Ice Queen

"OH, YES....YES, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Janet screamed.

I was thrusting fast and hard into her pussy, grabbing first one tit then the other, pulling myself forward so my cock was in constant contact with her swollen clit. I was in complete control of her body and enjoying every second. Her legs were spread wide with her feet planted on the bed trying vainly to thrust against me, but I just kept jamming her ass into the mattress. Her hands were grasping at mine, either trying to pull them away or helping me squeeze harder. I didn't care either way, because I was squeezing as hard as I could and wasn't about to ease up. Her eyes were closed as she tossed her head in every direction.

"oooooOOOOOOOOOO," She moaned as she ran her hands up my arms, digging her fingers into my biceps.

I could sense the familiar quiver in her lower belly just before I felt it in her thighs as the dam burst letting the love juices rush out of her body. The fake penis against my own pussy and the joy of knowing that I had provided so much pleasure for this lovely creature, who I loved with all my heart, caused me to climax at the same time. I pulled the dildo out immediately and dove for her pussy. I wanted to capture all of her sweet essence, cleaning her pussy thoroughly with my lips and tongue before moving up to take her in my arms. Janet was petite and I was fairly large, for a female, so it felt like I was holding a child.

It all began the first time I saw Janet. I was only 28 but already a department manager for a fairly large electronics firm and a lesbian, but no one at work knew this. I was very discreet about my few affairs, even dating the occasional male to keep up appearances, but I had never been in love. I had a reputation as a workaholic, so I think everyone believed I was more interested in my work than in my social life. I had heard that some referred to me as the "Ice Queen".

I was in a conference of department heads one day when this lovely young brunette about 5'2" brought in some papers for one of the guys in the meeting. She was tastefully dressed but it was easy to see that she was well proportioned with a trim ass, nice tits and lovely legs. She brought to mind Mary Ann on "Gilligan's Island". It was lust at first sight..

After some discreet inquires, I found out her name, where she worked, that she was 21 years old and single. I started to contrive all kinds reasons just to get a look at her and say hello. Then I got lucky.

My administrative assistant's husband got transferred to another city. I was praying Janet would reply to the job posting. The posting had to stay up a week before I could begin interviewing. I didn't know what I was going to do if she didn't apply. Janet's request came in on the last day. I went through the motions of interviewing the other applicants, in order to keep up appearances, knowing all along that Janet had the job, whether she was qualified or not.

When she started working for me I was in heaven just being around her all day, but I still wanted to make love to her so bad that my panties would get soaked just thinking about it. I still had to be very discreet about my feelings at work, even refraining from touching her, but was constantly trying to think of a plan to get her in my arms. In the mail one day was the registration form for a trade show in Chicago. I knew then what to do.

"Janet, would you come in here please?"

"Yes, Ms. Richards," she said brightly, as she came through the door, causing my heart to skip a beat, "What can I do for you?"

"If she only knew," I thought.

"Would you like to go to Chicago?" I asked, praying the answer would be yes.

"Oh yes, Ma'am, I would love to go."

"There is a trade show in Chicago in two weeks. I think it would be a good idea if you went with me so you could get a better idea of the different products we deal with," I said with a straight face, "If you are free, why don't we go up on the previous Friday and do some shopping over the weekend?"

"I'm free and I love to shop."

It seemed like two years until we finally arrived at the hotel in Chicago. I had reserved a two bedroom suite, paying for most of it out of my own pocket, praying we would only use one of the bedrooms.

Entering the master bedroom, eyeing the king size bed with anticipation, I shed my clothes and took a quick shower. I put on my prettiest robe over my naked body and headed for Janet's room. The robe was tailored to show a lot of cleavage and just tight enough to exhibit my big nipples.

I knocked on her door, calling out, "May I come in?"

"Sure, Ms. Richards, come on in."

Janet sitting in front of a vanity, in bra and panties, moving her head around, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Are you okay?" I inquired as my nipples pressed harder against my robe, my pussy got wetter and my hands began to tingle with anticipation.

"I guess it was a little too cold on the plane. My neck and shoulders are really stiff."

"Here, let me help you," I said, trying to hide my eagerness, "And by the way, please call me Maggie. Ms. Richards makes me feel like a dried up old prune."

"Oh, you are not, I think you are beautiful."

"Well, thank you for the compliment. For that you will receive my deluxe shoulder massage," Thinking as I said it, that she didn't realize yet how deluxe I wanted to get.

I held my breath as I touched her soft, bare skin for the first time. I stood behind her gently massaging her shoulders while admiring the reflection of this lovely brunette getting her shoulders rubbed by a big boned blonde with nipples vainly trying to burst through her robe. I massaged her shoulders and neck for a few minutes before subtlety moving her bra straps off her shoulders, nearly pushing the A cup bra, that was full of goodies, below her nipples. She was smiling, her eyes closed as her head was tilted back to where the top of her head was just below my yearning breasts. As my hands began to stray to the front of her shoulders toward to upper part of her breasts, there was a barely perceptible increase in her breathing, causing me to think my dreams were about to come true. But curses, foiled.

She opened her eyes and sat at little straighter saying, "Thank you, Ms. Rich..uh...Maggie, I feel so much better now."

"Glad to be of service my dear," I said as I squeezed her upper arms and kissed her on top of the head, "Why don't you take a hot bath while I order room service."

As we ate, Janet's eyes frequently strayed to my bosom. It took a lot of effort on my part to keep my hands above the table while I had an nearly overwhelming desire to place them both on my pussy. After eating, we went to our respective bedrooms.

My thighs were so sticky I had to take a bath. I lay back in the tub and began squeezing my already distended nipples, fondling my breasts, repeatedly whispering "Janet". Working on my breasts was causing my clit to throb. I scooted down in the tub until my mouth and nose were just clear of the water, putting my legs on the sides of the tub, placed my thumb against my swollen clit, inserted two fingers in my pussy and began fucking myself, wishing hotels had larger bars of soap. I lay there, exhausted, after two delicious orgasms, until the water became a little too cool. I fell asleep, with both hands between my legs, making plans for the next day.

After breakfast we went shopping, as promised. I knew of this shop that had all kinds of neat sex toys and very sexy, expensive, lingerie. Since Janet didn't know her way around, it was easy to maneuver around the streets until we eventually, "accidentally", walked past the shop.

As we walked in front of it, I said, "Look! Let's look at some lingerie."

"Okay," she replied.

The signs outside indicated it was nothing more than a lingerie shop but I knew better. We browsed for about thirty minutes, looking at the various items and giggling. I picked different outfits, telling her that she would really look sexy in them, trying in vain to get her to model them. At first she would blush and stammer a little, but soon was finding outfits for me. I finally maneuvered her to the back of the store.

"Oh, look," pointing at the batwing doors, "Lets see what's in there."

Her eyes were as big as saucers as she realized what was in there. She exclaimed, a little timidly, "Do you think you think we should go in there?"

"Sure, it might be fun."

We looked at all the different toys, each one would eliciting a timid comment of disbelief from Janet, especially a 10" black dildo. However, she was soon in the spirit of things again and showing an interest in different items. At one point with came across this black patent leather outfit consisting of a bustier, stockings, gloves and g-string.

I was mildly shocked when she said, with a wicked grin, "You would look positively lethal in that Maggie!"

"Do you really think so?" I laughingly asked.

Blushing, she said, "Yes, I do."

I didn't tell her the truth. I already had an similar outfit. I was getting hot just thinking about it.

On the way back to the hotel I told her to dress up, we were going to a fancy restaurant.

As I was taking a shower, I got so horny thinking about that black dildo and Janet at the same time, I had to relieve the pressure. Pressing my tits against the cool tiles, I spread my legs and masturbated with both hands while imagining Janet fucking me with that black monster.

As I dressed, I admired myself in the mirror. I had on a classy black strapless that fit me perfectly. It afforded a good view of the cleavage created by my 38C breasts, hugged my 32" waist, covered my big, firm, sexy ass without showing a panty line( which I didn't bother with that night) and ended just far enough above the knees to exhibit my fantastic pair of legs, encased in sheer black thigh highs. The black heels added 2" to my five feet eight inches, making me look even taller. The single strand of pearls gently caressed the upper part of my bosom. That combination plus my blonde pixie cut made me look good enough to eat. In fact, I was more than ready to be eaten.

Janet was dressed in a lovely off-white tailored suit. The vee of the jacket came to about mid-breast, offering just a hint of her small but nearly perfect breasts. The skirt ended below her knees, but was slit up one side to mid thigh. She looked so sexy that I thought seriously about forgetting dinner and taking her right there.

We went to a very expensive French restaurant, with the proper amount of lighting for a seductive evening.. I had just enough wine to eliminate any inhibitions. When Janet began to slur her words a little I knew the time was near.

As I slipped my arm around her in the elevator, she leaned into me just a little. It took every bit of will power I could muster to keep from kissing her right there. We remained this way until we reached the suite. I opened the door and let her pass. When I closed the door and turned around Janet was facing me, a little wobbly.

"Thank you, Maggie, for such a wonderful dinner... and fun day."

"I feel like we have been on a date," I replied, searching for an opening.

"So do I"

"Well, shall we end the evening as a date is supposed to end," I said, stepping close to place a hand on her waist, "With a kiss?"

She didn't reply as I bent to kiss her tenderly on the lips. Her lips were parted but she didn't kiss back I raised my head and looked into her eyes. It was easy to see that she wanted another one. This time she began to respond. When I began caressing her lips lightly with the tip of my tongue, I could sense her sigh inwardly as her trembling hands went behind my neck, her tongue answering mine. When I moved my left hand up and began fondling her right breast, through her jacket, she wrapped both arms tightly around my neck, increasing the pressure on my lips. Our passions were beginning to increase as our tongues caressed one another.

After a few minutes of this, I backed off, "I want to make love to you."

"Oh, Maggie, I don't know. I think I want you to, but I've never done anything like this before. I am so afraid. I've never made love with a woman. I don't think I'm a lesbian. " She managed to reply while gasping for breath.

"Well, Sweetheart, I am a lesbian, but you don't have to be to enjoy the pleasures of another woman. I will be very gentle with you and will stop anytime you want to."

I led her to my bedroom and we began kissing, with more passion this time. While we were kissing I managed to unbutton her jacket and get a hand on one of her naked breasts. I could tell by her reaction that her breasts were very sensitive. I slipped her jacket off. and held her at arms length.

