Sunday

I pulled into the marina as the last vestiges of sunlight splayed out across the horizon. My muscles ached from a long day on the ocean and I longed for a cool drink. I tethered the lines and grabbed my gear and headed for the pub across the street.

The crowd was the usual commuter lushes with their briefcases and maybe just another one attitude, never counting the stemware as it piles up behind the bar...and o excuse me, is this seat taken, do you mind if I sit here, kind of stares.

I grabbed a small table near the back and listened as the piano player plinked the ivories, nodding to him. He smiled back and rolled his eyes at the loud obnoxious man in the tweed suit spilling cognac as he staggered to the bathroom.

There were people milling about in front of the bar, laughing and talking boisterously loud. I heard a womyns voice saying she would take that bet and then more laugher filled the streets. The crowd outside squeezed into the narrow doorway and I watched over the heads as space became more utilized in the small lounge.

I tossed the beer back, swallowing the last bit when the familiar voice of Graham came around the corner. He asked me if I wanted to join his party. He told me he had someone very special he wanted me to meet. I wasn't exactly looking very spiffy having been on the water since before 6 am, but he insisted.

I stowed my gear behind the bar, tossing Brian a five spot to watch it, and then headed towards the tables in the front.

Graham Porter was yachtsman that I knew from the club and he and I had raced on occasion over the years. He had been married and divorced more times than I had ever gotten drunk in my life and he bragged about every womyn he had ever scored with. He wasn't a big braggart in the sense that he wanted you to know who he scored with, just the fact that at age 50 he was still scoring big.

He was a ruddy complexioned guy about 6ft 4," sandy gray hair, the bluest eyes you had ever seen on a guy without contacts. He was a stocky build and he ran everyday to keep himself trim. I imagined that he was about to introduce me to his latest mistress, when he whipped around, putting his arm across my shoulders and said, "Darling, I want you to meet Kay Pastorini, she and I are going to be married next month and I want you to be there...and maybe do some of your fancy cooking."

Now was that an invite to..ok, first meet the little womyn, then maybe come to the wedding, or maybe work at the wedding? HMMM..didnt know quite how to take it, when all of a sudden this womyn with long red hair turned fully around in her chair and said to me, "Hi there Cary, I'm Kay" She was gorgeous and when the words came out of her mouth, they floated from her lips to my ears. It was as if I was dazed for a moment and then I felt her hand touch mine. I smiled at her and said hello, the words barely leaving my mouth.

She moved over in her seat and offered me the lip of the chair. Graham motioned for the waitress to bring another round and I said hello to the rest of the gang. They had all been out sailing on Grahams motoryacht, having spent most of the day on the southside. They had moored close to Princeton-By-The-Sea and had used a dinghy to go ashore for lunch. I mentioned that the Crab Cottage had been my most favorite place in the 70s and had missed it since it had closed and made way for a motel. Kay joked that a motel might even be better for lunch and everyone laughed. I felt myself flush, from her double entendre and from the closeness of sitting so near.

When the conversation turned to sports, and the men were all raising their voices, she asked me where I lived, was it in town. I told her I kept a place close to the club, but that my home was in Sonoma. She remarked that she loved the wine country and I should invite her up sometime. Again I blushed, and agreed that it would be nice for her to come and visit. And then I added, maybe after the wedding she and Graham could be my guests. To which she replied, "I was thinking of coming to visit you alone."

Well, that clinched it. I told her it was great meeting her and said good-bye to my yachting chums and gave Graham a hug and bid them all farewell. I grabbed my stow from the barkeep and headed out towards the parking lot. I waved hello to the attendant and threw him a pack of smokes I picked up in the bars vending machine.

The attendant, Stu, let me park in the lot for free, and I in turn would buy him little sundry items. It was a small trade, and it worked well for us. I put the top down on the roadster and threw my stuff in the trunk. I turned on the CD and cranked it up. The heavy bass from Buddy Miles' Them Changes came blaring out of my Bose speakers. I adjusted my mirrors and was just about to take off, when Kay hopped into the seat over the door frame. She startled me. I stalled the engine and looked at her and asked what was up.

She told me she felt like going for a ride, would I take her. I asked her what about Graham and she said she told him she would see him later, she had some things to do.

I told her I was tired and was heading home for a shower. She said that sounded lovely and could she come along. I told her I wasn't in the entertaining mode and she said she just wanted to go for a ride. I started to suggest another day when out came the most beautiful pouting lip. I said, "O. OK. a small ride"

I grabbed my bag from underneath her ass, she helped by standing up partly on her legs creating space for me to pull it out.

I noticed that her legs were long and tanned. The shorts she wore were that spandex material that helped to sculpt already beautiful legs. She was wearing a small tube top that accentuated her healthy bustline. She must have seen me admiring because she opened her legs wider and kicked back into the seat.

I immediately looked forward and drove off waving to Stu who whistled a long wolf howl. I drove up towards Belvedere and then back down towards the lagoon. When it was evident that I wasn't leaving the small town, she asked if I could take her to my place where she could shower having been on the water all day. I asked her if she wouldn't rather I take her to Grahams' house and she said she didn't want to go there just yet.

OK, so I drove out of Tiburon, with my buddy's' girl sitting next to me. She loved the music and started moving in her seat to the tempo. She asked me who it was and I told her and she was still in the dark, but enjoyed it just the same.

The night had formed into a silvery hush with purple and pink swirls cushioned together and the sounds of mocking birds in the tall cypress trees gave the air a mysterious hum all its own. I pulled into the carport and turned off the engine and went around the car and opened her door for her. I don't why, it just seemed like the thing to do. I told her to watch her step, that I had been laying new bricks and it wasn't finished yet. She said OK and grabbed my hand as we descended the stepping stones. I turned on the porch light and called out to Jasper as I opened the door.

He was sitting on the leather couch as we entered and wagged his tail and plopped right back down. I went over and scratched his muzzle and gave him a kiss on his brow. He yawned and sniffed Kay as she stooped to pet him. I introduced them. She said he was cute but didn't expect me to have a Basset. I told her quickly how I had acquired him, she laughed and said it was sweet.

I asked her if she wanted a drink and she asked me if I had any whiskey. I showed her to the bar and told her to help herself, I really needed a shower. While I undressed, I asked her how she met Graham. She told me he was a friend of her dads and that they had only just met that day and that she really had no intention of ever marrying him, it had all just been a big joke.

I had my shirt off and my pants undone when I whipped around the corner and asked her incredulously, "Serious?"

And she said that it was all just a joke. I told her I didn't think Graham was joking about it when he made the announcement in the bar, that I thought he was very serious about her. She said it was preposterous and she would set him straight. And then I mumbled something about 'never being able to even think straight.' She heard me and laughed and again I felt as it moved into me. Her sounds, her words....whoa....gotta stop.

I turned on the water and let it warm abit., brushed my teeth and stepped into the shower. The pelting drops felt good on my tired body and I leaned up against the wall and let the steady stream wash over me. I could see thru the shower doors that she had made her way into the bathroom. I could see her taking her tube top off, then her shorts. I watched in slow motion as she made her way to the shower and slowly pulled the glassed doors back...

I held out my hand and helped her in. I turned on the other sides faucet and as it warmed I stood back to admire my bathing partner. She stood about 5ft 10, a few inches taller than myself. Her arms were slender but well muscled. Her hair was long and I loved the way it looked, wet and hanging over each shoulder.

She said she loved the idea of dual showerheads and then filled her mouth with water and sprayed it all over me. I laughed. And the did the same, but as I was spraying, she moved closer to me and tried to kiss my mouth. OK, here I was in the shower with my buddy's' girl....with my buddy's'; girl. Now what was wrong with this picture...UH YEA....ok. I asked her, "OK, so what's the story Kay?"

She told me she wasn't interested in Graham or any other guy for that matter. She said she had seen me a few weeks ago in a race I competed in and had arranged to meet me. But everytime she was supposed to, I would show up with a different womyn in tow. So she decided to try another way...this time being more subtle. She knew my schedule for Wednesdays and made a point of being with the gang, that we would all meet at the bar for a drink and Voila, the rest was herstory.

I was flattered, but thought it to be a chancy risk that I would even take her for a ride. Then she asked me if I didn't find her attractive. I told her of course she was attractive, and again I felt myself blushing. She told me I looked good in red.

I stood with my hands on the wall surrounding her, my legs straddling her nakedness. She was leaning up against the wall, her arms wrapping around my neck. The water streaming down over us...and then I leaned into her and kissed her perfect mouth. I felt as her tongue quickly made its way into my mouth, exploring and pushing in deeper. I gasped for air in the water. I felt myself on fire. Again I kissed her softer this time, my lips barely brushing hers, biting her lower lips, pushing in and then away and then pressing harder into her mouth. I felt as her hands grabbed a hold of my ass and pulled my body into her. I felt my wet bush upon hers. I felt as I started to melt in the heat of our passions. And then I pulled from her...and stepped from the shower, she followed and I turned off the central switch. Both faucets were then dry...the only thing dry.

I led her to the terrace. The night sky was filled with a million stars and an occasional plane. I handed her a shot glass and took a sip from a nearby snifter she had filled. She came up behind me and held me. I could feel her bush on my ass and I leaned back into the hollow of her stomach. She wrapped her arms around me and we stood with the evenings air whipping thru our pubes. I kissed her arm nearest to my mouth, and sucked away the few remaining drops of water. I kissed her ears and her throat, licking and sucking the newness of her skin...the softness of her life...who was she that had so much power. How was it that she had captivated me so easily?

I turned around in her arms and kissed her firmly. She had the most beautiful green eyes, like emeralds they shown. Her skin was soft, tanned, bronzed like....a goddess.

I told her I was glad that she was here, that she had pursued me. She smiled and said she was glad too. I asked her if there was anything I could get her and just then the phone rang. We both stood there stunned, like a deer caught in headlights. After 4 rings the service picked up and we both heard Grahams voice on the machine. He was inebriated and looking for Kay. Wondering if I had seen her. Then he says, he is really not interested in her anyway, he thinks she is probably one of my gang. We both laughed at his reference, everybody belonging to some gang.

I said, "Hmmmm, whatever gave him that idea?" And with that, I took hold of her hand and led her into my bedroom.

