Returning the Favor

Itchy. Bored. Nervous. All of these describe the way I feel today. I'm also exhausted which doesn't help. I'm a computer technician and due to a schedule change at work I've pulled down 10 straight days in a row. I live alone in a 2-bedroom apartment so cleaning the place takes like what, like a half hour. I'd been to the gym, done my grocery shopping for the week, tried reading the latest Patricia Cornwell novel. It wasn't even 10 am and I had nothing to do. There weren't any movies I wanted to rent and all my friends were at their own jobs. So what was there to do? Laundry, I guess. I hate hauling all the clothes and soap and junk down to the basement just to haul it back up an hour later. The landlord said she'd remodel the place so I could put in a washer and dryer. I'd have to take a close look at my budget to see if I could afford one. I'll bet if I saved the money it took to wash and dry the clothes I'd almost have the monthly payment.

The laundry room was a daylight basement so after starting the different machines, I wandered over to the window to look outside. Another nice day-early June which has to be my favorite time of year. I was born in June and my name was June. Plus, the weather is finally truly decent. You could start counting on warm days full of sunshine, but it wasn't yet truly sweaty hot outside. I'd just stepped over to open the window when I saw her at the windows across the courtyard. She must be new to the apartment complex.

I'd have noticed a fine specimen of woman like her. I wondered who she was, when she'd moved in. From my point of view she seemed tall with she absolutely gorgeous, long, dark red hair cascading over her shoulder. She was brushing it out standing sideways to the window. Flipping it over her back, the Woman turned and braced herself against the window jam. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets-she was naked. At least from the waist up which was all I could see. I didn't have my glasses so I couldn't get very specific but it looked like she had great breasts. Large, firm, lots of nipple, standing proudly at attention. Sucking in a quick breath I moved quickly back from the window. She'd looked across the courtyard and our eyes made contact. She'd think I was staring at her. Well, truthfully I guess I was. But not on purpose. It wasn't like I'd planned to peep on her.

Being suddenly busy, I fussed with the different machines checking on their progress. I moved the first load of delicates (I love sexy underwear) to the dryer for a soft tumble and picked up some magazine to pretend like I was reading. I know it was some article about oh-so-sexy Sarah Jessica, but in my mind I could only see Her standing across the way with sunlight perched perkily on the edges of her breasts. I was in the middle of putting a load of towels in the dryer when the door opened and I turned my head a bit to see who else was around on a Tuesday morning. She stood there, nothing whatsoever in her hands which was odd since this was a laundry room. "Excuse Me," her oh-so-soft-as-silk voice breathed with just a hint of a drawl. "I'm still trying to learn my way around the complex. I thought this was the gym." I looked a lower than her chin to see she had these fantastic legs encased in workout tights, a thong-style leotard and a little bitty white bit of shirt underneath. I could even see the base of her bra-less breasts trying to make a break out.

"Nope, laundry room. Gym's next door." Never one to pass up an opportunity I offered to show her around. Just at that moment the dryer on my delicates buzzed. She insisted I take care of my laundry first. I tried to quickly stuff them into the bottom of my basket when she strolled over to help fold.

"I'm new here, can you tell? Just moved in yesterday. My name's Justine King by the way." I looked down to see she had my favorite silk panties in her hand. I'd just moved to take them from her when she raised them to her nose and sniffed. "I just love the smell of warm silk, it's so sexy. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

Feeling like a fool because I'd been to tongue tied to introduce myself I stammered "June Phillips, nice to meet you."

After finishing my undergarments we went next door for a tour of our local gym facilities. The landlord had really worked hard to make this a good gym. We had free weights, Nautilus-type stand-alone weight centers, tread mills, stationary bikes, a hot tub tucked discreetly behind a screen. A ballet bar and walls of mirrors surrounded the entire room. Justine was facing the stand of free weights with her back to the mirrors. Man, what an ass. She looked like she spent hours a day on the stair master. It was high; firm, round, just right for sliding your hand over the cheeks. With the thong nestled between her ass cheeks, it was just begging for some attention.

She turned to look directly into my eyes and asked "Why are you home on a Tuesday morning?" then turned to face one of freestanding machines to begin some thigh lifts.

"I'm a telephone computer support technician. We just started a new shift and I got today off. Normally I'll have weekends free. What about you? Where did you move from? Why Portland?"