"Oh, Janet, you so beautiful and your breasts are just as I dreamed they would be," I whispered as I gazed on two firm, cone shaped, breasts, with rosy nipples, protruding from her chest.

"Oh, Maggie, they are so small," She replied apologetically.

"No, Sweetie, their not. They're simply lovely."

I pulled her to me again, kissing her neck, nibbling her ears while softly fondling her tits. I was rapidly finding her sensitive spots. Each time I would touch one she would pull her arms tighter around my neck and emit a small gasp. Gradually, I worked my way down her chest so I could feast on her beautiful titties. Just my warm breath caused a reaction. When I took one of her nipples between my lips, she put a death grip on my neck, thrust her breast against my mouth and started moaning. When I took her whole breast in my mouth she shoved at me so hard I thought I would choke on it.

"Ohhhh, Maggie,.... Maggie, ...that is sooo good,... soooo good,... I love it, I love it, please suck the other one." She managed to say while sucking for air.

I obeyed gladly. I ran my hands under her ass, lifted her off the floor and continued to suck. This drove her so wild that she put her hands on my shoulders and began moving one breast then other to my mouth. She tried to wrap her legs around my waist but her skirt was in the way.

Finally, I let her down so we could both catch our breaths.

"Do you want to stop yet?" I inquired with a wicked grin on my face.

"Oh, no, no, I never want to stop. You are making me so hot that I think I'm going to explode."

"I hope so. Is your little pussy wet? Is it soaking wet yet?"

Still gasping for breath, she replied, "Yes....It is wet...it is wetter than it has ever been. My panties are completely soaked."

"I can take care of that," I said as I slid to my knees and unfastened her skirt.

I pushed it to floor and had her step out of it. She started to take off her shoes but I stopped her. They made her look so sexy. Then I put my fingers under the waist band of her panties and pulled them down slowly. I had wanted to do this for so long, I really wanted to prolong the joy. When she had stepped out of her panties, I looked up at her and while I ran my tongue along her slit. I could see the naked lust in her eyes as she looked back, while rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

"Your juices taste so good, so sweet, " I said as she pinched her nipples harder.

I was too tall to really get at her pussy while she was standing, so I pushed her back until she reached the bed and sat on the edge. I spread her legs and eyed a lovely, tight crack covered with soft brown hair. I ran the tip of my tongue up and down her crack a couple of times, getting more of her love juice. Each time I did this I could feel little shivers in her thighs. When I felt her fingers in my hair, I looked up. She was staring intently at me with anticipation. I spread her labia with my thumbs and gazed upon the prettiest, pink pussy I had ever seen. I could see her little clit peeking out from it's hood and a small round hole just waiting for my finger.

"You pussy is so beautiful and tight, are you a virgin?"

"No, not really," she nervously replied, "I've only had sex once. It hurt so bad and the bleeding scared me so much I was afraid to do it again."

"Don't worry, Baby, I won't hurt you."

I started gently kissing her and softly running the tip of my tongue up and down, teasing her clit occasionally. At first she didn't reacted but then started humping her pussy at my face harder and faster. When I felt her remove her fingers from my hair and fall back, I took a peek. She had her arms behind her, bracing herself on the bed, her head was flung back, her feet were firmly planted on the floor and she was fucking my face as hard as she could. I probed at the opening to her vagina, trying to enter it with my tongue, but it was too tight. I licked faster and faster, then put my lips over her clit and started lashing it with my tongue. She was yelling something but her thighs were so tight against my ears that I couldn't make it out.

As she climaxed, she raised her ass off the bed. With her entire body being supported by her hands and feet, she rotated her cunt against my mouth. I could feel the convulsions begin in her belly and run down her legs. Her juices came pouring out and I sucked in as much as I could. I was so excited and overjoyed, I also climaxed. With no panties to stop my juices, I could feel them running down my legs. When the convulsions had subsided, she collapsed on the bed and emitted a loud sigh.

I was still dressed as I got up on the bed, pulled Janet into my arms, holding her tight as our breathing got back to normal.

Rolling Janet on her back, I got on one elbow and began caressing her face as I admired her beauty.

"Was it good for you?"

"Ohhh, yes Maggie, it was wonderful," She said, barely above a whisper, " I never dreamed sex could be like that. I think ......I think I love you. ......Is that possible?"

"Yes it is my darling. I love you too. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you.."

We lay there awhile, just touching and kissing. Janet was soon caressing and kissing the tops of my breasts, causing my nipples to get hard again.

Finally she said, " I want to see you naked. I want to make love to you. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel, but I don't know how."

"I will teach you. I'm looking forward to teaching you."

"Come on, Sweetheart, I want you to see me naked too," I said as I rose to stand by the bed, "Would you like to undress me?"

"Oh yes, Maggie"

She had kicked her shoes off, so I stepped out of mine so I wouldn't tower over her so much. First she reached up, unclasped the pearls and slowly took them off while grazing the tops off my breasts with her knuckles, creating a soft tingle all over my body. Then she kissed them before moving behind me to unzip my dress. As the dress fell to the floor, her arms came around, cupping and lifting my breasts, feeling my nipples, kissing my back.

"Oh, Maggie, darling, your nipples are soooo hard."

"Just thinking of you makes them that way," I replied as my breathing increased.

Janet moved in front of me, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling my head down to kiss me. Her kiss was so sweet, I thought my heart would jump out of my chest.

"Tell me what to do. Tell me how to make love to you."

I lay back on the bed, pulling her on top of me, saying in a soft voice, "Do anything you desire. I'm happy just holding you in my arms."

We kissed for awhile, then Janet slowly moved down my body using her sweet lips, tongue and fingers to bring my passion to a higher plane. When she got to my breasts, she lifted each one in turn, kissing and kicking the sensitive under sides then sucking as much as she could in her mouth, teasing my nipples with her tongue. Other lovers had done the same thing to me, but had never created such a yearning. Her loving created in me a sense of serenity I had never felt before. She slowly moved down my body, kissing and touching everywhere, my belly, tonguing my belly button, inner thighs, finally reaching the core of my passion. I was shivering all over as she lovingly explored my pussy for the first time.

Looking up, she asked, "Am I doing okay?"

"Oh yes, my darling, my beautiful lover, you are doing so great."

When she kissed the inner lips of my vulva, I could feel the warmth of her lips all the way to my face. I had never felt that good. I wanted the feeling to last forever. Janet was raising the level of my passion so high, my hands were shaking as I fondled my breasts. The first time her tongue came in contact with my clit, it was so swollen, I involuntarily jumped a little, causing Janet to stop and look up at me with inquiring eyes.

"Oh, darling, don't stop, kiss it, suck on it," I commanded as I reached down with both hands to pull back the hood of my clit. I held on as long as I could.

I laid back and began thrusting against her face as I squeezed my tits together, begging for release. Her hot, sucking lips on my clit were producing an ever increasing agony. My whole lower body was on fire. I was fucking her face so hard, just before I climaxed, she had to grab my legs to hold on.

Then it came. Wave after wave of molten liquid being released from my body. I had never had an orgasm that great before. The pleasure was so intense it brought tears to my eyes. I knew for the first time in my live what real love felt like.

When Janet came up beside me, I barely had enough strength to roll on my side and take her in my arms.

That happened four years ago. Janet no longer works for me.....nor anyone else. She lives with me and has since the day we returned from that trip.

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Limo Gal

I am a 28 year old vagabond. I guess that is the right word as I can't seem to settle into anything, a job or a relationship. I've had several relationships over the last ten years, with males and females. Can't even decide which one I prefer. As for jobs, a year at any was a long time until I started driving a limo about two years ago. I started with a stretch, mostly working parties on weekends. A lot of fun at first , great tips, but it was hell on my social life and after a while I got tired of being propositioned by drunks. About six months into the job I was moved to a town car and started doing airport runs exclusively.

This was a lot better because I was dealing with business people and off most weekends. I still got propositioned occasionally and was very tempted a couple of times, but they were married men and that is not my scene. I was even propositioned twice by married women. (I'm only 5'3", very trim, small breasts and short, reddish blonde hair. I think the tailored slacks and white shirt I wear when I work makes me look butch.) What I was looking for was a one-on-one long-term relationship and think I have finally found it.

About four months ago I started picking up a lady named Gail and did so frequently as she traveled almost every week. She has a high paying job with a major corporation and lives in a gorgeous house with a pool in a gated community. I found out later that she would request me every time she called in for an appointment. That's not unusual, but it is usually men who request my services.

Gail is 40, divorced and was living alone. She is about my height but a little more voluptuous. Some would say that her rear is too wide, but I think it is sexy. She has blonde hair and I think she is very attractive. She always wore loose fitting blouses so it was hard to judge what size her tits were, but I got the idea that they were a lot more than a mouth full. My nipples would get hard just thinking about them. For a whole month we would just talk about general things and never discussed sex or relationships, although she did give me the impression that she was lonely. A few times we would have casual physical contact which I always thought it was accidental, but maybe not. I did fantasize about her sometimes, especially about her boobs, but I wouldn't even think of making a pass at a client..

When I met her at the airport late one Friday night I got the impression that she had been drinking. She didn't act drunk, but was a more relaxed than usual and her voice was a little husky. She had asked me on the way home if I was through for the night and was I working the next day. The questions were very casual and just part of normal conversation but caused me to think of all kinds of possibilities.

As she got out of the car at her house, she said: "Would you mind coming into the house for a minute Jennifer? I have to get some cash to pay you."

"No, I don't mind."

As I followed her to the door, I was watching her gently swaying ass and got a tingling sensation in my fingers. I was anticipating something that may not happen, but did have hope.

The inside of her house was gorgeous...the living room had a cathedral ceiling and deep pile carpet.

"I'll be back in a sec dear."

She went into another room and was gone several minutes. When she returned I noticed that her blouse was outside her skirt and the top two buttons were undone. "Maybe this is going to be a good night." I thought.

"Here's your money" as she handed me a fifty, "and here's your tip" as she put both arms around my neck and kissed me full on the lips. I could feel her full breasts against mine and knew immediately that she had removed her bra while she was in the other room. I could feel a warmth flowing through me all the way to my crotch. My arms went around her and I had just started to kiss her back when she broke away. "Is that a good enough tip?"

