The Clothing Exchange

Can a small incident make a big change in your life? Perhaps. I think that's just what happened to me the other day. I've always thought of myself as straight, not even bisexually curious. I'm a woman in my mid-30s, single, and never got hot looking at other women.

I know I'm not terribly pretty, but I'm decent looking, I think. I'm also a bit plump, but it doesn't bother me. Perhaps that's why I'm a good friend with Rachel, my sister-in-law. She's also a bit of a plain-Jane, in her mid-thirties and, since her marriage to my brother five years ago, has grown a bit round in the waist and bottom, like me.

Two weeks ago, she called and said she was about to get rid of some clothes she could no longer fit into. She was sure I still had the figure to fit into the more slender garments, and even though I disagreed, I told her I'd stop by and see what she had.

That Saturday afternoon when I visited my brother was gone, and so Rachel and I spent a long time chatting in the kitchen, drinking coffee, eating a few cookies and joking about whether we would need a whole new wardrobe before the day was done. Finally, we went up to Rachel's second bedroom, where she had a load of clothes spread across the bed.

Rachel gestured towards the pile and said to try on anything that interested me. In the closet were more clothes that she still had to see if they fit. Soon, we were both in various states of undress. Clothes went on and clothes came off. All the time, we chatted and commented on what seemed to look good on me and whether something still fit Rachel's pleasantly plump body.

At one point, Rachel tossed a nice-looking bathing suit my way. I decided to try it on and for the first time since we started, I stripped completely naked. I didn't think anything of it and neither did Rachel at first, but then I noticed she glanced down below my waist and said, "Oh."

I looked at her quizzically.

"You're hairless," she said after a brief hesitation.

Suddenly I felt myself blushing and stammering slightly as I tried to casually explain that I had shaved my pubic hair as a lark a while ago, but liked it that way now. I didn't mention that I also like to rub scented oil on my smooth mons as a prelude to masturbation, one of my secret pleasures of a single woman.

"I haven't seen anyone hairless since I was a girl," Rachel added as she continued glancing at me. "Would you mind if I touched it. I'm curious how it feels."

The question took me totally by surprise. In the micro-second it took me to answer, I found myself unexpectedly bewildered by the fact my first thought wasn't "no." Instead, I found myself worried that a negative response would somehow embarrass Rachel for being so inquisitive. And so I shrugged my shoulders and murmured, "Okay."

Rachel reached down and gently stroked her fingers lightly across the top of my pubic mound. She smiled and said, "It's so smooth. I wouldn't have thought it would feel like that."

I would have responded, but I felt like I had been hit by an electrical charge. The sensation of her fingers on my most private body part was so intense that my answer choked in my throat, cutting off any response. She touched again, this time lower, and now my pulse was beginning to race.

Perhaps ten, maybe fifteen seconds had elapsed. Rachel's moment of curiosity was over. The incident was at an end and it was time to return to trying on clothes. But instead, Rachel's fingertips touched once more, like butterfly wings, across the lips of my vulva. She glanced at me. I'm not sure what she saw. I felt bewildered, but I must have looked excited or curious. What I saw in Rachel's eye's was a burning look that spoke of both suddenly discovered desire and fear that she had transgressed too far.

I continued to say nothing. The sound of my heart pounded in my ears and I felt hot, so hot I thought I was going to faint. Rachel's fingers moved again, slowly, first up and then down over my softening, swelling lips. I felt moisture slip into place and when she brushed her fingers once more, I knew there was no going back. She too felt my wetness and realized she received the signal she was looking for.

We were standing just inches from each other. Rachel was still in her pants, but earlier had taken her shirt off, so she was just wearing a bra. I remember looking at her, not her eyes so much, but her neck and below to where her breasts began to swell out.

I've seen many other women's bosom and cleavage and have never responded sexually to it. Yet, I found myself staring at Rachel's breasts, wrapped in her bra, but looking so alluring, so erotic. Rachel was slightly bent forward so I could see them hang forward like fruit for me to pluck and hold. I had this intense desire to touch them, lift them from the bra cups and hold them in my hands, to finger her nipples, feel them grow rigid.

Not a word was said now; the silence was deafening as I absorbed the intense sensation of just two fingers fluttering with ever-increasing pressure against the lips of my vagina. My wetness increased rapidly and it wasn't long before her fingers were rubbing the inside of me, moistening the hood over my clitoris, bringing its pebble size to erect excitement.

The only sounds in the room was of our breathing, so shallow, yet sounding so lustful, along with the wet, smacking sound of Rachel's fingers now probing deep inside of me. I could feel the orgasmic plateau coming towards me, too fast it seemed, like a rushing wall of water. There was no stopping it now. I felt my muscles begin to lose control. If you have every masturbated or made love standing up, you know that feeling. The legs go rubbery, the thigh muscles shake, and the blood rushes from the head to the loins and leaves you light-headed.

I leaned against the wall as the moment of rapture overwhelmed me. My throbbing vagina seized Rachel's long, curved fingers and squeezed them as my legs buckled and the most intense orgasm swept outwards from my vagina to engulf my whole quivering body. Rachel glanced into my eyes as I orgasmed. I don't think I said anything. Maybe I gasped, maybe I sighed. I don't remember. It was utterly wonderful and thrilling at the same time. I felt like we had just had the most intense love-making session ever, and yet she had just touched me with her two fingers.

The silence continued for a moment longer as the waves of pleasure continued to roll through my body until I finally swallowed and managed to meekly speak. "Oh my," was all I could muster. Rachel let her fingers slide slowly out of my aching vagina and I noticed her hand was now shaking. At once, I knew everything had changed: my desire for Rachel, my desire to make love to a woman. It was a new sensation, but it burned brightly within me. And it burned within Rachel as well.

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Happy Birthday

Jan closed the heavy wooden door and then leaned against it and sighed deeply. What a morning, she thought. First Bob, her husband of over twenty years, lost his briefcase. She'd found it for him and was trying to get breakfast ready, when Eric, her eldest, announced he was quitting his job. This provoked a fight with his father that Jan broke up only by stepping between them. Janie, her middle child, had then come into the kitchen with both hands filled with clothes and wailed that she had nothing to wear. Finally, the twins were fighting over the red toothbrush all the while the pancakes were burning.

Thus began another typical morning at the Hobson residence. Bob had left for work having barely eaten after a final threat to his son; he hadn't even remembered to give Jan a peck on the cheek. Eric had stormed out of the house cursing all adults, despite the fact that she'd interceded for him. Janie had finally left for school in something approaching appropriate dress after Jan had sent her to change no less than three times. Janie hadn't eaten either, and had accused her mother of being "a hopelessly old fashioned prude". Meanwhile, the twins made a complete mess in the kitchen by throwing syrup-coated pancake pieces at one another. Jan had barely had them cleaned up and redressed when their bus arrived.

Jan usually loved the mornings, the time when the big house was so peaceful after everyone had left, but this morning she felt depressed. Her birthday was coming up in two weeks and no one had yet said a word. She caught her reflection in the hall mirror and took a moment to study herself. She was average in most every way, average height, average weight, brown hair and brown eyes. Her bust was quite big for her frame and in her younger days had been a source of pride. But time, gravity, and four children had not been kind. Similarly, her hips were wide and her legs just a little too full, and her waist still carried some of the extra inches from her last pregnancy, inches she hadn't been able to lose in nine years. As she stood there in her flannel dressing gown, her reflection in the mirror seemed to smirk back at her: "suburban housewife". And unappreciated, she thought. They don't appreciate you. With a sigh of resignation, she trudged into the kitchen and began to clean up the morning mess.

Jan had been married twenty years to the same man. She and Bob had lived in the same house for eighteen of those years, and overall she thought they'd been very happy. The first two years had been the roughest, and in many ways the best years of her marriage. Jan had worked to put Bob through his last year at Columbia. They'd lived in a rent-controlled studio in New York City, they'd been very much in love, and sex had been frequent and satisfying. Eric had been born in the city and Janie had been conceived there. After Bob graduated, and while Jan was still pregnant with the twins, they moved to suburbia.