She explained she'd just been hired by Smythe and Winston, one of our local law firms, and would start work tomorrow as a lawyer. "Leaving Tulsa was hard for me. I've lived there my whole life. My family is there, my cat, everything." I noticed she had a tear running down her face, ever so slowly. I moved to pat her shoulder and make the appropriate comments about Portland being a wonderful town to live in when she moved to hug me. "I'm sure this is a wonderful place, but I just don't know anyone!" "You know me. Actually, my office is just upstairs from yours. Maybe we could meet some days for lunch. "In fact, let's make plans right now to celebrate your first day at work with lunch tomorrow. My treat. Do you like hot dogs? There's a great hot dog stand just across the street from our building. He has the best dogs in all of Portland." "I'm sorry if I seem like such a baby about moving. I knew it would have to happen sometime and I'm 32 years old for Pete's sake. I've just never been away from my family much, plus I left a 3-year relationship to come here. Would you like to see some pictures?" "Couldn't he find something around here so he could move with you? Three years is a long time."

"Lee worked for the City of Tulsa running their social services department. It wasn't a good time to leave. Besides, she'd just been promoted."

My heart beat faster. She was a lesbian! But then I had to face reality. I didn't want to be the rebound relationship. Justine was new here, didn't know a soul, and was just separating herself from a relationship. Three strikes and I'm out.

After checking on my laundry, we walked across the courtyard to her place so I could look at her photos. The place looked like she'd lived there for a long time. There wasn't a box in sight, everything was arranged. It had taken me 6 months to get curtains for the front windows and here she had mini blinds AND curtains. Justine walked over to the stereo to put on some George Winston (who has to be my favorite! He's plays such sexy, soulful tunes) and then opened the fridge to offer me some juice. I walked over to her mantle (I was jealous-she had a fireplace and I didn't) to look over her pictures. I could tell immediately which ones were her family there was too much resemblance not to notice. Tucked at the back of the photos was a small picture of a beautiful woman. "Lee?"

"Yes. We'd been together for 3 years, but truthfully we broke up a couple of months ago. She'd found someone else at work and they were just building their own relationship. That was part of the reason I wanted something so far away. Tulsa held so many memories for us. Besides, I thought it was time for me to make my own life away from my family." Well, things were certainly looking up. Maybe I wasn't going to be a rebound relationship. My eyes rose to meet hers in the mirror over the mantle. I was about 5'4 and she was taller than I, about 5'8 or so. I'm not a good weight guesser, but I'd put her at about 140 pounds. Not fat by any stretch of the imagination, she was instead well muscled and shapely, with curves in just the right places. I was always battling those 10 extra pounds that seemed to be the curse of my existence. Justine had these killer brown eyes above which rose the thickest eyelashes I'd ever seen on a woman. She reached over to play with my shoulder-length blond hair. "Now that I've moved, I'll be looking for a hairdresser. You'll have to give me the name of yours. I'm thinking of making a change with my hair. It's been long my entire life. I'm thinking of cutting it short. What do you think?"

I turned to stroke her red waterfall of tresses. It was silky soft cascading through my fingers as it picked up blond and gold highlights from the light through the window.

"You have beautiful hair, Justine." Her head fell backwards as I continued to stroke her weighty hair. She gave a big sigh and said she loved it when people played with her hair. She lowered herself to a footstool and asked me to continue. I rubbed and massaged her scalp before moving on to her shoulders.

"Oh, don't stop, that feels wonderful. I think I pulled a muscle moving things in yesterday. Would you mind?" She asks this as she lowers the shoulder straps of her workout clothes. Would I mind? Is the Pope Catholic? Her I was on a lonely Tuesday morning with my hands on a totally beautiful woman. Mind? DUNH! "It's a little lower. Here, let me show you." And taking my hand she lowered to rest just at the edge of what passed for her shirt. She nudged the strip of fabric up so I could get at the spot. Her skin was warm, slightly freckled, golden brown with no hint of a tan line. She arched backward into my hand and I could see the tips of her nipples peeking under the fabric. I raised the shirt a little more so they'd pop free. Justine didn't seem to notice as she sat there breathing deeply and moaning softly. "Now that you're massaging that spot, I really think it must be that whole set of muscles. I can feel the ache under my ribs. Mind if I lay down? I'm getting a little light headed." She lay back on the oversized ottoman after she slid the shirt over her head.