I hesitated for a second, then replied "No" as I pulled her back to me and started kissing her . Our tongues immediately came in contact and she sucked mine right into her mouth. I could feel her hands on my ass as she pulled me closer. I could feel her mound through her skirt and began slowly rotating my pelvis against hers. I was getting so hot that my panties were soaked already. I brought my hands around and started rubbing her breasts and trying to get her blouse off at the same time. As I was pulling off her blouse she was tearing my shirt off, popping off two buttons in the process. I put my arms around her again and pulled her naked breasts tightly against mine. We were still ravishing each others mouths when Gail threw a leg on the other side one of mine and starting humping it. I felt Gail start to shake all over, she was beginning to have an orgasm and so was I. I pulled her tighter and pressed my leg harder against her crotch. I could feel her thighs quiver against mine as she was cumming and started cumming myself. She pulled her head back and let out a big moan. As the last convulsion was subsiding I pushed her to the floor, pushed her skirt up, pulled her legs apart and gazed upon her beautiful, glistening, pink pussy. I kissed her cunt lips several times, then started working on her clit with my lips and tongue.

Gail put her fingers in my hair and started fucking my face. I was afraid I was going to smother but couldn't take my mouth off her sweet cunt. I put my arms under her legs and pulled her ass off the floor. I had her ass so far in the air that only her shoulders and head were on the floor. When she started yelling "EAT ME..SUCK ME..MAKE ME CUM", I looked down and saw she was running her tongue all over her lips, squeezing her breasts together and pinching her nipples. I was licking her from asshole to clit, putting my tongue in her vagina, sucking her clit with my lips, over and over, wanting it all at the same time. When she began climaxing, I concentrated on sucking her clit all through a shuddering orgasm.

As her quivering was subsiding, she let out a big moan and weakly said: "Jen, baby, that was soooo good. I needed that. I love you." I licked her pussy for a couple of more minutes, gently lowered her ass to the floor and crawled up next to her. Gail was lying with her arms spread wide, completely spent. I pulled Her into my arms and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. I know she could taste her cum , because she licked it from my lips and face.

"Jennifer, I've been wanting you since the first time I saw you"

"I have been wanting you too" I replied.

We lay there for awhile, slowly kissing and exploring each other while we regained our strength. This was the first time I got a good look at her tits; they are huge with large pink nipples, and beautiful. I was just starting to nibble on them when Gail suggested that we finished undressing and go to the bedroom. I had completely forgotten that I still had my slacks and panties on and she was wearing a skirt. Well, not really wearing it, as it was bunched up around her waist.

We got on the bed and continued kissing and fondling. (I couldn't get enough of her gorgeous breasts.) Soon Gail was kissing my tits and rubbing my pussy with her hand, making me wetter and wetter. Then she slipped a finger into my vagina and I started to hump it as she slowly moved it in and out, but then she suddenly stopped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop"

She said: "Lie back baby, I'm going to make you feel soo good." as she got on top of me and started kissing me. My hands were all over her breasts as she started ravishing my body with her hands and mouth. Her lips, tongue and hands were everywhere, making me hotter and hotter. Occasionally she would run a finger along my slit, just barely touching my clit. I kept begging "Please..please..finger my cunt", but she would take it away. I was going nuts and started humping air. She would take all of a breast in her wet mouth and suck back on it till she got back to the nipple, then she would pull on it the with her lips. I could feel the juices flowing from my pussy as I continued to hump air like a male dog in heat. She kept working on my breasts and the rest of my body with her magic mouth and hands, still teasing my pussy occasionally. The more I begged, the more she teased, creating agony and pleasure at the same time.

Finally, she pulled me by the legs to the edge of the bed. With my ass half off the bed, she got on the floor on her knees, pushed my legs apart with her arms, pressed my ass to the bed with her hands and started lapping my pussy. I wanted to push my pussy closer to her face but couldn't move my ass. I tried to push with my feet but they just barely touched the floor. All I could do was thrash my upper body around while my hands were everywhere, trying to reach her head, grabbing my tits, rubbing my belly. I couldn't keep them in one place. I was going nuts and screaming "Eat me, you bitch, eat me". Then at last I felt this rolling orgasm start in my belly and go right through my pelvis to my thighs.

While I was shaking all over and cumming, Gail kept sucking on my clit and didn't let go. It was without a doubt the best orgasm I had ever had. When I would quit shaking from an orgasm, Gail would start tonguing my clit again , slowly at first, then faster and faster, and before long, I was cumming again. She lead me to an orgasm four times, with each getting a little weaker than the last. Finally, after the fourth one, she planted a big wet, passionate kiss on my pussy, pulled me back up the bed, took me in her arms and kissed me deeply. My cum was all over her face, but I didn't have the energy to lick it. She pulled me tight to her breasts, got one of my legs against her crotch and asked: "Is that enough of a tip?".

All I could do was a weak moan: "oh yes".

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Tea

It's about 8:00 a.m. and I'm to help set up for a white elephant sale at church. I'm wearing a jumper which buttons down the front, a knit top under the jumper, thigh high nylons and comfortable shoes. No panties or bra. My jumper hides my secret rebellion against convention and that pleases and titillates me.

I'm assigned to work with a woman I've never met before, Annie. She's about my age, mid-thirties. Very pretty with short, stylish brown hair, piercing blue eyes and an engaging smile. She's dressed comfortably in a skirt and sweater which shows off a nice figure. She wears a wedding band. We chat about our lives, our families and I find myself drawn to her. She has a way of looking at me that makes me feel as though she knows everything about me, even my deepest desires. But I'm not threatened by that, in fact, I'm rather warmed by it.

As we work, sorting and laying out things, she finds opportunities to move close to me, to casually touch. Once, as I put out some price tags, she remarks on my ring. She gently takes my hand and lifts it, as if to peer at the stone, holding my fingers for perhaps a second too long. Letting go, she holds her right hand out to me, inviting me to look at a ring from her grandmother, inviting me to touch her. I do. I love it. Later, as we turn and bend and pass things to each other, she stops and tells me my earrings are exquisite. Little gold roses with delicate petals, my favorites. She puts her fingers up behind my earlobe, as if to draw the jewelry closer, to better inspect it. Her nails brush against my neck, I feel her breath on my face. It's as if I'm being caressed and the lips of my vulva begin to part a little, begin to moisten. My heart beats a little faster.

The morning flies and it's as if Annie's been courting me, always close, always attentive. I'm flattered, almost a little giddy. By half past ten, we've finished and Annie asks if I would like to have tea at her house. It's very close by, five minutes by car. I'm afraid she heard the little quiver in my voice as I accept her invitation.

Her house is warm, inviting, with soft, comfortable furniture, book lined cabinets, and lots of light. We go into the kitchen which is open, very light and she fills a tea kettle, putting it on the burner. While the water is coming to a boil, Annie fills a ball with tea leaves and tells me where to find cups and saucers, sugar and cream. All the way here, in the car, my mind had raced, wondering what might happen. Now, in her house, in her place, my pulse seemed to thunder in my ears. As Annie chatters away about the pleasure of new friends, I wonder if she can hear my heart beating, if she can smell my wetness.

I concentrate on setting the table, trying not to let my shaking hands rattle the cups on their saucers. The kettle starts to whistle and I jump a little. Annie doesn't seem to notice as she pours the water into a pretty little pot to let the tea steep. Turning to me, she takes my hand and says she wants to show me the rest of the house while the tea brews. I'm completely open now; there's moisture running down the insides of my thighs and I'm ready for it to happen. I'm sure that Annie knows. She circles my arm with her own as we walk through the rooms, both of us suddenly quiet. We enter a bedroom, Annie's bedroom and stand near the foot of her bed. She says she wants me. I feel her arms envelop me as mine surround her. Our mouths come together and we kiss. Forever it seems, tongues moving probing, searching, such a kiss as I've never had. Then her lips are on my neck, my ears, my eyes. She says she wants to see me and I say yes. Stepping back, she unbuttons my jumper, slowly, all the way down and then opens it. I hear her low chuckle when she sees that I'm not wearing panties. Then in a moment, I feel her fingers on my nether lips, parting me, seeking out my little button. My knees are weak, I feel faint, I'm almost ready to cum now.

Her hands go to my hips and gently push me back. As first I sit, and then lay on her bed as she kneels in front of me. Her hands go to my thighs and I spread myself for her. My hands push up the thin material of my top, push up my bra and fasten on my hard nipples. I feel her hair brush my thigh, I feel her warm breath on my stomach and then on my special place. I feel her fingers part me and then her moist lips on me, probing me. Her tongue is licking me, pushing into me and I think I will explode. As if she senses how close I am and wants to slow things down, I feel Annie move up from that place. Her wet tongue traces a moist path up past my navel and her breath is hot on my skin. I feel her hair brush my right hand and I move it from my breast. Suddenly I feel a warm moistness envelope the soft flesh and then Annie's tongue is circling my nipple. I raise my head and she looks up and smiles at me and says we should undress. We do. Then she gently pushes me back, onto the bed, kneeling down beside me.

I close my eyes and sense, rather than see her lean down. Suddenly, Annie's moist lips are on my forehead, my neck, my cheek. Her fingers gently caress my nipples, first one then the other. Circling them, just brushing the tips with her nails. They feel like they are on fire. I look up and she is gazing into me with those wonderful blue eyes. She says I'm beautiful and I smile and raise my lips to meet hers. My head goes back and her tongue is in my mouth while her hand travels down from breasts toward my legs, lightly touching my skin, circling my navel, teasing. Her fingers dance across my belly, my loins. I feel them in my hair as they slide down between my wet, swollen lips. My legs part on their own, opening me to Annie's touch. They brush my clitoris, my back arches and I moan. Annie's hand parts my legs and I feel her knee as it comes down between them. She swings her body over mine. I raise my right leg and I feel her nether hair brush my thigh. I feel her weight and her wetness on my skin. I look up into her face, her hair hanging down around her cheeks. She smiles down as I smile up.

Annie's lips part and I see her lick them as she looks down between us, where her sex touches my thigh. She starts to slide up and down my thigh, her head goes up and she moans. Annie looks down and smiles, telling me it feels good. Her fingers are still at the apex of my sex, sliding back and forth. I am so swollen, so wet and she caresses me there. Down her fingers go , almost to the rosebud of my anus. I shiver as they make their way back up, collecting my moisture. They circle around my clitoris. I'm moaning, my backside moving in small circles. I try to close my thighs to draw Annie's fingers into me, but I can't. As she slides up and down my thigh, Annie tells me to wait, it gets better. She calls me baby and her lips come down, on to my breast. Her hand turns and her fingers penetrate me while her thumb rubs my throbbing button. My hands move up and down her sides, along her smooth flanks. Annie's skin feels like velvet; soft, silky. My hands travel back up to her breasts, hanging over my belly. I can see her nipples, pink and hard, swaying below her as she sucks mine, bites mine. My hands cup her breasts and I roll her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I hear Annie groan and her noise is mixed with mine. I smell her and breathe her in: perfume mixed with perspiration and the sharp pungent smell of her sex, so like mine, but different. Delightful. My heart is pounding, and I feel so wet, so empty, I want Annie to fill me.

