bit hurt told her I was going back to my apartment.

I went back inside and went to my bed, lay on it, and I took my lycra shorts that had her pussy juices stained on them. The stained wetness was still visible and felt moist. I put it close to my nose and smelt her musky smell as I touched myself. I came a few times just thinking of Sandy.

Any other straight women who have experienced something like this happen to them please email me and tell me about it. I want to know I am not the only woman to give in to such a wild experience.

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Recap

Life has a funny way of changing on us when we least expect it. Jessica’s life was completely turned upside down when she caught her boyfriend Mark cheating on her with Emily Fernandez. She didn’t blame Emily for what had happened though. After all if her Mark had truly loved her he wouldn’t have cheated on her no matter what. As it had turned out he had lied to Emily by telling her that he had broken up with Jessica. As if that hadn’t been crazy enough Jessica had become lovers and fallen in love with her best friend Jenny’s mom Kelly. Kelly had also fallen in love with her as well. The only bad part about that was that it had almost cost her friendship with Jenny. In an ironic turn of events, it was Emily Fernandez who ended up saving Jessica and Jenny’s friendship. Jenny had only gone to Emily’s house to talk to her about the situation between Jessica and her mom and almost unbelievably Jenny and Emily ended up having sex with each other. Whether it was the talk they had or the love making they shared, or a combination of the two, it caused Jenny to look at things differently and she decided to try and be more accepting of her mom and Jessica’s relationship while exploring one of her own with Emily.

Part 1

Jenny was smiling as she pulled into Emily’s driveway to pick her up for school. Emily must have been waiting for her because as soon as Jenny put her car in park Emily came out the front door and hopped in the car with her. They greeted each other with a quick kiss on the lips before Jenny pulled out of the driveway and drove them to school. Since they didn’t have any classes together, the two girls made plans to have lunch together before going their separate ways for the morning. Jenny went to homeroom where she sat at her normal table and waited for Jessica to show up. Before long, Jessica entered the room and seeing Jenny sitting at their normal table caused her to smile. Jessica sat down at the table next to Jenny, her nervousness apparent in her every move.

“Hi,” she said hesitantly.

“Hi Jess. Look, I’m sorry about the way I acted. I’m still not used to the idea of you two being together and everything, but I’m willing to give it a shot,” Jenny said.

“Thank you. We really do love each other you know,” Jessica said.

“I was more hurt by the fact that you guys kept it from me than that you’re actually together,” Jenny said.

“I understand. We’re both sorry about that,” Jessica said.

“Well, I have to tell you something. I started seeing someone yesterday,” Jenny said.

“No way! Really?” Jessica said in total surprise.

“Yeah. We met in detention. I’ll introduce you at lunch,” Jenny said.

“Can’t you tell me who it is now?” Jessica asked eagerly.

“Nope,” Jenny said with a grin.

“Why not?” Jessica asked disappointedly.

“Payback’s a bitch,” Jenny said and her grin doubled in size.

“Fine. I guess I deserve that,” Jessica said with a small pout.

“Yep,” Jenny agreed, just as the bell rang sending them to their first class of the day.

Jessica tried asking Jenny about who she was seeing every chance she got, but Jenny was having too much fun keeping her in the dark. As the lunch bell rang, Jessica gave it one last shot, “Okay, it’s lunch time. Will you tell me now?”

“Nope. You just have to wait and see,” Jenny teased.

“Aw, come on, at least give me a hint about who he is,” Jessica pleaded.

“Who said it was a he?” Jenny said provocatively and giggled as Jessica’s jaw dropped at the implication of her words.

Jenny and Jessica got their food and Jessica tried to watch Jenny’s eyes for any hint as to who this guy or girl she was seeing could be, but the cafeteria was just too crowded.

“C’mon,” Jenny said, and led the way through the cafeteria to the table where Emily was waiting for her.

“Hey, I thought you’d never get here,” Emily said, as Jenny neared the table. “What’s the matter?” she asked Jessica, whose face clearly held a look of mingled surprise and disbelief.

“She just figured out who I’m dating,” Jenny said in explanation. The amused grin on her face clearly said she was having fun with the situation.

“I take it your surprised,” Emily said.

“Yeah, a bit,” Jessica said as her brain struggled to process this information.

“Disappointed? Upset?” Emily asked.

Snapping out of her shock Jessica said, “No, not at all. Just surprised that’s all. I just didn’t think Jenny…”

“Was into girls?” Jenny finished the sentence for her.

“Yeah,” Jessica replied.

“Neither did I. It just kinda happened, like you and mom I guess,” Jenny said.

