Under The Moonlight

Cindy stopped just in front of the shore. The ocean waves splashed gently against her feet. She shivered as an icy wind blew against her smooth brown bare arms. She watched the orange ball of flame set into the water. She had never seen a sunset in Brooklyn, at least not like this out in California. She liked the looking at the sky right after the sunset, where you could still see the orange and pink left fading into a darker blue. Now she was alone on the abandoned beach. She couldn't figure out why anyone would leave this place. There was trash everywhere and lots of broken beer bottles, but besides all that it was beautiful to her. She hated being new in town. She didn't know anyone and it didn't seem like anyone wanted to know her. She was six-teen and already the move was causing problems with social life. Not knowing anyone and few were willing to give her a chance.

She wasn't bad looking at 5'6", with short black hair, dark-skinned, with big brown eyes, and a thin figure, with 38 B breasts. She appeared to look older, but her soft voice made her seem child-like. She gazed out at the ocean. It was almost dark now, just a hint of light left. Cindy stood up and moved to a higher spot on the shore. She climbed up on some rocks and sat down hidden in a bunch of shrubs and tall weeds. The waves crashed against the sand. Then she saw her. Cindy was startled by another figure walking along the shore of the water. Cindy could see it that it appeared to be a tall light-skinned black girl, probably around Cindy's age. She was wearing nothing but a purple bikini, which looked great on her. The girl walked bare footed on the shore with no apparent worries. The girl stopped and pinned her black shoulder length hair back into a bun quickly.

Cindy just watched in amazement at the girl as she began to take off her purple bikini. She did it slow and precise, taking of the bikini top first to reveal her large luscious breasts, then took off her bikini bottom. Slowly and methodically. Cindy watched in shock. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. At first she wanted to go away, but she was intrigued by this girl, almost as if she dared someone to watch her. The girl turned her back to Cindy as she was taking off her bikini bottom. She tossed the clothing aside and ran into the ocean water, then began to swim and dive under as she got farther out. Cindy stood up quickly. Either that girl is real dumb for going into that water, or she is real stupid, Cindy thought. It had to be freezing. Cindy started to get worried when the girl hadn't submerged for several seconds. Then Cindy saw a little head pop out of the water.

The girl's eyes met Cindy's. Cindy gasped and left quickly from the shore. Uh-oh now she's gonna think I'm some weirdo, Cindy thought leaving quickly. Had she really caught Cindy or was she looking at something else. Nonetheless Cindy did have thoughts about that girl. She really couldn't get her out of her mind. The way the girl's round ass looked as she was taking off her clothes, her smooth brown breasts. Cindy was feeling something she never felt before about anyone let alone another female. But she knew she had to see that girl again.

The day seemed to go by slowly for Cindy. Maybe it was because all she could think about was that girl on the beach. Cindy hurried down to the desolate beach to see to watch the sunset. She was secretly waiting for it to get dark. Maybe she would be back, Cindy thought, but what if she wasn't. Cindy knew she would feel real stupid if she waited for this girl and she never showed. The stars began to twinkle one by one as they appeared. Cindy perched herself on the high rock as she did the day before. Cindy drew her knees close to her chin and waited. Sure enough not too long after, the girl appeared. This time she had on a silver bikini. It shimmered as she was walking slowly towards the water. Cindy drew in her breath. She was here again. The girl stripped slowly as she did the day before, then pinning back her hair. The girl turned around towards Cindy.

Cindy crouched down instinctively to avoid getting caught. The girl still stared over towards Cindy. Cindy wondered if the girl was staring at her. Cindy could see the girl's shapely breasts clearly than she could before. Cindy's eyes traveled to the tiny patch of hair between the girl's legs. The girl turned around back towards the water. She walked out towards the water, the waves crashing against her naked body. Cindy watched the girl dive into the water. The girl submerged a few seconds later and began to float on her back. Cindy was amazed at the dignity of this girl to just swim naked, with out worrying who was watching. Whatever it was her agenda, Cindy felt drawn to her. She wanted to touch her to see if she was real. The days went by and Cindy never touched her. She just watched her. The same ritual over and over again. The girl would undress and then go swim in the water. Sometimes she would wear shorts and a t-shirt instead of a bikini. Whatever she had on Cindy always loved the excitement of the girl taking them off. Cindy didn't know how she would do it, but she had to talk to the girl, just once.

The days were mostly boring for Cindy. She would spend her time mostly in the library waiting for the time to pass so she could hurry off to the beach. Cindy walked up and down the library aisles looking for a magazine to read. Cindy moved a stack up books out of her way, but as she did the books toppled to the floor. Oh, great. She bent down to pick them up. As she began picking up the books another pair of smooth, light brown legs appeared before her. Cindy looked up to the girl. The girl smiled down at her. "You need any help?" she asked. Cindy was surprised by the deepness and softness in her voice. "No, I got it," Cindy managed to say. Cindy quickly gathered the books together and sat them at a table in the back of the library. Cindy sat down quickly at the table and began fumbling through pages of a magazine nervously. Cindy's heart was pounding quickly. It's her, Cindy thought. The girl walked towards the table where Cindy was sitting at and sat down across from her. The girl stared at Cindy as she were trying to figure something out.

"What are you starin' at?" Cindy asked nervously. "Nuthin'," the girl said quietly. Cindy went back to fumbling through the pages of the magazine. "You read pretty fast," the girl said. "I'm just skimming." She can tell that I'm nervous, Cindy thought. The girl got up and grabbed a chair and sat right next to Cindy. "I'm Meehla." "Hi," Cindy said. Cindy could see that Meehla looked older than she thought at first. She looked around eight-teen with almond shaped light brown eyes. She is very pretty, Cindy thought. "Well aren't you gonna tell me your name?" Meehla asked smoothly. "C-C-Cindy." "You've been watchin' me, haven't you Cindy," Meehla said narrowing her eyes at Cindy. "U-m Um yeah," Cindy stammered. She could feel her face get hot from embarrassment. "You like watchin' me?" Meehla said leaning real close to Cindy. Cindy could feel Meehla's breath on her cheek. "Yeah, I guess," Cindy said quietly, not looking at her. "I knew you were." Cindy could feel Meehla's soft hand on her bare thigh. Cindy felt a spark fly through her body. "I like you watchin' me," Meehla said softly in Cindy's ear.

Meehla moved her hand up Cindy's stomach, and then moved her hands under Cindy's shirt. Cindy looked around. "Don't worry sweetie, no ones watchin' us. The librarian is in the back," Meehla said curling her lips into a sexy smile. Cindy could feel Meehla's hands travel up under her shirt to her breasts. Meehla squeezed Cindy's breasts through her bra. "You like that don't cha'," Meehla said smiling. Meehla pulled up Cindy's shirt and lightly kissed Cindy's stomach, then proceeded to lick it lightly. Cindy rested her hand on Meehla's hand. She was beginning to get very excited by this. She had never felt like this and she was loving it. Meehla reached out and grabbed Cindy's arms and pulled Cindy onto her lap so that Cindy straddled her. Meehla pulled up Cindy's shirt and began to hungrily suck on Cindy's breasts through her bra. Cindy grabbed Meehla's head and pressed it harder against her breasts. She began to grind her hips against Meehla like she was riding a horse. Meehla stopped sucking on Cindy's breasts and grabbed Cindy's head and began to kiss her on the lips feverishly. Meehla broke the kiss. "Not here, tonite," she said pushing Cindy gently off her lap. She got up quickly and left the library. Cindy felt overwhelmed by what just happened. Cindy quickly adjusted her shirt. She couldn't wait for tonite.

Cindy watched the stars appear, as they glittered against the night sky. It was a full moon. The tide was coming in and the waves crashed hard against the shore. Cindy waited for Meehla. A few minutes later she appeared. Her bikini sparkled against the pale moonlight. Cindy smiled. Meehla sat down next to Cindy. "Why do you swim naked?" Cindy asked. "I dunno, I like it. You like it," she said smiling at Cindy. They sat there silently. Meehla touched Cindy's thigh softly. Meehla moved her hand slowly up Cindy's thigh just below her shorts. Cindy's heart began to beat faster. She swallowed hard. Meehla moved her hand up to the button on Cindy's shorts. Meehla slowly unhooked the button and unzipped Cindy's shorts. Meehla slowly moved her hand down Cindy's underwear. Meehla gave a sly smile and rubbed her hand in a circular motion against Cindy's pussy.

Cindy spread her legs a little bit and let out a soft moan. Meehla leaned over and pressed her lips hard against Cindy's lips. They both could feel each others tongues rolling around in their mouths. Meehla helped Cindy take off her shirt and her bra. Meehla leaned over Cindy and positioned herself between Cindy's legs. She bent down and began sucking on Cindy's soft ebony breasts. Cindy let out a soft moan. Meehla flicked her tongue rapidly over Cindy's nipples. Then Meehla began to plant soft kisses down Cindy's stomach. Meehla pulled off Cindy's shorts and underwear. Meehla softly kissed Cindy's thighs. Cindy began to move her hips at the touch of Meehla's tongue on her thighs. Meehla touched Cindy's wet pussy with her tongue. She gently sucked on Cindy's clit, rolling it around in her mouth. Cindy let out tiny gasps. She moved began bucking her hips on Meehla's face. Meehla slowly licked Cindy's clit in circular motions. Cindy couldn't take in all the sensations that were moving through her body. She bucked her hips violently against Meehla's tongue. Meehla stuck her tongue inside Cindy's pussy, tasting all of Cindy's sweet juices. She probed her tongue in and out of Cindy's wet pussy. Cindy couldn't take it any more as she grabbed Meehla's head and pressed it harder against her pussy. Meehla flicked her tongue over Cindy's pussy rapidly as a rocking orgasm flooded Cindy's body. Meehla lapped up Cindy's juices as she exploded in her mouth.

Meehla smiled as she crawled up between Cindy's legs. She hungrily kissed Cindy on her lips. Cindy could taste her cum on Meehla's lips. Cindy rolled Meehla on so that she was on her back. Cindy straddled herself on top of Meehla. She bent down and kissed Meehla on the lips again as she untied Meehla's bikini top. Meehla tossed it to the side. Cindy gently kissed Meehla's breasts. She sucked on Meehla's nipples as she grabbed them. Cindy moved her head slowly down Meehla's slender body licking every inch of her. Cindy untied Meehla's bikini bottom and let it slip off. Cindy could see Meehla was real wet. Cindy reached out and touched Meehla's pussy lips. Cindy gently rubbed Meehla's pussy. Meehla let out a gasp and moved her hips around to Cindy's touch. Cindy stuck her finger inside Meehla's pussy slowly pumping it in and out. She could hear Meehla's moans and cries.