After the twins were born, it took a while for Jan to lose the extra pounds she'd gained during her pregnancy. Meanwhile, Bob's interest in sex dropped dramatically, and with it his romantic inclinations. Sex had become routine for them years ago -- Friday nights almost on schedule -- but these days she and Bob seemed to be out of the habit altogether. He still loved her, she was sure, but he showed it less and less frequently, and with less and less enthusiasm even when he found the time to be affectionate. Not good, she thought, it's not good at all. She was nearing forty and had never wanted sex more. Over two months had passed since the last time and she hungered for it. But Bob was stressed at work and fighting with Eric and the list of excuses was endless. I'm hurting, she thought. Bob's lack of interest was hurting her self-esteem.

Now Jan chuckled as she realized she'd been standing in front of the empty sink for several minutes, wiping the same plate dry again and again as she pondered her life. She thought of moving to the bedroom to find a novel and her vibrator. "Big Blue", as she affectionately called her toy, had become her best friend, her masturbation interludes with the vibrator almost an obsession. The vibrator, at least, was always there for her. Never completely satisfactory, but at least she had orgasms. She couldn't imagine living without orgasms. She was currently exploring something new in the novels she read: many of the novels she now read had bisexual or even lesbian themes, novels written by women about women. Women authors seemed to more easily know what would turn on other women. During the past year, as Jan's dissatisfaction with her sex-life had increased, she'd also become aware that many of her erotic fantasies centered on women. Only fantasies, of course. She couldn't imagine herself in bed with a woman. Or at least she couldn't imagine herself in bed with a woman and be comfortable with it. No, that wasn't right either. She could imagine herself with a woman, even imagine the sex, but she couldn't imagine herself searching for something like that. Suburban housewife, she thought. Conventional suburban housewife surrounded by barbed wire. The image made her feel depressed again.

She put the plate away and was turning to go upstairs, when a big green Suburban followed by a sleek red Corvette pulled into the driveway of the empty house next door. Jan immediately recognized the Suburban was Shelly's.

Shelly Richardson was one of her circle of friends. Shelly's husband was a successful attorney, and Shelly had become a real estate agent more out of boredom than any need for money. Jan liked Shel well enough when she was acting normal, but when Shelly was in her "saleswoman" mode, she was almost unbearably outgoing. Jan watched the Corvette with mounting curiosity, wondering what sort of new neighbors she might be getting.

A tall blonde woman emerged from the sports car and approached Shelly. The blonde wore a red business suit with a short skirt and blazer, black hose and heels. Her features were aquiline, her body seeming sleek and predatory. The blonde was lithe and trim, with small high breasts and slim boyish hips and well-toned long shapely legs. She had a commanding air about her, and even at such a distance, Jan pegged her as a professional of some type, maybe a friend of Shelly's husband, Pete. Jan had always admired attractive people, especially pretty women. She found herself staring at the stranger. When the woman looked up and across the side yard, their eyes met and a thrill of excitement passed through Jan. She looked down immediately, pretending to be washing dishes. When she looked back up a moment later, the two women were gone. She tried to convince herself that she had just been embarrassed about being caught staring, but deep down she realized that the thrill she'd felt looking at and making eye contact with that woman had been sexual and elemental.

Jan continued with her morning routine, and by the time she finished straightening up the twins' room it was nearly noon and she'd forgotten the incident. She was heading downstairs to the kitchen, when suddenly the doorbell rang. Who's that? she thought as she walked to the front door. When she opened the door, she found Shelly and the blonde woman standing under the portico.

Shelly smiled. "Jan, darling, it's so nice to see you." She stepped forward to hug Jan.

Jan could tell Shelly was in her saleswoman mode and she gritted her teeth and forced a smile. "Hi, Shel."

Shelly gestured towards the blonde. "Darling, this is Lynette Walker. She's thinking of buying the Peterson house."

Jan looked at the tall woman. The woman's eyes were a piercing blue, and as her eyes fixed on Jan, Jan's breath caught in her throat and she felt a spark of excitement shoot through her.

"My friends call me, Lynn," the woman said in a voice deep and raspy. A sexy bedroom voice, a voice that seemed to drip with innuendo.

"Pleased to meet you," Jan managed. She fought to break the stare and not be rude, but Lynn's eyes held hers, held her helpless as a bird caught in the hypnotic trap of a snake's eyes.

Now Shelly seemed oblivious to the sparks between the two women: "Jan, would you be a dear and talk to Lynn a few minutes about the neighborhood? I just got a beep on my cell and Charley's in trouble at school again."

Jan nodded and looked at Lynn. "Of course, won't you please come in?" She tried to keep the tremor from her voice. Her feelings were running wild, and she felt disoriented by their intensity and by the realization of their cause.

The two women entered the house and Jan ushered them into the living room. Lynn sat on the sofa and Shelly turned the wingback chair away from them and placed a call on her cell phone. Jan had to sit on the sofa with Lynn. She felt hot and nervous as she tried to avoid making eye contact with the blonde.

In a hesitant voice, Jan said: "It's a nice neighborhood, and I'm sure you'll enjoy living here."

"I'm sure I will if all my neighbors are as attractive as you are," Lynn said softly, keeping her voice low enough so that only Jan could hear.

A long time had passed since Jan had received a compliment like that, and she suddenly wished she were wearing something more attractive than her old jeans and sweat top. But why was she suddenly so interested in what this woman thought of her?

"Thank you," Jan said to Lynn.

"How much traffic do you get on this street?"

"Very little. Our children play outside all the time and we never worry about them."

Lynn smiled. "I don't have any children, but I do jog."

"Oh. Well, it's usually very quiet."

Their conversation ended abruptly when Shelly raised her voice into her cell phone. Then Shelly angrily switched the phone off and Jan could tell she was trying to compose herself before she faced them again. When Shelly finally turned to them, she had a large phony smile on her face.

"I'm so sorry, Lynn, but my son's been in a fight and they're demanding I come to get him. I'll need only about thirty minutes. Could you possibly wait for me to get back?"

"Of course."

Shelly looked at Jan. "Jan, darling, I hate to impose, but would you mind answering Lynn's questions for me, if she has any questions about the neighborhood?"

"No problem," Jan said.

"All right, I'm leaving. I'll back as soon as I can." Shelly rose and walked quickly to the door. In a moment the door closed behind her with a thud that shook the house.

Lynn chuckled. "And that's one of the reasons I don't have kids."

Jan looked up, and as their eyes locked again she felt her cheeks burning. "One of the reasons? Are there others?"

Lynn smiled and shifted closer to her on the sofa.

"Several," Lynn said.

Jan was unable to break eye contact, the woman's nearness making her light-headed. She felt excited and nervous, as though she were on a first date.

"I have my job," Lynn continued, explaining further why she had no children. "I don't have time for a family,"

Jan nodded. "That's understandable,"

"Another reason is that I'm single and not interested in getting married."

"Really?"

Lynn smiled and casually patted Jan's knee. "Since we may be neighbors, I suppose you should know something about me. I'm gay." Her eyes fixed on Jan's face. "Will that be a problem for you? Will it bother you that I'm a lesbian?"

Jan was shocked. Not so much by the words, but by the rising excitement she felt. Lynn's hand now rested on her knee and seemed as hot as Jan imagined a branding iron would be. A shiver passed through her body. She tried to speak, but she found her mouth suddenly dry. She licked her lips and felt desperate, confused by her excitement.

"I've upset you," Lynn said.

"No, not at all."

"Yes, I have, I can tell." She removed her hand and drew back. "It does bother you that I'm gay."

"No, it doesn't. Really it doesn't. I think it'll be good for the neighborhood."

Lynn seemed amused. "Really? How's that?"

Jan hesitated. "I don't know... diversity, I guess."