I turned the rheostat a half notch and set the mood in the room. Soft low lighting. The sultry notes of Stan Getz' sax wafted in from the stereo in the other room. She said she liked the sound. And then she laid down on her stomach with her ass in the air inviting me.. I took the invite and got down onto the bed kneeling behind her, pushing myself into her. Grabbing her hips and moving into her like we were fucking. I could feel her pushing back into me.

She turned her head around and asked me if I ever strapped to which I said yes and then she asked if this was gonna be one of those times. I laughed and said it could be.

And then I bent down and bit her ass. She let out an OUCH and then a moan, and then a low laugh that sort of seized me and pulled me into her. I reached down under the bed and felt for the harness as she reared bucking into me. I caught her with my right hand and pulled up between her legs. She was wet, like a puddle had formed under her and my hand came away dripping. I rubbed my fingers together in the sticky heat and at once was driven with a passion that knew no bounds.

I stepped into the harness and adjusted the straps and then put the phallic toy in place. I took some of her moisture from her pussy and started to lube the head, when she turned around again and said "O. MY, Please put that right here" and with that she grabbed her ass and pulled it apart.

It was intense, my wanting to, she begging me to...slowly I pushed the rubber head in to puckered brown pearl, waiting for her to move against me. And when she did, the power overtook me. Slowly I drove into her, each time going deeper into her lust, each time driving harder into her spirit. And with each stroke, she begged me for more. I fondled her breasts, tweaking the nipples until they stood rigid and taut in my palms. I felt as my thighs slammed up against her ass with increasing spasmodic tempo. I heard her calling my name over and over, telling me I was her daddy, telling me she loved the way I moved.

With my right hand I reached for her throbbing clit, it too had reached for the sky, straining to meet my eager fingers. I flicked it back and forth a few times when I heard her screaming my name. She said she was gonna cum, and I quickened my pace, slamming into her and flicking her marvelous sex. She let out a shrill scream and bucked hard into me, flooding my hand with each jerk. Then she pushed me from her and turned to kiss my mouth. She seemed so erratic, flitting about, wanting to kiss me, bite me. She cried she never had it so good. I pushed her onto her back and brought her knees up around my ears and I gently started to lick her sex. she said it was too sensitive and I told her to relax. She did and slowly I brought her up again with my clever tongue. Holding her clit between teeth and flicking just softly across the tip, running my tongue into her wet pussy and then back up to her clit and then back down inside her opening, over and over drenching her.

My own clit dancing on its own, waves building peaks inside of me. I was holding back waiting for her to rise again when she all of a sudden starts to buck wildly again, almost choking me with her legs wrapped around my face. She arches and pours sweet, flooding my mouth and bed. I have to pull her legs apart to breathe and then I continue to lick up all of her sweet juices. Then she pulled me up to lay alongside of her. I wrapped my arm around her neck and pulled her close to me. I was breathing the same breath as she...my heart racing in time with hers...our legs wrapped tightly in each others. I asked her, "So, how come u wanted to meet me?"

The faint sound of her purring snore was my answer. I kissed her lips again and slept with her...the questions could wait until the morrow.....by carol marie

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Laura and Lisa

I trudged into the park, carrying a picnic basket while my husband carried the cooler. I was not real happy to be here today. This was a company picnic. My husband is the Manager of the Electrical Supply firm hosting the picnic, so my presence was required, albeit mandatory. The start time was posted for Noon, it was now 11:45 and many couples were entering with us. Children and a few pets were running around in the park in anticipation of the fun.

I only knew the few couples that had been to our home and that I had met at Christmas parties etc. most of these folks were strangers to me. The fire was already going in the grill. I was subjected to countless introductions, with endless names I would never remember. As the hamburgers and hot dogs were put on the grill, not a few cans appeared, with sponge covers to keep them cool. The sponge covers were really there to hide the beer, masquerading as a soft drink. Alcohol wasn't allowed in a public park.

The food was cooked and served as my husband and I went from group to group meeting more endless families, all of whom worked for him. As the food disappeared, the volley ball nets were put up, the horseshoe courts were measured off, along with the badminton courts, and part of the area became a baseball field, with paper bags weighted down by rocks serving as bases. Some of the younger folks began to drift toward the spring fed lake, which was only a few degrees above freezing.

I sat alone at one of the picnic tables, sipping a Diet Pepsi, with a sponge cover. Well someone had to be drinking soft drinks, or the guys' plan would not work. A very pretty blonde woman, who shook my hand and introduced herself as Lisa, joined me. She asked if I minded, I said "Of course not".

Lisa and I sat at the picnic table almost giggling like school girls at the guys doing their macho thing, trying to be the star of the volley ball team. At the horseshoe court, points brought shouts, the every now and then occasional ringer, brought forth little boy screams.

We chatted trying to get to know each other then we found out that we had both graduated from FSU. She had graduated three years ahead of me. In a school with 24,000 students, it's difficult to know the kids in your own class, much less students three years ahead. If we had ever met at school, neither of us remembered it.

Lisa had a 7-year-old daughter and a 5-year-old boy. Both of them were at the lake with their Aunt, Lisa's husband's sister. Lisa went to the cooler and came back, sliding a sponge cover over a can of Budweiser beer. She sat down and smiled at me. "See, Diet Pepsi, just like yours".

I smiled back at her, she had a pretty smile, with beautiful white straight teeth. We talked about so many things; teachers we both knew, courses that were so hard, football games and the after parties, and the after-after parties. I got the feeling that Lisa loved those parties.

She talked about her children and how they had changed her and her husband's life style. Then she looked at me and said, "You don't have any, do you"?

I looked into the shining blue eyes of this beautiful blonde woman and I said, "No". I couldn't tell her the other part about how, we never could, because my husband had a vasectomy. Or how after a bi-sexual affair with my roommate in college, that triggered the most intense orgasms I'd ever had, my sex life had gone down to meaningless, once in awhile, intercourse, that left me hanging and unfulfilled. I couldn't tell her that the best sex I was having was masturbation, which was very frequent. I felt like the "No", really didn't cut it, so I added, "I think my sex life was better in college".

Lisa smiled and put her hand on my arm, then she whispered in my ear, "So was mine, I had a girlfriend".

I think Lisa was stunned by my reaction to this. A smile was spreading across my face. "Lisa, so did I".

Now we were looking at each other in a totally new way. She looked at me smiling, "Really". Now we were engrossed in each other, not any part of all the noise around us.

I said, "Lisa would you like to take a walk with me"?

She smiled and said, "Yes I would". With that we got up from the picnic table and walked away from the noise and hullabaloo of the games. We were two bi-sexual women who had found each other. We strolled casually toward a quiet area, talking. We had both had sex with our roommates, the only difference was that Lisa had started in her sophomore year, I didn't start until I was a senior.

We walked and talked about our sex lives, Lisa was also masturbating because she missed the warmth and passion of sex with another female. She referred to her sex life as a void that needed filling, I liked to call it an itch that needed to be scratched.

We stepped into a stand of pine trees. Very much alone, in a crowded public park. I put my hands on her hips. "You are very beautiful Lisa".

She looked back at me smiling, "Thank you, I think you are pretty too, Laura".

Then we kissed, just touching our lips gently together at first. Then the fervor increased and our tongues were in each other's mouths. Lisa was squeezing my breasts. I was caressing and squeezing her ass. We stayed in the tree stand for about 20-30 minutes kissing and fondling each other. We were afraid to go any further in this public place.

Lisa had her arms around my neck, rubbing her full lips softly against mine. "Laura, my panties are all wet". We were both wearing shorts, hers were white, and mine were yellow.

I smiled but I didn't want her to move her lips away from me, "So are mine, when we go back we'll go down by the lake and make sure we get wet".

She was close to me and moving, our breasts were rubbing together, "You are so clever, I am really going to enjoy having my face in your wet pussy, it's been so long".

On the walk back we tried to stay apart but kept bumping together. We settled on meeting each other on the Saturday of Labor Day weekend. My husband was scheduled to be out of town and wouldn't be back until Sunday. Lisa's husband had a fishing trip planned and Lisa was sure she could get her husband's sister to take care of the children for her. Since we lived almost 35 miles apart we were going to meet in a town close to half way.

I stopped at our cooler and picked up 2 six packs of Diet Pepsi which we both carried in front of us to hide the wet stains on our shorts as we walked to the lake.

I was enjoying the A/C in the car on this rather muggy day in Florida. I didn't know if Lisa was here because I didn't know what kind of car she was driving. We had agreed to meet for lunch at 1 PM, it was now 12:40. I walked past the entrance to the restaurant and walked into the office. A young girl, barely out of her teens was behind the counter.

"May I help you"?

"Yes, my sister and I were driving through but we've decided to stay the night here, can I have a room".

"You are lucky, we have a pretty full house for the weekend but we still have a few available". She slid a form at me. "Please fill this out for me".

I was busy filling out the form when the young girl dropped two keys in front of me.

"I'm sorry but all I have left is 2 rooms and both have only the one bed, it's Queen size, will that be alright"?

She put the price on the form and I reached for my wallet to pay her. "That will be just fine, thank you, we slept in the same bed when we were girls, I guess we still can".

I was putting away the change from a $50 and a $20 as I walked out. $61.43 with tax, rooms were getting expensive, or maybe the tourist season was starting a bit early, or maybe they just jack up the prices for the Labor Day weekend.

The lunchroom was not too crowded and Lisa was already there. I walked past the waitress coming toward me with a menu, I pointed to Lisa indicating I was going to join her.

The pretty blonde looking glowing. She had a very wide smile for me, and stood as I approached, she was wearing black shorts, a purple top with black edging on the neckline and sleeves. It occurred to me how we think alike, I was also wearing shorts, white with a black top. It is still pretty warm in Florida, in September.

She reached out for me and we hugged and kissed. It had been almost a month and a half since our meeting at the company picnic. She was even more beautiful than I remembered her.

"Oh Laura, I'm so excited about this, you don't know how much I've been looking forward to this".

"So have I honey". I patted her hand as the waitress laid down two bundles of silverware wrapped in paper napkins and 2 menus. We were talking in whispers and putting our legs together under the table so not to attract the attention of the 3 matronly women a short distance away.

Lisa was winking at me over the menu as she whispered, "I can't eat a thing, I would choke on food."

"Why don't we get a cold drink and some Jell-O, or yogurt, we can handle that, I'm not very hungry either."