Cindy knelt down and flicked her tongue over Meehla's clit. Cindy pulled her finger out from inside Meehla. It was dripping in cum. Cindy licked every drop of the cum on her finger. She stuck her tongue inside Meehla's pussy, rubbing Meehla's clit around in soft circular motions with her fingers. Meehla moved her hips faster against Cindy's face. Cindy moved her tongue inside of Meehla faster in and out, rubbing her clit around faster. Meehla's humped faster, rubbing against Cindy's face. Cindy began sucking on Meehla's clit. Meehla let out a loud cry and came on Cindy's face. Cindy could taste Meehla's cum in her mouth as she licked every part of her up. Cindy crawled up and met Meehla's mouth again. Cindy straddled Meehla's leg as the kissed and rubbed each other. Cindy never felt anything like that in her life. Neither one of them knew how good they were going to be. They never stopped touching one another under the moonlight.

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The Diner

We met at a diner not far from where each of us was staying. As soon as I walked in I wanted her. Her hair was short and curly but her face was like porcelain. She looked like a doll dressed in tight blue jeans and boots. Her long legs and her unrestrained breasts made me even wetter. I wanted to bury my face in her pussy and suck on her nipples that were begging to be touched. Just as I started through the maze of tables she saw me and smiled. I was an inch shorter than her. But that would not matter in a few minutes.

She stood up and put her arms out to embrace me. A customer stopped from eating and stared at us as we kissed. I could not wait any longer, I had to have her right now. The last customer walked out past us as in disgust when she brushed her lips against my ear to whisper, "I've missed you."

She took my hand and cupped it to her left breast. It was so hard I thought I would come right there. With her other hand she reached under my short skirt and pushed a finger up into my shaved pussy. She withdrew it and licked it then asked me to suck my juices off her finger. I tasted my juices like it was sweet nectar. We started to kiss and touch each other more now. Before I realized it I was laying on a table with my skirt hiked up, my blouse unbuttoned to my waist. She was licking my pussy like it was her last. I wanted to taste her too. She slowly kissed my belly then my nipples and then thrust her 2 fingers into my soaking pussy. I came so hard that I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She went back to licking my pussy till all the come was gone. I shortly realized that we were still in the diner and we could be seen by anyone.

She informed me that she was part owner of the diner and the cook had closed up the kitchen and had gone home for the evening. We had the place to ourselves now. I stood up from the table and decided to lay her down on it now. It was her turn to feel my mouth do its wandering into heaven. I could not wait to smell her and feel her naked body against mine.

I slowly pulled off her clothes. She was laying on her back now holding her tits for me to start sucking. I ran my tongue from her mouth to her large hard nipples and began to suck them. She let out a squeal and started to come so I stopped. I wanted her first orgasm to last a little while longer. I moved down to her pussy and licked around it. Teasing it with my tongue. Lightly brushing the tip of my tongue over her asshole. She started to pant and beg me to eat her pussy. I couldn't wait any longer, here I was between a beautiful woman's legs and with one swift dive I started to suck and bite her pussy lips and clit. She moaned and shook to her first orgasm.

We got down on the floor and proceeded to do a 69. I could feel her enjoying my body as I sucked on her to another orgasm. We fingered each other and made each other come at least a dozen more times before dawn.

We picked up our clothes and helped each other get straightened. While she went to put on a pot of coffee, I straightened the tables and reset the table we were on. We sat there for hours talking and looking at the table and laughing at what we had done.

We still saw lust in each others eyes. That's when we decided to meet again that night on the beach...

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The Favor

It mattered little to me that I had just lost the best job I ever had. What was paining me was the aloof way Maisha had snubbed me the evening before? I had rented a limo, dressed in a new European tux, bought very expensive bubbly and drove to pick her up, and when that womyn came to the door, she asked me,"Whats up babe?" She was wearing a bathrobe and so of course I thought she was getting ready, maybe running a little late, and I asked her if that was so..and she replied that she was otherwise detained at the moment and would I please come back. I said, "Hey babe, don't you remember, we have plans to do the opera and then dinner and dancing?" I was standing there waiting for her to answer when she looks over her shoulder back into her apartment and says to me, "Well honey...I, uh...I...I just forgot all about that, honey don't be mad at me, c'mon baby."

And just as I was about to forgive this fine fox with her big pouty lips, I hear a womyns' voice from her apartment asking 'where you be baby, come on back inside and get it good' I just stared at her..my mouth hanging down in disbelief, thinking how could she do me this way. Damn bitch. "I uh...have made a mistake here..you take care," I said as I walked back down the stairs to the limo. I took one more look at her shaking my head when I heard her say, " Baby, its not what you think, baby, come back..I'll get rid of her, you wait babe, OK? OK baby?" But I kept going and then I remember telling the driver to take me to Wild Side west, and I remember going in there, but I don't remember going home.

I must have drank all night long and then slept way too late and seeing as how I had already been on probation for this gig, showing up late was more than they could handle..so I got the boot. Now, Maisha and I had been going around together for about 2 years and I thought that she and I had a good thing going on, I guess I was wrong. Big time. She was a lot of fun and I knew I would miss her, I just didn't want it to be now...sheesh, my birthday was 2 weeks away and before that it would be Valentine's Day...Damn, I had so many plans, just wanting to make my baby happy. I guess I failed big time on that score. I drove to the union office and gave them my release papers from the Hotel and checked the boards for another high paying gig. There were a couple of prospects and I took down their numbers to call when I got home. The day was cloudless and brisk and instead of hailing a cab I walked home. It felt like the longest walk of my life. Inside of me I ached with an aloneness that knew no bounds. I though I would call her, but then decided it hurt too much to forgive.

Once home I called the numbers and landed a maybe at an Italian joint in the inner Sunset. The proprietor asked me if I could come by on Monday as they were closed on Sundays. I said OK, relieved that I had a few days to stretch before hammering away again. I went in and ran a bath and soaked for an hour until the water turned cold and I felt the numbness of opaque...I was like a piece of crystal that had fallen from some shelf...my edges still held color but I was apart. As I was dressing I thought I would go check out the local scene. I put on my harness and an average phallus and tucked it into my 501s and then an old denim shirt and a black leather vest. I hailed a cab down the block at Sacramento and Larkin and headed towards the Castro. At Noe I got out and walked down Market Street. I passed many womyn along the way and cruised and often when I turned around I saw that they too had turned to look. Passing Leticias' and looking in the window I saw Patrick by the back pantry, so i opened the door and stepped in to say hello. He was currently folding napkins talking with another waiter. Patrick and I had the good fortune to meet while working at a restaurant in Sonoma a few years back. "Hello boys! How the hell are ya?" They both turned around in an affected manner, with their hands out in front of them waving and jumping up and down saying, "Hi Girl! What brings you uptown? Looking for that honey you call fine? Eh?" "Uh...Nope, Im flying solo these days.

The girl is gone," I said shaking my head and then blowing air out of my mouth thru closed teeth. "Why babygirl? What happened? Patrick said as he put his arm around me and drew me in close to him. And then in a stronger firm voice, he added," That bitch, I dont care what she did. I never liked her, she wasn't good enough for you honey." "Thanks Pat, I needed that. Dont worry Im cool," I said as I leaned back against the wall and reached for a slice of French bread on the table. "Ahem, I see you are packing 'Big Daddy' tonight, are you going out chasing skirt?", said Gary the other waiter there. "Get out of my crotch Queen," I said laughing. They all joined in, even Roul the busboy laughed at that one. I gave them all hugs and left and cruised up to 18th. I got a slice of pizza from Marcellos' and read the notices on the adjoining wall. Then I turned around and leaned up against the wall with the other boys, draped and waiting. It was 5:30 and the sun was just setting. A fine veil of silver lit the skyline creating a lambent softness. I started to walk down Castro when a womyn asking for directions stopped me by tugging on my arm, "Excuse me, Sir" I whipped around to let her see I wasn't a guy and she blushed. I could see it even in the dimness and sensed her uncomfortability.

I said, " Hey, its cool, it happens. How can I help you?" She took a deep breath and then said, "Wow, you are not gonna believe this and, uh...yea, um, I have, I have to..um...ask you a favor please?" It took her forever to get to that part, I wondered if we were going to be here all night with the favor part. I started to reach into my pocket to maybe help her with money, but she didnt look like the typical panhandler. She was about 5ft 6" with long straight brown hair. She was slender and dressed kind of yuppyish, complete with penny loafers and a strap over the shoulder purse. " Sure, what's up?" I asked her waiting for the , longest night in history. " Cool. OK, here goes. I am a student at USF and Im doing a paper on alternative lifestyles and I was wondering if we could just sit and talk for a bit, I mean, O wow, Im sorry..let me start over, ok, are you gay? I mean, are you a lesbian? "Yea, Im a lesbian...and to save you some trouble I will tell you now that I have always been a lesbian, from as far back as I know. I have had sex with guys, no it didn't do much for me. Yes I have a healthy relationship with my parents and siblings. Im out to the world. I support pro choice and gay parenting, Im a democrat and um, lets see...o yea, I prefer to be called a Dyke and Im what you might call Butch" She was wring everything down, stopping every now and then to look at me. The last part of my statement made her a little fidgety and I had to laugh silently, that wasn't my intention.

When she was thru writing she looked up at me and asked me if I would like to get a cup of coffee, to which I replied, " How about we get a drink?" "A drink, like from in a bar..like a gay bar?" she asked with her voice cracking slightly. "Yea, a bar, come one...you should see what they look like. It predominantly male in this neighborhood, although a lot of the bars are very supportive of womyn. After all we are one big community." "OK, sure...1 drink is fine. My name is Jennifer, thank you for doing this with me, I really appreciate it," she said and smiled. "Hi Jennifer, my name is Cary, its a pleasure to meet you," I said and then grabbed her elbow and walked with her to the nearest club. For a Saturday evening, the place was barely filled which gave us an opportunity to get some drinks and a table in the rear. I gave Danny, the bartender a 50 dollar bill and told him to keep it flowing for a bit, I wanted a buzz. Jennifer and I sat talking about my being a lesbian for an hour when I asked her if she ever had feelings for a womyn, and I think even then in such a dark place she blushed and hesitated before she spoke. " I, uh...yea probably, I mean you know sometimes when you see a pretty girl there is a slight attraction that happens. I just have, um...never acted on it" I asked her if she had a boyfriend and she said not at the moment. I smiled and motioned for Pete the waiter to bring us another. She had protested when the 2nd drink came, but not the 3rd. She was loosening up with me and I was beginning to have a nice time with this womyn doing a paper.