Lynn laughed. "Most people don't like that kind of diversity. Anyway, you're sweet. You remind me of someone I was once very close to."

Jan felt herself blushing. She smiled. "Oh?"

"You have her eyes and hair, and the body is the same."

"Not much to look at anymore."

"I wouldn't say that. I think you're lovely."

Jan laughed. "Are you making a pass at me?"

"Not really. I shouldn't do that, should I? Would it bother you?"

"I don't know..."

"You're not gay, are you? You're making my radar go off."

"Radar?"

Lynn smiled. "Gaydar, it's called. The sense that maybe you're gay."

"No, I'm not. I have a husband and four children."

Lynn's hand squeezed Jan's knee. "All right, I won't push it. I don't usually make passes at married women, but something tells me you've been seriously thinking about it."

"Well..."

"Yes?"

"I've been thinking about it... sometimes... but I don't think I'm ready for anything."

"You need to experiment."

Jan laughed. "Just like that?"

"I don't mean jump into bed with someone. Think about it more. Try kissing someone and see what happens. Suppose I kiss you? Would that be so awful?"

"I don't know..."

Lynn leaned forward slowly and pressed her lips to Jan's. The blonde's lips were soft but demanding, and Jan's lips parted without Jan thinking about it. Lynn's tongue darted into Jan's mouth and Jan felt herself melting into an embrace with the blonde woman. A powerful need now rose in Jan, and she felt helpless to fight it. Lynn's tongue slipped across her own and Jan's tongue responded. Soon their tongues were battling in the most passionate kiss Jan had ever experienced. The kiss seemed to go on forever. Jan held tightly to Lynn as the blonde wrapped her in her strong arms.

When the kiss broke, Jan was breathless. Lynn sat back and smiled. "I hope that was an invitation," she said, her voice raspy.

"An invitation?" Jan felt the flush in her face. She felt a shiver run through her body. A strange taste was on her lips, and she licked at her lips absently. She tried to remember when a kiss had affected her so strongly, but she could not. She was very aware of her nipples, which she could feel straining against the cups of her bra, and when she shifted and moved her thighs together, she realized she was wet.

Lynn said: "You liked it, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"So my radar is working after all?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

Lynn smiled and reached out to stroke one of Jan's breasts. Her questing fingers quickly found the hardened nipple and gently squeezed it. Jan gasped and arched her back, forcing more of her breast into Lynn's hand.

"I think this excites you," Lynn said softly.

"Yes."

The blonde now took both of Jan's large breasts in her hands and began to gently knead them. Jan thought of protesting, but the woman's hands felt too good, she couldn't remember the last time anyone had treated them so carefully. Lynn paid attention to her nipples, but not to the exclusion of the rest of her breasts, and she was not rough with them, as Bob usually was. Bob treated her tits like punching bags, roughly grabbing and squeezing them, when he paid attention to them at all. Lynn treated them like fine china, her caresses soft and exciting.

While Jan made this mental comparison, Lynn's free hand pulled at the faded material of Jan's sweatshirt, pulled the shirt up until she had it bunched above Jan's breasts. "Your breasts turn me on," Lynn said in a low voice. "Lovely big tits. They don't get the proper attention, do they?"

Jan quivered. Only the thin material of her bra separated those wonderful hands from her flushed skin. She did not know what to think, or what to say, and she was groping for words when she heard Shelly's Suburban pull up in the driveway. The intrepid saleswoman had made the trip to the school and had now returned. Jan hurried to pull her sweatshirt down.

"Not yet," Lynn whispered.

"But--"

Lynn ignored her protest. She sat back and held Jan's breasts up, cupping them while forcing them higher. She looked into Jan's eyes and sensuously licked her lips. The message was clear, and Jan could almost feel that pink tongue on her nipples. The sound of the front door opening startled her out of the hold Lynn had on her, and she frantically tugged her shirt down as the blonde quickly scooted back to where she'd been sitting.

"I'm sorry I'm so late," Shelly called out as she walked in. "I hope Jan's answered your questions, Lynn."

"Yes, I think she has," Lynn said with a warm smile.

Jan blushed bright red and tried to appear normal. She feared her nipples would show even through the heavy old sweatshirt.

"Good," Shelly said. "I'm sure you two will become good friends." She seemed totally unaware of the sexual tension in the room.

"You can bet on it," Lynn said as she rose.

Jan was certain her face was scarlet as she walked them to the door. Shelly was in her saleswoman mode again, totally focused on Lynn as a home buyer, and Jan was happy when she could finally close the door.

For the second time that day, Jan leaned against the heavy door and sighed. Dear God, where is this going? she thought. She placed her hands on her breasts and slowly stroked them through her sweatshirt.

Jan mastered her emotions and finished cleaning the house. It was only later, in the quiet safety of her room, that she let her mind return to what had happened. She could remember every detail, and as she recalled the scene, she felt herself becoming aroused as she hadn't been in years. So that's what another woman's touch is like, she thought. For a fleeting moment, she regretted her lack of experience, but she pushed the thought from her mind. She was a married mom nearing forty, and the time for experimenting was long past for her. Or was it?

She could not put the memory out of her mind. She was so aroused, she knew she would need to get her toy out before the children returned home. She deliberately chose to reread parts of a novel with a powerful male character, but when she eventually used the vibrator to give herself an intense orgasm, it was the memory of Lynn's hands on her breasts that brought her to a finish.

Several weeks passed. In her living room, Jan sat alone and stared blankly out the big picture window. A carafe of French wine and two crystal goblets were neglected on the table before her. She'd never felt so alone or unloved.

In the week after Jan had met Lynn, the blonde had moved in and apparently established her routine. She worked unusual hours, and whenever she was home, she was either sunning by her pool or jogging. Jan hadn't spoken to the woman since that first time. On the evening of that day when Lynn had kissed her and caressed her, Jan had practically attacked her husband the moment he walked in the door. She pursued him all evening. Lynn's kisses had left her dying for sex, but when it finally happened, Bob was as unenthusiastic as always and he fell asleep immediately afterwards. Jan had retreated to the bathroom and masturbated, realizing that the brief interlude with Lynn earlier that day had been more pleasurable and exciting than the entire act with her husband. When she finally orgasmed in the bathroom, her mind was on her exciting new neighbor. As her birthday approached, Jan realized again that no one apparently remembered or cared. Since no one else would do it, she laid her plans carefully for her own party. Eric was out of state at a concert, the twins were away on a Boy Scout camp-out upstate, and Janie was staying over the weekend at Sara's house. Jan bought new lingerie, put on her best dress, cooked Bob's favorite meal, and waited to surprise him. He came home early and asked her to pack him a bag, not even noticing her dress or hair or the wine bottle and two glasses.

"Pack?" she asked.

"Yeah, I have to fly to Cleveland in two hours. That idiot White is about to lose the Lippman account, and the big bosses are sending me out with a new proposal."

"But it's Friday! Can't you wait till Monday to go?"

"Can't, honey, I have to get out there and get the team up to speed."

Jan packed his bag while he ran printouts from the computer in his den. She knew it was no use arguing with him, and by the time he was ready to leave, she was thoroughly depressed.

Bob looked at her and tilted his head. "Don't look so down, honey. I'll be back Monday evening and I know you can use the time to yourself. It's not all bad." Then he kissed her and left.

So now Jan sat alone and devastated, staring at the empty wine glasses, feeling like not a single soul in the world cared about her. She felt numb, and when the doorbell rang, it startled her. She thought about ignoring it, but she was so lonely now, she'd be happy for any company at all. When she walked to the door and opened it, she found Lynn standing there.

The tall blonde was wearing tight jogging pants and a halter top. She held a dumbbell in each hand. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and she was sweating, her skin glistening with sweat. The halter that covered her breasts was tight enough to reveal that her nipples were extremely large.

Lynn gazed at her. "Jan, are you all right?"

"All right? Yes, why?"