Suddenly she shifts her weight from my thigh. Her hand pushes my legs farther apart, opening me wider, when what I want is to close them. I want to draw her fingers into me, filling me. Annie kneels between my legs. Her tongue leaves my breast and travels back down my belly like before. I look down and see a trail of moisture along my skin. My hands slide along her arms, to her shoulders and she continues down my body. I feel her chin slide through my nether hair. It touches my clitoris and I shudder. I look down and see Annie's smiling eyes watching me as her chin touches my wet lips. I reach down with my hands and open myself for her. Her hand reaches up between her legs and I know Annie is touching herself. It excites me to know that she is masturbating as her tongue flicks across my button and dips down toward my vagina.

My breathing is ragged. My hands are in Annie's hair, at my breasts. I'm wild. Annie's tongue burrows into me, inside my lips, into my vagina. My hips are bucking, I grind myself into her mouth, her lips, her tongue, willing her all the way inside of me. I see her hand moving furiously between her legs. I feel my own hands pulling, tugging at my nipples. My thighs clench on Annie's head, pulling her in. Then I feel myself starting to explode from down there. Spasms wrack my body, waves of pleasure so intense, the room seems to spin. I hear my own cries and I think I must faint. I'm vaguely aware of Annie, now kneeling straight up. Her fingers moving between her own swollen lips, her palm grinding into her clitoris. Her other hand tugging at her nipples. I hear her crying out just as I am and my eyes close. I arch my back and succumb.

As my breathing slows and the spasms subside, I see Annie, her own breasts still heaving looking at me. She smiles and lays down beside me and I ask if she came. She smiles and puts her arms around me and says yes. She asks if I liked it and I say yes. And we kiss. We talk, like sisters, about what we liked, how we taste and how we smell. We snuggle and feel warm and laugh. And the fires starting building anew and then I make love to Annie. As Annie made love to me.

And later, when we're both dressed, Annie walks me to the kitchen, her arm in mine. As I retrieve my bag, Annie walks to the table and puts her hand on the teapot. It's cold she says. If I come back the next day, she'll make me a fresh pot. I tell her I'd like that.

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Banking Hours

First thing Monday morning, when Marion walks into the bank and sees the new teller, she knows the day will be different. Days and weeks. Who knows how long? And maybe troublesome. The new girl is blonde, thin, maybe just out of college, and Marion has never seen her before.

No doubt the girl was interviewed last week while Marion was out, because if Marion had been in the bank when this one walked in, Marion would remember it. Oh yes. A tall skinny type. Marion is old enough to remember Twiggy. Marion leaves her desk, the executive desk parked in the corner since she's one of the officers and important enough, she leaves her desk and she finds some pretext to walk behind the row of teller bays to have a look at the blonde from the waist down. Only looking. Marion has a rule: no fraternizing with the employees, even the two or three she suspects are lesbians, and especially not with any of the straight young things who might be frightened out of their wits if they found themselves propositioned by a fifty-two year old dyke who also happened to be one of the bank officers. No fraternizing period. But there was no harm in looking.

Marion likes young Twiggy types, skinny girls with long legs and hardly any curves anywhere. This one has the longest legs, looking even longer in a ridiculously short skirt, and as she passes behind the girl, Marion takes in everything, the long legs, the firm little bottom emphasized by the tight skirt, the soft shoulder length blonde hair. She imagines the new girl's nipples: pink little points on breasts hardly large enough to fill an A cup. Pity, Marion thinks. Pity to have this one wasted on anyone but herself. Marion imagines herself filling her mouth with one of those little breasts. But Marion is too disciplined to dwell on the new girl, and by the time she returns to her desk she has her mind focused on the day's business again. An hour later, Anita Morrow, the personnel manager, stops by Marion's desk and mentions the new teller. "Her name's Sandra," Anita says. "Would you like me to bring her over to meet you?"

Marion declines. Too busy. Later, maybe. Anita shrugs and wanders off to waste time somewhere else. Marion passes the rest of the morning on the telephone with several important accounts, her eyes occasionally travelling to the bay where the new girl seems to be working quite efficiently. Experienced. Marion wonders where the girl is from, what bank?

In the afternoon their eyes meet for the first time, Sandra giving Marion a long open look, a faint smile as she passes by on some errand or other. Marion suddenly wonders if the girl *knows*. Oh, hell, am I that obvious? Despite her short haircut, Marion never thinks she looks gay. Not at this age. The short hairdo is quite appropriate for fifty-two. She presents a carefully groomed appearance, makeup patiently applied, chic but conservative clothes suitable for the job she has. Their eyes meet again, and Marion suddenly realizes the girl must be gay. She must be. Complete revelation in the eyes when she gazes at Marion. That look. Of course now everything is considerably more difficult, the danger even greater. The girl has been in the bank less than one full day and already Marion's work is affected. Stupid, Marion thinks. You're a stupid old dyke. Certainly, there are two or three other gay women at the bank. Oh, but none like this one.

None like Sandra. None like Twiggy. Nothing else happens that day, and when Marion finally leaves the bank, she goes home to a light dinner alone, some phone calls to answer as she sits near the living room gazing at the lights of the city. The apartment is twenty stories up, modern, carefully furnished, and she never pulls the blinds. She adores having the day and night sky and the city part of the interior of the apartment. But she feels more alone than usual this evening. She's been a long time between women, too long. She thinks of the girl in the bank again. Sandra. That tall slender body. Holding a glass of cool white wine in her left hand as she stands in the living room, Marion unbelts her robe and allows it slide off her body. She's naked now, her body part of the night sky and the lights of the city. She thinks of Sandra as she slides her right hand below her belly to cup her shaved mound, the hairless smooth lips, her middle finger pressing against her clitoris as her fingertip dips into the well to test the wetness. A sip of wine. Her fingers moving. Marion slowly rubs the shaft of her clitoris as she thinks of Sandra. Oh, what I could do with that one, Marion thinks. She masturbates as she gazes at the night sky.

The next morning, at the bank, Marion is surprised to learn the new girl is already gone.

"Called in to quit," Anita Morrow says, her lips pursed in a pout of annoyance. "She says she's decided not to work in a bank for a while. The gall."

By noon, Marion has already shrugged it off, the girl only a fading memory, the provocation for last evening's brief fantasy, but it could never have been more than that anyway. Lunch with an old friend at Antonio's Ristorante. They chat aimlessly, gossip, bored with each other before the espresso is served. "Don't take any bad checks," Sylvia says with a smirk as she prances off to the dress shop she owns. Marion watches her, wondering how successful Sylvia is with the women in her shop. The salesgirls. The clientele. A bank can be such a dreary place for a horny old dyke.

While inside a gift shop to buy a card for a young niece, Marion sees the back of a tall girl at the far end of the aisle. Twiggy? The girl turns, reveals her profile. Yes, it's Sandra, the blonde at the bank who's no longer at the bank. Unseen, slightly stunned, Marion watches her, then finally pulls her chips together and strides down the aisle.

"You only had one day with us at the bank. That was quick, wasn't it?"

The girl turns, stares at Marion, at Marion's amused smile. Sandra smiles in turn. "I suppose they think I'm an idiot." "Not really."

"I've worked in three banks and I've decided I hate it."

"Banks can be boring. And you're much too young and pretty to be bored."

Their eyes lock.

Sandra says: "I'm Sandra."

"Yes, I know. And I'm Marion. Would you like some tea somewhere? I know a place that has the loveliest little French cakes."

Riding up in the elevator to Marion's apartment, Sandra slouches in a corner. Marion is wearing heels, but Sandra is still taller in flats.

Sandra says: "I guess this is what they call an unexpected day." Her eyes are on Marion.

"Unexpected, yes."

"It must be nice to be able to take an afternoon off just like that."

"I only do it in emergencies."

"And this is an emergency?"

"Oh yes."

"You haven't even touched me."

"Oh, don't worry, I will."

Bold, Marion thinks. This girl is so bold, it's a marvel. Only twenty-two and so bold. They get bold fast these days. Sandra comes away from the wall of the elevator and she slips her arm through Marion's. "I knew you were a dyke the minute I saw you in the bank."

"Did you?" "You're just my type." "You like the old ones, eh?" "You're not that old." "Darling, I'm an old dyke, but right now I wouldn't trade it for anything. Believe me." The elevator comes to a stop and the door opens. "We're here."

Marion keeps her distance in the hall. She has neighbors. She doesn't care much what they think, but her private life is her own business.

Only after they're inside her apartment and the door locked does she take the girl in her arms and kiss her. "Mmm, that's better," Sandra says. "You're a hot little girl, aren't you?" "Right now, anyway."

Marion can't wait. She promised herself to remain cool, but now that she has Sandra's slender body in her arms, she loses all restraint. How could anyone hold back? She runs her hands over Sandra's back and ass, then under the tights and over the bare cheeks. Squeezing a pretty girl's ass is Marion's definition of paradise.

Sandra's clothes fly away. She giggles as Marion pops one of the buttons on her blouse. The long lean body comes out like a dream in a Botticelli painting. Hardly any breasts. Nipples like pink pearls. A small perfect ass and those long long thighs and legs.

"Now you," Sandra says. Marion isn't that eager to show herself in the bright sunlight, but she does remove her loose silk blouse and bra because her breasts are still good. Quite good. The heat in Sandra's eyes gives Marion the courage to lift her breasts in her hands and point her nipples at this lovely naked girl miraculously present in her apartment. "Oh hell, let's go to bed," Marion says.

Sandra is groaning. She lies naked on Marion's bed with her knees up and spread wide as Marion crouches between her thighs. Marion is doing her specialty: she has all of her right hand inside Sandra's vagina, only her wrist showing, the pink opening stretched to the utmost.

Marion wriggles her fingers. "Feel that?"

"Oooh, yes!"

Leaning forward, Marion kisses Sandra's nose and mouth with tenderness. As she does this, she starts a slow movement of her wrist in all directions.