“Well congratulations!” Jessica with a beaming smile and gave them both a quick hug.

“Thanks,” Emily and Jenny said together.

The three of them chatted while they ate their lunches until the bell rang signaling the end of the lunch period. The girls had a pretty uneventful day after that. Jessica went to swim practice and Jenny drove Emily home. nişantaşı escort

“Are you coming in?” Emily asked hopefully.

“Sure, I’d love to,” Jenny replied.

The girls went inside and after grabbing some drinks and snacks went into Emily’s room.

“I feel gross. I need a shower,” Emily said.

“Okay,” Jenny replied.

“Wanna join me?” Emily asked suggestively.

“Sure,” Jenny replied eagerly.

Both girls stripped out of their school clothes and Emily grabbed them each a towel as they headed into the bathroom attached to her bedroom. Emily started the water and adjusted the temperature before she and Jenny got in. The hot spray soothed their muscles as Emily took a bottle of soap and poured some onto her pink bath poof. Once she got it nice and sudsy she started rubbing it all over Jenny’s body, paying special attention to her breasts, pussy and ass. When she was done, Jenny rinsed off and happily took the poof from Emily giving her the same treatment. If her own body was any indication, Jenny knew Emily had to be getting pretty turned on by what they were doing because she sure was.

“Let’s hurry up and get out of here, I’m horny as hell and I want some of your pussy,” Emily said removing any doubts Jenny had about how she felt.

“Sounds good to me,” Jenny said, with a grin of anticipation.

The girls finished in the shower and hurried to dry themselves off before running back into Emily’s bedroom where they fell onto the bed together where they lustily embraced each other. Their tongues darted into each other’s mouth and swirled and danced around. Jenny pulled away and started kissing and sucking on Emily’s neck slowly working her way down to her large breasts until she found Emily’s hard nipple and flicked her tongue over it before sucking it into her mouth.

“Oh yes, that feels so good baby,” Emily moaned.

Jenny kissed and licked her way to Emily’s other nipple her fingers replacing her mouth on the abandoned one, pinching, pulling and twisting the hard knob while she licked, sucked and bit the other one.

“Oh yes, feels so good,” Emily moaned. “I want your pussy. Turn around so we can sixty-nine.”

Jenny did as she was asked and carefully straddled her lover’s head before lowering her wet pussy to her waiting mouth.

“Uh, ohhh!” Jenny gasped, as Emily’s tongue touched her pussy. She savored the feeling for a minute or two before lowering her head between Emily’s spread legs and licking her sopping wet pussy.

Whether it was because they were lost in their passion or because their ears were blocked by each other’s thighs neither girl heard the bedroom door open and were unaware of Emily’s mother walking into the room until she started yelling, “Oh my God! What in the world is going on here! This is disgusting! It’s perverse! I can’t believe my own daughter would desecrate my house like this!”

Both girls jumped apart and tried to cover the blankets from the bed. “Mom! What are you doing home already?” Emily asked in surprise.

“Never mind what I’m doing home young lady! What do you think you’re doing? This is against God!” Emily’s mother raged. “And you, who are you and what would your parents say if they found out about this?” she said to Jenny.

“I…Uh…,” Jenny stammered.

“She’s my girlfriend mom,” Emily cut in.

“Girlfriend? I’d say she’s more than a girlfriend. Young lady I think you need to leave and not come back young lady,” Emily’s mom said.

“Mom!” Emily pleaded.

“Don’t mom me young lady. If you’re going to be doing this kind of stuff in my house you can just get out too,” Her mom said.

“You’re kicking me out?” Emily asked in disbelief.

“If you’re going to live a life of sin and not repent to God I am,” her mom said. “Fornication is bad enough, but to be doing it with another girl is just disgusting! It’s an abomination! And if you’re going to keep doing it, you can just get out!”

Emily was in tears now and Jenny just sat in stunned disbelief. “Fine mom, I’ll leave. If you can’t love me for who I am then I’ll leave!,” Emily said. “Now get out so we can get dressed.”

“Fine, you and your perverted friend just get dressed and get out,” Emily’s mom said as she left the room and closed the door behind her.

As soon as Emily’s mom left the room, Jenny got on her cell phone and called her own mother, she quickly explained what had happened and then asked, “Can Emily stay with us?”

“Sure she can sweetheart. Emily can stay with us for as long as you want her to,” Kelly said.

“Really?” Jenny asked.

“Yes really,” Kelly said.

“Even if it’s like for a long time?” Jenny asked.