"I saw you from the street just sitting there, and you looked like the end of the world had arrived. I waved but you didn't seem to see me. I thought I should mind my own business, but I was worried about you."

"Worried?"

"Yes, you looked so down,"

"I'm all right," Jan began. Then she shook her head. "Oh, who am I kidding? It's my birthday and I'm alone and no one cares," she blurted out.

Lynn smiled. "Happy birthday," she said in that soft, raspy whisper.

Jan responded in a flat monotone. "Thanks."

"I was going to go out tonight, but how would you feel about some company?"

"No, I wouldn't want to ruin your evening."

Lynn chuckled. "I wasn't really up for going out anyway, and now I have a good excuse to stay home."

"Are you sure?" Jan thought her voice sounded pathetically hopeful.

"Just let me run home and get showered and changed. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"All right, we can have dinner together. It's all prepared."

As she watched Lynn turn and walk away, Jan felt happy that someone seemed to care about her. She barely knew the woman, but anyone would be welcome now. Then she felt a bolt of uncertainty as she remembered she'd be alone with a woman who had kissed her like she'd never been kissed before.

When Lynn returned, she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Her hair was still wet and she carried a blue overnight bag. Jan welcomed her in and they enjoyed the dinner Jan had labored over for her husband. After dinner the two women retired to the living room, where Jan closed the blinds as Lynn poured the wine. They both sat on the sofa and sipped wine and talked.

Jan pretended not to notice as Lynn gently steered the conversation towards sex. She felt excited and alive for the first time in ages. The frank admiration in Lynn's eyes was obvious and made her feel sexy and wanted.

"How is it you're alone on your birthday?" Lynn asked. "I would think your husband would plan a quiet evening together and a not so quiet night."

"He never remembers unless I hint, and this year I didn't."

"Why not?"

"I've been feeling very unappreciated. I was hoping he'd surprise me... and in a way he did."

"By going away?"

"Yes."

"He's a fool." Lynn had evident anger in her voice.

Jan smiled. "Oh, he isn't that bad, he just isn't very romantic."

"Well, if you were mine I wouldn't let you out of bed on your birthday."

Jan gave a nervous laugh when she saw the seriousness in the blonde woman's face. An awkward silence followed, and Jan felt herself becoming tense.

At last, Jan said: "What could you possibly see in me?"

"I told you. You remind me of someone."

"Was she special?"

Lynn nodded. "Very special. She was the woman who made me understand I was gay."

A long silence followed, and then finally Jan said: "I know it's a very personal question, and if you don't want to answer, I understand, but could you tell me about it? Your first time I mean..."

Jan blushed. She wasn't sure how much of the emotion now gripping her was due to curiosity, how much to the wine, and how much to her sexual needs.

Lynn looked at her curiously, and then a distant look came into Lynn's eyes as she recalled a memory.

"I was nineteen. She was in her forties and my mother's best friend. I came home from college one weekend after my high school sweetheart had dumped me. We'd been fighting for several months and I was tired of his macho bullshit. But it still hurt. Monica, my mother's friend, just happened to show up and find me crying my eyes out. She comforted me and then seduced me, right there in our living room. We carried on an affair for two years."

"Why did you break it off? Or did she?"

"A Chesterson bureau."

"What?"

"We were having sex in her bedroom one weekend when I was home from college and her husband was away. It was getting late and I was supposed to leave, but she wanted to do something else. She had me bent over an antique Chesterson bureau and was tearing me up with her strap-on when her husband walked in."

"Oh lord."

"Yes," Lynn replied with a smirk. "Oh lord, indeed. He demanded a divorce, of course. She agreed to amiable terms if he'd leave me out of it, but he told my folks. They freaked and sent me away to a private boarding college. I cried for months. All I could think about was her. That last unfinished time together haunted me for years. And that damn Chesterson bureau. I found out much later that she tried to contact me, but my parents made sure she couldn't. I never saw her again."

"That's tragic," Jan said, her voice soft.

"Yes it is," Lynn said with a sad expression. "It's water under the bridge, though. Now tell me about your first time,"

"I--I've never been with another woman," Jan said as she felt a hot blush rise to her cheeks.

"Really?"

Jan laughed. "I already told you that the first time we met."

"You never said it directly, but it doesn't matter. We'll just have to change that now won't we?" Lynn said as she moved closer to Jan.

Jan felt as though she were sixteen years old, a boy flirting with her and moving in on her. Except she wasn't sixteen, she was pushing forty, and the woman moving in on her was no boy.

Lynn placed a hand on Jan's knee and leaned closer to her. That simple touch sent a stab of excitement racing through Jan. She could feel the softness of Lynn's skin and at the same time the strength in her hand. She looked up into Lynn's face, but before she could say anything the blonde's lips pressed against her own.

Jan's lips parted instantly, without conscious thought, and Lynn's tongue quickly slipped between them. Jan had been expecting the kiss, even anticipating it. The first kiss weeks ago had been so powerful, she wanted more. But what happened next was unexpected. Lynn pressed her body forward, forcing Jan backwards until she fell back on the sofa. Jan threw her arms around Lynn's neck, and in a moment she found herself lying back on the sofa with her head on the arm and Lynn's body on top of her. Jan's feet were still on the floor, and she could feel the gentle pressure Lynn exerted to get her to change position.

Jan had a vague urge to break the embrace, but she was powerless to do more than kiss back. The feelings that the kiss weeks ago had roused within her returned with a vengeance, as if being suppressed for the intervening two weeks had made them even stronger. Lynn lifted her own body on her arms and toes and Jan raised her legs beneath the blonde, parting her legs so that now Lynn lay between them.

Lynn seemed to sense Jan's hunger as she continued the passionate kiss. Her hands roamed over Jan's body. Jan had never been kissed so thoroughly, nor had she ever felt such an all-consuming need. She could do little more than suck desperately at Lynn's active tongue and whimper.

Lynn's hand slid over Jan's knee, over her stocking top, and finally to the crotch of her panties. Jan gasped as jagged bolts of pleasure tore at her. Nothing in her experience had prepared her for such powerful reactions. Even at it's best, sex with her husband had been bland compared to what she was feeling now.

Lynn's hand cupped Jan's sex and gently massaged it through her panties. Within moments, Jan could feel herself beginning to respond to the stimulation. Then Lynn removed her hand and settled herself between Jan's legs. She placed her hands on Jan's shoulders and broke the kiss. Breathless and flushed with excitement, Jan felt the blood rushing to her cheeks.

"This was what I was hoping for," Lynn said in a husky whisper.

She dropped her mouth to Jan's neck and began to lick, starting just under her chin and working down to the hollow between her collarbones. The warm tongue caused Jan to groan. She was intensely aware of the pressure of Lynn's pelvis between her legs. As Lynn nipped at her skin, Jan's fingers dug into the blonde's back.

"You're such a hottie," Lynn said as she gazed into Jan's eyes.

Jan blushed. "Do you really think so?"

"I do, and I'd love to fuck you," Lynn said, her eyes locked on Jan's.

"Lynn!"

"What?"

"I'm a married woman."

"So?"

"So this isn't right." Jan squirmed underneath the blonde. Lynn leaned on her hip and returned her hand to Jan's panties. The blonde's finger stroked gently up and down the smooth satiny crotch, and Jan gasped in pleasure.

"I'll tell you what isn't right," Lynn said. "It's your birthday and your husband left you alone. He didn't even remember, and your hot little pussy is just dying for some attention,"

Jan could only lie there silently. Lynn's words were true and she knew it. Her anger and loneliness may have led her here, but she was dying for it, and she couldn't deny it any longer.

Lynn said: "Now let's get you more comfortable, shall we?"

Jan hesitated as Lynn sat up. This was no longer a joke, no longer an act to make her feel better. This was now serious and she realized it had been serious from the beginning. Did she dare? In twenty years of marriage, she had never been unfaithful to Bob. Then she thought: But in twenty years of marriage, he's never given me such a nice evening on my birthday either.