"And this?" "God, fuck me!" "Yes, baby, yes."

Marion leans back to watch the pleasure in Sandra's face. I ought to be at the bank, Marion thinks. She ought to be reviewing the monthly charges on the prime account list. But a bank can be such a dreary place sometimes.

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Waves

Sarah had her epiphany in a place called Ventimiglia, an ancient sea town a few kilometers from Genoa. She had left her husband in Rome after an argument, and she had driven the small rented Fiat up the coastal highway, up the left side of the boot, the car radio blasting rock music to help her forget her miseries. She had a vague notion of driving as far as Nice, but when darkness approached she found herself exhausted.

A sign said Ventimiglia and had an arrow pointing over the cliff. Was there actually a town down there? Another sign, one corner bent and its red paint peeling, said HOTEL SOPHIA. It was the name of the hotel that did it. Sarah had known a girl in college named Sophia. Sarah's first and only lesbian experience. Sultry Sophia, the girl with broad hips and a tropical liquid cunt. The affair had been brief, intense, completely divine, and had ended only because Sarah had been convinced she wanted a man as a mate and not a woman. So the affair with Sophia ended, and a week later Sarah met David. He was good-looking, had a job waiting for him in Wall Street, and he seemed to enjoy going down on her. They were married a month after they graduated.

That was three years ago. Now David was snorting coke in Rome with his British friends and Sarah had left him for good. Tough shit, Sarah thought. She started crying as she turned into the narrow road that led down the cliffs to Ventimiglia.

The hotel had three stories, ten rooms, and a lovely slanted red tile roof splattered with bird droppings. All the rooms had balconies and faced the sea. The view from the rooms showed no beach, only a line of large yellow boulders and fishing boats and the waves coming in to crash against the rocks and die. The sound of the waves, relentless, the unending heartbeat of the sea, was everywhere, in every room, in your ears, in your belly, and in your head. No need for blasting rock music in Ventimiglia, no need for blasting rock music to forget your life. Sarah thought she had arrived in heaven, and after the ancient porter dropped her bags in the room and limped away with his tip, she went to the window and looked out at the sea and told herself she wanted to live here forever. I'll marry a count, she thought. She would marry an Italian count and he would build her a castle in Ventimiglia. But no count, no castle, and no marriage. She was finished with that. She would settle for the waves.

The woman who ran the hotel was called Signora Maldi. She was in her forties, with pale skin, black hair, dark flashing eyes, and heavy breasts that threatened to burst through her dress. She spoke broken English and she apologized for the absence of airconditioning.

"Always broken," she said. "Stupid machine." She made a gesture with her hand. Sarah said she didn't mind, the room was cool enough. Could she have a lemonade outside? She walked through the tiny lobby and into the garden behind the hotel. She chose one of the white tables, and she sat down to wait for her lemonade.

When Signora Maldi arrived with the lemonade on a tray, she found Sarah crying.

Signora Maldi put the lemonade on the table, then put the tray down and placed her hands on her hips. "What's the matter with you?"

Sarah dried her eyes and looked up at her. "I'm all right." "Why are you crying? You are too beautiful to cry." "I left my husband. He's in Rome."

And she told Signora Maldi everything. Signora Maldi sat down and held Sarah's hand as she listened. The older woman kept nodding her head, her dark eyes fixed on Sarah's face. When Sarah finished by calling David a bastard, Signora Maldi laughed and said: "That's good. It's better to hate him. Then you don't feel too much pain, eh?"

"Where did you learn to speak English?"

"In school, where else? I have a cousin in Brooklyn and he speaks to me on the telephone. He says Anna, you should come to America. The hell with him, I'm staying here." "I like your name."

"Anna? You like the name Anna?"

"Anna Maldi."

"Yes, I'm Anna Maldi. Everyone says I look like Anna Magnani, but I'm not Anna Magnani, I'm Anna Maldi. Men are bastards, eh?"

"Some of them anyway," Sarah said, and she suddenly started crying again.

This time Signora Maldi put her arms around Sarah and drew her close and rocked her. Sarah found her face pressed into the globe of a large breast, the flesh like a pillow beneath her cheek. She could feel the warmth of the breast under Signora Maldi's dress. She could smell Signora Maldi's perfume. She thought she could feel a large nipple against her chin. Yes, the nipple was there, she could feel it. Not a small nipple, but a big one.

My God, I'd love to, Sarah thought. The idea was crazy. Signora Maldi would scream and smack her head. She would be thrown out of the hotel. Maybe Signora Maldi would call the police and they would deport her. You're crazy, Sarah thought. The ending of her marriage had made her crazy. She lowered her face an inch and closed her teeth around the bulge of Signora Maldi's fat nipple.

Signora Maldi muttered something in Italian and she suddenly stopped rocking Sarah. As the older woman held the younger woman against her breast, the two women seemed frozen in time. Then Sarah heard the word "bella". She knew that word. Bella, bella, I love you dear Bella. Bellisimo. She bit down on the nipple again. Signora Maldi groaned. Her hands gripped Sarah's head and gently pushed Sarah's face away. "Not here," Signora Maldi said. "Come to my room."

The sound of the sea, the waves, filled the inside of Sarah's head. The window was open, a cool breeze wafting into the room, the noise of the squawking seagulls playing counterpoint to the sound of the waves. They lay on the wide bed, Signora Maldi on her back, Sarah lying beside her. Signora Maldi had her dress unbuttoned, one large breast uncovered, its dark nipple in Sarah's active mouth.

Sarah sucked the enormous tit. She was no longer crying. She no longer thought of David. Screw David, he could never give her this. She liked sucking his cock, but this was a woman's breast and she liked it better. She sucked hard, she sucked gently, she licked and tugged at the nipple with her lips. Meanwhile her hands roamed over Signora Maldi's belly and thighs. Sarah wanted more. She slid her hand beneath Signora Maldi's dress and found the soft skin between her thighs. Slowly, she inched her hand upward until the edge of her hand touched the warmth of Signora Maldi's sex where it bulged through the crotch of her panties. Signora Maldi's cunt. Anna Maldi's cunt. Anna Maldi chuckled softly. "You want the pussy, eh? Is that what you want? Okay, I'll give it to you." She pulled at the hem of her dress until she had it up to her belly. Then she urged Sarah off her chest and said: "Go on, take my panties off and you can have my pussy. You're so beautiful, I can't resist you. Go on, do it."

Sitting upright, Sarah now looked at the exposed breast with its saliva-coated nipple, the parted thighs, the white panties whose crotch showed the shadow of Anna Maldi's sex. Sarah was lost. She leaned forward, found the waistband of the panties and tugged them down over Anna Maldi's hips and thighs and legs and feet, all without looking at the place where she wanted to look most.

Would Medusa turn her into stone? When Sarah finally looked, Anna had her knees up and wide apart, her cunt open and waiting for Sarah, her fingers rubbing the bush of dark hair above the flower of her sex. "Go on," Anna said. "Suck me. Suck my juices. Look how wet I am for you."

Sarah moaned as she bent to the offering, the musk of the woman's sex overwhelming her senses. She started licking gently along the meaty labia. This was not Sophia, this was not a college girl. This was the cunt of a mature woman, a cunt in full ripeness, the clitoris long and thick, its tip a pink bean nestled in the hood. Sarah licked lightly up one side, down the other side, her nose tickled by the wild jungle of dark hair. Anna evidently did not want gentleness; she pulled Sarah's face into her cunt, so that Sarah felt as though her face had been mashed into a split mango.

"Suck me hard," Anna said. And Sarah started sucking, pulling in the warm juices, scouring the vaginal opening, sucking north, south, east, and west, down to the edge of the anus and then up to the clitoris again. She fixed on the fat clitoris, tongued it and chewed it as Anna groaned and rocked her knees back and forth. "Suck me," Anna said. "Suck my pussy. Oh, what a good sucker you are. Do it there. And there too. Oh, I adore it!"

Anna finally came, jerking upward, trembling, her hands holding Sarah's head in place as she pumped upward again and again. Sarah held on. She could hear the sea. She had her nose mashed against Anna's clitoris as she sucked the juices out of the running hole.

After that Sarah belonged to Anna Maldi. Each day at noon, Anna ran Sarah's credit card through the machine to charge Sarah for the room. After that Sarah had lunch, usually a light salad and a glass of wine, and afterward, in the quiet of the afternoon siesta, Sarah would go to Anna's room to bury her face between Anna's open thighs.

Anna was not easy to please. Sarah learned that Anna needed three, four, five orgasms before she ordered Sarah to stop. Then Sarah would get one of the breasts, get a nipple to suck, while Anna's strong fingers pumped in and out of Sarah's cunt until Sarah had an orgasm. One orgasm, never two orgasms. And after that Anna would roll over and tell Sarah to do the other place, Anna's hairy little anus that drove Sarah wild with lust. She loved servicing Anna, she adored it. She knew Anna did not care about her, no real affection at all. Anna had taken to patting Sarah's cheek and calling Sarah her little lesbian, her little pussy-eater. "You suck my cunt so well," Anna said, "maybe I'll keep you and never be with a man again. Come on, do it to me once more. In my ass this time."

Every day. Every afternoon. In a small hotel in a place called Ventimiglia. What am I? Sarah thought. Was she a lesbian? Or was it merely that she had a hunger to please? Or maybe it was both. On the day before she would leave Anna and drive to Genoa to board a plane to Milano and then to New York, Sarah lay behind Anna's raised ass, sucking Anna from behind, her nose pushing at Anna's anus, her tongue swirling in Anna's cunt, her fingers rubbing her own clitoris to make herself come. I'm praying, Sarah thought. This is an altar and I'm praying. And then she heard the sea again, the crash of a wave on the rocks, the music of Ventimiglia. I am what I am, Sarah thought. My name is Sarah and this is what I am. For the first time in her life, she understood a few things. Thank you, Ventimiglia.

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Relaxing Ride

I was invited to spend a few days at my older brother's condo in Florida with his wife and my niece and nephew. Since I was between jobs I thought it would be a good idea to take the drive down from Michigan to Fort Lauderdale. I thought what the heck, I've never seen that part of the country and the long drive would give me a chance to figure out my life. You see I'm 21 years old, with one year of college before I dropped out and now I'm between jobs, between boyfriends and I'm still living at my parent's house. I've only had 2 boyfriends and I guess they weren't serious relationships anyway. I haven't had that much sexual experience since I have always considered myself a little on the ugly side compared to some of my girlfriends. Although I have a reasonably nice figure, 34-26-36, at 5'4", I always though that my ass was a little chunky. Not too bad for a 21-year-old but what will I look like when I'm older?

