A Ride In The Country

Claire Atwater let out a soft sigh of relief as the long meeting finally ended. Finally, her firm was about to hit the big time, the acquisition of the much coveted Saint-Abbott account was a symbol of success. It was a goal she had devoted all her energies to over the last few months, forsaking even the semblance of a personal life. At forty-six, Claire was still a strikingly good-looking woman. Standing five eight and just a little over a hundred and thirty pounds, she wore her thick blonde hair cut just above the nape of her neck.

Her small rounded breasts still drew attention, even when she was wearing one of the business jackets and skirts that she normally wore to the office. Many a colleague had asked her out over the years, only to be gently rebuffed. Since the night she had first gone to bed with another girl when she was sixteen, the businesswoman had never pictured herself as being with anyone other than another woman. It was hard for Claire to keep from breaking out into relief filled laughter as a few of the other negotiators came up to congratulate her on the deal. Finally, one by one they left the conference room, until only she was left. Or so she thought. Looking out the window down onto Rene-Levesque Street, and then the city of Montreal spread out beyond, Claire finally let herself relax. It had been a long hard climb, but in the end was worth it.

All of her dreams were about to come true, well her professional ones at least. "I don't mean to intrude," a quiet yet powerful voice from behind startled the blond haired woman, causing her to jump just a barely perceptible distance. She turned around to face the speaker, greatly surprised at whom it turned out to be. "I'm sorry if I startled you," Vivian Saint-Abbott said with a warm smile. "I just wanted to add my congratulations to the others. Aside from the fact that I was impressed myself by the presentation, I'm always pleased when a woman achieves success, especially in a field too often dominated by men with inferior talents." "Thank you," Claire replied, wondering if there was something more in Vivian's choice of words. "I'm sure we'll do a job that'll justify your decision in picking us." "Oh, I really don't take part in the decision making process, at least as far as the business is concerned," Vivian said as she looked beyond Claire to the long row of framed photographs on the conference room walls.

"I'm much too easily swayed by a pretty face to make an impartial decision. That's what I have a staff for, to keep it all on a professional level." The salt and pepper haired fifty-two year old's choice of words seemed to be carefully selected and contain twin meanings. Watching her examine the photographs, Claire couldn't help but wonder if she was trying to send her a message. Throughout the long weeks of discussions, Vivian Saint-Abbott had been noticeably absent from the meetings. It was only at the final conference that she made an appearance, and even then she had remained unusually silent through the proceedings. Despite her silence, it wasn't as if Claire hadn't paid a great deal of attention to the older woman. Slightly taller, wearing the latest designer fashions, Vivian Saint-Abbott was perhaps the most attractive woman she had seen in quite a long time. It would've been an outright lie to say that, despite the importance of the subject matter being discussed, Claire hadn't allowed her mind to wander for a brief moment to consider Vivian as a woman. More than once, Claire's eyes had found themselves drawn to the swell of Vivian's larger mounds, as well as the smoothness of her long legs.

It didn't help Claire's concentration to recall that it had been over six months since she'd last been with a woman. A hundred and eighty nights since she had felt the body of another woman against her own, and that had been only a brief single encounter with a woman she met at a business conference in Toronto. Still, the memory of Rhonda's flesh against her own, and the softness of her lips were still fresh in her memory. Fresh because it was all she had to warm her on those coldest of nights. "These are beautiful animals," Vivian said as she reached the end of the row. "Do you ride?" Claire moved over to Vivian's side and looked at the photograph she was looking at. It was an image of the horses at the riding stable she liked to frequent. "It's one of my passions," Claire replied, "but I never seem to be able to find the time anymore. The price of success I guess." "Oh you must find the time," Vivian said. "What good is success if you don't take the time to enjoy life as well." "I guess you're right," Claire said, not wanting to disagree with her newest client. "I love to ride as well," Vivian continued. "We have a small stable out at our country house at Lake Saint-Francois on the Chemin de l'Anse, but it's so hard to find good riding partners."

"I imagine so," Claire replied. "You know, I just had the most wonderful idea," Vivian said as she turned to face Claire. "The weather is supposed to be quite lovely this weekend. Why don't you come out to Hudson and ride with me. In fact, why not spend the weekend. I can't think of a better way to begin our new relationship." Claire was greatly surprised by the offer. She looked deep into Vivian's eyes and saw a spark that she found strangely familiar. A look she had seen in her own mirror many times. "I'd love to," Claire answered, still lost in the depths of her eyes. "Excellent," Vivian smiled, turning on her feet and snapping up her bag off the conference table. "I'll send a car by to pick you up in the morning." With that she was gone. Claire now stood alone in the empty conference room. Just before she had left, the blond had seen something else in the older woman's eyes. Something both enticing and forbidden.