As Lynn caught Jan's hands and helped her to her feet, Jan thought: If I'm going to stop this, I'd better do it now. But she already knew she did not want to stop it.

The younger woman took Jan in her arms and kissed her again. This time Jan noticed that Lynn's tongue was more insistent, her hands moving boldly down her back to caress her ass. All hesitation was gone now, and Jan did not protest when Lynn pulled the zipper of her dress down, nor when Lynn broke the kiss and peeled the dress from her shoulders, pushing it down her torso and over her hips to have it fall in a pile at her feet.

Jan blushed madly and lowered her eyes. She was wearing her new lingerie, lingerie she'd bought to tempt her husband, and now the lingerie was on display for Lynn. The sheer white merry-widow did much to improver her figure. It forced her ample breasts up and slimmed her waist. White stockings made her legs look sleek and sexy, and only a tiny thong hid her pubic mound from view.

"Beautiful," Lynn whispered.

Jan raised her eyes in time to see the top of Lynn's head as it descended to her chest. Lynn kissed the top slope of her left breast and slowly worked downward while her hands gently lifted the breasts and squeezed them. Her hands were gentle and loving, both firm and soft at the same time, their touches alternating between gentle caresses and strong kneading. Lynn took her time, licking and nipping the soft globes of flesh, and when Lynn finally took a nipple into her mouth, Jan thought she'd explode. She felt her knees growing weak and she grabbed Lynn's shoulders to steady herself.

No one had ever paid such loving attention to her breasts, and Jan felt a pang of regret that she had gone so long without knowing how good it felt. Lynn continued to tongue her sensitive nipples while she slowly maneuvered Jan back to the sofa. When they reached the sofa, Lynn raised her head and gave Jan a gentle shove that sent her sprawling on her back on the sofa cushions.

Jan looked up as Lynn caught the hem of her shirt and whisked it over her head. The blonde wore no bra and her pert breasts stood out proudly, capped by coral colored aureoles and extremely large, prominent nipples. She slid her hands down and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them open just enough for Jan to see that her panties were red.

"Want more?" Lynn said in a teasing voice.

"Yes."

"You first, then."

Jan placed her feet on the sofa and lifted her ass while she quickly pulled the thong down to her ankles and then tossed it to the floor. Lynn smiled and shucked her jeans and panties at once, giving Jan her first look at her neighbor's sex. She hadn't seen another woman naked since college, and she'd never openly stared as she did now. Lynn's hips were trim and her thighs seemingly strong and muscular. She was clean-shaven, and Jan could see practically everything. She found herself staring at the soft smooth skin of Lynn's mound and the delicate pinkish lips of her sex.

Lynn glided over to the sofa and leaned over the arm until she fell forward, her face just above Jan's hairy mound. She looked up at Jan and her eyes sparkled as she took in the sight of the older housewife spread out before her.

"Relax," Lynn said in that bedroom voice, and Jan could only nod.

Jan felt Lynn's fingers on either side of her pubic mound, the fingers gently massaging while Lynn's lips brushed her inner thigh. The feeling was incredible, Bob never gave her head; he thought it was disgusting. Lynn, in contrast, had a look on her face as though she were in heaven. For a moment, Jan wondered exactly what it was like to be on Lynn's side. Then her mind snapped back to her sex as Lynn's lips touched her pussy for the first time.

She loves doing it, Jan thought. That was the real difference. Lynn loved doing it and she was the first ever.

Lynn pried the sticky lips apart and her tongue burrowed between them, searching out the corners. Jan felt as though she were being devoured alive. Lynn's tongue was warm and soft and seemed to be everywhere at once. Now on her clitoral hood, now along her outer lips, now thrusting into her slick channel, now licking her inner folds, but not as separate discernable touches, rather as one flowing stream of sensation. So lovely, Jan thought. Lynn's mouth taking her like this. Her hips bounced on the sofa as her hands caressed her breasts. She rolled her nipples, adding more electricity to her overcharged system. She was close to orgasm in no time. She could feel the build up of pressure in her belly, the tightening and relaxing of her muscles. But Lynn stopped suddenly.

"No," Jan groaned.

"Ready for your birthday present?"

"Yes, just don't stop,"

"Patience, I'll be right back," Lynn said, rising and moving towards her carryall. She took out a harness and deftly buckled it around her trim waist. Turning, she walked slowly back to the sofa.

Jan's eyes remained glued to the red dildo, to the long smooth cock that bobbed up and down with Lynn's movements. The cock had an upward curve, the shaft an arc. Like a Japanese sword, Jan thought. She was amazed. She was so turned, she could hardly stand it.

Lynn gazed at her. "Do you like it?" Her hand slowly stroked the head and shaft.

Jan could not take here eyes off the cock.

"I never--" Jan began.

Without waiting for Jan's response, Lynn slipped between Jan's splayed thighs. Sitting on her knees with her feet tucked under her behind, the blonde guided the red dildo into Jan's dew covered pussy. She slowly pressed forward with her hips.

Jan felt the blunt tip force its way between her lips and then slide deeper inside her. Lynn kept her eyes glued to the juncture of their bodies, carefully guiding the cock into the older woman. Jan had never felt so full before. She'd never wanted something so badly. She gasped as the red invader probed deeper and deeper. Finally, Jan felt the smooth skin of Lynn's hips on her thighs. The blonde fell forward, catching herself on her arms, and then she lowered herself until her chest rested on Jan's. Lynn's face now floated above Jan's face, filling Jan's vision as Lynn's cock filled her pussy.

Lynn pressed her lips to Jan's and a long kiss followed, their tongues circling each other. When the kiss broke, Lynn smiled and said: "Happy Birthday, honey."

"Thank you," Jan whispered.

Lynn began to fuck her then, long slow strokes that allowed Jan to feel the red dildo sliding in and out of her. Lynn watched Jan's face intently as she worked her hips back and forth, creating an unbearably pleasurable friction. Jan gasped and raised her hips to meet each downward stroke, and without warning she began to come. She fought the rising tide, she wanted the fucking to last forever, but she couldn't stop the orgasm.

Lynn grunted: "Come for me, birthday girl." She drove the dildo in again and again with short rapid stabs.

That was all it took. Jan's orgasm overwhelmed her resistance then. She cried out as the thick and heady waves of pleasure assailed her mind. Her body jerked and spasmed, and through it all the red dildo continued to saw into her as Lynn's hips rose and fell.

While Jan came down from her superexcited state, Lynn rose and removed the harness. She knelt on the floor and kissed Jan again.

"Oh, Lynn that was incredible," Jan moaned.

"I am glad you enjoyed it."

"I want to make you feel good too."

"Don't worry about me."

"No, really, what do I do?"

"Nothing, I'm fine. Really, I'm just happy you came so hard."

Jan stared intently into Lynn's face, studying the blonde's eyes, and in a blinding flash she knew what she wanted. She rose without a word, took Lynn by the hand, grabbed the harness from the floor and tugged Lynn to her feet.

"What are you up to?" Lynn asked, but Jan did not respond. She led her new lover upstairs to the bedroom, and once in the big room, she stepped into the harness and after some difficulty buckled it on. Lynn was staring at her now, almost as if she were in a trance.

Jan approached the dresser, and with a single swipe of her arm, knocked everything on it to the floor. She held the red cock in one hand and stroked it slowly, and with the other she patted the dresser.

"Come on, lover," Jan cooed. "It's not as nice as a Chesterson bureau, but it'll have to do."

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Irish Eyes

The big Jag pulled into an empty parking place at the top of the cliff. The Irish sea roiled under storm clouds beyond the guard rail. A woman emerged from the powerful car and walked hesitantly to the rail, tall and graceful in high heels. She was old now, nearing her fifty-first birthday, but still striking, body lush and curvy, the legs still well toned in their black stockings. Her white silk blouse did little to hide a bust that had been called the highest peaks in county Mayo when she was young. Her face was lined now, but the small wrinkles gave her an air of dignity and elegance, as did the silver crown of hair. Her green eyes were beautiful and vibrant, although today they had a far away quality.