Well I packed up my car and headed out early hoping to get in a full day's drive. The trip began virtually uneventful and boring and I even nodded off to sleep from time to time while driving. For most of the trip so far, there was another woman driving by herself and I would pass her and she would pass me. This helped to break up the monotony of the drive. I later pulled off at a rest area and to have a pee and take a little break. I noticed the woman in the other car pull into to the rest area as well. I did my bathroom thing and sat on the park bench outside to have a cigarette. I guess didn't see her go into the bathroom but I noticed her when she came out.

She sat on the bench, and lit up a smoke and we made small talk about the weather and the long drive. It so happened that she was on her way to Florida as well. By the looks of her, I figured she was around 45yrs old and maybe even a little older. Heck you can't tell the age of people these days, at least I can't. All I know is that she was much older than I was. She certainly looked good for her age. She was slim, around 5'4", she was wearing tight fitting CK jeans, a pair of Nike and a plain white T-shirt that did show a little of her breasts outline. I thinking, for an older woman she sure has perky looking breasts and wondering if they were real or just her bra doing an exceptional job. She was my height but she looked slimmer. I could tell from her jewelry that she was well to do. I especially admired the way she appeared to look after herself, with her nails just perfect, her hair nicely set and cut above just above her shoulders. Most older women I see don't seem to look after themselves and I always vowed that I wouldn't be one of them when I got older. Her make up looked like it was done professionally and I noticed that she wasn't wearing a wedding ring. Not that it was important but it's just something that caught or didn't catch my eye you could say. I was sure that even at her age she was still turning a few heads.

We finished our cigarettes and she introduced herself as Cindy. I told her my name was Rose, I said "its short for Roseanne". She suggested we stick together on the road and that way we can watch out for each other in case of car trouble or whatever. That was ok with me, I would feel much more secure in case of car trouble or whatever and I guessed she would to. We hit the road and after about 3 hours more of driving, she motioned that she was going to pull off at the next exit. We fueled up and pulled into a restaurant bar type place and decided to have a cold beer and get a bite to eat. "At least it wasn't a dry county," I said. I felt pretty cool now that I could drink legally. Not that I could never get false I.D. before but now I didn't need it. We ate our diner and she asked me if I was planning to stop for the night or try driving right through. I said "actually I hadn't made up my mind but that I was thinking of finding a room and then getting an early start in the morning. She suggested that if I decided to get a room and if I didn't mind sharing, we could split the cost. I was a little low on finances anyway so it seemed like a good idea to me. She seemed like a nice enough lady, gentle mannered and intelligent, what the heck I said "sure that would be great" We finished our diner, and decided that since it was already 6:00pm, we may as well just grab a room right across the street. We checked in at the Hampton but all they had available was a no smoking room with one king-size bed. We looked at each other; she noticed my concerned look and waited for me to decide. "That would be ok." I said. We got up to our room on the second floor and I felt a little excitement since I haven't been in very many hotels and the thought of being in one with another woman, almost a stranger was a little weird to say the least.

We both got our things hung and put out our make up bags etc She suggested we try out the pool and that after a long drive, and a refreshing swim, we'd sleep like babies. "Great idea" I said. I dashed to the bathroom with my swimsuit and looking at myself in the mirror, I felt a little self conscious and a little embarrassed to be dressed like this in the presents of an almost perfect stranger. I figured it was just we girls anyway so what's the big deal. When I came out of the bathroom, I think she sensed my apprehension and gave me that it's ok I understand look! She had already changed into hers and with both in our swimsuits, wraps, and towels, we headed for the pool.

It was an indoor pool and deserted. We were the only ones there. She commented "great!" I hate it when there are others in the pool, it's usually old fat businessmen and they constantly undress you with their eyes. Some of them are such pigs." "Yea" I said "I get that sometimes and I hate it. I don't mind the younger hunks checking me out but some of those old farts are such perverts." She gave me that knowing look. I was really feeling grown up and mature around Cindy.

Most of the time I felt inadequate and immature but today, well not today. Cindy took off her wrap and stepped down into the water, "I bet you get a lot of young hunks checking you out Rose" she said. She turned around and looked directly into my eyes as she said that. I was a little embarrassed thinking she had caught me staring at her since I was a little mesmerized at the site of her when I noticed just how beautiful of a woman she was. She looked great in that yellow two piece contrasting against her tanned figure and wondering if I would ever be able to wear a bikini at her age. I knew she was much older than I was but her figure didn't look it. She looked up at me and said "come on in, the water's warm" My nipples were hard as I removed my wrap, and I was a little embarrassed since I noticed them clearly protruding through my thin top. I tried to jump in as quickly as I could in case Cindy noticed. I knew that the air was a little cool but I think it was much more than that. I never considered myself to be that good looking but when this beautiful woman complimented me, I began to get that familiar feeling inside. I'm thinking this is crazy, it's another woman for God's sakes she could be old enough to be my Mother.

We swam around a little. Cindy was trying out some swim strokes. We had a one-lap race, and I think she let me win. We swam around splashing and she would bump into me or touch me sometimes by mistake with her arm or leg and once she even bumped her head into my ass when she was swimming under water. Then popped up "sorry, I had my eyes closed" she explained. I thought nothing of it. I was having fun. It had been sometime since I've had a smile on my face. I was enjoying myself. I found myself swimming underwater and use that opportunity to sneak a peak at Cindy. I especially enjoyed watching her doing the crawl as her legs opened and closed sometimes showing her pubic hair. I even thought of swimming up to her underwater like she did to me but chickened out. Really I thought to myself, for an older woman she is pretty hot. I think I was becoming attracted to her. I quickly dismissed the thought and came up for air. To get away, I complained about the kinks in my neck from driving and with that I jumped out of the pool into the bubbling hot tub. She said "great idea" I'm right behind you. We floated and relaxed together in the hot tub in silence. I could feel her feet touching my legs in the water as we allowed our bodies to just float and relax and unintentionally my feet and legs would casually float and touch her. I was becoming light headed, I suspect from the hot tub and the change in temperature from the pool so I decided to head for the sauna as a final stop before taking a shower.

I lay flat out on my tummy on the top bench in the sauna and just as I was about to doze off, she came in. She scooted up to the top bench and began to message my shoulders. She startled me at first then she whispered "this should loosen those kinks", "a good hot sauna and good message does it for me every time. After that long driving day, it felt so good. I was feeling so relaxed, I let out an involuntary moan and I hoped she didn't hear it. She continued to message my shoulders and neck. She would move her hands down my back across my shoulder blades and from time to time she would move her hands to the sides of my ribs and lower back, then back up to my shoulders. I couldn't help it I was getting very horny. Crazy thoughts ran through my mind of getting a full body message in the nude by this woman. I secretly hoped that for a moment this is what she had in mind. It had been over a month since I had been laid and my hormones were getting the better of me. I decided right there that if this was going anywhere, I was going along with it.

I felt so relaxed as she continued to rub her hands all over my back. I asked her to "undo my top" I reasoned to her that it gets in the way of her rub down and because it felt to restricting. She easily unclasped my bikini top and began to rub ever so much closer on the sides of my tits. When her hands came close I would slightly raise myself so that she could get to them better and she did. Cindy began to message my thighs. Her hands would move along the inside of my legs and back again to my back. Each time she would message my inner thighs, I would ease myself up just a little and spread my legs hoping she would go further. Cindy managed to undo the clasps at the sides of my bottoms and without resistance I raised myself up slightly and allowed her to pull them down. I slowly turned onto my back, leaving the top under me on the bench. I lusted for her body by now and she gave me a little sinister smirk as she continued to rub my shoulders, my arms, my tummy and our eyes met. Our bodies were covered in sweat from the sauna. She began to rub my breasts and with that she bent down to meet my lips with hers. I was so wet and excited I didn't hesitate to dart my tongue as deep into her mouth as my tongue would go. I had never kissed a woman before. God here I was so very horny, kissing this older woman and loving it. I had never done this sort of thing before except in my mind. Sometimes when I masturbate I would image that I was being licked by a woman, no particular person, just another woman. Now was my chance to really know how that feels.

Cindy removes her bikini top and bottom, moves on top of me without breaking our kiss and here we were tits to tits and mound to mound. We rubbed our pussies together, rubbed our legs into each other's cunts and I could feel her wetness on my leg and her sweat on my body. Breathless by now, I couldn't remember when I was so horny. She finally broke the kiss and whispered in my ear "let's get to bed".

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Hitchhiking Slut - Part Two

The truck was speeding down Route 6 toward the motel. With all the sex-play in the diner parking lot, both Gayle and Trish were over-heated and ready to continue as soon as they got to a room. Since Trish hadn't come yet, she was feeling the burn even more. But the body language during the drive from the diner was a lot different than it had been to it. Now that their relationship had quickly grown physical, hands massaged sweaty thighs, tits and cunts, breathing was heavy, and hearts beat faster in anticipation of the hot action about to happen between them.

Trish splayed her manicured fingers over Gayle's right breast and massaged the nipple to hardness. She felt the supple leather of Gayle's black halter-top covering her full chest. The young stripper stimulated the sexy older woman's tit with her long nails scraping the leather-covered nipple. Then alternated with soft massaging of the full globe. She was sitting next to the blonde on the truck's bench seat and even leaned over and slid her long, wet tongue into Gayle's ear. Breathing her hot, moist breath into it while laving the shell with her mouth muscle.

"Oh, baby. That feels so good, we need to get a room quick before I burst again." Gayle sighed. Even though she had come just a few minutes ago, thanks to her new girl-lover, she was ready to go again thanks to Trish's attention. Gayle reached over and between the stripper's thighs and dipped her hand up under the brown leather miniskirt. She found a soaked thong covering the girl's dripping cunt. Gayle was amazed at how quickly she was taking to this new girl-girl passion. Not a few hours ago, she was on her way to her apartment and her boyfriend after work at the bar. Now, she had already lip-locked ferociously with this sexy female hitchhiker, let the girl bring her to orgasm in the parking lot of the local diner, and was on her way to get a motel room with her. How things could change when passions flew. She busily fingered Tricia's cunt through the drenched thong.

"Gayle, lover, oh, wow, that feels so hot. You are so hot, girl. Oh, shit, I can't wait to get you under the sheets. I just love your tits. I can't wait to suck those hard nips. Are we there yet, baby?" Trish was almost ready to come just from Gayle's long-nailed hand.