“Honey, as long as she needs a place to stay and you want her there she’s welcome in our home. Just pack up whatever she needs and bring it to the house. If there’s anything she wants that you guys can’t take then I’ll make arrangements with her parents to pick it up later. Okay?” Kelly said.

“Thanks atakoy eskort Mom. You’re the best!” Jenny said happily. Come on Ems, lets get your stuff packed my mom said you’re welcomed to stay with us for as long as you want to,” Jenny said.

“Really?” Emily asked hopefully. She had overheard Jenny’s part of the conversation, but hadn’t wanted to get her hopes up.

“Yep. My mom says its cool and to pack up whatever you need and anything you want that we can’t take she’s gonna make arrangements with your parents to pick up later. Now, let’s get going.” Jenny said, as she got dressed.

“Thanks Jen. You have no idea how much this means to me. I knew my parents wouldn’t approve of my sex life, but I never thought they’d kick me out of the house,” Emily said sadly.

In the next hour or so the girls had managed to fit the majority of Emily’s things in Jenny’s car with the exception of her bed and desk and were on their way to Jenny’s house where her mom met them and help them unload the car and bring Emily’s things inside, “Well, you have two options,” Kelly told Jenny while Emily was getting some of her things from the car. “She can either have the guest bedroom or she can share your room.”

“You mean it’s okay with you if Emily and I share my bed?” Jenny asked somewhat disbelievingly.

“Why not? I already know you two are having sex together and it’s not like either of you can get pregnant,” Kelly reasoned.

“Whoa, cool. I want her to stay in my room, but I’ll ask her what she thinks,” Jenny said excitedly.

Jenny ran out to her car to help Emily with her stuff and to tell her what her mom said.

“Really? Wow, cool. Um, I’d love to stay in your room with you,” she said hopefully.

“Great, that’s what I was hoping you’d say. Let’s bring your stuff up to our room,” Jenny said. The girls giggled and smiled as they started carrying Emily stuff up to the bedroom they now shared. After a few minutes, Kelly joined them and before long they had moved all of Emily’s things from Jenny’s car to the bedroom. When they were finished Kelly walked over to Emily and said, “Since you’re going to be living here with us you’re going to need these,” and handed Emily a copy of the house keys.

“Th-thank you Ms. Tay…”

“Call me Kelly,” Kelly interrupted.

“Okay, thanks Kelly,” Emily said happily. “Thanks for everything.”

“You’re very welcome sweetheart,” Kelly said. She just couldn’t understand how a parent could just discard their child like an old newspaper just because they didn’t agree with something she did. “Jessica’s coming over in a little while, why don’t the 4 of us go out for dinner.”

“Sounds like a deal to me,” Jenny said.

“Me too,” Emily agreed. “But I’m feeling kind of gross, I’ll have to take a shower first though.”

“Me too,” Jenny agreed.

“I think we all need a shower,” Kelly said. “Just don’t get too distracted, I’m kinda hungry and I don’t want to wait forever for dinner,” Kelly added sarcastically as she headed to her own bathroom.

Jenny and Emily grinned at each other guiltily and headed for their shower. It was about 30 minutes later when the three of them met back in the living room and were joined a few minutes later by Jessica. Kelly gave Jessica a quick welcoming kiss and then she and the other two girls filled her in on what had happened.

“Damn that sucks,” Jessica said.

“Yeah, well at least I have a nice place to stay thanks to Jen and Kelly,” Emily said gratefully. Jenny and Kelly flashed her warm smiles.

“So where are we going for dinner?” Jenny asked.

“A new place I heard of called Villa Romano. It’s supposed to have great food,” Kelly said.

“Sounds good to me,” Jenny replied.

“Me too.” Emily and Jessica agreed at the same time.

After a nice meal at Villa Romano, they returned home for some relaxation and conversation. “Okay Emily, since you’re going to living here I need to let you know the ground rules,” Kelly said.

“Okay,” Emily said.

“Rule number one; no illegal drugs of any kind. Rule number two; no boys or men can stay overnight. Rule number three; you have to do your fair share of chores around the house,” Kelly said.

“That’s it?” Emily asked.

“Yep,” Kelly replied.

“You’ve got a deal,” Emily agreed.

“Good, I’m glad,” Kelly said. “Now, how about a movie?” She said to no one in particular.

The girls all agreed and started discussing which movie to watch. “Okay, Jen you and Emily decide on a movie while Jess and I get the drinks and popcorn.”

“Alright mom,” Jenny replied as she got off the couch and waved Emily over to their DVD collection.