Just as Pete brought our next round I saw Shaisha come into the bar with some short dyke with bleached blond hair. I quickly turned to Jennifer and said, "Hey Jen, I have the biggest favor to ask of you. If you say no, i will understand. I need you to let me put my arm around you and make like you and I are a couple" "uh, how come" she asked wide eyes. "There is no time to explain," I said as i got up and moved my chair closer to hers and pulled her towards me. At first she was stiff in my arms, but as I explained in a muffled voice, she relaxed. I saw Shaisha walking towards us out of the corner of my eye and I guess Jennifer did too, because she turned to face me and kissed me rather passionately on my lips. I kissed her back, after I got over my initial shock. I felt Shaisha's presence and I pulled away and looked up at her and smiled. "Yo, whose the bitch? You sure didn't waste any time baby" I stood up and said, ": Hey don't you be calling her names like that..its not called for. Why don't you just head on with your little chickie." I waited for her to walk away before i sat down again. "Im sorry about that. I didn't know she would actually address us.

I didn't mean to put you in the middle.' "Hey, don't worry about it. And look at it this way, now I can say what it feels like to kiss a cute dyke," and she smiled really big and kissed me again, this time softer and playful. Pete started to bring us another round and I told him to hold up, that he should split the remainder with Danny. He smiled and said thank you. Then I asked Jennifer if she wanted to take a walk. She said yea, but she wanted to walk to her favorite place. I asked her where that was and she to follow her. I did.

She lived in upper Haight on Belvedere. A great little flat which her parents paid for while she was going to school. It had all the charm and elegance of any Victorian in the city. The wainscoting and wall paper were perfect. The turrets on each corner added to the majestic skyline. She and I both had a bit of a buzz going and I didn't want to take advantage of that, so I asked her very clearly if she knew where this was going and she said. "O yes...and I want to be...exactly where ...I am," and then she smiled and went into her bathroom. I turned the stereo on and tuned in the local jazz station. When she came out of the bathroom she was wearing only her shirt and a big smile. She walked right over to me and took my vest off. Then she unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it out of my jeans. When she started to unbutton my jeans, I put a hand to her wrist and stopped her and said, "Baby?" She lifted her face up, still smiling so beautifully and said, "Yes?" " There is something you should know...I" and she stopped me before I could finish and kissed me again.

This time her tongue flew into my mouth and wrestled with mine. I put my arms around her back and pulled her close to me, The perfume she wore danced around me, drawing me into her. Her lips were creamy soft and I ran my tongue over them and then across her teeth. I bit her lower lip and once again I felt as her hands slowly unbutton my pants. I forgot that I hadnt put any shorts on, so when she undid that last button, I sprang to life. At first she was startled and then she laughed and at first I thought she was laughing at me and I started to pull back when she pulled me to her again and looked up and asked me, "Baby, You want me to take you?", then she kissed me harder, her hands in my hair mashing my face up against hers. Then slowly she inched down my body until she knelt before me. I watched her and then took my shirt off. I wanted a perfect view. She then took hold of toy with both of her hands and lightly stroked it, then licked it, up one side..then down the other. She did this a few times, each moment I felt myself growing harder under the harness. My clit now touching the back of the leather. Then she rimmed the head of the dick with her tongue and slowly eased the head in between her perfect lips, then a little more disappeared into her.

I watched with increasing intensity as she bobbed up and down on the dildo. I started to feel waves building inside of me, but I wanted to wait, so I stopped her. She looked at me with a hurt look in her eyes and asked me why I was stopping. "Baby, wait...I want you to feel too...come here with me," I said in breathy tones, pulling her up and leading her to her bed. I took her shirt from her and was pleasantly surprised to see how beautiful she was. Her collar bone stood out from its cage and her breasts were small and firm. She had a trail of curly hairs than ran from her belly button to her mons which was tangled mass of silken curls. I noticed that she was glistening in the candle lit room. I kissed her softly, while my hands caressed her smooth flesh. I kissed her nose and her cheeks, then her neck and her chest, rounding each breast and sucking them into my mouth. She moaned and purred with each kiss, each lick. I inched my way down her belly, trailing soft wet kisses. She moaned louder. Then I came to greatness. Slowly I parted her exquisite pink folds with my eager tongue.

O, She tasted like heaven, clean and fresh and wet...soooo wet. She let out a cry when my tongue flicked the tip of her clit, and then moaned over and over as my tongue flicked soft across the tip. Soon, she started begging for me to take her. I lay with my knees between her legs and took some wet from her precious and lubed the head of the dildo. She pulled herself open for me and I slid into perfection. She moved her hips into me, meeting my long slow thrusts until she started bucking harder and faster into me. I moved deeper into her, faster, harder. I think I was calling her name as I felt her tense. My own body jerking wild as I drove hard into her. She said she wanted me, and I continued to fuck her with the toy, but also put my fingers in alongside. She cried it was too tight and then quickly I removed the dildo and forced my fingers deeply into her hot wet throbbing cunt. Our breaths were rapid, we were on fire and now O. My, she was touching me, her fingers were sliding into me. "Baby, O. MY Baby, you are so wet," she cried as she bore down on my fingers.

Spasming both of us fucked each other, our thrusts becoming slower and deeper until we both cried out, "O. YEA !!!!!" I suddenly grabbed a hold of her and held her to me as I continued to shake. Her own body was trembling, she was saying she never felt so good, that she never had it like that. She laughed. I smiled and told her I didn't think she should put this in the report. She laughed. It was like honey that dripped and slowly oozed into my life. She then asked me if I thought she was any good to which I smiled and said, "Baby, you are the best" She then asked what I was doing on Valentine's Day and I laughed and said her. She smiled even bigger, then nestled up in my arms until sleep took us dreaming of futures bright with lust and who know...maybe love. carol marie

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The Lift

As I stormed out of his condo and slammed the door behind me I shouted back at him those two little words which so often signal the end of a relationship: FUCK YOU! That discharged about one zillionth of my anger as I stomped past the broken express elevator in the office building/condo.

I pressed the down button on the "local" with fragments of his words reverberating inside my brain: Wife . . . Reconciliation . . . Mistake. I had worn my sexiest outfit and had arrived feeling horny. What was supposed to be a passionate night ended in the first five minutes.

I stepped into the elevator and, in a desperate attempt to find solace in the familiar, stared hard at the numbers as it began to descend. The elevator stopped and someone got on. I did not even glance at whoever it was, but stayed fixed on the numbers as they counted down the wrenching end of a chapter in my life.

It started again and the numbers read 43, 42, 41, 40 and then, suddenly, the elevator jolted to a halt and all the lights went out. I was too angry to be scared and blurted out "this fucking elevator is all I need."

A soft woman's voice said, very quietly, "we would say this fucking lift."

With all my inner turmoil that didn't register at all. I said "pardon?"

She said "I'm from England. We call this a lift. I was trying to make a joke."

I was certainly in no mood for word games. The elevator, which was supposed to be putting distance between me and Mr. Richfuck, had entombed me in his building with nothing but my anger and my thoughts. Nothing was said for a few minutes and I kept waiting for my eyes to get accustomed to the darkness. They never did. There was not a speck of light anywhere. I was stuck in a place as dark as the bottom pit of Hell. The sheer appropriateness of the metaphor put the flicker of an invisible smile on my face.

"My name is Karen," I said into the darkness.

"Mine's Rachel," she replied in a lilting British accent which charmed me despite my current lack of inclination to be charmed by anyone or anything.

The conversational coast was now clear and we probed for things to talk about while we waited for rescue from this forced acquaintanceship. I told her about the broad details of my life -- job, apartment, pets, hobbies. I left out Mr. Richfuck. She filled me in on her particulars. She was in the building receiving training at her company's head office and would be flying out of Kennedy the next morning. "If I ever get out of here," she said with a smile that I could hear but not see.

We chitchatted for a while longer neither probing nor exposing. We expected the lights to come back on any minute and to spend very little additional time with each other.

Suddenly we stopped talking as we heard a man's voice from what seemed like far away. Although the voice was faint we could tell that he was shouting.

"We know that you are stuck between 39 and 40. You are safe. Don't worry. There is no chance that the elevator will fall. There has been a failure in one of the transformers feeding power to the building. It is very old and it will be necessary to fly in replacement parts from Detroit. I'm sorry, but we estimate it will take at least three hours. If you can hear me bang on the side of the cab."

Each of us banged on the nearest wall as hard as we could.

"Good," the voice said, "I could here that. Just sit tight. We are sorry and will get you out of there as quick as we can."

We voiced relief to each other and then suddenly the reality set in. Three more hours in the darkest loneliest place either of us had ever been.

"I'm sitting down," she said and I felt a gentle bump as she sat. "Me too," I said. I gave a moment's thought to the effect of three hours of sitting on my outfit and then laughed at myself. For whom, exactly, did I need to look good?

There was silence for a while longer and then, involuntarily, my mind turned back to Mr. Richfuck. I went from white hot anger to despair and suddenly dissolved into loud keening sobs.

"What's wrong?" asked Rachel with obvious concern. I only sobbed louder and felt the stinging tears pouring from my eyes. I heard a gentle rustling sound and then she was holding me in her arms and rocking me like a little child as I cried and cried and cried.

After a while the crying stopped and she let go of me but I could feel that she was near. The whole sordid tale poured out of me. The meeting. The courtship. The sex. And finally the betrayal. I concluded my tirade with the formula of words that women have used since time immemorial to bring such a story to its conclusion: "you know how men are."

"Actually I don't," she said.

The central processing unit in my brain sent out a big error message. Her answer wouldn't compute.

"You don't?" I said.

"I'm a lesbian," she replied.

That computed just fine, but my brain had no idea what to do with that startling piece of information. The best I could come up with at that moment was "a lesbian?"

"Yes," she said.

That certainly launched the conversation in a different direction. Mercifully, it completely pushed Mr. Richfuck from my mind as we talked and talked and talked about her life. She told me about her lover and the seven years they had been together. She opened up to me completely about her needs and her passions and her fears. I asked her about their lovemaking and she told me how she and her lover would lie together and oh so slowly arouse each other in a hundred different ways and then make love as if there were no time or space.

As she talked I noticed I was getting wet between my legs. My mind tried to block that out. But the warmth soon became a throbbing and my entire body became enveloped in what was clearly sexual arousal.

She reached the end of her story and we sat silent. My mind was in turmoil. I began to remember women I had known and the powerful feelings they had stirred in me which were at this instant beginning to take on a new meaning. I thought about naked girls in the locker room in high school and their tits and pubic hair. I thought about the women in my office with their sleek bodies and their black hose and high heels. I thought of the x-rated films I had watched with boyfriends and suddenly realized that I had looked only at the bodies of the women.