The waitress came back and we both ordered iced tea. I ordered Jell-O and Lisa ordered butterscotch pudding. When the waitress left I reached into my purse and handed a key to Lisa.

"Look what I have".

She took it from me and smiled, "You already have a room for us, you are a doll".

We ate quickly, drank our tea and left. It was just a short walk to our room from the restaurant. I turned the key in the door and let Lisa walk in ahead of me. The A/C was on full force, it was almost cold in the room. I reached over and turned the thermostat down, the fan stayed on but I heard the larger motor stop.

Lisa was looking at me and I at her. It was like this was where we both wanted to be, but we're just not sure how to start. I walked to her and put my arms around her pretty neck.

"Hey sexy, we've both had kind of a long drive, why don't we jump into the shower".

Lisa smiled at me, then she kissed me lightly, "Why don't we just do that, good idea".

The shower thing was a good idea, a great way to break the ice. After we kicked off our shoes we only had 4 articles of clothing each, shorts, tops, panties and bra. Lisa was naked first and she ran the water in the shower. I stepped in behind her, she liked it hotter than I did, but whatever.

Lisa was a real blonde. She had just a small patch of trimmed hair around her mound and it was yellow, like her hair. I on the other hand have very dark brown, almost black hair, and when I stopped shaving I created a small triangular jungle that looked like a large apostrophe pointing to my pussy.

In the shower we were holding each other while the hot water sprayed on our naked bodies. Lisa was kissing me and I could feel her breasts and her mound moving against mine. She felt so soft and lovable. Her tits were large than mine and hung a bit lower. She reached down and cupped hers and rubbed her nipple against mine. Oh this was going to be some day.

We were soaping each other with those little bars of soap they have in Motels. And we did each other, very well, all over. Lisa had the soap in her hand and was rubbing my pussy lips. My clit is several sizes larger than average, and began to pop out from under the little hood it usually hides under.

"Oh Laura, what is this I have here"?

I smiled at her, "Whatever you have honey it's all yours".

Lisa leaned over to look, "Wow, I've never seen one that large before -- I love it".

With that Lisa knelt down in the shower in front of me and began to play and suck my clit. The water was spraying on her face and hair but she didn't seem to mind. It had been so long for me. This was something my husband didn't do well and usually didn't do at all. Her one hand was playing with the cheeks of my ass, the other was circling my love hole, and her lips were full on my enlarged clit, sucking hard.

She was looking up at me, her eyes were laughing. She pulled away slightly her tongue was still licking the clit, "Laura that's like sucking a little baby's cock".

She was making me cumm and I wanted to reciprocate. "Lisa, let's get out of here and get into the sack".

She stood up and kissed me, she was all lips and tongue. "Yeah, let's do that".

We toweled, sort of, and landed in the big bed on top of the spread in a tangle of lips, tongues, tits and pussies all clawing for stimulation and relief. We were in the abbreviated 69 sucking each other's nipples as our hands aroused each other's pussies. We could wait no longer as we slid into the full 69 position. I felt Lisa's fingers spreading my lips apart and she was sucking and biting my clit, her lovely fingers sliding inside my hot pussy.

I ran my tongue up and down her slit, my fingers rolled on her clit as my tongue and my lips delved inside her hot wetness. I was coming. A wave of ecstasy passed over me. My body was jerking in passionate spasms, I wanted to scream with joy but I knew I couldn't do that. Instead I gritted my teeth and a series of gulping moans escaped my lips.

Now Lisa was coming too. She was moaning and her body was jerking in enthusiastic rhythm with my tongue. I wanted to make her scream with delight, I wanted to taste the sweet nectar of her orgasm. She stopped licking me and she was squeezing my legs. I knew she was in orgasmic ecstasy. This pretty young blonde was having an intense orgasm, and loving every minute of it.

We were tired and out of breath. We cuddled each other and we kissed and fondled each other. Then we were back together in frenzied sexual activity with each other. Then we rested and snuggled. And on and on, over and over. Two bi-sexual women, deprived for years of the wonderful bliss that one woman can give to another, as only another woman can.

Bi-sexual women do not "love" each other as lesbians do. Bi-sexual women are only looking for that sexual peak, which they can only get from other females. But on that day I loved Lisa. It is very difficult not to love someone who has brought you to the zenith of sexual fulfillment. I could not count how many orgasms I had that day. Each of them was an intense experience in ecstatic rapture. On many occasions I have recalled all this in my mind as I pleasured myself to climax.

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Afternoon Delight

It was the occasion of Colin Wu's fortieth birthday, and it promised to be a really special event.

Vivienne Wu had spent weeks planning the surprise party to be held in Veronica's, Willow Lake's toniest restaurant. All the town's elite would be there, eager to celebrate with the popular couple.

She decided to take time to relax. Disrobing, she rummaged through the capacious closet adjoining her bedroom bath as warm water filled her claw-footed tub.

The cool air was delightfully refreshing against Vivienne's bareness. The roseate tips of her breasts stiffened slightly in response to the sudden change in temperature. It felt wonderful.

After a few moments' deliberation, she selected a lavender scented oil and poured a generous dollop into the swirling water. She deeply inhaled the fumes, sighing with satisfaction.

Vivienne settled into her spacious bath with a contented sigh. It was eleven o'clock in the morning; there would be more than six hours before the first guests arrived downtown. She could luxuriate in concupiscent leisure, anticipating the festivities as eagerly as any guest.

Relaxing in the comfort of the spa, Vivienne's hands roamed over her fine body. Not a little self-consciously, she was able to admire her own still-youthful figure. The fullness of her breasts and the flatness of her belly, fully nineteen years after childbirth belied her passion for hard exercise at every opportunity, not the cosmetic enhancements favored by so many of her neighbors.

Vivienne let her head rest on the edge of the tub. Eyes closed, she let her fingers idly toy with a nipple that begged for attention, and the warming cleft between her legs...

Rising to a half-kneeling position, she generously soaped herself and rubbed both cheeks of her bottom in rich fragrant lather.

She considered the festive nature of the anniversary (and her own now-aroused condition) and impulsively decided to secure the secrecy of that night's get-together with another special present for Colin, one guaranteed to take him off guard and put him at ease. And it would most certainly relax her into the bargain.

Vivienne got up quickly. Rapidly drying herself, she padded barefoot to the kitchen.

Still nude, she made a picnic hamper of grapes, pate de foie gras, a baguette, caviar, strawberries and a split of champagne. Her eye fell on the drawer where the bags and foil resided.

Taking a carton, she made some quick passes over her torso. The clear plastic flattened her breasts and matted down her thick black bush, already fluffy after drying in the air for a few minutes. It clung tightly to her, accentuating her curves, flattering while concealing nothing.

Vivienne drew on a pair of silk stockings and her very sexiest shiny black Italian heels, trimmed with thin golden bands. Preparations complete, she threw on her fur. It covered her to mid-thigh, so her secret was safe so long as she stood up straight. But the knowledge that she was naked to the world under her coat excited her, and her pussy tingled and moistened with each step she took.

Placing the basket into her convertible, she roared off to Colin's office for a little romantic luncheon. A soft smile played over her lips, as her nipples burned for her husband's touch. Dessert would most certainly be the high point of this particular little picnic.

Vivienne wondered if she should see her husband in the parking lot if she could contain herself, or if she'd pounce on him then and there. She decided to wait and see what developed.

Heather Fahey, Colin Wu's ebullient receptionist and Girl Friday of three years, was industriously organizing her electronic files and deleting unused files at her workstation. Efficient and smart, the twenty-five year old dearly loved her work and adored her employer and his family.

The Wus had invited her to their home many times for dinner, and considered her one of the family. More than once, Vivienne and Colin had arranged for the occasional eligible bachelor or two to be present during Heather's visits, but not one had ever left with her telephone number.

When pressed, she'd always dismiss the discussion with an airy wave of her hand and a light laugh that she'd await "the right one."

Heather did have her work and career to occupy her, for now. Her spare time was spent at the gym, or reading, or at night school. Sometimes her self-imposed dedication made demands on her body and mind, and it was increasingly difficult for her to sublimate the natural pressures of biology by again redoubling her relentless efforts at industrious self-improvement...

Still smiling to herself, Vivienne swept into the tastefully appointed foyer of her husband's offices. The furnishings were elegantly simple, their quiet appearance providing an ambience of tranquil professionalism. Vivienne smiled warmly as she saw Heather.

Her emerald green eyes, framed by stylish chestnut brown bangs, twinkled and sparkled as always. And her dress was typically impeccable, like Heather sensible, attractive and perfectly at ease. Vivienne liked her pert attractiveness and always agreeable disposition.

Vivienne was always impressed by her consistent enthusiasm and bubbly personality. That dazzling smile was infectious, and Heather's omnipresent laugh was never long in coming.

"Hi, Mrs. Wu!" Heather swivelled in her seat and cheerfully greeted Vivienne. Colin's secretary's features lit up at the sight of her employer's wife, then abruptly clouded. "I hope everything's all right."

"Just fine, Heather. I just thought I'd surprise Colin for lunch. We're still on for tonight, right?" Winking, Vivienne reached for the door to his office.

Heather smiled in relief, then again frowned. She twisted a lock of hair in sudden agitation.

"Oh, but Mr. Wu had an old college friend drop by unexpectedly and he took him to the club. I'm so sorry."

Now it was Vivienne's turn to look crestfallen.

All the way to his office, she'd been looking forward to making passionate love to Colin (on his desk!), and it looked as if her plans would be frustrated until late that night, possibly early the next morning.

Momentarily distracted by her disappointment and horniness, Vivienne absent-mindedly set down the hamper on the coffee table and sagged into the brown leather sofa.

She was reminded of her state of undress when she followed Heather's frank stare at her unclothed bottom.

Reddening to the roots of her hair, she hurriedly rose to leave.

Heather, meanwhile, had suddenly come to appreciate Vivienne's beauty in a new way, and was mutely dry-mouthed.

"Well, I've taken up enough of your time, Heather..." Vivienne stammered.

Heather continued to gaze fixedly at Vivienne's sex, as though she could see through the glossy black coat. She swallowed with an effort.

"Um, Mrs. Wu?" Heather licked her lips, unsure of what to say or do but conscious of a sort of trickling warmth emanating from between her legs, even as her nipples began to harden.