Claire awoke with anticipation the next working, quickly tossing off the covers of her bed and heading into the shower. The hot running water felt wonderful against her skin as she ran soapy hands across her body. As she began to run her hands, now filled with shampoo through her hair, she let her mind wander. Laying awake last night, she had considered the idea that perhaps she was making too much of what she perceived as Vivian's interest in her. After all, there was no reason for her to assume that Vivian even knew that she was a lesbian, much less that she might be one as well. It wasn't like the forty-six year old made any effort to conceal it, having come out soon after college. Yet at the same time she didn't exactly wear a nametag that said it either. Vivian might actually be interested in no more than a riding companion. Either way, she promised herself that she would take advantage of the day, whatever did or didn't develop, and enjoy herself. Dressing took a short time as she'd laid out her clothes and riding gear the night before. When the car Vivian had promised showed up a short time later, Claire was ready to go.

When she first arrived at the country house, Claire had been met by a quite beautiful young twenty-year old platinum blond named Stephanie. The French-speaking girl was quite well endowed, something that was hard to miss in the rather provocative maid's outfit that she wore. It wasn't anything that the girl actually did or said, but Claire got the distinct impression that she resented her being there. Vivian appeared a few minutes later, wearing what Claire knew to be a quite expensive riding outfit. Just the tall leather boots cost more then most working women made in a week.

She instructed Stephanie to show Claire where she could change, then said she'd meet her guest out by the stables around the back of the house. Vivian had been right about more than a few things. The weather was indeed lovely, at least for most of the morning, and it had been much too long since Claire took time off to enjoy herself. The horse she been lent was a fine animal and a pleasure to ride. And the trails around the Saint-Abbott estate were incredible as well. Just the sort of place that Claire pictured herself having when she dreamed of unlimited success.

They had been riding for well over an hour, alternating between slow walks and racing bursts across the countryside. The two women were having so much fun that it was almost too late that they noticed the darkening clouds quickly moving in from the East. "Oh damn," Vivian said in futile protest when she saw the clouds, "I was so hoping that they were wrong when they changed the weather forecast early this morning." As they made their way back to the house, it became obvious that the now dark gray clouds would overtake them before they got there. The sky echoed with a resounding thunderclap, sending a torrential downpour onto them as they were still an eighth of a mile from their goal. The intensity of the shower was such that even in that short distance, they were soaked to the skin.

Two of the stable hands ran out to meet them, taking care of the animals as they led them back to their quarters. As they stepped into the rear door of the kitchen, Stephanie was waiting for them with twin crystal balloons of warm brandy. "Oh that feels good," Claire said as the warmth of the liquid spread across her cold and wet body. As she finished her own drink, Vivian instructed the maid to take Claire to the guest bedroom down the hall from her own. She would be able to shower there and get out of those wet things. When they reached the top of the stairs, her hostess excused herself and headed for her own bathroom. As she watched Vivian walk away, Claire realized that she had been staring at the way the older woman's clothes clung to her body, outlining the shape of her breasts. From the look of disapproval on Stephanie's face, it was obvious that her attentions hadn't gone unnoticed. Claire sincerely hoped that Vivian hadn't been offended.

Stepping out of the shower, Claire felt clean and refreshed. Wrapping a large white towel around her body, she moved into the connecting bedroom and was surprised to find that her clothes weren't laid out on the bed as she expected. In fact, even the clothing she had just taken off was gone. "Stephanie?" she inquired as she poked her head out into the hall. When no response was forthcoming, the blond haired woman checked her towel and walked out into that hall. The door to the adjacent master bedroom was wide open. Pausing at the entrance, Claire called out her hostess' name, getting the same silence in reply. More than a little curious, she stepped inside. "Ca alors!" Claire exclaimed as she took in the master bedroom. The room was like something out of another century. Dominated by a large oversized four-poster bed that looked to actually be that old, the rest of the decor matched the period. There was one great exception however, one which caught both her eye and her interest. Attached next to one of the four bedposts were a set of fur-lined leather restraints. Holding one in her hand, Claire felt her heart quicken. Running her fingers along the fur lining, additional sensations radiated from between her legs.