She glanced back at the small park behind her. When she'd left Ireland, the park had been a wood, wild and untamed. Now there were several tourists in loud clothes with cameras strung to their necks. An elderly couple sat on a bench and a young woman with dark hair sat on a blanket on the ground. The young woman seemed to be staring at Katherine, but Katherine decided that the girl was probably staring at the sea.

What did you expect? Katherine asked herself. It was thirty years ago, a promise made by silly young lovers in the heat of passion. Marianne would probably be laughing if she knew you had traveled all the way here to keep that date. Marianne. The image of the small dark girl flashed before her eyes, Marianne dressed in the same dress she had worn that warm summer's eve. Romantic old fool, she thought and turned back to the sea.

Her thoughts came one after the other in a jumble, almost spoken aloud: She should go now. She'd wasted a great deal of her time on this trip and her company would go downhill fast if she didn't look after it. She'd been foolish to come, and she would skip the rest of her stay and fly back tonight; she should just be able to get to Shannon and catch the flight to Heathrow. She would never come back; this was her last time to touch her native soil. Too bad it ended on a sad note, but at least she had a chance to visit her mother's grave and say goodbye.

"Excuse me," a heavily accented voice said, interrupting her thoughts.

"Yes?" Katherine said, turning to find herself staring into Marianne's eyes. Deep green pools, with the distinctive circle of hazel coloring around the pupil. Only these eyes were young and belonged to the dark haired girl who'd been sitting on the blanket.

"Would you be Katherine O'Leary?"

"Barrington. It's Katherine Barrington now. But yes, I was Katherine O'leary once, long ago."

"My name's Heather. Heather Fitzhugh,"

The name meant nothing to Katherine. She had known a few Fitzhughs in her day, but none she had been close to, and certainly none knew she was coming to Ireland. She tried to think, but she could not tear her gaze away from those eyes.

She said: "I'm sorry, but I don't know you."

"No, but you knew my mother, Marianne McQuire," the girl said with a smile.

Katherine was shocked. But she could see it now. The resemblance was uncanny, save for the girl's light complexion.

"She asked me to give you this," the girl continued, handing Katherine a yellowed envelope.

Katherine's hands were shaking as she carefully tore it open. The paper inside had been lilac-colored once, but it too was beginning to show the discoloration of the envelope.

Dearest Katherine, I regret I'll be unable to keep our date. I've never forgotten our date, never forgotten you or those nights of passion on the cliff. I have cancer and the doctors give me only another month to live. I'm entrusting this letter to my youngest daughter. She's devoted and a good child, the only one of my five I can trust, and I hope she finds you on the cliff. I still love you...

Marianne

The letter was dated almost ten years ago. Katherine felt the tears well in her eyes. The world faded into the background as her sorrow rose. Thirty years had not diminished the feelings at all. Mixed with grief was elation that she had not been forgotten.

"Are you all right?" the girl said.

"Yes, child. Thank you," Katherine replied as she wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to compose herself.

The young woman spoke in a soft voice: "I've guarded that letter for over half my life, and at times the temptation to open it was almost more than I could bear. At other times I wanted to throw it into the sea. My mother spent three days writing it, and she passed away the day after it was done. I felt so cheated that that letter was more important to her than I was. I know you owe me nothing, but if you would let me read it, I'd be eternally grateful."

Katherine hesitated, then handed the letter to the girl. Although she wanted to conceal her affair with the girl's mother, she could not resist that soft pleading voice.

The girl read the letter and then looked at Katherine with an unreadable expression.

"You were lovers?"

Katherine nodded. "Yes."

"And you made a date over thirty years ago?"

"Yes."

"And you kept it, and my mother would have if she could have. I never knew."

"I'm sorry, child."

"Please, call me Heather. And don't be sorry, I appreciate this glimpse into my mother more than you can know. I was only nine when she passed away, and afterwards no one would tell me about her. Father remarried immediately and my stepmother was extremely jealous of memories of my mother. No one was allowed to say her name in my stepmother's presence."

"Your mother was a very special woman."

"Would you tell me about her?"

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The small pub in the nearby village was almost empty now. Katherine had spent almost the whole day telling Heather of her mother. It had been a nostalgic, sometimes bitter tale, but the girl seemed grateful for the story.

"I don't understand," the girl said. "If you loved each other so much, why did you leave Ireland?"

"Times were different then. She was to marry on her twentieth birthday and I was betrothed to a man who made his fortune in the new world. It isn't like today, neither of us were prepared to defy convention. Women who love each other have many more options now than we did back then."

"Not really."

"Yes really. I married well, raised a family, outlived my husband, own my own company, and have many female lovers. Thirty years ago, owning my own company would have been reason enough to ostracize me," Katherine said.

"Did you plan to make love to my mother today?"

The question left Katherine speechless for a moment. How does one answer such a question? The girl's closeness was disconcerting. She looked too much like her mother. Katherine suspected the girl was a lesbian too. The young woman had been giving off all the nonvocal signals, but still Katherine hesitated.

"It was a date made thirty years ago. I didn't know what to expect," Katherine said, trying to be as tactful as she could.

The girl seemed deflated by the answer, and Katherine suddenly realized the girl had been receiving such delicate, tactful, evasive answers all her life.

"But I did get a room at the inn," Katherine said, "in the hope we would go there."

"Can I see it? I'd like very much to see the room."

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The room was small, with the queen bed taking up most of it. A room in a quaint little seaside cottage. Katherine was not sure why the girl had asked to come here, or why she had brought her. She had never been able to refuse anything to the girl's mother, and she felt exactly like that with this girl.

The girl said: "This is where you planned to bring my mother? To have sex with her?"

"Yes."

"Will you take me instead?"

Katherine was stunned. She looked at the young woman, but the girl's face was serious and betrayed only a trace of apprehension. Katherine suddenly wanted her, wanted to make love to this girl as strongly as she had hungered after the girl's mother. But she hesitated.

"Please?" the girl said.

"You don't know what you're asking."

A flush came to the girl's face. "I'm not a novice. I know exactly what I'm asking. I'm asking you to make love to me, as you planned on making love to my mother. Please? I'm begging you."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure. You're the only person who has ever told me anything about her. I know she loved you. She would have been here if she could. Maybe I want to be her replacement so she can rest well. Maybe I just find you attractive. Maybe I hope to learn something of who she was, by who she loved."

Katherine said nothing. When the silence became unbearable she asked: "You said you were no novice. Have you been to bed with another woman before?"

The girl nodded. "Yes, I've had a few lovers. I never knew my mother... If only I had I could have talked to her."

Katherine enfolded the young woman in her arms and held her tightly. The girl hugged back with surprising strength, as if trying to capture some part of Katherine's essence. Heather was looking up at her now, those large eyes drawing her in like her mother's had. Katherine gently bent her head and placed her lips on Heather's.

It was a soft kiss, merely a pressing of their lips together. Katherine was not sure how far this would go, and she expected the young woman to back out at any moment. When she felt no hesitation at all, she pressed her tongue against the girl's soft yielding lips. Those lips parted easily and her tongue penetrated into the warm wet cavern of the girl's mouth. She tasted like cinnamon, sweet and delicate. As Katherine's tongue explored the girls mouth, the girl's tongue began to respond, gently caressing Katherine's. The kiss endured, timeless and breathless, and then finally it broke.

A heat was upon them both, and Heather seemed to be consumed with a fire that Katherine had never seen in her lovers before. The girl's fingers plucked at the buttons of Katherine's blouse, trembling so violently she seemed incapable of undoing them.

Katherine quickly helped, removing her blouse as the girl watched. The girl's whole body seemed to be trembling now, her eyes glued to Katherine's lacy purple bra. Katherine gently maneuvered the girl to the bed and sat her down on the edge of it. She caught up the hem of the girl's shirt and tugged it over her head, causing the girl's dark hair to spill back over her shoulders. Heather's bra was a simple white affair. Her breasts were small, almost dainty, and the white satin cups seemed molded to them.