"What is it, Heather?" asked the flustered Vivienne, nervously mindful of the focus of Heather's interest.

"Er, I...that is, mmm...I...seem to be...free for lunch...myself..."

She raised her vision to shyly look into Vivienne's own brown eyes.

Vivienne stood stock still for a moment, lips half-parted with shock. Her ivory teeth pensively closed on the edge of her lips. She took careful assessment of Heather.

Both women were now freely blushing from combined arousal and nervousness. Vivienne felt the condensation from her saran-shrouded body tickling her, making her even more attentive to Heather's sudden interest. The familiar tingling within her thighs was building and the air was pregnant with electricity.

"I wouldn't like to impose on you Heather..."

"It's no bother all, Mrs. Wu!" Heather put in.A smile crooked Vivienne's cheek.

"If you're sure?"

"Very!" Heather assured her.

"All right, then." Vivienne thought for a moment. "Be a dear and take my coat?" she asked coquettishly.

Heather came around the receptionist's station and, from behind Vivienne, placed her hands on the lapels of the fur. She involuntarily gasped when the coat slid off Vivienne's bare shoulders, and took a sharp breath when she saw how her boss's wife was attired.

"Love your outfit, Mrs. Wu!" Heather enthused.

"This old thing?" Vivienne blushed as much with pleasure from Heather's brazen look as her lfirting. Heather's sincere manner, even with more than a hint of irony, put her at complete ease.

Heather took the coat and thoughtlessly tossed it aside like a sack of trash, never taking her eyes from Vivienne's revealed form. Neither woman took notice of the abandoned fur.

"It suits you. Very...flattering."

Vivienne ran her hands along her body, down her flanks.

"Really?"

Heather blinked, nodded.

Vivienne drew closer to Heather. Face to face, lips almost touching, she lowered her voice to a smoldering whisper.

"Maybe you'd like to try it on. For size."

She began to unbutton Heather's blouse as she bent to those pliant lips.

"Mmm. Then maybe I'd better get out of these things..."

Moaning softly, they embraced as they exchanged a deep, burning kiss. Tongues danced, first probing then caressing.

Their mouths fused together as both pairs of hands freed Heather from her clothing.

Lips still clinging to each other, hungrily sucking on one another's pulsing tongues, they stripped the plastic from Vivienne.

Vivienne caught a brief glimpse of a lacy push-up brassiere and a very sexy matching white thong from the corner of her half-closd eyes. Then both women were gloriously naked, hands exploring as tongues continued to flirt and tease.

She revelled in the sensation of soft skin and hard nipples, of silken hair and furry muff.

The heavy perfume of aroused woman-scent hung in the air, like the inviting aroma of the rarest viands of a gourmet feast.

An alabaster shoulder invited a caress, then the sexy cheek of Heather's bottom attracted Vivienne's palm. Her head was filled with Heather's scent and she gently nuzzled the girl's collarbone with her nose.

Her hands were drawn everywhere at once, in a thousand directions. Vivienne was in an ecstasy of indecision, as to where next to pay homage to the girl's marvels. Her fingers combed slowly through silky brown hair, delighting in the smoothness of hair so similir to, yet so subtly unlike her own black locks.

"Mmmm..." Vivienne broke the kiss slowly, eyes rolled in licentious abandon. Inspiration struck her.

"Heather, be a darling and please get my coat."

"You- you're not thinking of leaving before we've eaten?" Heather panted.

Saying nothing, Vivienne merely replied with another searing kiss.

Heather looked about, wild-eyed and ruddy-faced.

Mouth hungrily agape, she spotted the abandoned fur and crawled over to it, as that seemed to her lust-addled brain the quickest way to return to Vivienne's addictive kisses. All but drooling, she scooped up the coat and, still on her knees, presented it to Vivienne.

"Thank you, dear." Vivienne brushed Heather's cheek with her lips and was rewarded with the sight of fresh gooseflesh adoring her arms, a sure sign of her mounting excitement.

Vivienne spread the rich fur, lining side down, on the thickly piled carpet. She guided the obedient secretary to the soft black wilderness of lush coat and was pleased to see her newfound lover squirm with pleasure at the sensation.

"Ooh...Mrs. Wu..." Heather almost fainted with delight.

They returned to the easy pace of their unhurried lovemaking. Resuming their passionate oral explorations, their fingers roved as of their own volition.

Vivienne felt Heather squirm and thrust her hips, her feverish body twitching and spasming with each touch. She was as gratified at the girl's responsiveness as with her own unexpected prowess as a lover.

She bent her head to devote more attention to Heather's magnificent breasts. Vivienne unpinned her shoulder-length hair and let it fall down along her face. She used her head like a broom, letting the hair trail across those flawless tits.

Vivienne's middle finger slipped easily into Heather's steaming hot slit and she felt her writhe beneath her head.

The tickling sensation from Vivienne's tresses was driving Heather wild. She felt more alive than she'd ever imagined possible and she wanted more of Vivienne's sensational lovemaking. Bent over backwards at the knees, she felt her own body respond to the wonderful stimulation and it drove her wild.

When Vivienne slipped her slick finger from her, she shuddered. Then she shook all over as those still-slippery fingers deliberately took her left nipple between them and rolled it until she thought she'd go out of her mind. Vivienne's hot mouth at her right breast was all the additional attention she needed to bring her off.

Vivienne's other hand clutched at Heather's bottom as she felt her cheeks clench and rise with her spectacular orgasm.

The waves of pleasure washed over her helpless form and Heather dropped flat on her back, exhausted.

The sight of the recumbent secretary, hair all askew and one arm thrown up on the floor above her head was an erotic symphony to Vivienne's appreciative eye, and she drank the sexy vision in with great satisfaction.

Heather slowly sat up.

Vivienne admired how her abdominal muscles visibly bulged and contracted as her upper body effortlessly lifted from the fur.

"Something I've always wanted to try..." Heather whispered.

She shifted the willing Vivienne onto her back. Now it was Vivienne's turn to enjoy the heat of the naked fur on herback, tickling and stimulating her even as Heather felt her all over.

Her head fell back onto the coat, and she watched Heather part her legs. Soft hands stroked her thighs, then her calves.

Fascinated, Vivienne stared as Heather lavished attention on her perfect legs, then her dainty feet. Then she began to moan involuntarily as she watched Heather take her left foot in both hands and guide those toes into her hot mouth.

The feeling was indescribably overwhelming. The moist heat from Heather's tongue, the sensuous suckling and the low deep groans coming from deep in the girl's chest...Vivienne sighed deeply.

She cried out as Heather traced one hand blindly along her leg, seemingly languidly but deliberately to the source of those aphrodisiac musks perfuming the office with the unmistakeable scent of sex.

Heather licked and sucked in earnest now, as her fingers dipped and thrust and diddled and tweaked. She found Vivienne's erect clitoris and pinched it, as she took the big toe into her mouth and drew powerfully on it.

"Unh!" Vivienne grunted aloud as her quivering pussy spewed hot cum all over Heather's hand. Her body twitched spastically and she threw back her head as her back arced of its own accord, thighs clamped against Heather's still busy finger...

Her disbelieving eyes clung to Heather as she saw the girl bring her hand to her mouth to savor the rewards of her labors. The whites of Heather's eyes showed under fluttering lids as she licked the fragrant cream from her fingers.

"Well, shall we see what else we have to...eat?"

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People Watching

I love looking at people. Women specifically. Those curves, voluptuous women flesh. I met my friend at the local lesbian dance club...you know, the driving beat high-tech shit they do to every song banging in the background and women of every persuasion, moving to the beat ....mmmm. I love to dance and asked this curvy young chick with her exposed generous cleavage bouncing much to my delight as she moved in front of me. I tried not to gawk but it is hard not to when they are so big and covered by a piece of lacy lingerie.

My friend was watching and smiling as I lost myself in the bouncing breasts of my dance partner~Jennifer, probably 20 yrs my junior. (I'm 42.) I went back to my drink after thanking her for the sexy dance. Stacy my friend pointed out the sweet young asian chick that had caught her eye. We watched the beautiful women and Stacy drooled over her dream girl telling me "I'd lick her toes" . There was this couple that caught my attention. A beautiful blond woman, about 23 or so and tall and trim with her sexy flat belly showing. She had this seductive intense look in her eyes that said 'fuck me' and drew me in to watch. Her dance partner was about the same age, short brown hair, beautiful eyes and little make up on her soft butch look.

She didn't exude raw sex like the other dancer but was so perfectly responsive it turned me on. They moved towards each other so slowly, shoulders rotating, slipping a thigh between those tight thighs of the blond & making contact...ooohhh. They each held onto the bars of the cage they danced in and moved perfectly against each other. Never really touching except when they took turns wrapping their legs around each other and I could imagine a double headed dildo shoved into each of their tight pussies as they ground against each other and make me catch my breath. Stacy & I went onto the dance floor to get closer to the live porn in the cage. I danced her over to the asian chick.

And I watched these two hot women turning each other and me on. I loved it when the blond was bent over in the fuck my ass pose in front of the brunette shaking her ass hard against her. Her beautiful hair flailed around as the brunette held on and simulated a thorough fucking. I touched myself a little more as I danced & watched. I looked across at Stacy who was taking in my dance moves. There were two women about 25 each, one supposedly straight & the other flashing us her tits~pretty ones~squeezing them as she invited the 'straight' girl to suck them.I looked over at a straight couple, it always pisses me off to see men in a lesbian club~but I'm working on it. He wasn't anything to look at and she was rather plump but pretty, eyeing the caged dancers as he fingered her pussy thru her slacks. I watched them kiss as he slid his fingers up & down her slit. She kept her legs apart for his access (and my viewing pleasure). I saw them fuck tongues as he pushed harder at her crotch. The girls in the cage got my attention as the blond went on her knees & put her face up against her brunette friend & shook her head back & forth. The brunette rolled her eyes and dropped her head back and opened up, shaking & writhing on stage for us all to see. It was so fucking hot. I wanted to touch.

As Stacy turned I slid my hands along her side, dancing against her firm young body...mmm. We were interrupted by this absolutely beautiful couple. A gorgeous red head with tits that jutted way out and bounced so delightfully and her short haired friend in a tube top. They moved so closely together, rubbing hard thigh to pussy and pussy to thigh as they pressed their tits together, mashing them back & forth. I caught my breath as Stacy said "Oh my..." They moved sensuously together, squeezing each others ass cheeks and giving little slaps. I got so hot watching those large breasts move against the tube topped titties. Both sets of nipples were so hard.