"Do my little trinkets interest you?"

"Oh Mon Dieu!" Claire called out as she realized that Vivian had caught her going through her room. "I do seem to be making a habit of surprising you, don't I?" she said. Wearing a short white terrycloth robe, Vivian walked over to her houseguest and touched the leather restraint in her hand. "Vivian, I'm so sorry," Claire said, trying to explain her invasion of Vivian's privacy. "I couldn't find my clothes and then the door was open and ..." "Do things like this interest you?" the older woman repeated, ignoring Claire's apology. Claire looked into the older woman's eyes. Within them, the fire she had only caught a glimpse of the day before now radiated brightly. The pulse of her heart now thundered in her head and she felt a glowing lump in her throat. Her skin felt flushed, mirroring her emotional response to the question. "Yes," she said softly. "I didn't quite hear that," Vivian said.

"Yes, things like that interest me," Claire said in a louder voice. "And do I interest you as well?" the salt and pepper haired woman asked. "Oh yes," the younger woman replied, her voice filled with anticipation. "Excellent," Vivian smiled as she reached up and stroked Claire's cheek. "Perhaps we can find a more, how shall we say, interesting way to spend a rainy afternoon," Vivian concluded, the tone of her voice making no mistake that she was totally in control of the moment. "Would you like that?" Claire just couldn't find her voice to respond, but her expression gave her consent. Vivian reached out and undid the folds of the towel wrapped around her guest, undoing the edges and letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes took it the length of Claire's nude body, her appreciation of it quite evident. "You are quite beautiful, mon cheri," Vivian said as she reached out and gently ran her fingers across Claire's breasts. "I was taken with you from the moment I saw you yesterday. Tout a fait beau en effet."

Vivian's heart was racing as she felt Claire's fingers caress her flesh. It was as if the woman could look into her soul and see her most secret desires. Desires she normally would never admit to anyone she had known so short a time. "Undo my robe," Vivian told Claire, the strength in her voice making it a command and not a request. With hands she had to keep from shaking with excitement, Claire followed the instruction and undid the robe's white sash. As it fell to the wayside, the robe fell open as well, giving her an almost unrestricted look at the body beneath. A view that became total as she reached up and carefully slid it off Vivian's shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Claire had always thought she had kept her body in great shape for someone her age, but looking at this woman before her made her reconsider that thought. Six years older, Vivian had the body a woman a decade younger than Claire would've been envious of. Her breasts were large and full, showing little effect of the passage of time. Dark pink circles capped each one with a thick, erect nipple in the center.

Her stomach was flat and smooth, her legs long and muscular as well. The only clue to her age might've been the patch of hair between her legs, but when Claire's eyes moved down to look, she found a mound shaved as smooth as a teenager. "I take it you approve?" Vivian asked. "Oh yes," Claire replied, wondering if at any moment she would wake up in her bed and find this was all a dream. "I want you to pleasure me," Vivian said in the same tone she had used before. Claire hesitated, but only for the briefest of moments. She knew the request was a test of both her resolve and her imagination. It wouldn't do to come up short on either one. Pressing their bodies together, Claire threw her arms tightly around Vivian's neck as their lips came together. The soft press of Vivian's mouth against her own sent a sudden warmth throughout her body.

While the touch of her tongue in Claire's mouth was enough to make her feel lightheaded. As their tongues continued to caress each other, Claire gently ran her hands up and down Vivian's body, her fingers caressing the warm, smooth flesh. They moved down to her buttocks, tracing a fading line with her nails, then slid across and between her legs to transverse the smooth sex between. Finally up across her stomach to cup each of her large breasts, massaging the tips with infinite care. The blond lifted one breast to her mouth and replaced her fingers with her lips and tongue. Gently at first, then harder with the passions building within her, Claire stroked and tickled the pale skin, taking the dark tips into her mouth. "Tu es tres gentille," Vivian moaned softly as she guided her other mound into Claire's mouth as the younger woman repeated her actions.

Claire continued to kiss and lick her way down Vivian's body, leaving a trail of building desire. She dropped to her knees and her face paralleled Vivian's sex. A treasure Vivian made more accessible as she spread her legs wider, lifting one of them and letting it come to rest on a dressing chair. Totally consumed with the fires raging within her, Claire wasted no time on preliminaries. She used both hands to press apart the folds of Vivian's sex and pressed her face between them.