Then something happened inside my brain. Some switch was thrown and electricity which had flowed in one direction suddenly reversed itself. All those women flashed before me again and now the throbbing between my legs became an ache. I could sense Rachel nearby and smell her perfume and hear the sound of her breathing.

Slowly I turned toward her and groped in the pitch darkness to find her. I put my arms around her and pulled her toward me and tried to kiss her. She gently stopped me.

"I can't," she said. "You are sweet and heavenly and I feel very deeply for what you have gone through, but my lover and I have pledged to be faithful to each other and I must live by that pledge."

I leaned back from her and tried to control myself. She had confided in me completely and I needed to use all of my will to force myself to respect her relationship.

In a rather formal sounding voice I said "please accept my apology. I don't know what came over me." She could not see the tears streaming down my cheeks.

"It's O.K." she said in a tiny voice. "I know you meant no harm."

We sat apart for several more minutes in the pitch blackness and my brain retraced more slowly the ground it had touched on before. The naked girls in the locker room. Their pendulous breasts, their pink nipples, the curve of their hips and their triangle of public hair. I realized that the feelings I was having at that moment were now forever a part of me. The beauty and the power and the lushness of women's bodies flooded over me. I felt an excitement and a longing that I had never felt before.

Then, imperceptibly, I sensed a movement. Suddenly her arms were around me and she hungrily put her mouth on mine. Electricity shot through me and I could feel my body responding. She kissed my ears, my eyes, my neck and then my mouth again. We explored each other hungrily with our tongues.

I pulled my dress over my head. We then kissed deeply again and nuzzled each others ears and necks. I was utterly defenseless. Nothing in the world existed except my powerful sexual hunger.

She reached around and unhooked my bra. She told me to lie down on the carpeted elevator floor. She was gone for a moment and I could hear a small popping sound as she pulled out the emergency stop on the control panel. "We won't want to be interrupted" she said with another smile in her voice.

She came back and groped until she found my legs. She sucked on my toes through my stockings and then ran her tongue up my ankle to my calf. She then shifted her body to find my breasts and licked and sucked my nipples as I moaned with arousal and pleasure.

She moved down again and I opened my legs wide. She put her tongue above my knee and then began to give me little kisses as she moved toward my pussy. Then her mouth met skin and she let out a squeal of delight. I had worn a garter belt and my cunt was open, waiting and dripping wet.

She gently moved up to my pussy lips and licked them. Then she moved to my pubic hair and kissed it and rubbed her face in it. I was now crazy with desire and unthinkingly reached down and took her head in my hands and pushed her face into my cunt.

She knew that I desperately needed to come and moved to my clit. She licked it gently and then harder and then gently again. I was starting to thrust my hips toward her involuntarily and she put her hands under my rear to steady me. Then she began to lick my clit in earnest and I could feel everything between my legs beginning to dissolve toward a climax. Sensing that, she slid her fingers into my hot wet swollen cunt and started to fuck me.

That pushed me over the brink and I started to come. It was a huge shuddering orgasm far more powerful and sustained than anything I had ever felt in my life. Waves of pleasure washed over me again and again as she continued her licking and hard thrusting. Then it started to subside and she stopped, but left her hand deliciously inside me and let me enjoy the feeling of fullness and connection.

I lay back and my entire body tingled with utter satisfaction. Then I slowly became conscious of where I was and felt her lying beside me. I reached over to make love to her, but she said "I have already betrayed my lover and must not make it worse. I can't begin to tell you how badly I want you, but I must not let you touch me. Please understand."

I told her I understood. Soon I heard new sounds and could tell that she was masturbating. She started to moan and I could tell that making love to me had aroused her to a fever pitch. It was a new and thrilling experience for me to hear the sound of a woman making love to herself in the pitch darkness and total silence.

Her moans became louder and louder and her breaths rushed in and out of her. I could hear the wet sounds she made as her hand rubbed her cunt faster and faster. Then she started to come and whimpered as the tension between her legs erupted into waves and waves of pleasure. I listened with joy in my heart as the excitement of being with me made her come again and again. Soon the only sound was her hard breathing and tiny moans of pleasure.

We lay there for a while, but soon reality began to intrude and we realized that we had lost any sense of time. We giggled like schoolgirls as we hunted around in the dark for our clothes and tried to put everything on right side up. When we felt more or less reassembled Rachel pushed the emergency stop back in with another pop.

We lay beside each other in each others arms and talked about my new feelings and the promise of my new life. Then suddenly the lights came back on blinding us. We stood up and the elevator began to descend. I finally got to see what she looked like and she was as beautiful as I ever could have imagined with freckles, laughing green eyes and sandy hair.

When the elevator doors opened on the ground floor the waiting emergency personnel were greeted by the sight of the two of us hugging each other hard and crying on each other's shoulders. I am sure they thought that we were crying because they had rescued us, but we were crying because Rachel had rescued me.

We exchanged addresses and went our separate ways. We became faithful correspondents and I told her all about the women in my life and my wonderful discoveries about making love. She offered me encouragement when I needed it and solace when a relationship was not going well.

About a year later I received a letter from her in which she said that she was heartbroken because her lover had decided to leave her. She told me that she was thinking about asking for a transfer to her company's New York office and wondered what I thought of that. I wrote and told her I was thrilled at the idea. And if they couldn't find a way to send her to me I would find a way to go to her. And I couldn't resist adding that the two of us definitely needed a lift.

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Bi Curious

When Elisa moved out two weeks ago neither of us shed a tear. It was inevitable. We made the fatal mistake of trying to turn lust into love and we never even came close. Then the lust was gone and there was nothing left.

It was so promising in the beginning. We met at a party and immediately noticed how similar we looked. Both in our late twenties, both with long dark hair. Her boobs were bigger than mine, but other than that we were two peas in a pod. We looked at each other and both liked what we saw. I asked her to dance and our bodies seemed to fit like hand in glove. We breathed in the hot pheromones we were sending to each other and exchanged phone numbers.

I called her the next day and I went to her the place the next night. It took us about ten seconds to rip off our clothes and jump into her large soft bed. The sexual chemistry was unbelievable. I let her start making love to me and it was a revelation. One of life's sure things is that if a woman does something to you in bed she will want it back. And she did absolutely everything that I liked the most.

She kissed me deeply and poured her saliva into my mouth. That is one of the biggest turn-ons for me and I greedily swallowed every drop. How could she have known I loved that? She sucked my nipples and then bit them hard enough to give me a rush of pain and pleasure. She spread me wide open, entered me quickly and fucked me with her long fingers. Then she started massaging my G-spot as she bent down and swirled my clit in her mouth. In just a few seconds I had an unbelievable head-to-toe orgasm and squirted my juices all over her. If I had handed her a written script she couldn't have done me better.

Then I started in on her and did exactly the same things she had done to me. My powerful climax had really turned her on and she came fast and hard, her strong contractions squeezing my fingers again and again. We both lay there amazed.

Two days later she moved in with me. We desperately wanted the sex to ripen into love. Cuddle and fuck and cuddle and fuck and live happily ever after. Then we made the awful discovery that we had almost nothing else in common.

She was a neatnik and I was messy. I liked classical music and she liked classic rock. She was an activist and when she had her movement friends over I ground my teeth. We lasted for about a month and then one day we looked at each other . . . and knew. She moved out the next day and we haven't talked since.

So I found myself in my empty apartment with an empty bed and a persistent ache between my legs. All the good sex had revved up my libido and my vibrator was only a partial help. I tried the bars, but didn't click with anyone. Then one day I was reading the Village Voice and took a look at Women Seeking Women. My eyes stopped on an ad which, translated out of personalese, said:

"Bi-Curious woman, inexperienced, desperately needs to know. Early thirties, non-smoker, small build. Looking for someone intelligent and kind who will help me find out. #6123."

I was horny as hell and decided to throw caution to the winds. I listened to her message and left her a message. The next day she called me. Her name was Julia and she suggested that we meet for coffee.

She had described herself over the phone to a T. She was small and nicely built with long natural blond hair. She was wearing a lovely print dress and her make-up accentuated her beautiful blue eyes. At least as far as looks was concerned, I knew I had hit the blind date jackpot. I sat down at her table and we introduced ourselves.

She said "I must tell you that I am very nervous. I'm really scared to death."

"That's OK," I said, "I understand. Let me buy you another latte and we can talk."

She was much more interesting than Elisa. She worked as a loan officer at a nearby bank and had taken the afternoon off. I was afraid that she would ask me questions about sex right off the bat, but she never brought it up. We talked about politics and city life and even men. She told me she was engaged to a lawyer named Mark and that their big church wedding was four months off.

"Why now?" I asked her with real concern. "You've lived this long without experimenting. It sounds like you and your fiancee are in love. Why rock the boat?" I didn't want to be a home wrecker before there even was a home.

Suddenly her eyes became moist. "I have been fighting the feelings for years." She lowered her voice. "When I was in high school I would get funny feelings when I saw nude girls in the locker room. Lately, when I've been with Mark, I have been having fantasies about making love to women. I just need to know."

I wasn't too crazy about her answer. I still had that home wrecker feeling in my gut.

She saw the look on my face and said "don't take this the wrong way, but if it isn't you it will be someone else. Please don't go away. I just need to know and I really like you a lot."

While we were talking a throbbing between my legs told me that my doubts were being overruled by my cunt. I nodded and she said "Thank you. You're wonderful. My apartment is three blocks from here. Please. Lets go." She stood up and we walked the three blocks.

She had a one bedroom apartment which looked out over several anonymous New York office buildings. She offered me a drink and I told her I was fine. There was a small table near the door and on it was the picture of a rather handsome blond man who looked to be around 40. "That's Mark," she said.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom and saw the usual signs of male visitation. A second toothbrush. A razor. Shaving cream. A macho deodorant stick. When I came out she was sitting at one end of the couch. She looked very nervous.

I sat beside her but not too close and we made small talk. We both knew that we would have to start somewhere, but neither of us felt ready to break the ice. All of this hesitation, however, was making me very wet and I soon decided to make the first move.

I edged closer to her, reached over and turned her face toward me. I kissed her gently on the lips with my mouth closed. She didn't react for a second and then started to kiss back. Her lips parted and her tongue entered my mouth slowly and gently. We put our arms around each other and kissed for a long time. I then nuzzled her neck and her ears and could hear her breathing get faster. I took her hand and walked her into the bedroom.

There was a picture of Mark next to the bed and when she saw me looking at it she was embarrassed. She began to pick it up and put it away, but I said "it's OK leave it."

I undressed her slowly and when I removed her bra was surprised at how firm her tiny breasts were. Her small pink nipples were already hard. I quickly undressed and embraced her, pressing her small body against mine. In a moment she raised her face to me. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted. I kissed her again. This time our tongues were urgent.