They kissed so sexy without ever touching lips, just so close and flicking tongues teasing those of us watching. That is when their short adorable friend~the girlfriend of the tube top chick said "They're sisters!" I watched as the sisters rubbed each others tits and asses and acted as though they were kissing and nibbling each others breasts. ....it blew my mind. Incest never looked so good. I went for my last drink and a trip to the john when then door opened and my young dance partner with all that bouncing cleavage invited me in with her. For a private dance. I sipped my drink and set it on the sink as she danced towards me, shaking her tits as she took my hand.

She sat me on the commode and straddled my lap, wrapping her arms around me as I buried my face in her healthy cleavage, licking and kissing and smelling her young flesh. I held on to her ribcage as I jiggled my face back & forth over them, searching for her nipples tucked inside that camisole. She started grinding against me as she said "yes oh god yesss, suck me bite me...yessss" In one swift movement she pulled her little top off and unleashed those bouncing beauties as she screwed me hard. I took a hard pink nipple in my mouth and sucked as I held her ass in my hands and pushed her harder against me. She came shaking and talking dirty to me as I sucked her nipples and we crashed our pussies together.

I reluctantly let go of her ass to tweak & tease her titties, pinching and rubbing my thumbs across her nipples. And then I whispered to her to bend over. "I have to taste you." She drops her jeans & turns that ass in my face bending at the waist and pulling her cheeks apart. Oooooooohhhhh....so pretty. I lean forward & take a deep breath of her scent, aaahhhhh. My mouth eagerly goes to work licking and sucking her sweet honey, probing every crevice and fold of her hot cunt and that ass. She bends further over pushing her pussy out to my lips. I rub my face all over her cunt, sucking & licking and sliding my fingers in her slick wetness, and into her tight pussy...so hot, feels so good.

I pull out and push back in and start to fuck her juicy cunt as I lick her ass. She gets looser and swings that ass up & down and back & forth, saying "fuck me, fuck me" I plunge into her harder & faster, nibbling her ass cheeks and tonguing that tight little hole. She creams as I push my thumb up her ass. Her pussy so wet, my fingers sliding in her gushing juices. I pull out and fix my lips to her hot cunt and suck her juices, pulling her lips between mine, sucking her little clit and tonguing her sopping hole. She makes cute little mewing sounds as I sucked her wet & dry & wet again. I squeezed those big titties hard and went back out to the dance floor to watch somemore.

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Different Scenery

"I was working at the club in 1995, Sunday was the night that the gay crowd came alive, See, I would carry ice And the crowd was just so nice That my phobia drowned While I was getting down. I met the finest girl of my life, that night, at Gay Night."

Not my words, alas, but they may as well have been. I was working at a nightclub in the mid-nineties, paying my way through Art College. Every Sunday, indeed, the night was given over to the gays. At first, I don't mind admitting, I wasn't entirely happy about this. I hadn't exactly had much contact with gays up to this point, and it was easy to form opinions and prejudices based on little more than gossip. I was straight as an arrow, and I wondered what would happen - what if women tried to hit on me? What if people thought I was gay?

But the first Sunday I worked, my opinions were changed. It was such an easygoing night - there was no agro, none of the trouble you get when straights get together. No fights, no hassle, just lots of dancing. A really relaxed, mixed crowd. And most of the staff were straight anyway, so there was no reason that anyone would jump to conclusions about me. I was in a relationship at the time. Tom and I got on well, we had a good time and I liked him a lot, but I was never going to end up married to him. I was young, and I liked my freedom too much. I think he felt the same, so we just played it by ear.

On the fourth Sunday I worked, though, I got the shock of my life. I was serving drinks as usual, and a woman came up to the bar. I wondered in that instant what happened to me. She was truly stunning, and at first I thought I was just looking at her in platonic admiration, the way women frequently see other beautiful women. I took her order, and I remember wondering why someone so attractive was ordering just the one drink. Surely she of all people would have someone to drink with. As I gave her her change, she gave me a wink and turned around. As she walked away I gazed after her, trying to fathom what I was thinking. I couldn't possibly fancy her... could I? She had long chestnut hair and a fantastic figure, and the way she walked was sexy and confident. My eyes followed her across the room, then she disappeared into the crowd and someone else demanded drinks.

For the rest of the evening I found myself trying to catch a glimpse of her, though I was partially terrified that I would see her with another woman. I couldn't figure out what was going on in my head, but I knew that I wanted to see more of her. I didn't catch sight of her again though, and at the end of the night I left with a head full of thoughts that I couldn't comprehend.

As I had previously arranged, I went to Tom's place after work, though it was very late at night. He had already gone to bed, so I let myself in and undressed. As I did so I watched him sleep. I knew I liked him a lot, but this woman I had seen was causing me to wonder all sorts of things. I couldn't shake the image of her from my head. As I lay beside him trying to drop off, I kept trying to imagine myself with a woman. I had honestly never thought of it before, but I had felt the way my heart reacted when I watched her walk away and there had to be something in it. I had never had any doubts over my heterosexuality and this was so strange. I decided that it couldn't be anything and would probably not seem to matter in the morning. Whatever this was that had taken a hold of me, I would sleep it off.

The following day, and indeed for all the next week, the woman didn't really play on my thoughts. I pushed her to the back of my mind and got on with life as usual. There was no need to dwell on it. When Sunday came around again I had all but forgotten about it. I worked my shift at the bar as usual, and chatted away to some of the customers as I normally did. The evening wore on, and the thoughts that had plagued me the previous week were nowhere. Everything felt fine... until she approached the bar again.

Immediately all my confusion came flooding back. She was looking even more spectacular than before, if that were possible. She came right up to me, and ordered a cocktail. I prepared it, constantly glancing over my shoulder at her. She was looking back at me, and I couldn't decide what to make of her expression. It wasn't the way guys look at you when they're interested, it was more subtle than that, and not being used to this situation I didn't know how to read it.

When I took her back her drink, I was about to tell her the cost, but she broke in before I had a chance. "And whatever you'd like, too."

I smiled, trying to keep my cool. "That's very kind of you." "Oh, it's my pleasure," she replied, and I thought I detected an emphasis on the last word. "I'm Kim, what's your name?" "Jenny," I answered nervously. "Pretty name," she said, "suits you." I blushed at the compliment, and then in a moment of boldness said "Your cocktail is on the house."

Kim smiled at me in thanks, and all I could think about was the fact that I wanted this woman. She was quite something, and I didn't know what to do. I was sure that she was flirting with me, but again I realised that I had no frame of reference. Perhaps this was just how lesbians talked when they were being friendly. I had no clue, all I knew was how I felt - yet that too was very new and not something I was used to. I was thrown. "I'm sure I will see you soon," said Kim, before taking her drink and disappearing into the sea of people again. I hoped she was just off to join her friends. I wondered if she had a girlfriend in there somewhere and just indulged in a little light flirtation at the bar for the hell of it. I hoped not.

My heart was racing for quite a time after that, and whenever I had a chance I craned my head over those around me to try and see Kim, but I had no joy. She was truly elusive. Once again, at the end of the night I left the club with a head full of thoughts that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. As I fell into my bed (no Tom this time) I lay awake for a while, still unsure of what to make of it all.

That night, Kim was in my dreams. So was Tom. I was in a bare room with two doors. Through one door was a garden with a lawn and a little hedge. Tom was standing in the doorway. Kim stood in the other doorway, and beyond her was nothing but a fifty-foot drop into an ocean. Very odd.

The following week, I was looking for Kim. I had pretended everything was normal with Tom all week, though it had been a strain. I desperately needed to talk my feelings over with someone, but couldn't bring myself to admit it to anyone. Kim was there, she didn't disappoint me. It seemed to me that she made a point of ordering her drink from me, too. When I gave her the bottle she had requested she held my gaze for a couple of seconds, and it felt like far longer. Then she moved her head closer to mine and spoke into my ear.

"What time do you finish?" "At the end of the night," I replied, and Kim looked disappointed. Then I had a thought. "Hang on," I told her. I pulled one of my colleagues aside. "I'm really sorry to do this to you," I said, "but I feel really lousy and don't think I can stay here. Can you cover?" "Of course," he answered, "you get yourself home. Don't worry about it!"

I smiled my thanks, gestured to Kim that she should meet me outside, and collected my things from the room behind the bar. As I walked out into the crisp night air I wondered what on earth I was doing, but I knew that this was something I needed to do, to at least talk with Kim. Maybe she could help me make some sort of sense of what it was that I was feeling. She was waiting for me fifty yards down from the exit, and I walked up to her. She said a warm 'hi' and put an arm around my waist as she began to walk with me.

I pulled away when she did this, and she looked hurt. "I'm sorry," I explained, "but you have to understand, I don't know what this is about. This is all very strange to me."

"I see," she said, "what do you want to do?" "Just go somewhere and talk, I think. Is that okay?" "Alright. There's a park down here, we could go there for now." I wasn't too sure what she meant by 'for now', and no more words were said as we walked, a good foot away from each other, into the park. It was half past eleven, and the place was deserted. It was quite a warm night, and the moon was providing just enough light to get by with. Kim walked on a little ahead of me and sat herself down on the grass, leaning against a tree trunk. I could see her silhouette from where I was and I wondered what would become of me on this night. She was truly gorgeous, even in profile. I sat down beside her against the tree, and the silence remained intact for a little while still. She broke it. "I don't quite know what the problem is, but I'd like to help, if I can."

I considered my response for a second, and then decided that if anyone was likely to understand my dilemma, then Kim was. "I have a boyfriend," I said, "I'm straight... or I though I was, at any rate." "Go on," said Kim, interested. "I am really attracted to you, but I've never been in this position before. I've not been able to get you out of my head, but I don't know what to do."

"Well, if it's any help, you know I rather like you, at least what I've seen so far." I smiled, half blushing. Kim put her hand on mine, and this time I didn't pull away. "When I first realised I was a lesbian, it was a scary time for me," she told me, "and it took me a long time to get used to the idea. But I did, in the end, and it turned out well. So I guess I know what you're going through." "I thought you would," I said, relieved, "I just don't know what I should do next."