"We're almost there, sugar. Almost there. I'll stop 'til we get to the room." She withdrew her hand, but brought her fingers to her nose to smell the pungent aroma of Trish's cunt juice. She even licked the sticky fluid to taste the musky essence. How quickly she learned.

"Oh, gawd, baby. Let me taste." Trish grabbed Gayle's fingers and popped them hungrily into her mouth as the blonde drove with one hand on the wheel. She savored the mixed taste of her own juice and Gayle's saliva.

"Here we are." Gayle said in relief as they pulled into the motel parking lot. The light was on in the office. She turned to the young girl sitting next to her with the blonde streak in the brown hair framing her face. The busty older woman looked at the girl's large brown eyes and full lips, slightly smeared with her own pussy juice. The erotic odor of leather, sweat, perfume and cunt filled the small truck cab. Gayle wished she could bottle that smell and keep it with her always. The sexy younger girl with the huge tits was still sitting close up to her on the bench seat. The closeness was intimate, intoxicating, hot. "Are you ready, sugar?"

"Oh, Gayle, I've been ready for you for a long time, sweetie." Trish's left arm had already been around the woman's shoulder as she drove. Now, the girl just seemed to melt forward into the woman's arms and her face drew close to Gayle's. Her warm breath smelled of peppermints and pussy. "Are you ready for me?" The two beautiful girls gazed into each other's eyes. This was a big move for Gayle, checking into the local motel with another woman.

Gayle shifted her gaze from those big eyes to the full, pouting lips so close to her own. "I can't believe this, Trish, but I am. I can't believe this has all happened so fast, but I am--so much. I want you more than I can say." With that, Gayle closed the distance between their faces and the two pairs of painted girl-lips mashed together. They quickly opened wide and long, serpentine tongues dueled within. They swapped each other's tongues and saliva in a passionate kiss. Fresh lipstick smeared again as this was not just a kiss of a quick one-night stand. This was the passion of a new emotional and physical relationship. They groaned into each other's mouths. Hands clutched the back of each other's hair to pull closer.

Finally, Gayle broke the kiss. "Let's go, Trish, before we spend the whole night here in the parking lot. I'll get the room."

With reluctance, Trish moved away from her new girl-lover's luscious body and got the door. They jumped down from the truck and steadied themselves. Their legs were still weak from passion. They looked at each other and giggled when they realized their lipstick was smeared again. The girls held hands romantically as they walked across the lot to the office. Their leather jackets creaked as their arms rubbed against each other.

Gayle thought. How was she going to do this? Would she know the clerk at the desk? Here were two voluptuous big-titted women looking ready to fuck in their leather and jeans, obvious with the smeared lipstick what they had been doing. And they were both gorgeous, not as if they'd blend into the scenery. They knew they were knockouts. Now they were walking hand-in-hand into the motel office to rent a room. Not too subtle. How would she handle this? She squeezed her interlaced fingers around Trish's, almost for support and reaffirmation. Trish squeezed back.

Gayle opened the door to the office. She knew the young man there. It was Cliff, who was at the bar from time to time. Not a great tipper. Shit! His eyes grew wide as he looked up at Gayle, then Trish, up and down Trish's body, eyes growing wider, then at their joined hands, then back at Gayle again.

"Hey... Gayle? Hey, Gayle. Gayle? How are you? What, ah, what can I do for you little ladies?" Cliff stuttered, unsure of the situation. He stared at the two sexy girls standing in front of him, as a vision in the night. The older thirtyish sexy blonde with the big tits in the tight faded jeans, black cowboy boots, black leather fringed halter top squeezing deep cleavage between those full tits and flashy black leather jacket with the younger busty babe with the bigger tits, ultra-tight faded brown leather miniskirt, matching fringed leather jacket and "fuck-me" brown ankle boots. They had been holding hands when they came in, but now the younger one twined her brown-leathered arm around Gayle's black-leathered arm possessively, clutching the older girl's biceps. Their hair was not exactly in place, and their incredibly full lipstick mouths were smeared slightly. And what was that? Just under Gayle's ear, by her neck, was the clear burgundy imprint of a pair of female lips. And that younger girl was wearing that color! The pieces to the puzzle began to form a picture. Once that picture grew in his mind, so did the hard-on he rapidly experienced. "Hey, Gayle. Watch gals know tonight?"

The younger busty girl giggled. "Oh, a hell of a lot more than we did a few hours ago, cowboy!" She giggled again and squeezed Gayle's arm. Gayle grinned awkwardly. Trish wasn't making this easy for her.

"Hey, Cliff. Just out for alittle partying'. Had alittle to drink, so thought we'd get a room for the night instead of driven' home." That was the best line Gayle could think of to limit the damage, if that was possible at this point. Cliff wasn't a brain surgeon, so the best way to do this was quick and to the point. "Got one ready?" She hoped her grin looked natural.

"Ah, yep. Double beds or single king?" He asked this automatically, but realized what he was implying too late. The heat was affecting his thinking. He rose from his chair stiffly. He tried to grin back, but the fantasy in front of him made it half-hearted.

"We'll take a king," Gayle replied, keeping her cool. She tossed the credit card she had fished from her pocket on the counter.

"King? Oh, uh, yeah, okay. Huh. Yep, I guess you can have the one around the corner. Kind of away from the road noise, by the pool. King, yeah, okay." His upper head was on automatic pilot while his lower head had taken control. He ran the card, fished a key from the drawer, and handed it to Gayle. A last, dying thought from his upper brain, "Uh, you gals need me to get anything for ya, bring it by the room? Beer? Snacks?"

"No, Cliff. Thanks anyway. Just some privacy, okay?" Gayle said firmly. She knew Cliff's type from the bar every night.

"Yeah, Cliff. We've got everything we need. Right, sugar?" Trish giggled again and slid her hand down to squeeze her girlfriend's tightly leaned ass cheek. It was sudden and Gayle couldn't believe how tough Trish was making this. But it also hardened her nipples again, so she smiled, turned and led the girl out of the office to the night air. Leaving a stunned Cliff behind the counter.

"Well, that was fun, you nasty little girl." Gayle whispered to her girl-lover as she put her arm around Trish's shoulders. Trish wrapped her arm in turn around the older woman's narrow waist and clutched her hip.

"Fuck it, baby. Who the hell is he, anyhow? We got some sexy girl-wrestling' to do anyhow, right?" Trish was heating up again quickly, feeling her girlfriend's thigh and ass. She needed to come badly.

"Oh, yeah, you sweet thing," Gayle squeezed the soft brown-leathered shoulder and drew Trish in under her arm possessively. That was her old life, this seemed to becoming her new. And her cunt was starting to juice again. The two girls, arms wrapped romantically around each other, walked around the corner to the room that was theirs. The hell with Cliff and those bar guys.

Gayle unlocked the door and almost walked in. Trish stopped her. "Hey, this is our first bedroom together, Gayle. How about carrying me across the threshold?" Trish smiled at her girl-lover. "How 'bout it? Let's make this special."

"Oh, uh... hey, yeah, why not?" The idea began to quickly appeal to Gayle's romantic instincts and her smile grew with pleasure. "Okay, sugar, I like that idea. Our first night together."

Gayle drew the busty young stripper in closer to her. Their breasts touched roughly through the tight tops, nipple to hard nipple. They gazed hotly at each other. Suddenly the muscular older woman reached down and, with her arm under her legs, lifted the girl in her arms. Trish's breath was taken away by the sudden demonstration of strength from this gorgeous, sexy blonde. Gayle lifted Trish easily in her arms and drew her into her large breasts. Trish placed her hands on Gayle's taught biceps and held them through the supple black leather of her jacket, feeling the muscles bulging. She dug her long glossy nails into the soft kidskin leather and drew her face in to meet the blonde's. They clinched tightly and indulged in a deep, wet, open-mouthed kiss. Trish's senses burned with the sudden erotic power that Gayle held over her. She reveled in giving herself to this strong, sexy blonde and allowed the woman to carry her into the motel room, all the while sucking on each other's tongues.

Gayle stood in the dark motel room, lifting the gorgeous girl in her arms, her arm muscles bulging, thanks to her workouts. They moaned into each other's mouths. The sounds of female tongues slurping and their leather jackets creaking against each other were the only ones in the silence of the room.

Trish suddenly broke the wet kiss and gazed into Gayle's smoldering, lust-filled eyes. "I hope this is the first of many nights in a bedroom together for us, baby," she breathed sweetly into the blonde's face, "the first of many nights for us." Gayle smiled at the sudden vulnerability in this tough little stripper. It was a magic moment between them that needed no response, other than the one she gave. With a groan, their faces came together again. Trish wrapped her arms tightly around Gayle's neck, bringing them even closer together in their passion. The two women mashed mouths, French-kissing deeply, wetly, soulfully.

With a sigh, Gayle reluctantly broke the kiss and gently laid her girl-lover on the king bed. As Trish was licking Gayle's saliva from her lips, the woman turned on a small light in the corner and closed and double locked the door. This was going to be their little world tonight. She turned back to Trish and gazed at her lustfully. She wanted the girl more than she could admit.

Trish returned the gaze with equal heat, then smiled, "Hey, I got a great idea, you sexy thing. Didn't Cliff say we have a pool behind us?"

"Yeah, why?" This was a strange question when they were about to attack each other.

"I got a great idea, baby. I think we can get to it through the back door. Don't take anything off. Come with me. I always wanted to do this. This is gonna be hot, trust me!" Trish got up from the bed, took the confused woman's hand and led her out by the pool. "Oh, great, no one here!" Trish whispered as she looked around in the semi-darkness by the pool. "This is gonna be great. Just follow me. Don't worry 'bout clothes, keep 'em on!"

Gayle looked around in puzzlement, not sure of what was coming next. But she trusted her new girl-lover, even though they hadn't known each other very long. Somehow she knew there would be some fierce orgasms coming very soon. And, following slightly behind Trish, she was eyeing the stripper's tight, leather-covered ass cheeks. She was salivating at the thought of burying her nose between those young globes right into the girl's rectum. What a slut she had become in such a short time! Trish guided her to the edge of the pool, by the steps down into the heated water.

Trish drew closer to the steps, but Gayle resisted. "Hey, what are you doing? If you want to go in, what about our clothes? I'll strip mine off."