I ached to touch her breasts. I'd never ached so badly. Amazing rose-colored nipples, hard little nubbins in the cool morning air, just begging to be stroked, tipped her oh-so-firm 36 C's. My knees actually got weak just looking at them, so I lowered myself to the floor. Justine shifted on the ottoman as I sat and my fingers grazed the underside of her breast. Her nipples hardened even more till they resembled marbles perched and ready to roll. "Just slightly to the left it hurts the most." She took my hand and lowered it to her breast. "Here seems to be were it hurts the worst." Never one to let an invitation slap me in the face, I slipped my mouth over the tip of her rock-hard nipple. Justine let loose this tiny little sigh. "It's been months since any else has touched me but myself. I'm just not cutting it anymore. Love me June?" she asked as she slipped her hand under my t-shirt. I rarely wore bras since I had such tiny breasts. No one could ever tell anyway I was so flat chested. I don't know if was because of their size, but my breasts had always been EXTREMELY sensitive. I nearly had an orgasm just at this slight touch. It had been a long time for me too, in between lovers.

My last lover had been over a year ago. I'd had plenty of offers, but simply hadn't met anyone who made my juices flow. I'd met someone now! I grazed the tips of my other hand across her right breast as I continued to make love to her left breast, swirling my tongue around and around slowly while I sucked on the nipple. Justine was attempting to get my shirt off while at the same time trying to lower her tights. I stripped off the shirt and joined my hands to hers to take the rest of her clothes off. As the waistband of her tights passed her cunt, my eyes widened at the sight of her totally bare pussy. I couldn't resist reaching out to lick the tiny drop of moisture off her lips. "Aaaaagggggghhhh! God that feels good. More, I need more of you!" She raised me up to help me out of my shorts. Her hands stilled as they moved the edge of my thong panties just past the lips to my own pussy. I was a true blonde and kept my bush neatly trimmed. I lowered my eyes and could see the hood of my clit already sliding back and my love button emerging from the folds of flesh. Justine sat up and fastened her mouth on my love canal, sliding her tongue up and down the slit of my labia. She took my hand as pulled me toward the bedroom. I had to stop for a moment to let myself believe the sight that greeted me. She had a HUGE four-poster bed sitting smack in the middle of the room. Around the walls she had mirror after mirror after mirror.

My panting lover giggled and whispered in my ear "I love to watch myself orgasm. Make me cum! NOW!"

I didn't need to be asked twice. Now it was my turn to pull her into the room and slide her into the beds center. I nibbled my way down to her already flowing cunt. Her lips were the same rose color as her nipples, but her button was the color of ruby colored glass. My tongue slipped out to caress its length as it finished the journey out of hiding. I pulled her closer and slid her legs over my shoulders so I could get closer, closer to my target. My index finger began a dance of love around the entrance to her moist cave, slipping and sliding around and around, tipping sometimes just inside. With my tongue, I lapped and spooned her juices upward to concentrate on her clit. Justine was thrusting her hips at my face, trying to draw my fingers deeper into her warmth. Responding to her wishes, I slipped the thumbs of both hands deep into her canal, thrusting first one then the other as deep as I could. Once coated with love-juice, I began to slowly insert one digit into her tightly puckered sphincter hole. Through the walls of her ass and her love canal, I rubbed one thumb against the other. By this time my tongue was totally focused on her clit. I raised my eyes from the sight of this delicious treasure in time to see Justine twisting and pulling on her nipple. Her eyes were focused on the mirror just over my shoulder, watching me fuck her with my fingers. I could feel her tightening as her moans and breathing deepened. "June, June, make me cum. Make my clit twitch and my cunt spasm." Justine began thrusting her hips harder and higher off the mattress as I focused my tongue strictly on her clit. Swirling the tip back and forth across her button, I sucked strongly and deeply. Her legs clamped around my head as she slid over the edge of pleasure.

I continued to lighten my thrusts until I slowly removed my thumb from their business inside her tight little ass and her dripping cunt. I finished lapping her love juices and raised my eyes to hers. "June, I think I'm going to like Portland after all!" My mind began to slip ahead to the return of my lover's pleasure. I KNEW she'd return the favor!