"Maybe I can help with that one," whispered Kim, and she leant towards me, very slowly. I knew that she was about to kiss me, and I was both terrified and desperately excited by the prospect. I found myself moving to meet her and our lips met in the most delicate of kisses. I felt her hand, so lightly, against my cheek, and I allowed the kiss to grow in passion. Kim's mouth opened and I slipped my tongue gently between her lips. She was much softer to kiss than a man was; there was nothing forceful in what she was doing.

Her tongue reciprocated mine, and her second hand was on the small of my back, pulling me closer to her. I pulled away for a second and looked into her eyes. I got nothing but sincerity, and in that moment I was sold. I flung my arms around her neck and we kissed again, more wildly this time. Kim was above me now; I was flat on my back on the slightly damp grass. We were kissing so passionately that it felt like we were melding into one another. I rolled her onto her back and broke off the kiss. She smiled at me and pushed my hair, which was hanging down, away from my face.

I wanted to say something, but no words could encompass the range of emotions I was going through. I felt exhilarated, delighted, scared, frantic with lust, and also guilty. It was almost too much to take in all at once. Kim pulled my head back down and again we were necking like a pair of schoolgirls. She intoxicated me, I couldn't get enough, and we kissed until our lips were sore.

"You know," said Kim between kisses, "we could continue this somewhere a little more comfortable. My place really isn't far." I was about to agree, but suddenly I thought of Tom. I knew I wanted Kim more strongly that I had ever wanted anything and it was almost painful to stop what was happening mid flow, but I couldn't do this behind his back. It wasn't fair; he'd done nothing to deserve it. I rolled away from Kim and lay on my back, looking at the stars. "What's wrong?" she asked, "Did I go to fast?" "No, it's not that," I said, "I just can't... not while I have a boyfriend. I don't cheat. I'm sorry." "What are you going to do?"

I raised myself up onto one arm and looked at Kim. "I just need a couple of days to sort things out. Can you wait?" "Of course, I understand. Do what you have to do, I'll be waiting." Kim walked me back to my flat. My flatmates had gone to bed by the time we arrived. I would have invited her in, but I didn't trust myself not to let things get out if hand. I was a girl of principles, after all. On the doorstep, I took Kim's face in my hands and kissed her once more, a long, lingering kiss. Her tongue was again deep in my mouth, still exploring this new territory. I savoured her, her smell, her taste, the texture of her skin. I took her phone number and promised to call very shortly.

I watched her walk away, and then shut the door and retired to my room. As I lay on my bed I could still feel her above me, the way she held me as we rolled on the dewy grass beneath that tree. I hugged my pillow to me, and thought about where this was leading. It was so new, but so very, very good.

I broke up with Tom the next day. I told him that I didn't feel things were working out between us and that we should see other people. He took it rather well, far better than I was expecting. I think he must have sensed that something was up, as he didn't seem particularly surprised. I didn't feel the need at this point to tell him, or anyone else for that matter, what was really going on. However ecstatic I might have been with my new found passion, I was nowhere near ready to announce it to the world.

On Tuesday evening, I called Kim. When she picked up the phone and I heard her voice again I could have died. Even her voice was delicious. "Well, I did it," I declared, happily, "I broke up with Tom. I'm a free woman." "Glad to hear it," replied Kim, "So when are you going to come over?"

"When do you want me?" God, that sounded suggestive. "You could come over tonight, if you want to." "You know I do. But are you sure you don't want to go and have a drink or something first?" "There'll be plenty of time for that later on." Then Kim told me where she lived, and I knew the street so I would have no problem getting there. She told me to come over as soon as I wanted to. "I'm on my way," I said, and we said goodbye. Now I was starting to feel a bit apprehensive. On Sunday, all we'd really done was kiss one another, and I knew how that went.

But tonight I was actually going to sleep with Kim. This would be interesting. I wondered what to expect. I really didn't know what two women did in bed at all; nevertheless, I very much wanted Kim to show me. But what if I was a disappointment to her? No, I thought, she knows I've not been with another woman. She'll expect me to need to learn the ropes first. I grabbed my jacket and headed out of the door, not bothering to change. It wasn't that I didn't want to look good - I did - but in my excitement it simply didn't occur to me. At least I had shaved my legs that morning, which was a stroke of luck - or perhaps I had anticipated this after all.

The walk to Kim's flat seemed to take an age, though in truth it was only about fifteen minutes. I realised that I hadn't told any of my flatmates where I was going, or even made anything up. I hoped that they wouldn't ask; though it didn't seem likely. Eventually I arrived outside Kim's building. It was a nice place, with four flats, each of a good size. I wondered what Kim did for a living to afford this, especially as she hadn't said anything about having flatmates. I pressed the buzzer outside and Kim answered quickly, inviting me straight up. She lived on the first - and indeed, top - floor. I went up, knocked on the door, and my heart was racing. After what felt like forever I heard someone unbolt the door from the inside, and it opened. Kim stood before me, looking as wonderful as ever, and my heart leapt.

My mouth was dry and I felt hot under the collar. "So," she said, with what I can only describe as a come-to-bed expression on her face, "would you like to come in?" I gulped. "Like you wouldn't believe," I just about managed to say. Kim opened the door wider so that I could get in, and I went past her into the hallway. As I did she pushed the door shut and got one arm around my waist from behind. She pulled me to her and I could feel her breasts against my back - her top was very tight. She began to kiss my neck and I felt weak at the knees. Her lips caressed the side of my neck so sensually, and I had to grab hold of a nearby doorframe just to keep standing. I had never felt quite like this.

Without my realising it, Kim got me pressed against a wall, and she pulled my jacket away from my body. Then she returned her attentions to my neck and also my earlobes and the tops of my shoulders, now exposed as I had on only a vest top under my jacket. I sighed with pleasure, and twisted myself around so that I was finally facing Kim. I wanted to see her; I wanted to be able to kiss her back. Without breaking away she took my lips with hers and we kissed as passionately as we had beneath the tree. Kim was pressed right up against me and her tongue was deep in my mouth, possessing me. Her hands were sneaking underneath the lower edge of my top, and the sensation of her fingertips on my skin was electric. I knew that, unlike the other night, there was nothing stopping us tonight. I was more excited than I could ever remember being, and my heart was absolutely pounding, but I was scared too. It was all so new, yet it felt so natural for me.

I wanted to touch Kim too, and slid a hand up the back of her top to feel the skin of her back. When I did this I felt her tense and then quickly relax - evidently it wasn't just me who was feeling the heat. Feeling bold, I moved my hand around so that it was first on her stomach, then I crept slowly upwards. When I got to her breast, Kim gasped quietly. What struck me first was how very hard her nipple was, and it sure as hell wasn't cold in here. I couldn't quite believe that I could be having this effect on her.

Kim suddenly took a step back from me, forcing me to pull my hand away. Without a word, and looking me right in the eyes, she lifted her top up over her head, and let it drop to the floor. I froze, both in wonder and in not knowing how best to proceed at this point. Her breasts were very inviting, and were larger than they had appeared in the top she had been wearing. Then Kim moved back to me, and took both of my hands in hers. She placed my hands over her breasts and threw her head back and sighed as I made contact.

This made me have a sudden rush of blood to the head and I pulled my own top off, exposing my breasts too. While not quite as well endowed as Kim, I had had my fair share of compliments about my chest in my time, and Kim seemed suitably impressed. When she ducked her head and took my left nipple in her mouth, I thought I was in heaven. Kim knew what she was doing, unlike many men I had been with who would paw hopelessly at me until they decided that was enough to keep me quiet.

No, Kim was both gentle and forceful, restrained and passionate, it was a wonderful combination. I felt her roll my hardened nipple around her tongue; she was skilled at this. Then she stood right up again, kissed me on the lips lightly, and beckoned me to follow her. I did so, and found myself in her bedroom. I was about to say that it was a nice room, but before I could get any words out Kim pushed me down on the bed and was on top of me and we were kissing again, in a frenzy of lust. I felt the way her breasts pressed down on mine, and decided that I could definitely live with this. As I kicked off my shoes, Kim started to run her tongue down my neck, then back up along my jaw, teasing my ear before heading back down the side of my neck to the valley between my breasts.

I felt Kim's hands meet at the zip of my jeans and as she feasted herself on my nipples she undid my jeans and began to push them down. Then she rolled beside me so that she could get them right off, before resuming. Now though, ever so slowly, it was apparent to me that Kim was heading downwards. This realisation gave me a palpitation and a feeling of intense nervousness. I knew what she was doing, I was powerless to stop her (not that I had any wish to do so) and I was aware that my breathing was a lot deeper and faster. As Kim's tongue brushed over my stomach I tensed up from the sensation. She was so good at what she was doing. She kissed as much of my skin as she could, every so often looking up to read my expression.

I still had my knickers on (and I was thanking Heaven that I had selected a good pair that morning - black silk and lace, since you ask), and Kim was at this stage showing no interest in removing them from me. Her lips ran around their edges, and I could feel how very wet I was becoming. I was sure she would be able to tell as well. Kim suddenly kissed directly over my pussy, with only the soft fabric separating her lips from me. This felt amazing, it was different, but the fact that all I could feel was the pressure of her lips heightened things in a way. I was going mad now, I was dying for her to touch me, and she knew it. However, Kim seemed determined to tease me. She lifted herself up and was alongside me again, grinning.

"How are you doing?" she asked, flippantly. I could barely manage an answer. She knew. Then she pulled my knickers down and off, positioned herself between my legs, and licked my aching pussy from top to bottom. My God! She was good at this, better than anyone else I'd come across. Her tongue darted just into my opening, and then ran around my clit. As Kim did this she let out a deep throated groan, the kind one makes when one is really enjoying a meal or the like, only more so. I realised I was thrusting down onto her mouth. This felt incredible! Looking down, all I could see were Kim's eyes and the bridge of her nose, the rest of her face was buried between my legs. She was giving me all she had, her licks were forceful and fast, but retained some of her delicacy still. Everything she did felt deliberate, as if she had worked out the exact way of getting the most reaction from me.