I sank to my knees and cupped one of her breasts in my hand and slowly licked around her nipple. She started to moan. I placed my mouth on her nipples, first one than the other, and sucked them gently, giving them tiny little bites. I could smell her pussy and it was sweet and pungent. I was soaking wet and aching to come.

I led her to the bed and she lay down with her legs together and her eyes closed. The poignancy of the moment overwhelmed me. She was excited and frightened at the same time. She knew that her life was about to change forever. I sensed her mixed emotions and knew that I would make slow gentle love to her and worry about myself after.

I leaned over and kissed her again. This time there was no urgency. We gently explored each others mouths and then I kissed her ears, her neck, her hair. I then moved down her body, licking her breasts and then gently sucking them and biting them again. I moved down further and began to kiss and lick her belly. I could see that she was squirming, but her legs were still closed.

I moved away from her. She opened her eyes and I could see in them a ferocious sexual hunger. I said with a note of formality in my voice "you will have to open your legs for me Julia."

She hesitated for a second and then closed her eyes and slowly spread her legs until they were wide open. Her mons was covered with fine blond hair and her cunt was wet and glistening. Her breasts were rising and falling as she breathed rapidly. She had a large clit and it was fully unsheathed and erect.

I desperately wanted to touch myself or have her touch me, but I knew that would have to wait. I moved to the foot of the bed and began to lick her ankles and her calves and her knees. Then I moved up to her inner thighs and licked them slowly, first one side then the other. She started to moan.

I moved to her cunt and slowly and gently licked her lips. She moved her hips and buried my face in it. Her sweet juices were all over me as I moved up and kissed her on the mons. Then I moved down and gently began to lick her hard clit. Her breathing was now rapid and shallow and her moaning excited me even more than before.

I slid my fingers into her cunt, first one then two then three and started to fuck her with slow strokes. She writhed and started to feel her excitement skyrocket. She pushed her pussy into my hand to get me even deeper. I then bent down and started to gently lick her clit again. She made an animal sound that told me she was right on the edge and I licked her more firmly and pushed my fingers in and out hard and fast.

She arched her back and exploded into a powerful climax. Her cunt squeezed my fingers hard and she cried "oh oh oh oh" with each contraction. Then she stopped her movements and I left my fingers resting inside her hot soaking cunt. After I while I slid them out and my mind suddenly turned to my own tremendous arousal.

I didn't want to ask her to do too much too soon so I opened my legs wide and began to masturbate. My fingers started rubbing my wet cunt faster and faster and I knew I would climax any instant. Then I suddenly felt her hand sliding into my cunt and that sent shock waves through me. She started fucking me the way I had fucked her and an indescribably powerful orgasm washed over me and went on and on and on as my fingers bore down on my clit and she thrust her hand in and out.

When it was finally over we lay in each other's arms for a long time. Then I finally broke the silence and asked "what will you do now?'

She said "I don't think I have to tell you that I now have my answer. I don't know what I am going to do, but I will remember you forever."

Soon we both dressed. Nothing was said about seeing each other again and I wasn't surprised. She had a lot of sorting out in front of her and none of it had anything to do with me. We gently kissed and then we parted. My body was tingling with satisfaction and, although my mind was still a little confused, I had to say that it had been a beautiful afternoon.

Two months later I visited a bar which had just opened near my apartment. I ordered a beer and then looked across the room and saw Julia. "My God, what have I done" I thought.

She stood up, walked over and sat down next to me.

"You have worry written all over your face," she said. "That's because you are a real sweetheart."

"What about Mark?" I said.

"Oh, that was my brother in the pictures," she said. "The whole thing was a scam. I've been a lesbian since I was thirteen. I was just playing a role. I hope you're not mad at me. The sex sure was great."

I wanted to be mad at her, but I couldn't. There is no better way to role-play than to not know that you are playing a role and she was right on about the sex.

"How many times have you done this?" I asked.

"That was the only time," she said. "I did it because my sex life was in a rut and my juices didn't seem to be flowing the way they used to. You made me come so hard that I have been working off that boost ever since. You were such a great fuck that I almost told you, but I decided not to spoil the moment."

Hearing that, of course, instantly made me soaking wet. We quickly left the bar and returned to the scene of the crime. No pictures and no razors this time. And no shyness either. We fucked like bunnies and this time she had her legs wide open with her feet in the air the moment I came near her.

We went to bed a few times after that, but I didn't make the mistake of asking her to move in with me. It was good to be reminded that sex isn't love and that you never know how a super fuck will come your way.

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What's Your Name

Our encounter began on the dance floor. She forced my eyes to notice her lush body. Her movements were precise, hips swaying like a clocks pendulum, hypnotizing me. I was drawn to her.

The bass was deafening, I could feel it, controlling the cadence of my heartbeat. We made no attempt to communicate, instead she used her eyes, hazel eyes, shaped like that of a cats, and her long, lean body. Her sexy ass in motion, sent telepathic, pornographic signals to my mind, as we began to grind, we found our own beat.

Pussy to pussy, tits to tits, hands grasping ass. Hot. She kissed me softly, lightly licking the corners of my mouth. She sent chills to the center of my being.

We continued to grind on the dance floor oblivious of our surroundings. Our hands explored each others bodies. She teased and tweaked my nipples through my tiny tshirt, causing me to whimper and moan, as I lost myself in the strawberry flavor of her lips, trying to devour them whole.

The DJ changed the song to an up tempo beat. She pulled back from our kiss, disengaged her hands from my titties, grabbed my hand and led me in the direction of the restrooms.

She pulled me into the largest stall, and backed me up against the wall. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, and used it to tilt and hold my head back, and attacked my neck like a vampire. Licking, sucking, and nibbling on my ear, as she slowly ground her pussy against mine. The roughness of my denim skirt, atop the smooth satin of my panties, scraped against my very erect clit, with each revolution of her hips, causing little explosions in my stomach that radiated out to every inch of my body. I found myself spreading my legs wider to achieve greater contact.

She dry fucked me against the wall until to I begged her to fuck my flesh. She cupped her hand over my mouth, to muffle the sounds of my moaning, as she teased my erect nipple. With her lips to my ear she whispered wicked, nasty things. She told me she wanted to nibble on my clit while she finger fucked me real slow, but first she would spank me because I was such a slut for letting her fondle my titties when I didn't even know her name.

My pussy ached, I tried to stroke it, to get some relief, but she grabbed my wrist and held it to my side. I felt her other hand move up my thigh, under my skirt, and into my panties. She began to pet my pussy, with soft, long strokes. I purred like a kitten.

With two fingers in my pussy and my tongue in her mouth, I was en route code three to a catastrophic orgasm. Just as I was about to come she removed her fingers from my kitty, and in one swift motion, sat down on the toilet and bent me over her knees. She pulled my panties down and began to spank my ass. She used hard, rapid strokes. I could feel my ass cheeks start to sting. I wiggled on her lap trying to avoid her hand, then my clit came into contact with her knee. The pain of my stinging ass cheeks coupled with the intense pleasure I was getting from grinding my clit on her knee was sensory overload. She could sense my orgasm was pending, so she stopped spanking me and eased her index and middle fingers into my pussy and her thumb up my ass and began to fuck me by slowly rubbing her fingers against each other. With only a thin membrane of flesh separating the fingers in my pussy from the one in my ass, it was like they were one huge dildo. She increased the pressure and the pace, and I began to buck my hips like a bronco. I felt so good, I begged her to fuck me faster, as I worked my hips trying to get more of her thumb up my ass.

I saw burst of white and blue lights as my orgasm hit. She continued to stroke me, wringing three more orgasms out of me. I was sure I'd pass out from sheer pleasure. She slowed her pace and when my insides had relaxed enough she removed her fingers. I laid on her lap like a rag doll for a few moments, then stood up on my shaky legs. She stood up, wrapped me in a gentle hug, kissed me lightly on the lips, and in a low whisper said "Hi, my name is Jessica, what's yours?"

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The Workout

Terry was working hard on the stationery bike, knees pumping like a machine. Her breathing was heavy but regular and sweat ran down her cheeks. She loved doing this three times per week. It seemed to give her even more energy after her shower. She glanced at the row of stair masters and her gaze stopped at #3. A slender brunette had her hands behind her back like an accomplished ice skater and was racing up the imaginary stairs. The girl was about Terry's age which is to say mid 20's and was sweating like Terry also. There was a dark stain down the center of her brief top in back and another down her tights that outlined the crevice that divided her shapely rear cheeks. But what made Terry's breath catch was the play of lights on the damp, coffee-au-lait skin and the compact muscles that rippled under the skin making the reflective display. Suddenly her throat was dry and she was surprised to realize she wanted to lick the damp skin. Geez, it had been seven years since she had been with a girl in her freshman year of college. She had married since then and thought that "experiment" was behind her.

She wasn't aware she was staring until the dark headed girl looked up in the mirror and saw her. The glowing face lit up in a big, friendly smile that Terry had to return. The girl rolled her eyes in mock pain and let her tongue dangle. Terry shook her head in sympathetic agreement and forced herself to look up at the tv screen presenting some daytime talk farce. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the darker woman looking at her. She straightened her back (which thrust her 34C's out to their best advantage) and stepped up the tempo to show she was capable of doing it. She saw her own reflection in the mirror and noted her nipples were outlined by her tight top. They often got hard when her heart was pumping good but somehow she felt it was more than that this time. She was a willowy blonde with pale gray eyes. Men had mentioned that her narrow waist was more like a high school girl than a married woman.

For the next 10 minutes she labored while sneaking peeks at the brunette. As often as not she would find the brunette looking at her too. She began her slowdowns and was able to relax more.... She wiped her face with the hand towel she carried and lifted her hair in back to dab at her neck. The brunette lifted her hair too and let the breeze from the ceiling fan cool her. Terry was startled to see the brunette didn't shave her underarms. The tuft of dark wet underarm hair intrigued rather than repelled her. As if reading her thoughts the other girl wiped her underarm with her hand.... Then the other side. Terry swallowed hard then reluctantly slowed her bike to a stop. She got off and touched her toes twice to stretch her muscles. While holding the stretch she realized she was presenting her back to the other girl. Was it an accident she was showing the girl what her fanny looked like in the taut shorts? God, what was coming over her to be acting and thinking this way? She hurried to the locker room.