Her tongue eagerly partook of the sweet nectar within as it moved in every direction. Thrusts that translated into pleasing waves of joy across Vivian's body. Vivian held Claire's head tight between her legs, calling out words of encouragement as she rode the building rapids forming within her. Encouragement that became more forceful as they went on. She had known from the moment she had met Claire yesterday that the businesswoman had a submissive streak in her and that she had to have her. How she knew was something Vivian could never explain. She only knew that she was rarely wrong about such things. That thought, and the even more exciting one that the game was only beginning, brought her to the edge of orgasm.

"Baise-moi, chienne," Vivian called out as she felt the first waves of her orgasm breaking within her, "Baise-moi avec ta langue!" Vivian's body shuddered as she enjoyed the results of Claire's labors. A gift she shared with the woman on he knees before her as the fruits of her eruption gushed forth. A bounty Claire eagerly drank deep of, as it filled her mouth and covered her face. A feast she had greatly missed during her long months of abstinence.

"That was very good, ma chere," Vivian said as she finally released her hold on the back of Claire's head. Even without Vivian's hands holding her in place, Claire continued to lick her prize for a short time more. She wanted to savor every precious drop. Finally, there was no more to enjoy. "Tu es delicieuse," Claire said as she ran her tongue across her lips to clean them as well. "Did I please you, Madame Saint-Abbott?" she added, hoping she was showing the right measure of deference. "You pleased me greatly," Vivian smiled as she indicated with her hand that Claire should get back to her feet. "I am impressed." "Oh thank you," Claire replied with all of the emotion she could put into those simple three words. It was rare that she came across a woman such as Vivian Saint-Abbott.

One that could recognize within her the need to be sexually dominated. Few people, men or women, could understand how she could be a dynamic businesswoman, totally in charge of her life, and still have a desire to be treated in such a way. Long ago, Claire had decided that she had two options in regard to her particularity. One course of action was to seek professional help to find the cause of her desires, something that could take years or a lifetime. Another option was to simply accept that was who she was and enjoy that aspect of her personality. In the long run, the latter seemed a more viable solution.

"Perhaps you might like to try those little bracelets that you had found so fascinating when I came in?" Vivian suggested as she stepped across the room and lifted one of them in her hand. Claire's heart skipped a beat in excitement. When she had first come across the fur-lined restraints, she had imagined what it would be like to wear them. Like so many other things, it had been a long time since she played with such toys. "May I?" she asked. "May I what?" Vivian snapped back. "May I, Mistress?" Claire corrected herself, raising her level of submission another notch. "Are you sure?" Vivian asked, "Oh yes, Mistress," Claire said. "Very well," Vivian said as she undid the strap of the cuff in her hand.

"Come here." Claire quickly moved to her and placed her hand in the restraint. Vivian closed the cuff and tied it shut. Then she placed Claire's other wrist in its twin, binding that tightly as well. Now restrained, Claire couldn't lower her arms. The thin but strong chain between the leather bindings ran up to and through a small metal ring coming out of the ceiling. Vivian stepped behind Claire. Pressing her body against the blonde's bare back, she rubbed her breasts against it while reaching around the hanging woman to play with her smaller breasts. "Oh yes," Claire moaned softly, "your hands feel so good." Vivian slid her hand up and pulled Claire's head back, just enough so that she could kiss her. The kiss was forceful and full of passion, sending a shudder through Claire. "You truly love being a slut under it all, don't you?" Vivian asked as she broke the kiss. "Giving your body to someone stronger for their pleasure? "De l'cOh maitresse oui," Claire replied, baring her most secret desires.

"Well then, mon joli," Vivian smiled as she ran her fingers down between Claire's legs and across her small blond mound. "We shall have to see that you are not disappointed." The salt and pepper haired woman continued to play with Claire for a while longer, sliding long slender fingers in and out of her sex. Every once in a while she would spread her fingers and caress Claire's excited clitoris as well. Just enough to keep her level of excitement at a fever pitch. "You like to be penetrated, don't you?" Vivian asked. "Yes, Mistress," "Have you ever been penetrated by a man?" "No, Mistress," came Claire's immediate reply. In the most technical sense of the word, the forty-six year old was still a virgin. "But you do enjoy being fucked by another woman?" Vivian concluded. "Oh yes, Mistress. "Excellent." a beaming Vivian said.