Katherine turned and undid her skirt, dropped it to the floor and then stepped out of it. She wore lace-trimmed knickers, a suspender belt and stockings. The same type of underwear she'd worn with Marianne so long ago. She smiled when she noticed Heather's eyes drinking in the sight of her in her old fashioned underwear. Heather's eyes were glued to her, following her every movement. The girl may have had lovers before, but Katherine realized that if the girl was telling the truth, then her lovers had been the aggressors. Unlike her mother, she seemed very shy.

Katherine had had many lovers, and in her time she had been quite the butch. As she had grown older and more sure of herself, she had realized she was neither fully butch nor femme. She enjoyed dressing and acting like a lady and she found women who did so attractive. She also found butches exciting. She had long ago dropped the labels and simply enjoyed whatever she was in the mood for at the time. This girl was so like Marianne in beauty, but so unlike her in temperament. She felt a maternal feeling for the girl, but an undeniable hunger as well. It had been over a year since she had taken a younger lover. She was reaching the point where she enjoyed the slower, more relaxed approach of older women.

Katherine unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor too. Her bountiful breasts spilled out. They were no longer able to support themselves, but were still an impressive pair. She stood before Heather and watched as the girl tentatively reached out to stroke one of the breasts. The contact felt as soft as a feather, and sent a thrill directly to Katherine's aching sex.

Katherine controlled her lust and let the girl gently stroke and explore, not rushing her. Eventually the girl leaned forward and took Katherine's left nipple in her warm mouth. From simply holding it there, she rapidly progressed to suckling like a child, pulling hungrily at the hardened nipple. Katherine loved having her nipples sucked and resisted the temptation to do anything. She merely let the girl do what the girl seemed inclined to do, and before long Katherine felt the beginnings of an orgasm building. She gently removed her breast from the girl's mouth and smiled.

"Lets get you naked," Katherine whispered as her hands slid down Heather's shoulders and unhooked her bra. The small breasts literally bounced when the bra came off. Delicate pink nipples were revealed in the evening light. Heather seemed to need no more encouragement. The girl unbuttoned her jeans, and Katherine caught the legs and tugged them off. The girl's legs were well shaped and long for her size. After that, they both removed the cotton panties, revealing Heather's sex.

Katherine dropped to her knees and placed her hands on heather's thighs. "Lie back," Katherine commanded.

Heather complied, lying back as Katherine examined her sex up close. The lips were thin and a deep red, gaping slightly to show the bright pink inner folds. A single drop of the girl's natural lubricant decorated the small opening. Katherine kissed the girl's inner thigh and felt a shiver run through her body. She toyed with the dark pubic triangle with her fingers as her tongue glided to the sensitive crease where thigh joined torso. Heather moaned softly and Katherine moved closer to her center.

Then Katherine stopped. Reluctantly, she abandoned the girl's pussy and stood back up. There was plenty of time, and she wanted to take it slowly with this girl. She was not too concerned with her own pleasure right now, she had long ago passed the stage of needing it so badly she couldn't think of anything else. Sex to her was a diversion to be savored, each thrill to be enjoyed for all it was worth. She still became overheated, still went crazy sometimes, but tonight her prime concern was to make this young woman feel wonderful from head to toe.

She gently lowered the French knickers and stepped out of them, aware of Heather's hungry eyes on her every movement. Katherine saw the smoldering lust in the girl's eyes as she stared at her fleshy sex. Katherine's pubic hair was still reddish, although it too was slowly turning silvery white. Her lips were thick and red and she knew the girl could see them peeking out from the cleft between her legs. Knowing the girl was staring sent shivers through Katherine's body.

Katherine returned to the bed and lay down next to the girl. They kissed again, Katherine holding Heather's face in her hands as their tongues danced in the girl's mouth. Heather seemed unsure of what to do with her own hands, and her hands fluttered here and there, never resting. Katherine broke the kiss and rolled onto her back.

"Go ahead," she said quietly.

"Go ahead and what?" heather asked, her voice tremulous and hesitant.

"Explore dear, do what you wish."

The girl reached out to tentatively caress Katherine's breasts again. At first the caresses were soft and restrained, but soon they grew bolder. Heather's hands were like silk, and Katherine sighed in pleasure as the girl began to knead her breasts. Soon Heather's hand trailed down Katherine's belly to stop at the very top of her mound.

"Yes," Katherine hissed, drawing out the sibilant sound at the end of the word as the girl's fingers moved lower. Heather's fingers became bolder and began to explore Katherine's sex. In no time, Katherine found herself bucking against the small hands. She had not intended to orgasm, but the young woman seemed to want her too, and she was unable to resist.

The girl's fingers found Katherine's clitoris and she began to rub it in short circular motions. Katherine wondered again about the girl's experience as she came. Delicious tremors ran through her body, originating in her sex and rippling outward like water in a pond when a stone is tossed into it. She came down slowly, the girl's fingers still gently caressing her.

Katherine pulled the girl's body onto hers in reverse, the girl's legs straddling her head in a classic sixty-nine position. Katherine applied her tongue to the girl's inner thigh, working upwards. Heather's sighs and whimper's told her the girl was enjoying it. Katherine nearly lost her mind when she felt Heather gently kiss the top of her mound. Heather's mother had been voracious, licking and sucking with wild abandon. The daughter seemed to be a gentle and reserved soul, but that only made it sweeter to Katherine.

She traced her tongue along the small lips of Heather's sex, taking her time, teasing the girl until her bottom was humping up and down. Only when she could see the thick juices covering the young woman's delicate flower did she push her tongue between the satiny lips. The taste was wonderful, sweet as fresh honey.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Katherine pried the girl's lips apart and dove into the pussy. Using long slow strokes of her tongue, she caressed the inner folds, flattening her tongue when near the entrance to the girl's vagina. Heather seemed to be taking her cues from Katherine, and it felt strange to the older woman to feel each of her tongue's actions mimicked on her own sex. Almost like pleasuring myself, she thought.

Heather bucked against Katherine now, obviously in the grip of strong passion as Katherine's questing tongue found the entrance and probed it. The opening was hot, slick, and incredibly tight, flavored with Heather's nectar. The younger woman's tongue fell behind, losing contact with Katherine's sex again and again as moans and sighs escaped from her lips.

Katherine reluctantly abandoned this area to move downwards to the now visible bud of Heather's clitoris. She used the tip of her tongue, sawing it from side to side between her lips to give Heather's clitoris velvety soft caresses. She gently forced a finger into the girl's tight vagina, feeling the silky soft passage and thrilling to the inner muscles as they gripped the her finger. She took the little pebble between her lips then and sucked hard while still lashing it with her tongue. Heather groaned and came, her orgasm rocking her small frame, her mouth ceasing its work on Katherine's sex.

Katherine now began an assault on the girl's senses. She used her tongue like a tiny cock to fuck into and out of the tunnel. She used it like a rapier, just the tip, to feather the girl's erect clitoris, and she used it like a rag to soak up the copious juices now issuing from the girl. Like a virtuoso violinist, pulling a sonata from a fine violin, Katherine wrung orgasm after orgasm from the girl's body. Eventually, Heather screamed out in the throes of an intense climax, and Katherine's face was quickly coated with Heather's sticky cream.

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Darkness, the cool darkness of evening. A fresh breeze of the sea brought with it the smells of the ocean. Heather lay in Katherine's arms, gently nursing. She had been like this for over an hour. Shaking occasionally as an aftershock tore through her. Finally, the girl released Katherine's aching nipple.

"Thank you," Heather said.

"It was my pleasure. Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"And I feel closer to my mother. I know now what kind of woman she gave her heart to."

"I'll miss her," Katherine said. "Once we talked of running away to America together."

"I've never been to America."