She pulled off her wet workout clothes and stuffed them in the bottom of her locker. When she put her sweaty panties in there she wondered how much of the dampness in the crotch was sweat and how much was caused by the girl on the stair master. Oh well, ships that pass in the night she mused and wrapped a towel around her middle and headed for the showers. She adjusted the water and stood under the hard stream. It beat down on her and her body began to feel alive and buoyant again. She soaped her body and seemed to be particularly concerned that her pubic area was clean for she kept rubbing it over and over. Lost in the feelings, she was only vaguely aware the shower in the next cubicle had started until the voice of THE girl spoke to her: "Feels good, huh? I always go home and jump in my Jacuzzi but I have to shower first to get the sweat off first. Do you like to relax in a Jacuzzi?"

"I .. uh ... I don't have a Jacuzzi" she managed to get out. "So I've only been in one or two." Her hand had stopped it's sensuous stroking and was cupping her mound when the door to her shower opened and the brunette stuck her head in. "By the way, I'm Trina. I'd offer my hand but I see yours is busy" she giggled as she pointedly looked down at the hand between Terry's thighs. "If you are free the rest of the day why don't you come to my house and try my Jacuzzi out?"

Terry gathered her wits and, to show she was not intimidated, deliberately rubbed her mound one more slow time before she answered. "I'd love to do that. My name is Terry. Shall I follow you in my car?" Trina nodded agreement and the two hurriedly finished their showers, dried and dressed. They kept up a running dialogue of innocuous conversation that neither would be able to recall later then hurried out to their cars. Trina pulled out of the parking lot and Terry followed closely. No way was she going to let this girl get too far ahead of her. After a few minutes drive they pulled into the driveway of this large house with high hedges shielding the back. Trina hopped out and waved at Terry to come on as she entered the side door.

Terry followed her through the large dining room, library and solarium before Trina opened some sliding doors to reveal an outdoor Jacuzzi. It was in a corner of the yard and shielded on two sides by the high hedges and a third by a large oleander bush. The fourth side faced away from the house so for all practical purposes the bower was secluded. Trina hurried toward it undressing as she went. Her tee and bra just made it to the bench seat by the pool. She stopped long enough to slip her shorts and panties down together ... then turned to look at Terry. "Well? Gonna get nekkid with me?"

All the feelings that had plagued Terry when she looked at Trina on the stair master returned in triplicate when she saw her in the nude. Her slender waist flared into womanly hips and then tapered to long shapely thighs. A thin band of lighter skin marked her bikini bra and panty pattern. Her bush was trimmed on the sides to a narrow arrow head pointing down between her legs. It was lush and thick with a tangle of curls partially covering the thick, darker lips of her vagina. She posed provocatively and waited for Terry to disrobe. "Do you like what you see? She teased.

Terry could only nod .. not trusting her voice. She whipped her pullover off her head and fumbled with the bra fastener. As the bra fluttered to the ground she slid her shorts and panties down her legs and off. She stood as Trina did ... posing for affect. Her shoulder length blonde hair curled around her head. Her breasts thrust out proudly with the tingling nipples jutting out. Her flat stomach gave way to a delta of soft blonde curls that highlighted rather than concealed the pink wet lips of her labia. "Yeah, I DO like what I see" she countered. Do YOU?"

Trina laughed and took her hand. "You'd better believe it, honey." She whispered as she led Terry to the tub. She went down the steps first then turned to assist Terry and steering her to one side. She carefully positioned her and Terry soon realized why ... a strong stream of water was being ejected from one of the spouts ..and it was the right height to strike her right in the crevice of her fanny. She twisted slightly to let it play over her body getting a thrill as it passed over the tight little rear orifice.

Trina told her to put one foot on the ledge then turned her slightly. "Oh my god" Terry mumbled as the jet struck her between the legs. Driving a stream of water into her tunnel. Her knees almost gave way and she grabbed the side of the pool. Trina moved close to catch her ... her arms going around Terry and their wet bodies touching. Terry was reminded of her dreams in the gym and moaned as she leaned into Trina. The new angle sent the stream of water over her clit and she was instantly ready to cum. Trina pulled her close and Terry's arms went around her new friend. Trina pressed close and first their lips then their mounds met. As they swayed in ecstasy the jet of water sprayed between their legs ...it's force alternately hitting each of their heated pussies. Terry groaned in Trina's mouth as her orgasm wracked her body. Her obvious pleasure was enough to push Trina over the edge and she joined her. The two girls writhing and grasping frantically as their bodies soared to heaven and swooped back.

They clung to each other as their bodies convulsed through the shuddering orgasm. Lips moving wildly together ... nibbling, sucking, biting. Tongues playing first in one mouth then the other. Terry groaned loudly as a final wave washed over her. Trina was gasping for breath too. They sagged together while their hearts slowed to normal and breathing was no longer a painful activity.

Trina urged Terry back against the side of the pool. Slipping her hands under the cheeks of your rounded posterior to help her sit on the tiled edge. The ledge was only a few inches above the water. Trina sank in the pool to her neck and moved between the blonde girl's legs. Terry saw her coming and her stomach tightened anew when she realized her friend's intention. She spread her thighs as Trina moved between them. She moaned as she felt Trina's warm breath on her swollen lips. When a soft, searching tongue tip traced the elliptical shape of her pussy lips she closed her eyes and lay back on the tile. Her legs lifted to go over Trina's shoulders. Her heels pressed into Trina's back to urge on onward.

Trina looked at Terry's pussy ... the soft blonde curls now darker with wetness framed the pink, swollen lips... the spread legs opened them so that the more flushed, velvet inner folds were partially exposed. She kissed the top meeting of the lips ... then kissed again below that. She had to kiss first one side then the other after they parted. Soft, lingering kisses. Adoring caresses. She sucked softly on the thickened lips ... pulling them with her lips and suction until the lovely pussy was misshapen ..then letting it fall back into place. Terry's arm was across her eyes and her head was rolling from side to side as she moaned in appreciation.

The knowing lips found the throbbing little bud and closed over it. Pushing back the hood and holding it in a warm wet grip. Inside Trina's mouth the flat of her tongue rubbed over Terry's clit slowly. Pressing across the nerve endings clustered there. She sucked carefully, pulling it deeply into her mouth, lifting the skin around it .. then letting it fall back .. then lifting it again. A finger slipped into Terry's tunnel .... Testing it ... finding it ready. The finger was joined by another then another. Three fingers moved in and out of Terry's pussy ... fucking her slowly in rhythm with the suction on the swollen clitoris.

Terry's legs tightened on the sides of Trina's head. Her thighs thrust to meet each sucking pull on her button ... and each thrust into her depths by the fingers. Trina let the hips count the cadence and soon the girls were moving faster and faster. The blonde was hissing thru clenched teeth as her hips bucked and thrust. Trina's other hand was between her own legs thrusting and pressing up into her pussy. The water sloshing in and out with her hand movements added a bonus that was driving her higher and higher.

Fingers clutched, tangled and pulled Trina's hair as Terry exploded into her mouth. She screamed her ecstasy into the air as her inner muscles contracted on Trina's fingers. Her body jerked and convulsed totally out of control. Her appreciation and the sharp pain from her pulled hair flipped Trina into the orgasmic mode too. She screamed into Terry's pussy and the vibrations sent shock waves through the blonde's body from head to toe. Trina glued her mouth to the sopping pussy and drank nectar to her heart's content. And Terry was only to happy to supply her with discharge after discharge as they both had another series of orgasms.

Trina crawled up beside her friend's exhausted and prone body and collapsed with her head on Terry's shoulder. She snuggled close and whispered "I've got a friend that would dearly love to meet some one as orgasmic as you are. I think you will like her too." Terry could only smile encouragingly and nod. This would seem to be the beginning of a new chapter in her life. A chapter she was looking forward to with some real interest. She had known Trina for less than three hours and had lost count of her orgasms after the sixth one. She could handle this. Oh yeah, she could really handle this.

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Manipulating Meghan

Dropping out of the rat race, I ditched work today and went to catch a first run movie. The young lady behind me in line wanted to make chit-chat. That was fine with me. We had quite a wait ahead of us.

Her name was Meghan. She was 19, recently engaged to a boy in the small town where she lived and just gushing with happiness. I found her cute with her long auburn hair in a thick braid that reached the middle of her back. Fluffy bangs framed her forehead and she seemed to blow at them by habit. She was green-eyed, 5'6" and slim. She wore a simple yellow shirtwaist dress, cinched with a brown leather belt, brown loafers, no stockings. No makeup marred her flawless skin. She didn't need it. It was smooth and creamy and her lips a natural soft red. She said her dad and her fiance, Kurt, have never understood her need to come often to the big city.

Now, I am an executive at an advertising firm, tallish, with black hair. Polished, beautiful according to most, 38, and stacked nicely. However, I went for the casual look in the movie line today with my hair up and in a clip, slacks and a shirt rolled up at the sleeves. I am divorced with no children. My ex-husband caught me in a most indelicate (for him) situation six years ago while we were on a trip in the South of France. Coming in early from his business meeting, he found me sucking the pussy of our desk clerk. I offered to share, but he was having none of it. She was a lovely young woman from Australia I'd noticed immediately when we arrived. Young, healthy, vibrant--just the way I love my women. Like the one I'm talking to now. She'd brought up a piece of my jewelry from the safe and I easily seduced her with my words and my hands. Aussie pussy is the way I like to remember her.

Just as we were nearing the box office, the Sold Out sign appeared. "Gosh darn," she wailed. "All that waiting for nothing. What am I going to do with myself now?"

Oh, shit was my unsaid sentiment. "This is a bummer," I commiserated verbally. "I have the day ahead of me, too. I called in sick for this."

Then a thought hit me. Right between the legs. "Meghan, my condo is very near here. Would you like to follow me there? We can watch a video and have lunch."

"That would be great, Elly" she said enthusiastically. "I'm glad to have made a new friend."

We got to my place and I settled her in on the sofa. "Which would you like to do first, Meghan? Eat or watch a movie?"

"Let's do the movie first. I had a late breakfast. What are we watching?"

"How about we be a little mischievous, Meghan and watch an XXX-rated movie," I asked hopefully. On my drive home, I decided I could really have a little fun with this girl. If she was game. I hadn't had a woman in a few weeks and I needed that softness.

She went for it. "This is so exciting. I've never seen one before. Things are so different back home. We certainly can't get them at our video store. My dad is a pillar in the community. Why he'd go crazy if he thought I wasn't still a virgin. He would have a stroke he if caught me watching an adult movie."

So, she was still a virgin. Well, I certainly can't insert anything to far into her. My favorite dildo will have to stay hidden. I'll just put my fingers in her a little, just to wet them. Feel her warmth for a few seconds anyway. I would have to content myself with eating her pussy and sucking those lovely breasts. I can live with that. And then there's kissing. I love kissing women. Maybe I can screw her. God, I love that, too. I may even have to convince her that it's not real fucking. "You're still a virgin, Meghan? That's so refreshing! You can learn a few things from the movie."