Removing her hand from within Claire, Vivian stepped over to the other side of the bed and pulled on a long sash that seemed connected to a lever in the wall. In the distance, the bound woman could hear a series of small bells ringing. A few moments later, the sound of the bells was replaced by that of soft steps in the outer hallway. Claire suddenly felt herself become anxious over the idea that someone else might see this side of her. Thankfully, whomever Vivian had summoned with the bells, came no further than just before the open door. Stepping outside to speak to whoever it was, the mistress of the house said something that Claire couldn't hear. Then she stepped back into the bedroom. Moving back to her helpless captive, Vivian ran her right hand across Claire's breasts, stopping to admire the small, hard nipples. Bending over slightly, she planted a soft, wet kiss on each of them. "Vous gotez bon aussi," Vivian said as she ran her tongue back and forth across the large pink circles. The touch of her tongue occupied so much of Vivian's attention that she didn't notice the return of those soft steps in the hallway.

Or that those steps had continued this time until the owner had walked into the room as well. "Dieu D'Oh!" a surprised Claire gasped as she looked over and saw Stephanie standing in the center of the room. In her hands she held a large silver tray, the contents of which were covered by an equally large silk napkin. The young girl at first gave Claire no notice, as if walking into the master bedroom and finding a naked woman chained there was an everyday occurrence. Then it occurred to Claire that it might not be an everyday occurrence, but one not so rare as to give her pause. "J'ai apporte ce que vous avez demande, Madame." she said as she brought the tray over to Vivian. It was difficult, but not impossible for Claire to turn enough to see what was on the tray. Lifting one hand as high as she could, she just about managed it. She was speechless when Vivian removed the silk covering to reveal a very realistic rendering of male genitalia. A version attached to an elaborate leather hardness that made it clear it was meant to be worn by someone that hadn't been born with such. "Y aura-t-il toute autre chose, Madame?" Stephanie asked as she turned slightly and for the first time, looked directly at Claire.

Looking right back at her, Claire suddenly understood the look on the young girl's face, both now and when she had first arrived. It wasn't a look of resentment as she had first thought or even of disapproval as she had just feared. It was a look of envy. As if she wanted to be in Claire's place. It made the older woman wonder how many times she had been in her place. "No, there's nothing else ..." Vivian started to say as she undid the straps so she could slide the harness around her. "Wait a moment," she said as she looked first at Claire, then at Stephanie, then back at Claire." A wide smile formed on her face as she adjusted the straps, pulling them tight. Vivian couldn't imagine what she was thinking. "Preparez-la," she instructed Stephanie. "Prepare me?" Claire thought as she repeated Vivian's order in her mind.

Stephanie didn't hesitate. She moved over to Claire and dropped down to her knees. Then, in an imitation of the position that the older blond had assumed a short time before, the younger one began to probe Claire's womanhood with her tongue and fingers. Slowly at first, Stephanie licked her, exploring her vagina, savoring the honeyed nectar. Then she began to quicken the pace until she reached a rhythm that sent first little, then larger ripples throughout Claire's body. As they slowly built in intensity, Claire knew that if she continued, they could easily lead to an orgasm. "Oh God," Claire thought as the twenty year old licked her with a skill she hadn't felt from woman twice Stephanie's age. "This girl is incredible."

The young woman continued to work her magic as Vivian moved to Claire's side as well. She watched her maid carry out her instructions for a short while, then stepped up on top of the high chest that rested next to the bed. It raised her to a height where her midsection was now just about even with Claire's head. "Suck me," she said in her no nonsense tone as she lifted her temporary manhood and ran her long slender fingers up and down it. Claire had never given a blow job to a man, but had two previous lovers who liked to act out the part. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she slid as much of the boytoy into her mouth as she could.

The lack of any sensation other than the mental excitement of pleasing a lover while she sucked Vivian off was quickly balanced by the excited waves of rising passion that Stephanie was producing. The young woman was indeed a jewel, easily worth whatever it was that Vivian was paying her. Claire would be greatly surprised later when she learned that Stephanie wasn't paid anything at all. What she did, she did for the love of her Mistress. Finally, Vivian decided that it was time and instructed Stephanie to stop. Much to Claire's disappointment, the young woman did just that. Vivian removed her toy from Claire's mouth and Stephanie was quick to help her down from the chest. "Ce sera tout," she told the maid as she dismissed her. Without another word or a look back, the platinum haired girl turned and left the room.