Jessica got out of her seat and joined Kelly in the kitchen while Emily and Jenny picked out a movie. She couldn’t help but feel a small stab of jealousy towards Emily. She had always been first in Jenny’s life and now that was Emily’s spot. It had to happen sooner or later, she had just figured it would ümraniye escort be with a boy, not another girl. But, then again, she had never pictured herself being in love with another woman either. She put those thoughts from her mind as she walked up behind Kelly as she pouring drinks for everyone and wrapped her arms around her hugging her tight.

“Mmmm. That feels nice baby,” Kelly said softly.

Jessica didn’t say anything she just snuggled her face into Kelly’s back.

“Is everything okay?” Kelly asked in concern.

“Yeah. I’m just enjoying the feel of you,” Jessica said.

Kelly turned around in Jessica’s arms and hugged her back before kissing her softly. “Are you sure you’re okay sweetheart?” Kelly asked.

“Yeah I’m good for now. It’s nothing that can’t wait until later,” Jessica replied with a smile.

“Okay, we got a movie,” Jenny called out from the other room.

“Okay, we’ll be out in a couple of minutes,” Kelly called back.

“Are you sure you’re okay? We could go upstairs and talk if you want?” Kelly said.

“Yeah I’m fine. Could, could I spend the night?” Jessica asked.

“I’d love for you to spend the night. The popcorn’s done. Why don’t you call your mom and let her know you’re staying while I take this stuff out,” Kelly said, as she poured the freshly popped popcorn in a bowl and set in on a carrying tray with their drinks.

“Okay,” Jessica said and walked over to the phone while Kelly carried the popcorn and drinks into the other room.

When Jessica walked into the family room, she found Jenny and Emily cuddled up together on the love seat while Kelly was waiting for her to join her on the sofa. Jessica happily cuddled up with Kelly on the sofa while Jenny started the movie. The movie wasn’t on for more than a half hour before both couples had started making out. Jenny and Emily were deep in a French kiss and caressing each other’s bodies oblivious to the fact that anyone else was in the room with them.

At the same time on the couch, Jessica and Kelly were busy going at it themselves. Jessica had straddled Kelly’s legs and was on top of her as they kissed and caressed each other’s bodies. Jessica was grinding herself against Kelly’s body as they kissed and Kelly kneaded Jessica’s small breasts. Jessica started moaning softly and her breathing became shallower, she was rapidly losing herself in the passion of the moment. If Kelly wanted to she could strip her naked and take her right here in front of Jenny and Emily and Jessica wouldn’t utter a word in protest.

“I think…pant… that we should take this…pant… to the bedroom,” Kelly said breathlessly.

“Oh…Pant…Kay,” Jessica replied just as breathlessly.

“Okay girls, Jessica and I are going upstairs. Enjoy the movie but don’t stay up too late. I know tomorrow’s Friday, but it’s still a school night,” Kelly said to Jenny and Emily.

“Okay Mom,” Jenny said patronizingly, knowing that Jessica and her mom would as, she and Emily watched Kelly and Jessica walk down the hall to Kelly’s bedroom. In less than five minutes, they heard the sounds of Jessica and Kelly’s passion coming from the bedroom.

Part 2

Kelly barely had time to close the bedroom door before Jessica was all over her. Kelly was taken by surprise by fierceness and urgency of Jessica’s lusty attack. It seemed like Jessica’s hands and mouth were almost everywhere at once as she all but ripped Kelly’s clothes from her body. Not completely sure how she got there Kelly found herself lying on her back on her bed naked with a ravenous Jessica between her legs devouring her pussy. She wasn’t sure what had made Jessica like this, but she sure wasn’t complaining about it either.

“Ohhh god! Oh Jessica! Oh Yes! Yes! Yessssss!” Kelly cried out, as Jessica sent her rocketing to a strong climax.

Kelly lay panting on the bed as she recovered from her orgasm, but Jessica was far from finished. She stood on the bed stripped out of her clothes and practically jumped on Kelly’s upturned face. Not one to deny herself the pleasurable taste of her young lover’s sweet pussy Kelly was about to grab onto Jessica’s ass Jessica grabbed her wrists and forced her arms back up and over her head pinning them to the mattress as she ground her pussy against Kelly’s face. Jessica rode Kelly’s face with a ferocity neither had experienced before.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” Jessica grunted, as she rocked back and forth on her lover’s trapped face, she was panting and sweat was rolling off her body as if she were running a marathon. Her long hair was plastered to her face as she cried out with her release at the top of her lungs, “OHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHH!”

Her body went rigid for several long seconds as her thighs clamped tight to Kelly’s head like a vice, and then suddenly she sagged and fell off Kelly’s face to the side and lay on the bed, beside her panting from her exertions.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it,” Kelly said between ragged breaths.