"You bet. No one will find out. And I like feeling a little bit naughty," she said shyly.

I looked over my collection and found my favorite. It was a trilogy which included man-woman, girl-girl and boy-boy. There were actually good plots, decent dialog and lots of fucking. I watched her from the corner of my eye as she paid rapt attention to the fucking in the movie from beginning to end. She was quiet afterward.

"So, Meghan, did you like the movie?" I asked as I rose from the sofa and stood behind her. She was tensed up and I began rubbing her shoulders, starting my seduction. "I know you're an innocent, but someday you'll be doing some of those things with you husband. He'll lick these beautiful breasts of yours," I crooned as I captured them in my hands and squeezed.

"I had no idea people did things like this. Elly, please don't...Kurt never touches me like this." She breathed raggedly, chest heaving.

"Shh, sweetheart. People have all kinds of sex. They will do anything to get the release that only a good cum can bring. There is nothing wrong with anything you saw on that screen. It's what people do." I unbuttoned the top of her dress, slipped my hands inside her bra, rubbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples. "Just feel me touching your skin."

"Oh, my heavens," she shuddered.

"Meghan, I've done those things with men and women, separately and together." I continued rubbing her and bent to kiss the top of her head. "About two months ago, a couple was here collecting for a charity. I fucked them both. He fucked me from behind while I ate his wife's pussy. Do you remember seeing that scene in the movie?"

"You put your face in her..., like the girl in the movie?" Meghan asked quietly. "Did you do all those other things to her?"

"Yes. Yes I did. I very much enjoy making love to young women. If you let me, I'd like to do those things with you, Meghan."

"That movie did give me some strange feelings," she said, standing. "Kurt never touches my breasts except by accident and I am almost certain he wouldn't let me sit on his face. If I let you touch me like that, I'll still be a virgin for him, won't I, Elly?"

"Technically, yes, sweetheart. Now let me see you undress." My eyes feasted on her as she shed her clothes. She was still a bit uncertain as to what she was getting into. For me, unexpected pussy was such a treasure. And I was about to taste her virgin stuff.

"Aren't you going to get undressed? " she asked as she stepped out of her panties. "I don't want to be naked by myself."

"Of course. Wow, you have a gorgeous body. I most certainly will enjoy you." I led her to the bedroom. It was time to put my hungry tongue work.

I wasted no time taking her in my arms. I rammed my tongue into her sweet mouth as I squeezed her ass cheeks. She gasped, caught off guard. She kind of starting kissing me back as I brought a hand to her pussy. It was already moist. I intended to have her dripping into my mouth in a matter of minutes.

I positioned myself in the bed and instructed Meghan to grab the headboard. She settled her pussy in the vicinity of my face. Her pussy lips were large, just the way I like them. I slowly pulled them open as she whimpered. I made a 'fuck you' hand and stuck the finger just inside her vagina, moving it around to feel her moisture and heat. Then I brought her down to my mouth and began licking her, lapping at her. She squirmed, but I held tight as I took her. When my tongue slipped into her wet, open slit, she muttered an expletive her daddy would be ashamed of. Oh, but Daddy should see his little girl now, naked, with a woman's tongue lodged in her pussy. When at last I found that little extended core outside of her and manipulated it, the little small town girl twirled her cute ass, braid swaying and fucked my face like the girl in the movie. She moaned in pure ecstacy as she came 'once, twice, three times with a lady.' Ha ha!

I left her, well-fucked and exhausted, to freshen up while I made something for lunch. The small feast was laid out on the coffee table in the living room when she came in, wearing the robe I'd loaned her. She sat on the floor and continued to talk as we ate. She told me her mom left her dad and her for another man when she was 10. Her dad was broken-hearted and called her mom the worse kind of whore. He vowed to raise her right, so they moved to the new town where they were now living. Daddy and she took up a pious existence, she explained.

After lunch, Meghan stood and said, "Elly, this has been a real good experience for me--the best I've had in the city--but it's getting late. Dad and Kurt will be wondering what happened to me."

"It's been good for me, too, sweetheart. I loved seeing your gorgeous body and feeling you cum. But before you leave, I need something from you Meghan. I need to cum like you did."

Meghan began talking very fast. "Elly, what you did to me was wonderful. It really was. I mean I feel so good. Your tongue on my...in my...But I can't reciprocate. I just can't. You understand, don't you?" She gasped for a breath.

"Hold on, honey. You don't have to do anything. Just lie down on the carpet. I'll take from you, but I guarantee you'll join me in my pleasure." She did as I requested. Cupping her mound, I said, "Yours is so big for a young woman. I just want to feel mine on it."

"Oh," she released her breath, but caught it again as I began rubbing those big swollen lips. I touched the right buttons because she was writhing in no time at all, taking her pleasure once again.

Now it was my turn. I positioned myself above her, then bent my head for a deep tongue kiss. Suckling each small breast in my mouth, I lavished each with tongue and saliva. She whimpered when I made contact with her pussy. It was pure rapture as I slowly raked my pussy up and down her mound, joining with her. When I began to screw my body in circles on her, she learned fast, captured my rhythm and screwed me in return. I came several times on her heated mound, wetting her completely. Of course, I couldn't let her get dressed all wet. What else was there for me to do except put her legs on my shoulders and lick her clean again?

At the door, I gave her my card with my business and home numbers. "I enjoyed you, Meghan. If you ever want a repeat, call me."

Two months later my secretary buzzed me telling me I had a visitor. She only gave the name Meghan. "Please send her in, Joyce." The girl was as beautiful today as she was the first time I saw her.

"Hi, Elly," she said shyly. "I know you're surprised to see me after all this time."

"Pleasantly surprised, Meghan. How have you been. You look wonderful."

"I've been good, Elly. Thank you. I was just wondering if you could, if you would..."

Meghan couldn't seem to finish her request. I knew exactly what she wanted. "Of course, sweetheart," I said, rising to lock my office door. "Take off your panties and sit here." I pointed to an arm chair. "I'm afraid I don't have much time. I have a business meeting down the hall."

"That's okay. I just need...Please put your tongue in me. Just a little bit, Elly. There, I said it."

I took her quickly. She was primed and ready and her cum took no less than two minutes. She thanked me as she straightened her clothes. My secretary's buzz informed me that my meeting was about to begin. Well, I'd have to go with pussy on my breath. But I'm not complaining!

The next time I heard from Meghan was four months later. She asked me to meet her in a park halfway between her town and my city. I pulled my Lincoln into the parking lot next to Meghan's compact. She got into my car.

"Elly, I wanted to tell you that Kurt and I have moved up the wedding. It was my idea. You've stirred all these feeling up in me. If I don't marry him now, I might not ever. I love him, of course, but I also like what we did together."

"It's all right to want both, Meghan. Remember I was married. Maybe you'll find a girl in your home town to have sex with. There is probably one that already wants you. Let her find you, become her best friend and you can fuck her almost whenever you want. In the meantime, Meghan, may I please have some pussy?"

"Heavens, yes!" We opened our doors and got out. I looked around the park. There was not another soul in sight. My back seat was large enough to afford us comfort as I sucked and screwed a very vocal Meghan just weeks before her wedding.

If you do anything worthwhile today, "do it" with a woman.

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Appreciated

I am a 34-year-old married mother of two who started reading erotic story sites on the Internet when I was just "wandering around one night," bored and lonely while the kids slept and my husband worked late or worked out of town. I started reading the lesbian stories out of curiosity and the next thing you know I was fantasizing about women, thinking I might have bisexual tendencies and masturbating myself to sleep with my new fantasies of other women. This all happened about the same time I started working out at a gym trying to lose some of the baby fat I put on from two pregnancies. I am 40dd (all natural breasts), but don't be too impressed, because I'm pretty "full figured" in the hips and but as well. I'm not fat, but I do have that extra that many women put on when they have babies and stay home. I started my program by doing aerobics and light weights, and after about three weeks I kept noticing that this young woman was there just about every time I was. I didn't really pay any attention until I started noticing her staring at me, especially in the mirror of the aerobics room.

She was everything I was not -- young (20), strikingly pretty, and very thin and petite. She looked like a cheerleader, with natural blond hair and blue eyes and the cutest little figure. She wore these cute little workout outfits with the thong leotards over her shorts, while I wore bagging shirts and baggy shorts that covered my extra "curves." Over the next couple of weeks, I found myself wondering if she really was staring at me or if it was just my imagination, and I started keeping an eye on her around the gym. Eventually, I realize she was keeping a close eye on me, too, but I figured she was just being thankful that she had her perfect little body, and not mine. But the more I watched her, the more I wondered, and the more I started to fantasize about her at night. I started imaging what it would like to see her nude and touch her sweet little body. I had never even touched a woman in that way before, but I was starting to think about it more and more as I touched myself at night. The more I fantasized about this, the more erotic stories I read and the more time I spent reading about women making love with other women. She made a daily habit of showering and changing in the lockerroom, while I always went straight home. I was too embarrassed to change in front of all those women, but one day I had several errands to take care of and I really needed a workout, so I decided to just make the best of it by going to my workout after my errands.

My kids were at my moms, so I decided to just take my time and wait until the end of the evening when no one else would be there. Wouldn't you know it? She was there that evening, and she came in about two minutes after me. I had hoped to avoid seeing her in the lockerroom, both because I was too scared to show my body and too afraid I might not be able to avoid staring at her. But I went on with my workout, noticing that as women left one by one, we were the only two left. I was exhausted waiting for her to leave, and I finally had to just give up and head to the lockerroom, which I found to be empty. I was sitting in front of my locker when I started to undress. Facing my locker, away from the door, I slipped my T-shirt over my head and started slipping my huge sweaty sports bra over my breasts when all of a sudden she walked in. I almost died, because there I was trying to get my sweaty bra off over my head, with my huge breasts just bouncing out all over the place. She walked directly to a spot just two lockers away, and as I turned away from her in my embarrassment, she smiled and said, 'don't worry, we're all just girls in here. We've all got the same things." Then she stopped, looked down at her own chest, then looked toward my hanging breasts and said, "although some of us have a lot more than others." She was practically staring at my breasts, and I felt my huge nipples getting hard as I muttered something like, "well, being big busted isn't everything.