It was no good. I loved what she was doing and wanted to enjoy it forever, but when Kim made a seal around my clit with her lips and began to suck, I went over the edge. I threw my head back and wailed, but with delight. As I came, Kim alternated sucking on my clit, which was by now huge, and thrusting her tongue into me. Harder she worked me now, and I was in the grip of the orgasm of my life. I was writhing around so much that it was a miracle that Kim managed to hold on, but she did and didn't let up. I gripped her head with my hands and pulled her into me as much as I could, and so I rode the climax for as long as I possibly could. Alas, in the end my orgasm died away, and Kim, sensing this, ceased. I lay there, panting hard, and Kim shifted herself up to my level. I looked at her and smiled. "Wow." "You enjoyed that then?" she asked. "Oh my, if this is what it's like, then..." I trailed off. "This is just the start."

"I don't think that can be bettered." Kim kissed me, then stood up by the side of the bed. She took off her trousers, and her knickers with them, and stood before me. I looked on, wide-eyed. I couldn't deny it; I was massively attracted to her. To all of her, her face, her body, her... ahem... talents.

She lay back down beside me, and I nuzzled her neck and put an arm around her. I could feel her heartbeat, it was fast, and I realised that she would be wanting me to see to her. I wasn't sure what I should do. I wanted to lick her as she had done to me, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for that yet. I started kissing her neck where I lay, and I took one her breasts in my hand. I played with her nipple for a little while, circling it with my fingertips and feeling it grow harder.

I raised myself onto my elbow and caressed Kim's skin softly. My hand went up and down her stomach, occasionally brushing the top of her bush. At one point, feeling brave, I ran my fingers through the hair, but pulled back again when they hit the first traces of her wetness. It wasn't that I didn't want to go further, more that I didn't want to let her have too much too soon. After all, she had teased me, so I thought it was only fair that I do the same.

Kim's expression had changed. Previously there had been a look of quiet determination on her face, telling me that she was in charge, but as my fingers hit upon her wetness, she shut her eyes and her face read of complete submission to me. I wasn't sure what the next move should be, though, and when I stopped Kim was audible in her frustration. She looked up at me and saw that I was hesitant. "What's wrong, babe?" she asked. I didn't want to admit not knowing what I should do, but she seemed to guess anyway.

"Just go easy at first, whatever feels right," she instructed. This was ridiculous, I'd got myself off often enough but now, when it came to it, I was stalling. I knew, though, that I really wanted to please Kim. I swallowed, and slowly ran my hand between her legs. I could feel that she was very wet indeed, and I let my middle finger slide between the slick folds of her pussy. She reacted to me as I did this, her body writhed on the bed and she let out a deep sigh.

My finger glided upwards, where I came across Kim's clit, which was extremely hard. When I realised that this was my effect I felt delirious, and more confident. I moved the same finger downwards, and came to her opening. I slid the fingertip in, and Kim moaned, but I then moved back upwards, I was playing her now. "Christ," murmured Kim, "that feels so good." Her encouragement spurred me on and I began to rub her with two fingers now. I took her clit between them and squeezed it, tugged at it and circled it. Kim's groans got deeper and more frequent, and when my fingers glided down to her opening and slipped in, she cried out softly.

I pushed my fingers into her as deep as they would do, right up to the knuckle. Her walls were so tight around me, and I could feel her contracting and relaxing, although whether she was doing this consciously I could not tell. I drew out my fingers and then thrusted back up into her, and she gasped. I was definitely warming to my task now, and my movements increased in both speed and force. I was pounding into her pussy, and Kim was making sounds that conveyed pure lust.

I was becoming swept away by the moment, and surprised myself when I leant over Kim's body as I fucked her and took her clit into my mouth. I had half expected it to taste bad, but got a pleasant surprise. Her juices were sweet in a way, and without question, this was a taste I could get used to. Kim wasn't expecting me to do what I did either, but I could tell she was delighted as the double effect of me jamming my fingers (by now three) into her and playing her clit hard with my tongue caused her cries to become more shrill and incomprehensible. She was bucking around on the bed, and the more she moved, the more determined I became to hold on and so the harder I worked her.

"Oooohmigod, Jennnnnnnnnnnn..." she yelled, as I felt her pussy contract hard down on my fingers, "yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!" Kim came loud, and she came with real force. I wrapped my free arm around the top of her thigh to stay on and keep sucking her clit, as her pussy released a torrent of hot juice onto my face. She was so tight that I wondered if I would be able to get my fingers back. And still she spasmed, still crying out for more. Was there no end to what this girl would take? My face was covered with her cum and still there was more. I was still moving my fingers inside her, and I thrusted deep once more. With one final scream, she then lay still.

The next thing I noticed was the contrasting silence, save for both of us panting hard for breath. I wiped my jaw on the duvet and looked up at Kim, who was lying flat, gazing at me and lazily stroking my hair. There were beads of sweat on her chest and her brow. I eased my fingers out of her and lay down beside her.

"Jesus," she said, "I think I came about three times there. Damn, that was good." I smiled to myself. "You said do what felt right." "Mmmmm."

We lay there for a bit, not saying anything. I was going over everything in my mind. I knew that I had really enjoyed doing what I did, and I really liked Kim. I wondered if I could fall in love with her. It was weird, all of this was very new to me, but I thought I probably could, and would.

Suddenly Kim, apparently now recovered, got up. "Don't worry," she said in reaction to my quizzical look, "I'll be back."

I waited, and Kim was for gone about two minutes. I wondered where she was, then I heard the sound of a tap and realised that she must be in the bathroom. Soon after that she reappeared. I couldn't help but notice that she was now wearing a rather large strap-on dildo. She stared at my face, gauging my reaction. At first I was surprised and a little puzzled, then I just grinned. "Well, Jenny," she said as she came back over to the bed, "I said that was just the start." "Clearly," I said.

Then she held down my shoulders and was above me, kissing me again. My legs instinctively parted and Kim settled between them. I could feel the tip of her cock pressing against my slit and I knew I wanted her to fill me. I was still wet from earlier, and this situation was turning me on beyond belief.

I placed a hand on each of Kim's buttocks to help guide her into me, and she pushed home. Feeling her dildo, which had a very respectable girth, slide into my pussy was amazing, and before I knew it, I had swallowed all of it. I gasped, and Kim kissed my neck and my cheeks gently, making soothing noises, not that I needed to be soothed right now. "Do you know," I asked, "what you are doing to me?" "I have a fair idea."

She then pulled two thirds of the way out, before slipping back in. I was thrusting myself too, which doubled the effect, and I can honestly say that I'd never felt so full. Slowly she built up the force and the speed of her movements, and soon we were really going at it. It felt to me like raw, hard sex, and I loved every minute. I pushed myself as far down onto her as I could, and we were locked together. I could feel my orgasm start to rise within me, and I prayed that this would never stop. Except it did. Before I got to come, Kim withdrew herself completely from me. The shaft was glistening with my cum, and I was panting, but I was not happy about this. Before I could protest, though, Kim shifted herself slightly and placed her hands under my ass. Then I felt the dildo's head pressing against my asshole, and I realised what she was going to do.

"Oh, shit," I exclaimed, but I wanted this to continue, and she knew it. Slowly, ever so gently, she eased herself into me. At first it hurt like hell, and I wanted her to stop there, but she persisted and once she overcame my initial resistance it got a lot easier. I had never done this before, and it felt different, and very intense. Kim was watching my face for any signs of unhappiness with the scenario. Finally she was all the way into me, and I couldn't believe what I was doing. "Relax," she whispered into my ear, and I did. Kim was planting little kisses all over my face and I felt at ease. Slowly she began to build up a thrusting motion, but with much smaller strokes.

Now I was over the primary discomfort, I realised that I was actually rather enjoying this. I allowed myself to just go with the sensations, and the feelings, on top of the massive arousal I was still feeling from earlier, made the orgasm that had been stopped in its tracks begin to rear its head again. I could tell I was very tight, but the cum on the dildo from before was serving as a lubricant, and now I was relaxed it really felt wonderful. Kim started to rub my clit with one of her hands, and I could feel myself losing control of my reactions. I knew I was moaning aloud now, and I clung to Kim as she continued to move inside me. My breathing became shallow, and I began to cry out as my climax gripped me. I was thrusting down onto the cock and a fierce pleasure ripped through my whole body. I was gasping for breath, and Kim was holding onto me tightly. I was gripping onto her shoulders and my open mouth was screaming silently against her neck.

Then it all became more than I could handle and I stopped, as did Kim. With great care she slowly removed the dildo from me, took if off her body, and discarded it on the floor by the bed. I wanted to cry, such was the emotion inside me, but I didn't let myself. Instead, I kissed Kim hard, releasing everything into her. And then we slept.

"I met the finest girl of my life, that night..."

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Perfect Match - Part 2

That moment in the changing room altered my life in an instant.

Work was becoming a burden that I had to go through each day so I used my lunch hour and any breaks to get out of the office. My lunch hour was a god send as it allowed me to get away from my desk and shop. I love to window shop and most of all love to explore the lingerie depts. I love to feel the soft silk and lace against my fingers imagining its feel against my skin. Feeling my nipples harden as I touch the fabrics and getting that warm glow start to build up inside.

I was having those same feelings one day when I saw her. Standing across from me was the most beautiful woman I have seen. Early twenties, slim with firm looking breasts and a tight round ass, both of which she showed off to their best. I could see her college bag slung over her shoulder and knew she must be from one of the nearby universities. As I stared at her our eyes met and for an instant we were locked together in our own world, nobody else mattered. I was brought back to life as my pager vibrated against my hip, at first it only added to the fantasy I was having about kissing her body from top to toe, mavelling in all her young soft skin but I was soon back to earth when I saw it was my assistant calling me back for a meeting.

That night as I lay in bed my mind raced with images of her. My husband must of thought it was christmas as I made love to him but only had thoughts of her as several orgasms waved over me. He didn't exist at the moment, only her and me making love. I am a 29 year old product manager for a scientific company and have been married for 3 years, but I have been bisexual for over 10 years.

The next few weeks were the same routine, I would get through work until lunch and head for the stores lingerie dept. Some days I thought I saw her others I wouldn't. Then one Thursday I was fuming, a meeting had run over and my lunch hour was being eaten into. When it finally finished I ran out the door and drive quickly to the store. As I entered pushed through the door I saw her on the other side of the store. She saw me coming in, what could I do!! The only thing I could thing of was to smile. A smile that was meant to be words but I couldn't speak. But it was a smile that said "Hi I'm here, come and look with me"

It must of worked because she moved near me and we followed each other around the shop. She looked amazing in a tight top and tight black trousers. Her breasts were enclosed what must of been a wonderbra because she had the most amazing cleavage that I wished I could run my tongue down in between. My whole body was reacting to her as we kept close to each other, looking at different items, holding them up as if to say would you like to see me in this. The night before I had decided I needed to do something to take this silent relationship between us to a new level. She was occupying every part of me and my body reacted to just the thought of her.