“Really?” Jessica asked. She was afraid that her aggressiveness might have upset Kelly.

“Yeah really. I mean I don’t want it to be like that every time, but it was pretty hot,” Kelly replied.

“I’m glad you liked it. I was afraid you’d be upset with me,” Jessica said softly.

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Author’s notes: Sorry it has taken me so long to post something new. After months of tearing out my flooded kitchen, I was finally able to sneak into to my office and get some writing done. To get this posted before the next big project comes up, I haven’t been able to send it to my usual editors for clean up. Only my loving wife has edited this. So, if there are mistakes, I take full responsibility. I hope you enjoy this little story, and please remember to vote. I appreciate any and all constructive comments.

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The alarm blared in her ear again. She sighed, as she hit the snooze button, not looking forward to waking her husband to get him ready for work. She knew he had been drinking again and didn’t want to put up with his foul breath or mood again.

She started to doze again until she felt his hand reach over and roughly grab her breast and pull at her nipple. She wanted to cry but tried to put a good face on things. At least he was still interested. She felt his hard dick poke her in the ass as his hips trust at her.

“Come on Sheila; give me a quick fuck before I have to go home.” He mumbled and came all over her ass.

She shoved her elbow into his ribs, not caring anymore. “Get up Frank; it’s time to take your lazy ass to work!” She hissed shoving him to the edge of the bed.

“What the fuck? What’d I do this time?” He groggily asked as he put his feet down on the wood floor.

“It’s time to get up. If you’re late again, your boss will fire you and you’re too old to go back out on the job market again.” Stella Patten told her husband, as she hid her tears.

“No reason to be all bitchy about it. You going into the pause? All you do is bitch at me anymore. I know you’re getting too old for that PMS bullshit you used to pull.” The pudgy, balding, Frank said, as he scratched his cum coated balls and shuffled into the master bath.

Stella quietly cried into her pillow as she heard the shower come on. Deep down she knew the once love of her life, was having an affair. She even suspected who, but until that morning, she didn’t know it for a fact. Not that it changed anything. She knew she couldn’t get a divorce. She didn’t believe in divorce. She just didn’t know what she could do to make things better.

After getting up, she looked deep into her coffee cup, wishing for an answer, as Frank came in and gave her a perfunctory kiss and told her. “I’ll be late, so don’t hold dinner. I’ll grab a burger or something.” Then left without a backward glance.

“Yeah, I bet! Sheila’s fur burger and thighs… fucking asshole!” Stella said and ignored the tear sliding her cheek.

“Happy fucking birthday Stella, you’re forty two today. And what did your loving husband give you?” She asked the air bitterly. “Oh, not much; just proof he’s been fucking around and blowing the vacation money on his tramp assistant, the fat fucking slut Sheila.” She smiled bitterly and tossed her coffee into the sink, not caring as the cup shattered.

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Later that day, Stella was working out her anger at the gym. It was her only extravagance. The rest of the money went into their children’s college funds and paying of the vacation rental Frank just had to have, to show what a success he was. It was where he took his clients for some down time. Hell, Stella hadn’t seen the inside of the place in over three years.

“Do you want to talk about it?” A voice said next to her, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Not really.” She said and added speed to the stationary bike she was riding.

“Sweetheart, if you don’t, they’ll make you pay for the bike your about to break in your anger. Come on, it’s me….” The tall brunette woman put her hand on Stella’s arm in a friendly manner.

“I’m sorry Karney, Just a bad day.” She slowed the bike back to something close to normal and sat up to wipe the sweat off her face.

“But it’s your birthday… what happened since yesterday when you found out they were planning a surprise party?” She offered her friend her bottle of water.

“Nothing much really…. Frank finally let it slip, while he was waking up, that he’s been fucking his assistant. I doubt he even remembers it’s my birthday, as he’s out fucking that bitch. He called off work today, saying he had an appointment. But he left early and told me he would be late and not to hold dinner.” If she didn’t smile, she would have bust out crying again.

“Fuck me!” Karney Scott said, as her eyes bulged out.

“Sweetie, that’s probably the best offer I’ve had in a long time…” Stella smiled sadly. “But you know I don’t swing that way. Besides I’m still married.” She looked at the tight body of her friend and wondered again what it would be like to succumb to her curiosity. She had to admit Karney looked great.

Karney’s nipples hardened at the frank appraisal from her friend. She felt the tingle all the way down her five foot ten frame. She, like so many others, had lived through sisli escort a very bad marriage before realizing she was a lesbian.