Some of us would like to be petite and cute and pretty, like you." She smiled and sort of blushed and said, "Thanks, that's sweet, but I really wish I had a better body." "A better body?" I said. "You've got a perfect body." "Perfect," she said. "I feel like a little boy. My chest is flat and my butt is tiny. I can't fill out a shirt or a pair of jeans." "I bet you've got more guys than you know what to do with," I said. "No, not really," she said. "Besides, boys are a pain. Who needs them?" I just continued to sit there with my hard nipples jutting out and this strange feeling between my legs, not knowing what to do as she started to undress. First, she slipped off her leotard, leaving her in her sports bra and lycra shorts. As she slipped off her sports bra, she revealed the sweetest little breasts, round little mounds with perfect little nipples, like cherries on a scoop of ice cream.

She caught me looking and frowned and said, "See I told you. Not much, are they?" I stammered out something like, "They're fine. They fit you perfectly. Besides, you don't know what it's like to carry these things around all day." "I wish I did," she said. "I wish I could be that big, just for one day." "What would you do?" I asked. "I'd spend all day bouncing them and jiggling them and touching them and squeezing." I was shocked to say the least at her boldness, and I was even more surprised when she sort of absent mindedly brushed her hand across her left breast, lingering at the nipple for a few seconds before she smiled at me and said, "sorry if I surprised you. I hope I didn't offend you or anything." "No, no that's fine," I said. "I wish there was someway we could switch places for one day." "Well, there is one way we can sort of see what it's like," she said, with a mischievous smile that made me wonder what she was up to. "What's that," I asked. "This," she said, reaching out gently to place her tiny hands under the heavy weight of my breasts. I almost jumped, partly out of shock and partly out of that jolt that came with my first touch from a woman. She gave my breasts a light squeeze and lifted them both, like she was weighing them and trying them on for size.

She must have heard me moan, because she smiled and said, "Is this OK?" I mumbled "yes" and she squeezed harder, lifting my huge breasts and pushing them together to show my deep cleavage. Then she put her thumbs on my nipples and started squeezing my thick, long nipples as she played with my aching tits. Her hands were so petite that her thumbs were about as thick as my nipples and her palms couldn't even cover my huge pancake-sized areola. The more she squeezed, the more I moaned. After about two minutes, she took me to another level of pleasure when she placed her sweet little mouth on my nipples and started sucking like a baby. She drove me nuts as she sucked, licked and chewed and continue to bounce and jiggle my swollen tits. She lifted them and dropped them, made them sway side and side and played with them until I was so wet I had soaked my panties. Finally she looked me in the eye, and told me, "You are everything I fantasize about. I love your big tits, your round, full ass and your beautiful hips. I watch you every day and go home and night and fantasize about exploring every inch of your beautiful body. I've been with other girls my own age with bodies like mine, but I've never been with a real woman before, and I want you so bad." With that, she kissed me, full and deep, unlike any kiss I had ever experienced with a man. Her kiss melted my defenses, and I knew I had to explore life "on the other side." I wanted her too, and I nodded yes when she asked me to go home with her.

I called my mom in a daze, said I wasn't feeling well and asked her to take care of the kids tonight. Then I went to her apartment (her name turned out to be Rebecca, and she is a 20-year-old college student) and I experienced the most passionate night of lovemaking in my entire life. She practically worshipped me, head to toe. I was no longer chubby with her (like my husband calls me). Instead, I was "voluptuous" and "curvaceous," and everything she wanted. She was so good to me. Even though she's so much younger, she taught me so many things. Her body was so perfect and so athletic that I almost ran home when I saw her naked for the first time. She had a pretty little waist and a cute round butt to go with her perky little breasts, and she had trimmed her blond pubes closely and her pussy looked so perfect, like a little flower. Meanwhile, I had not bothered to trim my dark, hairy bush for about a month and I was almost too embarrassed to spread my legs for her. But she begged me and coerced me with kissed, and I came to find that she also has a thing for big, beautiful women with really hairy bushes.

She ran her fingers through the thick curls and buried her face in it and drove me nuts as she licked every inch of me. By the time she finally got to my clit, I exploded in her face after about 10 light licks. It was the first of countless orgasms that night. She taught me how to finger her and lick her to orgasm too, and she brought out her collection of toys to use on me. Our favorite position was when she pulled on a long, thick pink strap-on dildo about twice the size of my husband's penis and had me sit on her lap, facing away from her, while we faced a mirror. It was the first time I actually felt beautiful and desirable in years, and she really got off playing with my tits from that angle as I bounced up and down on her big dildo. I think she was living out her fantasy of what it would be like to have really big, soft, natural breasts like mine. We've gotten together four times since then and each time is better than the first. She makes me feel beautiful and sexy and I fulfill her fantasy to be with a big, beautiful, busty woman. I haven't told my husband, and I don't plan to. Until he can do what she can do for me, he'll just have to wait.

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Coffee Shop Escapade

Cindy was walking home after one more boring day at the office. Seems that she couldn't get out of the routine of the accounting job she held for about two years. Even the road home was routine. She stop at the small coffee shop at the corner of her street, like she always did after a busy day.

"Hi Jim", she greeted the bartender, entering the bar. "The usual, please". She chose a table by the window. She loved the view to the park, especially at this hour of the day, when the sun was about to set. There were hardly any people on the street, nor in the bar, for that matter. The few customers were reading newspapers or were quietly sipping their coffees.

"Here you go, Cindy", interrupted Jim, bringing the order.

"Thank you, Jim. You're so kind. You don't know the work I had to do today. I'm finished."

"Yeah, I know what you mean", replied Jim, moving to take the order from another table. "It's just one of those days".

"I'll have what the lady has", ordered the customer.

While still paying attention to Jim, Cindy overheard the other and noticed for the first time the woman sitting at the table in front of her. Beautiful, mid 20s, long blonde hair falling freely on her shoulders and her white, buttoned blouse. She was staring at her, as to see Cindy's reaction. Well, she certainly made her look.

Cindy resumed her coffee cup, chasing away the fatigue with each sip. Outside the sun was turning red, bringing strange shades of green from the trees through the window. Mesmerised, Cindy traced the sunlight from the leafs in the trees, to the glass window, to the table in front of her, and there to the other woman. She's so beautiful. The sun danced on her lovely face. Her hair was glimmering, shimmering, in the sun. With her long, red fingernails, she was arranging some stray strands of hair that had fallen over her eyes. Her blue eyes were shining with delight as she brought the coffee cup the waiter just brought to her full, sensual lips, with a touch of lipstick.

"You have great taste", she said.

"Well, thank you.", answered Cindy, suddenly awaken from her reverie. She took it as a more personal compliment, and realized she liked it. Actually, she was finding that stranger a bit too beautiful, that is to say quite attractive. She never thought she could find another woman attractive in physical way. She tried to blame it on her tiredness and chase the thought away, but the woman spoke:

"Mind if I join you?"

Taken by surprise, Cindy found herself conceding: "Yes, of course, be my guest". The woman stood up and Cindy got a good look of her magnificent breasts, as she walked over to her table, taking a seat right in front of her. They sat together, face to face, with Cindy still very much under the shock of her courage. Josie, as she found out to be the name of the woman, was a hairdresser and worked a couple of blocks away and loved to came here after her shift ended to walk in the park. They made small talk for a while, but Cindy was feeling awkward as the tension was building up from her still persisting attraction. Then Josie began to casually unbutton the first two buttons of her blouse, exposing her full breasts, firmly kept in the white lace bra Cindy could now see. The sight was too much and Cindy grew unaware of the conversation, trying not to be caught peeking in Josie's cleavage.

"Beautiful, aren't they?", asked Josie.

"No, no, I..., well, ...I mean...".Cindy was caught red handed.

"I meant the trees in the park. Surely they are beautiful in this light".

"Oh, the trees", replied relieved Cindy. "Yes, but of course. I thought you were referring to...I mean... nothing".

"My breasts, right? I noticed you were checking me out. That's OK, you don't have to hide it. I don't mind. Quite the opposite, in fact".

Cindy blushed. This woman was definitely coming on to her. The desire to explore her femininity silenced her. Josie's smile said it all:

"I'm going to the ladies room. If you want to, come and join me." She stood up and walked towards the toilette, writhing her ass in front of Cindy. The desire was too strong. To go or not to go? Like that was a question. Cindy stood up and followed her in the ladies room. Josie opened the door and took a quick look inside to make sure there was no one in. Cindy followed her in, inhaling the smell of her hair that lingered on. Josie turned to close the door:

"I want you. Right now, right here."

She took Cindy by the hand and led her to the last stall. She locked the door and pulled Cindy towards her. Their faces closed in towards each other, their lips met. It was different, sensual. The lust invaded them. Cindy's body was pressed against Josie's. Through their clothes, they could feel the curves of each other's bodies. Their hands, clumsy at first, became gluttonous. Their mouths also. They covered themselves in hungry kisses, in voluptuous caresses.

Cindy grew unaware about the confined space, far too unconventional for this kind of exploration. Actually, more like explosion! She let herself slowly go in the expert hands of the blonde. Josie turned her around and sat on the cold rim of the toilet:

"I can't hold on anymore. I wanna eat you right now. Undo your skirt"

Cindy pulled her zipper down and let her navy blue dress fell on the floor. Josie motioned her closer and planted a small kiss on her belly button, then took Cindy's dripping wet panties and rolled them down. She closed her face to the inner tights and darted her tongue into her sweet patch of curly hair. Cindy shuddered as the intruder was touching her most intimate parts. Josie raised her eyes to check her lover's reaction. The head thrown back, the eyes closed, the shallow breath, gave her the go ahead.

She slowly parted her lower lips. A jewel was offering to her: Cindy's clit! With the tip of her tongue Josie teased the precious. Cindy held on to the door of the stall and pushes her pelvis towards her, to allow her better access. Josie hands were stroking her tights, the soft checks of her ass. Cindy had at once surrendered to the wonders offered. She put her hands on her head and, caressing her curls, pulled her closer to her moist mound.

Cindy felt like tasted for the first time. Josie was slowly licking the walls of her vagina. Her tongue darted out to explore her. She took on her clit, as her hands continued to fondle her body, her tights, her buns. She went up to her chest, to her beautiful breasts. But her tongue couldn't leave the sweet spot it founded. She ate her, lapping the delicious nectar. The orgasm filled Cindy, releasing the tension harboured between her legs. Girl cum was the next best thing to add to Josie's make up.

Cindy took Josie's head and brought her lips to hers. She kissed her deeply, tasting her juices on the blonde's lipstick:

"Let's go over to my place. I want to take my turn."

"Glad I made you decide upon it.", smiled Josie. "But let's freshen up first, you don't want people to see us like that."

They made themselves presentable, then went out to top the bill.

"You're looking better, Cindy", observed Jim.

"Well, as a matter of fact, I feel better, thank you".

"Great. Have a nice day".

"You bet I will", answer Cindy, following Josie through the coffee shop door and motioned her to her apartment.

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