I wanted to tell her come home with me but I couldn't speak. She had such a hold over my body that I felt like a school girl. I could feel my pussy soaking my panties and my clit was swollen to the point that every movement I made caused it to rub against the crutch of my tight trousers. If I didn't do something now I was going to have an orgasm right there next to her. My only option was to go to the toilet or the changing rooms. The changing rooms were closer so I grabbed some bras from the display in front of me and headed over.

I hoped she might notice me going and follow but I could feel the first waves of my orgasm begin to wash over me and I didn't have time to check. Lucky for me the end room was empty and I pulled the curtain across. I undressed to my bra and panties and turned around to lean against the mirror. My hands took over as I explored my own body, I rubbed my nipples through the lace of my bra and let one hand drop to my sex. My little white panties were soaked as I pushed the material over my clit. My clit was so swollen it stuck out like a very tiny cock and the feeling of my sexy lingerie rubbing over it could have been enough to make me cum without touching myself. But today I needed more. I slipped my hand inside my panties and felt my warm juices coat my fingers.

As I started to finger myself imagining her hands on me, a hand appeared on the curtain. Shit I had been in such a rush I hadn't closed it properly and someone must think it was free. What could I do, I was half naked carressing my small breasts and running my fingers in and out of my pussy. But I couldn't stop, I was almost there, My eyes were fixed on the curtain as it pulled back. Then my heart skipped a beat, it was her, she stood in front of me not moving but the site of her sent me over the edge. I didn't care now and continued to make myself cum, this not thinking of her touching me but watching her watch me. She didn't move, just watched as I pinched my hard nipples and rubbed my clittie.

Then I began to orgasm, I knew I had to be quiet, its one thing being watch by the object of all your desires but for the whole store to hear you was another matter. Wave upon wave of emotion washed through me as I had a huge orgasm but as I came she muttered what sounded like an apology and quickly left. I couldn't go after her, if I even tried to move I knew my legs wouldn't carry me plus I was naked and coated in sweat. Then something caught my eye on the floor, a purse, her purse. It must of dropped out of her bag as she rushed out.

I kicked it inside my room and pulled back the curtain then sat down to recover. I opened the purse and found her student ID. Now I had her name, Lyn, which uni she was at but no address. I sat there thinking of what to do and after recovering, getting dressed I knew this was meant to be and I would get my assistant to help me find her when I got back to the office.

Emma, my assistant took only a few minutes to speak to the university and find out more about her. As I expected they couldn't give me her address or telephone number but emma left a contact name and number of my office. I was in a meeting when emma knocked on my door and told me there was a young lady on the line who needed to speak to me. My heart instantly skipped a beat then started pumping like mad. I felt myself go all flushed and quickly brought the meeting to an end. When the room was empty I looked down at my phone, line one was flashing showing a call waiting. My hand was shaking as I picked it up and said hello.

Neither of us needed to ask who we were, for a moment we said nothing but just being connected on the phone felt as if we were joined together. Finally Lyn spoke, nervously she apologies again for seeing me in the changing room. I told her to stop and explained why I was playing with myself. As I told her how she had taken over my life since the first time I saw her, how all my thoughts and dreams were feeled with her, I could feel myself becoming aroused again. Then I heard a soft moan come down my ear piece. Was she, no she couldn't be, I asked her where she was and Lyn told me she was at home, sitting naked on her bed listening to my voice and rubbing her vibrator slowly over my sex building up her second orgasm since she had seen me in the changing room.

I was shocked, excited and confused all at once. What I knew was I needed her right now. I needed to feel her body against mine but I was at work and knew I couldn't leave. Lyn seems to sense my problem and asks if I am alone. I am so she tells me to sit back in my chair and listen to her voice. As her words start to take over my mind I feel myself becoming warm, excited. I move my hand to my right breast and knead the nipple, it is already hard. I undo my trousers pull them and my wet panties down to my knees under my desk. My eyes are closed, my mouth open, my fingers still massaging my nipples. I slide the finger down into my pussy and bring it up to my mouth smelling the fragrance ... mmmmmm. I am already in heaven. I wish I could use both hands but I need one to hold the phone and putting Lyn on loudspeaker isn't a good idea as I know Emma can hear it from her desk next door.

Still listening to her I put my finger in my mouth and taste my juices and then return it inside me. I start moaning and Lyn knows what she is doing to me. She keeps me in the state for a few minutes until she can sense I am close and then she stops suddenly, I sit dead still, one hand inside my sex naked from the waist down. "We need to meet again now" she says. I agree and suggest we go to where we first met. The lingerie dept of the store and now, I will just find a reason to leave early. Then for the first time I notice Lyn has been calling me by my surname, Emma couldn't of told the uni my first name.

"Lyn, call me Jane, my love please" I tell her "And I will see you in half an hour"

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Perfect Match - Part 1

My eyes roamed over the racks of gorgeous lingerie in front of me as I imagined how wonderful they would feel against my skin, especially when I was feeling horny or with another women. I imagined the women I saw to my left, tall, slim with long hair, kissing me and gently pulling at my bra straps and the edge of a pair of tight white cotton panties. I pulled myself together as I realised that the middle of the ladies underwear department of a busy department store was hardly the place to be replaying my fantasies. I hoped no one noticed the distracted look on my face as I absently fingered the hem of a silky bra on a rack in front of me. I especially hoped the gorgeous creature I was fantasising about hadn't noticed me as she was standing directly opposite me on the other side of the rack.

She looked up and smiled and then turned and walked away. She was in her late twenties and dressed in a pretty black business suit with a tight white top underneath, I could she the outline of a bra over her small breasts. I watched as she walked away, my eyes drawn to her pretty, firm ass in a short skirt. I couldn't see a panty line which got my mind racing again. I wonder..

I loved Thursday lunchtime the best. I am a 23 year old student at a college in the heart of the city. I have a two hour gap between lectures on a Thursday which allows me to spend time browsing around the lingerie departments of the big stores. I get so turned on shopping like this, imagining and fantasising about the lingerie and the women I see. Thursdays always seem to bring out the prettiest women from the offices, don't know why.

I wondered if I would see the woman I had just fantasised about again. Sometimes I would see the same women week after week. I wondered if their heads were filled with the same fantasies as me, if they looked at the women around them and imagined what they would be like dressed up in the prettiest, softest, tightest, sexiest underwear. Did the woman I had just seen realise what I had been thinking as she stood in front of me, or that she was going to be the subject of a long slow fantasy as I writhed about on my bed that night, playing with my wonderful vibrator. I didn't have a girlfriend at the time so I had a particularly vivid imagination.

These thoughts occupied me as I drifted back to college for my afternoon lectures, waiting for next Thursday to roll round.

I rushed from my lecture the following Thursday to the store with more than usual enthusiasm. Although I was in the as long as possible I didn't see the woman again. I waited for as long as I could but with no luck. Disappointed I made my way to the exist. I had dressed up in my sexiest gear and all to no avail. I was wearing a pink vest top with lace trim along the low cut neckline and thin shoulder straps. The top was really tight and cropped a few inches above the waist. Underneath I was wearing my favourite underwired wonderbra, showing off my 36 inch breasts beautifully. I had a pair of tight black three quarter length trousers that hugged my tight, round ass perfectly and showed just a tiny glimpse of my white cotton panties to anyone interested.

As I pushed the exist door a women was pushing the other way. I let go and let her through. I couldn't believe it, it was the women I had seen the previous week, looking even more beautiful so close up. My mouth went dry as she brushed past me, flashing me a lovely smile and fixing me for the briefest second with her eyes.

I watched as she walked into the shop, a few yards in she turned her head to me and smiled a mischievous smile at me. Was it a signal? Did she feel the same way as me or did she remember me from the previous week? I wanted to stop and follow but knew I had no time. Bloody group presentation to return to.

I went back to college and did the presentation, although my mind was on anything but nineteenth century French poets. The week dragged by as I waited until the following Thursday to come round again.

Again I rushed to the store as quickly as I could after lectures. After about ten minutes she entered again. She looked more beautiful than ever. She was wearing just a white vest top, very tight, and a pair of tight black trousers. It didn't take long before she noticed me. We wandered around the department within each others sight. Occasionally we would pause to admire a particularly striking item of lingerie. Our eyes would dart to each other as we did this, sometimes we would flash each other a smile.

Although we were twenty yards apart, I could feel the sexual tension building up between us. We were really playing cat and mouse with each other. I loved these type of encounters. Both of us knew exactly what the other was thinking. We were both making love to each other in our heads but not having to say a thing. It was as though the shop had emptied and it was just the two of us, alone with our desires and all of this gorgeous sexy underwear to play with.

I noticed that her nipples were erect and showing prominently through the material of her bra and vest top. I glanced down and could see that mine were similarly showing how aroused I had become. I hoped she was admiring my arousal as I was hers. Then, when I looked up she was gone. I glanced all around the department but couldn't see her. Oh God, the game was over, she was no where to be seen.

I waited a few minutes but still she didn't show. Frustrated I picked up a couple of items and decided to try them on. I walked to the changing rooms my mood deflated.

The changing rooms were busy but one at the end looked empty, the curtain was slightly ajar. I was still thinking of my encounter with my mystery woman and not paying much attention to what I was doing as I drew the curtain back.

I gasped at what I saw in front of me. Standing facing me with her back to the mirror was the women I had lost minutes before in the store. She was dressed only in her bra and panties and one hand was caressing her breast through the material of her bra and the other was down the front of a pair of tight white lacy panties. She was so turned on, her nipples were erect, her lips bright red with desire and her panties soaking wet. I stood in front of her drinking in the unbelievable sight in front of me - my desire returning immediately but also mingling with terror and embarrassment.

I didn't know what to do. My head was swimming and my mouth went dry. All I could manage was to mutter an apology and turn away and leave.

I left the store with my head in total confusion. Was she masterbating because of our encounter? Was she attracted to me? Had I blown it? Did she want to stay? I left the store not knowing what to do.

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