It almost killed her before she was able to do anything about it. She remembered the day she looked in the mirror and couldn’t see a way out. She remembered throwing the handful of pills against the mirror and deciding enough was enough.

After that and her messy divorce, she took the proceeds and bought herself a new attitude. After a year of therapy, a lot of hard work, and just a little bit of surgery, no one from her past would ever recognize her from the frumpy dowdy person she used to be.

“Are you going to divorce him?” Karney asked softly.

“I can’t; it’s against everythng I believe in.” She smiled again sadly. “When I said ‘I do’ it was for life….” She sighed and forced the tears back. “And, I don’t think he’s going to come up and tell me one day that he wants a divorce so he can marry her. So, I’m just stuck.” Stella got off the bike and handed Karney back her water bottle.

“Why don’t you just leave him? I know you make more money than he does. I’ve read some of your work. Just because you don’t have to go to the office every day doesn’t detract from your contribution to the earnings. Let him pay for that fucking lover’s nest he had to have. You know that where he’s at don’t you?” Karney said in instant defense of her friend.

Karney shut her mouth before she let the cat out of the bag. She didn’t think her friend would appreciate the interference. But she would offer the information her brother, the investigator, had collected. She had tried to let enough little slips happen so Stella knew what was going on, but she didn’t want to ruin her marriage just because she had the hots for the fiery Stella.

“Yeah, I know… but I promised, for better or worse. Until death do we part… you know the drill.” She started walking to the showers, Karney right behind her. As they entered, Karney pulled her her into the last stall. It was big enough for two.

“Here, let me relax you a bit before you have to face the kids.” Karney offered.

Stella didn’t hesitate and she stripped off her sweaty unitard and workout gear. They had shared showers before. She relaxed as her taller friend started washing her hair.

“God, it’s been forever since someone has washed my hair for me. I’ve been thinking about cutting it short like yours.”

“Never… perish the though. Keep it long. Short hair wouldn’t look right on you.” Karney said and she ran her hands through it. She wasn’t ready for the flash of passion as her innocent friend leaned back against her and made contact with her hardening nipples.

Yes, she had day and night dreams about making love to Stella. She has since she met Stella over two years before. She accepted that they could only be friends, and so far they hadn’t crossed any lines, even with their shared showers.

Karney pulled Stella’s hair back and started rubbing her shoulders. She was so tempted to lean in and taste just once.

She knew Stella still saw the dumpy housewife of two years ago in the mirror, not the hot tight body she had worked so hard to become. Karney didn’t even think she recognized the looks from both sexes as she passed. All Karney knew was that she would love to cup her breasts and make love to Stella all night long.

“I’ll give you a year to stop.” Stella said in a sigh, unaware of the conflict going on in her friends mind and body. She just relished in the felling of being wanted and touched with care.

Her brain didn’t respond and the slim fingers cupped her breast and lifted them. Stella sighed deeper and relaxed more into the relaxing sensations.

There comes a time when cognitive thought stops and the body just takes over. Karney unknowingly crossed that line, as all of a sudden her hands were full of Stella’s soft breasts.

Somewhere deep in her mind it registered that the nipples responded favorably to the caress and captured them. She pulled and coaxing them into full extension. She felt the moan through her own breasts and in her hands. Before she knew it, she leaned down and kissed the woman in her arms.

Stella’s breath was coming fast and her mind swirled. She didn’t know when this went form a friendly shared shower, to something else, but she had to stop it. She refused to cheat on her marriage. She needed to stop, no matter how good it felt to be loved or desired again. Why was she kissing her friend back? Why did she taste so good? Why was she so wet? Why….

“Stop…! Please stop!” Stella gasped out on the verge of orgasm.

Karney saw the passion and the conflict in Stella’s eyes. “I’m so sorry; I don’t know what came over me.” She tried to apologize.

“No, please don’t be sorry, but we have to stop.” Stella looked quizzically at her own hands and they slid up and down Karney’s body, wanting to stroke and grasp.

Stella fought the urge to lean in and capture the swollen kadıkoy escort nipple in front of her. Her head swam with images and passion she’d forgotten she possessed.

“Are you sure you want to stop?” Karney asked, her flesh rising under Stella’s hands.

“Want to… I don’t know. Have to; yes!” Stella sighed and stepped away from her friend before she did something that would destroy any chance of them being friends or lovers again.

“Are you sure?” Karney asked again wanting to reach out and consume the woman in front of her.

“Yes.” Stella said simply and she placed a restraining hand in between Karney’s breasts. “If we did this, no matter how good it felt, it would destroy everything. I will not be a cheater.” She said with conviction.

“Why would this make you…?” Karney started to ask, but was stopped as Stella started speaking.