"No, baby. This is half the fun!" Trish giggled. "All our stuff will dry by morning. I've always wanted to do this. Watch!" With that, Trish released Gayle's hand and stepped down into the pool, fully clothed, step by step. Gayle watched in amazement, but evolving into erotic curiosity. Trish was loving the feeling of the water running down to her toes inside her ankle boots, and of the wet leather skirt on her thighs. She proceeded to soak her top and leather jacket, reveling in the heavy wetness of the jacket and boots. She turned to the woman standing by the pool and locked eyes with her. Trish brought her hands up to her full breasts, now thoroughly wet behind the soaked fabric of her tight top, and massaged the globes. "If you want some of this, baby, you need to come on in. Come on, Gayle. It's warm and about to get warmer."

Gayle watched the young girl's clothes become saturated, leather and all. She had an overwhelming urge to feel that wet body against her own, to feel it all over. She smiled. "Well, get ready, girlfriend. You better make this worth it!"

"Oh, don't worry about that, you hot bitch. Just come on over to me...." Trish took a mouthful of water and spit it down over her huge tits, then fluttered her tongue and the beautiful woman about to join her.

Gayle stepped down the stairs into the water. The feeling was oddly erotic with each step, as the warm water began filled her black leather cowboy boots, ran up the legs of her faded jeans and around her tight ass, engulfing her cunt and ass all at once in a liquid warmth. As she moved further toward Trish, the water rose to her tight black lambskin-leather fringed halter that scooped down and hugged her breasts, the full globes straining against the now wet, but still supple leather. Her nipples were hardening against the sensuous, tight, wet leather. Her hard as with the small gold belly button ring undulated in reaction to the water. Her clothes had been tight before, but, with the warm water, they began gripping each curve and crevice. And Trish's eyes didn't miss an inch. It was all she could do not to jump the woman right there.

Gayle loved the feeling of the water travelling higher and higher, and savored the moment. She checked the feel of her skin-tight stonewashed jeans as she immersed herself fully clothed in the pool. After reveling in her wet gear, she locked eyes again with Trish, who was waiting for her against the wall of the pool, up to her tits in the water.

As the wet leather and jeans clung to their bodies like second skins, the two girls swam the short distance to each other. As their bodies merged into one, Trish floated up and wrapped her legs around Gayle's body. Her arms clutched the beautiful blonde to her chest, mashing slick, wet tits together. Gayle allowed the momentum of her motion to carry her and Trish to the wall of the pool. The erotic sensation was heightened by the unusual sensation of wet leather, jeans and stretch material that hardened the rubbing nipples and leaked down between their legs. Their eyes were riveted on each other's faces, hooded almost into slits. The erotic heat almost boiled the water around them. The leather fringe around Gayle's halter tank top floated up between their huge, tight, mashing tits. It seemed as if the water was a conductor for the electricity between them, hitting each girl in their hardening nipples, between their legs to their rapidly juicing cunts and rising clits, making their skin crawl with lust. Their breathing came heavier and heavier, washing each other's faces in that special, intimate odor of female saliva and perfume.

As they slowly ground their bodies together, bobbing in the water, Gayle never wanted to kiss someone--anyone--as much as this gorgeous stripper. And Trish knew it, feeling the same. "Hey, Gayle-baby, how do you like getting' wet with me? Good idea?" Her lips were only inches from the older woman who had her in a bear hug. She continued to clamp her legs harder around Gayle's hips, her soaking leather miniskirt sliding up her own hips.

"Oh, sugar, this is incredible.... I can't believe this! I love it! So nice, so nice and sexy.... You are sooooo hot, baby. Let me feel how hot you are......" With that, not taking her eyes from Trish's, she reached down between them, sliding her hand in and under the girl's short skirt. She raked her nails up those taught girl-thighs all the way to the thong-covered cunt. Even with the water undulating between them, she could feel the special, gel-like slickness of Trish's pussy juice. It was leaking out into the water and down her thighs. She pulled aside the thong with no trouble, and found those shaved cunt lips. She rubbed the hard ball-like clit, scraping it with her long nail.

"OOOOOhhhhhhh, Gayle. Gayle.... Mmmmm...." Trish's eyes slitted, her thick tongue emerged from her mouth and licked her lips. Gayle saw the glint of the gold tongue-stud as it protruded from her mouth-muscle. "Oh, Gayle... do me... I need you! Do me, baby....! Finger fuck me, I need to come on your hand..... bring me off, baby.....!" Her voice was a whisper of intimacy just between the two girl-lovers. The breath came quicker. Gayle felt Trish's lust through her own body, heightening her own. She slipped her slender forefinger between the cunt lips, feeling the incredible heat as they clamped tightly around her. She slipped several more into the crevice between this beautiful woman's legs. Suddenly she was flooded with the desire to rip orgasm after orgasm from this sexy young girl.

Suddenly Trish's eyes flew open, staring at the big-titted blonde who was holding her in the water, finger-fucking her rapidly. The water seemed to start boiling around her, her thighs tightening around the woman.

"Oh my gawwwd...! Ohhhhhhh...! My gawwwddd.! Gayle, Gayle, baby...!!! Kiss me, Gayle!!! Please, please baby, oh, kiss me you fuckin' slut, kiss me!!!" Trish wrapped her arms tightly around Gayle's wet-leathered shoulders. Their breasts mashed even more as water lapped around their cleavages, nipples rubbing wetly on nipples. She buried her hands in the blonde hair and drew Gayle's face toward her own. She needed this. The passion between the two women was rising to a peak. Gayle let the hot stripper close her face the few short inches. She slid her tongue out before their lips met. Their tongues began a hot, slavering wrestling match even before the pair of pouting girl-lips mashed together in a deep, passionate French kiss. They sucked each other's tongues as if they were expecting them to ejaculate in their mouths. Teeth scraped against teeth. Saliva slobbered off their mouths, slicked their faces to match their wet bodies.

"Mmmmfffffuuuuhhhhh.... Oh, baby, I love it.... Give it to meeeee...." Gayle whispered as their mouths separated and their closed together again. She continued to rapidly slide her fingers in and out of her girl-lover's cunt, manipulating her clit with her thumb. She could feel the orgasm approaching.

"Oh, Gayle! Mmmmmffffhhhhuuuhhhhhh.... I love it..... love it...." Trish could feel her legs begin to spasm. "Oh, uhhhh, uuuuhhhh..... oooohhhhhaaaahhhh." Suddenly the stripper was gripped in the throws of a long-overdo orgasm. Her body spasmed, jerking in Gayle's arms.

Gayle broke the kiss and sank her mouth on the coiled snake tattooed on Trish's neck. She sucked on the flesh, as if she expected the snake to slide up and into her mouth. Trish's head flew back in passionate response. Gayle licked the snake as it traveled up behind the girl's ear, then she kissed and licked Trish's wet ear, sticking her tongue into it, breathing into it, "You're a hot little bitch, aren't you, baby? Cum for me, baby, cum for me Trish!" She slid her hand to Trish's ass, fondling the wet leather slicked over the hard cheek. She used this leverage to dig her fingers even deeper into the busty stripper's cunt. She wanted the girl to cum even more, even harder. The water rippled around her hand as she finger-fucked her stronger, deeper. Her passion was growing for this girl. She couldn't believe it, but her emotions were getting out of hand. Was this love? Or just extremely hot sex? Was there a love growing for this girl? Could she actually fall in love with another woman? Especially a hot, slutty young stripper?

"Fuck me, baby, I love it!" Trish continued to quake with lust. Suddenly she girl realized that Gayle's fingers had dug deep and up to reach her G-spot! Her face contorted. One of the blonde's fingers had slipped to the entrance of her anus! Gayle realized where her finger was inadvertently, and decided to plunge it fully into the small, dark rectum hiding behind this girl's sexy ass cheeks. With her long nail leading the way, scratching at the walls of the intimate ass hole, Gayle began to finger-fuck Trish up her tight rectum while she reached the girl's G-spot. The sudden combination of the warm water sliding around her body, the pressing of this sexy woman's body to her tits, the licking and biting on her neck, and both holes being jammed rapidly brought Trish to the peak, to the deepest climax she had felt in her life.

"Uuuhhhhh, uhhhh, shiiiiittttt!!! Oh, myyyyyy g......" The physical and emotional moment flooded over within the busty stripper. It hit her like lightening in every orifice. She jerked, spasmed in Gayle's arms. "Uh, uh, uh, uh." Suddenly she couldn't speak--nothing came out of her open mouth but her tongue. She had never experienced an orgasm like this. Her eyes rolled back in her head. All Gayle could do was hold her as she reached the top, slow down her hand, and kiss her cheek, her neck, her ear as she began to come down from the peak. Then Trish was through the mist. She came back to earth.

"Hey, sugar. You back with me?" Gayle smiled, her face close to Trish's. She had brought her fuck-hand up and to her mouth, licking off the juice and residue from her girl-lover's pussy and ass. Holding her with the one arm, bouncing gently in the water. Their leather and denim still slid wetly between them. It was like fucking in the womb.

Trish smiled and kissed Gayle softly. "Oh, Gayle.... You are fuckin' incredible! Are you sure you haven't done this before? I mean, that was un-fuckin' real! You drive me absolutely nuts!" Their leather creaked wetly as arms wrapped around shoulders, hands slid up and down lovingly on each other's backs. "Hey, share some with me!" She grabbed Gayle's fuck-hand and plopped each finger in her mouth, sucking off any of the remaining juice and savoring the woman's dripping saliva.

Gayle gazed at this girl clinging to her. She knew she was falling in love with her. They snuggled in the water, kissing and fondling each other's breasts, tweaking and rubbing hard nipples, running fingers through wet hair. The older woman lifted the girl's chin in her thumb and forefinger so that their eyes met. While she was feeling the need to fuck and be fucked, she still wanted to rape this girl, she had to say something. They looked at each other soulfully.

"Trish, I think I'm falling in love with you, baby." This was no idle declaration for Gayle. She had not said this to anyone in a very long time. And she hadn't had these feelings in a very long time. And this was ANOTHER WOMAN!! "I hope this is not too heavy for you to hear. And I know we only just met this afternoon. But I can't help what I'm feeling for you." She affectionately fondled Trish's cheek, then her neck.

"Oh, Gayle," the buxom stripper smile and placed her hands on each side of the older woman's face, "I'm so glad to hear you say that, sweetheart. I feel the same way. I'm falling for you too! I love you too, Gayle. I love you so much, I can.

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