"Now it's just us, ma chere," Vivian said as she again took up position behind Claire and placed her cockhead against the entrance to her sexual soul. She pressed her fingers inside of Claire for a moment, knowing that her maid's attentions had left the woman well prepared. Having been on the receiving end of those attentions many times, she knew well what Stephanie was capable of. With that, she began rubbing the round tip of her cock up and down the length of Claire's pussy before taking a firm grip and pushing it within her. "Aaaaa!" Claire yelled as she felt herself being penetrated . "Relax." Vivian said as she eased the strap on out a little, before pushing it back in twice the depth of her first attempt.

Vivian reached around and rubbed her fingers against Claire's clit, balancing her discomfort with an added pleasure. As long as she could remember, she loved taking such a superior role in her lovemaking. Almost as much as she knew Claire enjoyed being on the receiving end of her passion. Vivian began to thrust deeper within Claire with an ever increasing frequency. With her cock firmly within her lover, Vivian allowed her hand to explore other aspects of Claire's body. As she increased her thrusts even more Vivian could feel the walls of Claire's sex grabbing hold of her as she pressed inside of her. "You love this, don't you, petite salope?" Vivian asked between thrusts as she grabbed both of the younger woman's hips and pulled her ass hard against her. "Oh yes," Claire panted as she began to match Vivian's rhythm and draw her deeper inside her.

Vivian slid her hands up and down Claire's body as she continued to fuck her with ever increasing ferocity. Her fingers closed tight against her breasts as she used then to pull Claire against her. Vivian always got off fucking other women in this way. She loved to be in control. The constant rubbing against Vivian's own clitoris button was sending her into pre-orgasmic fits as well. Hot sweat covered each of their bodies as both shook with the energy and passion of unrestricted sex. Claire's cries grew louder and louder as she implored Vivian to bring her to the climax she so desperately craved. Back in her apartment in the city, her tendency to shout at the top of her lungs in the middle of lovemaking was a definite problem.

Here, far out in the country, she could scream as long and loud as she wished. "Shall I stop?" Vivian asked as she paused for a brief heartbeat. "Noooo!!" Claire screamed. "Perhaps I should untie you and let you go?" "Dear God, No!!" "What shall I do then?" Vivian asked. "Fuck me!" Claire shouted. "Fuck me until I come!" Lost in the fury of her passion, Vivian again grabbed Claire's hair and pulled her head back. With a fierce fire in her dark eyes, Vivian pressed her lips hard against the helpless woman beneath her. The taste of their tongues as they intertwined was enough to push her to within an inch of the abyss. "I'm going to come," Claire gasped as Vivian's tongue slid out of her mouth. A few last thrusts were enough to unleash the explosion that had been building within the two of them. Both bodies jerked violently as they were consumed by a rapture that ripped through each of them. Claire drove her nails deep into her hands as an orgasmic paralysis gripped her. Vivian continued to pummel the captive pussy that was pressed so tightly against her own. Until she too was gripped by that same loss of control.

Finally it was done and a totally exhausted Vivian slid out of Claire and dropped down hard onto the storage chest. It took her a few long breaths before she could even speak. Claire was likewise drained, held up only by the strength of her restraints. Every muscle in her body seemed to ache. It was the most wonderful ache she could remember. Vivian finally got to her feet and undid the straps of her toy. Lifting the cockhead to her lips, she licked Claire's sweetness from it, leaving not a single remnant. "I'll send Stephanie back to help you clean up," Vivian said as she reverted back to her role as Mistress of the Manor. "Feel free to make use of any of her talents you find desirable. Dinner will be at six."

Claire just hung there, totally amazed at the myriad aspects of Vivian Saint-Abbott's personality. The woman was a puzzle within a riddle. One minute a ferocious Mistress and lover, the next a concerned hostess. The sound of footsteps grew louder out in the hall, signalling Stephanie's return. As Claire turned to look as the young woman appeared in the doorway, she recieved another surprise in a day full of them. For the first time since she had met her, the platinum blond was smiling. A smile filled with an obvious sense of anticipation. The girl reached up and undid Claire's restraints, brushing against the older woman's breasts as she did. The simple touch sent another shiver of excitement through Claire's body. "How many more surprises," she thought as she pulled Stephanie close and kissed her, "is this weekend going to hold?" As she felt the younger girl respond to her kiss, Claire decided that she was in no real hurry to find out. It was more fun just to let them unfold one at a time.