“If I cheat on Frank, and we ended up together, what would stop me from cheating on you or anyone else?” Stella asked with a confused look on her face. “I could never see you again, let alone be your friend. We have to stop, even if we don’t want too.” Stella looked at Karney’s breasts, afraid to see the rejection on her friends face.

Karney heard the ‘we end up together’ and hope flared inside of her. Stella did have feelings for her and then again, she also had a very valid point.

“Okay… I understand.” Karney reached out and hugged Stella one last time for now. “Let’s get dressed and I’m taking you out for a birthday lunch. It will be my treat.” She smiled down at Stella and playfully pinched her firm butt to get her moving.

Stella took a few deep breaths and after she got dressed smiled at her friend. “Are you ready?” She tried to ignore the damp twitching between her legs and Karney put her arm around her and escorted her out of the gym.

The rest of the afternoon went in a flash. Before she knew it, she was supposed to be going home to her surprise party.

She acted suitably shocked when her kids and their friends jumped out and yelled ‘Happy Birthday’. She even ignored the smell of wine and perfume, wafting off her husband, as he tried to act like the doting husband.

She thanked her kids and let them loose in the back yard with the understanding that no one underage was to leave unless they were accompanied by an adult.

The problem didn’t start until Stella tried to go to bed. She was just going to shut off her light when Frank came in and announced. “You ready for some great birthday sex? I am.” Frank said while rubbing his crotch.

She couldn’t stop herself. “What? Didn’t you get enough from your slut assistant? Wasn’t eight hours of fucking her in our cabin enough for you today?” She spat out bitterly.

The fight lasted until after midnight and with her going out and sleeping with the kids in the backyard, where she hoped the music was too loud for them to hear the fight and what it was about.

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The frost lasted two weeks, with his constant denials and her refusing to listen to them. Even the kids knew something was wrong. Stella was just getting off the phone with her publisher when they cornered her in her office.

All three of them, the twin sixteen year old boys, Brain and Ryan, and her fourteen year old daughter, Amy, asked at the same time.

“Are you and Dad getting a divorce?”

“Yeah and who is this Sheila bimbo I’ve been hearing about?” Amy added, pissed.

“What… how… when…” She sighed. “No, as far as I know, your father and I are not getting a divorce. I will never file for one.” She said with a slight emphasis on the word father. “And the only Sheila I know of is his office assistant. If she is a bimbo, has as of yet to be determined.” She said trying to not involve her children in her and Frank’s problems.

“Yeah right; if she’s his assistant, then why is she sending him beaver shots in his email?” Ryan asked aggitated.

“What…!” Stella lurched forward.

“Come on mom, we know you’re trying to protect us, but he’s like being totally obvious about it. He even has the nerve to bring the bitch to my….” Brian said alos venting his anger.

“Watch your mouth Brian. You know I’ll not allow that language in my house. When and where do you….” She stopped and rubbed her eyes. “Alright, quit ganging up on me. How long and what do you know? And, let’s do this one at a time!” She pinned them down with her mother’s stare. “You first Ryan!” She pointed at her son.

“Okay, I was working on the living room computer and found dads private email… well actually he forgot to sign out of it. Sooo, I did some snooping. The first email I got was from this ‘sheila6969’. It was a beaver shot as she was shaving it. I closed it down and really didn’t want to know about the porn my dad looks at.” He said trailing off.

“Yea, and then I find this other cell in his coat, when he had me get his clothes ready for the cleaners. It has only beylikduzu escort one name on it.” Amy paused for effect. “Sheila P.” She crossed her arms and motioned to Brian.

“Yeah and at my last soccer match when you were at that writer’s thing, he brought this blond with her tits almost hanging out of her top. Oh, they tried to act all innocent, but you could tell. They were sending out vibes a blind man could see.” Brian gave a shutter as his sister took over again.

“So, after the big fight on your birthday….. We all got together and compared notes. I’m sorry mom, but I overheard some of the fight, and well, I had to use the bathroom and you were kinda loud….” Amy said looking down.

“Yeah and it’s warmer at the north pole than it’s been at home lately, so we just, well you always tell us to be open and honest with you.” Ryan finished.

Stella sighed. “Yes, your father and I are having issues. No, I will not put you kids in the middle of our problems. This is the first and last time I will ever ask you information about this. No, it is against my beliefs to file for a divorce. When we married, I said ‘I do’ and all that implies.” She sighed again. “I’m sorry you have had to learn of this the way you have.”

“Why would have you hid it from us?” Brian asked irritated.

“I would have kept you from the problem as much as I could. It is my job to protect you and let you grow up in a stable household. No I will never lie to you, but still… this is private matter between your father and I.” She tried to reason with them.

“I’m sorry mom, but that’s a load of bullshit and you know it!” Ryan said but stopped when Amy put her hand on his arm.

“Stop it Ryan, at least one of our parents gives a shit about protecting us. It’s not mom’s fault dad is going through some stupid mid-life crisis. So, stop being a dick about it!” Ryan started to reply but again was stopped by his little sister.

“Look, Mom’s done everything she could. She gone to the gym three to five time a week and has kept in shape. She wears nice clothes and does everything a man should want. You said it yourself. Half your friends are green with envy for having such a hot mom… a MILF I think is what Robby Peterson called her. If I’m not mistaken that mean a ‘mother I’d like to fu…. Um have sex with.” She blushed at the look from her mother.

Stella blushed at the frank appraisal from her children. “That’s beside the point. I’m not going to cheat on your father, and I refuse to discuss our problems with you kids. Thank you for your concern.” She told them and meant it, as she tried to end the conversation.

“What happened mom?” Brian asked confused. “When did things get so bad?” He wanted to know why his world was crashing down around him.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’ll ever really know, but it happens to a lot of couples as they get older. I had hoped to beat the odds and if I can still save my marriage, I will. Don’t be too hard on your father, I’m sure in his mind, he has a very good reasons for what he’s done. Give him a chance.” She said forlornly.

“Okay mom, just remember that we care.” Amy said and started pushing her brothers out of the office.

“Well at least she won’t be lonely unless she wants to be. Half the guys I know would love to take her out.” One of the boys said as they walked down the hall.

“Guys are such pigs. I can seriously understand why there are so many gay girls. Who would want to put up with your shit all the time?” Amy said, startling Stella.

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Her mind was still in a fog as she went through her routine at the gym. “A penny for your thoughts.” Karney said, keeping her tone friendly and ignoring the quick flush and tingly feeling between her legs.

“I just found out my kids know all about her.” Stella said gripping the handle tighter as she tried to keep her focus.

“Oh, sorry. I know it sounds trite, but I know from experience, the wife is always the last to know. When you trust someone, it’s hard to believe they would betray that trust.” Karney said offering her water bottle again.

“I just don’t understand it. He bitched at me, about how flabby and fat I was getting, until I joined the gym. Then what does he do? He finds some chick with an ass as big as West Texas to fuck around with. Oh, sure her tits are a lot bigger than mine but still I didn’t think I look that shabby since I’ve firmed up.” She vented.

“Sweetheart you are a knockout. If you took time to look around, you would see and feel the eyes that follow you whenever you walk past. Most of the guys here would cream their jeans just to see you naked, let alone a chance to touch you. Hell, as we know from that shower, I’d love nothing more than to get to know you a whole lot better.” She smiled wistfully. “But you made a good point. So I, like the rest of your adoring fans, will suffer in silence.” She sighed and clasped her hands at her breasts.

Stella laughed at the batted eyelashes and the tone. “Like you’d have to wait for someone like me, I’ve seen them drooling after you too sister.” Stella was glad they got over the shower incident and were back to being friends. She also ignored the quick flashed of heat and tight nipples she felt in her friend’s presence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She’s as wet as I am.

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How are you, Rachal?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her breath caught just as Jeremy spoke.

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That feels heavenly.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lana smiled again. “What is?”

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

“And what am I doing?”

“You’re coming on to me.”

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

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

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

“Then just relax…”

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

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

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

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

“I can’t…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Rachal murmured, her voice quivering.

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

“No…”

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

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

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

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

“Mistress?” Rachal mumbled, confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cool, I’ll see you in a little bit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, don’t be snobs, come inside!”

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

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

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

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

“Sure, River, I’d love to!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey Rachel!” She smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Hey Karen, how you doing girl?’

‘Oh hi Lisa, I’m ok, how about you?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘When was the last time you ate something?’

‘Lunchtime today’

‘and what did you eat?’

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

‘and before then?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Feel a bit better?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Urm hi Karen.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Author’s Note:

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

*****

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

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

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

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

“Wait.”

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

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

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

Emily nodded.

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

Again, Emily nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong?” Evie looked worried.

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

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

Emily nodded.

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

Emily shook her head, furiously blushing again.

“Tell me what else you want to do.”

“I want to touch you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I like your outfit” I smirk at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She squeals and throws herself back into me with a muffled

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah, are you her travelling companion?”

That was easy, “Yes, that’s me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I was soaked, “Oh fuck!”

“What’s the matter, baby? Tell me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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