"It's a strange and wonderful place, but not as beautiful as Ireland."

Heather raised her head and looked deeply into Katherine's eyes. The older woman felt her will slip away. Like her mother's eyes, heather's eyes were like an opiate to Katherine, draining away her will to do anything but please their owner.

"Will you show America to me?"

Katherine smiled. "Whenever your heart desires."

Heather looked down on her then, those green eyes sparkling as she took the nipple back into her mouth and returned to nursing.

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Such a Smile

Such a smile. It pulled you inward. It drew you forward and toward it. It made you spiral. Completely perfect. Perfect teeth. Perfect lips. It made you want to kiss her. Kiss her? She's a woman for god's sake. I'm a woman for god's sake. What is up with me? I'm not a lesbian! I'm in a committed relationship with a man that I greatly care for. Well, yes, it could be better I suppose. Roger could be a bit selfish at times and it would be nice if he helped more with the domestic chores. But, we enjoy each other's company and the sex is good, mostly. And we've built a comfortable home together and life together. We were pleasantly content ... yeah, that's how I would describe it, pleasantly content.

So why should a smile affect me so? Fluster me so? And from a woman!

I work for a foundation, which funds various charitable causes. To raise money for our foundation, we annually hold a reception at some fancy hotel or another to which we sell corporate sponsorships. In turn, the corporations receive invitations that permit various employees within their organizations to attend the reception. Because of that, it is not unusual to see many unfamiliar faces at these functions - you never know who at the corporation will take possession of the invitations. And so it was with her - Miss Make-My-Knees-Wilt-With-Her-Smile. Who was she? What corporate entity did she represent? She was in a small circle of people across the room from me, obviously the center of attention of everyone around her. She clearly captivated the attention of other's also- not just me.

She was dressed smartly in a dark gray, pinstriped suit with a skirt that ended just above her knees. Under the jacket she wore a light colored camisole of delicate lace. It was actually lingerie. It was brave of her to wear it - I could not! But she was so sensual in her looks and the way she moved that she could wear it and carry it off. In fact, for her not to have been so daring would have seemed unimaginable. She had such grace and poise and confidence. Her hair was dark brown and pulled back and delicately held up with beautiful mother-of-pearl hair clips. Everything about her said money and style, but not ostentatiously. There was no hint that she was pretentious or condescending.

Every chance I got, I sought her out with my eyes in the room. But, the room was quite full and my opportunities to view her were fleeting. Others would cross into the intervening areas between us and obscure my ability to see her. Yet, I could not shake the unmistakable feeling that as I was watching her, she too was watching me. "That's just vanity", I told myself. "You only wish she were."

Though I would liked to have followed this exquisite creature around all evening, watching her, observing her, I knew I must feign some semblance of attending my duties as hostess and thus I soon put her from my mind as best I could. I worked the room, visiting with corporate representatives, thanking them for their generous contributions to our foundation and assuring them that their money would be well spent and would help meet all manner of needs. Thus being distracted, it was with some surprise when I heard someone behind me call my name.

"Ashton."

I turned round to see who had addressed me. It was her! How did she know my name? Had we met sometime prior that I had forgotten? And the way she spoke my name - it sent butterflies all through my tummy. She had the most lovely accent; European, but that was as best as I could place it. When she said my name it came out as "Osh-tun" except the 't' sound was harder than a 't', yet softer than a 'd'. Never had I heard my name spoken so. It literally made me wet my panties slightly, though I was unsure if was it lubrication or pee. "I must control myself", I thought.

"Have we met?" I asked.

"No, never", she said. "I asked around the room until I learned your name. Hi, I am Aricela."

More lube or pee. So much for control. She asked for my name? Of who and why? A thousand questions filled my mind and caused it to reel. Surely it has something to do with the foundation.

"Hello, Aricela. That is such a beautiful name. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Oh, thank you. I, too, think you have a lovely name. You are the first Ashton I have ever met."

Her accent was so intoxicating and her smile, that lovely smile that I first noticed about her, was even more overwhelming up close. Her eyes sparkled at me and it seemed they could see into me; exposing every secret of my soul. Ashton, control yourself, I thought. This is business, not personal. And you are not lesbian, remember that.

"Ashton was my grandmother's maiden name. My mother was very close to her. I'm sorry. Which corporation are you with?"

"I am with Xenatek."

Oh, yes. They had purchased a full sponsorship and this was the first year we had approached them. We certainly wished to see them become a long time partner for our foundation.

"Oh yes, Xenatech. The foundation really appreciates your sponsorship and we know you will be pleased with how your contribution is utilized. One of the many ways . . ."

I was just beginning my well rehearsed spiel when she cut me off.

"Ashton, Xenatech appreciates everything that your organization is doing with our donation, but that is not why I came over to meet you."

Now I was confused. Reciting my little speech was so automatic that I hardly knew what to say next. I should not have worried. Aricela dominated the conversation for the next few minutes. And what she had to say left me even more speechless.

"I came over here to meet you. I saw you from across the room and I have been following your movements all evening. Ashton, I am not able to take my eyes off of you. I just had to come over and meet you."

I was astonished. I did not know what to say. I mean, okay, yeah, I had been watching her as well, but . . . exactly how was I supposed to react here? I mean, my emotions were all twisted up at this moment and maybe I was misinterpreting what Aricela was saying. If I should say the wrong thing just now there might be severe repercussions for the foundation as well as major embarrassment for myself.

"Uh . . ."

"Ashton, please don't take this wrong or be offended. I just needed to let you know that I think you are incredibly beautiful and . . ."

She paused. Please don't pause just now because I have absolutely no idea what to say. Please, please continue. Thankfully, she did.

"Ashton, would you come home with me?"

Okay, maybe we should have held with the pause. I suppose I knew this coming but I wasn't prepared for it quite yet. My knees were weak. My mouth was dry. The room began to feel very close in. Yes, I know, I know. I had been watching her, too. I also was attracted to her, too. Some, I guess. A little. But I'm not a lesbian.

"I'm not a lesbian."

I sounded like an idiot saying it, but it was all I could think of at that moment. Somehow, it amused Aricela for she burst out laughing when I said it. Was she laughing at me?

"Oh, my dear Ashton. I never presumed that you were." She still seemed bemused at my remark. And if she didn't think I was gay, then what?

"I don't know quite how to put this", she continued. "There is something about the way you carry yourself that exudes femininity and sensuality. You look like a tigress in heat", she growled at me. And she began to laugh again. Not at me, I realized, but at the humor she saw in the entire situation.

I looked down and realized that she had her hand on my arm. How long had it been there? I could not recall her touching me, but now the realization caused that lubricating/peeing sensation again. God, if I don't get somewhere soon I will be a sopping mess, I thought. I looked back up to Aricela's face and then quickly diverted my eyes and just as quickly brought them back to hers. I wanted to look at her, to gaze a long time at her, to gaze longingly at her. But I did not want her to know I was looking at her. She might get the wrong idea. After all, I'm not a lesbian, I thought. Really. But the thought of being with her was, for some reason, enticing. A little. I mean, on a purely speculative level. Not that I would ever do it.

I was about to pull away and say that I must return to the other guests when Aricela leaned in close to my face and whispered in my ear.

"Ashton, give me a few minutes. Then I would like you to meet me out on the balcony. If you are not there, I will know that your answer is no. And if you are there, I will know that you are committing to nothing, but only wish to talk more."

And with that she pulled away and disappeared into the throng of attendees. I could still detect the scent of her perfume in the air swirling about my head. I was still in shock by her requests, by her admissions, and by my body's reactions. Why was I so wet? Why did she affect me so? At this moment I was flustered. Roger never got me flustered. Not like this. What was wrong with me? Maybe I was getting sick.

I glanced over in the direction of the balcony. The French door's leading out to it were open. Well, one thing is certain, I said to myself. I am not going out to the balcony because there is no point in it. This is not going to happen. If I were lesbian, then yes, I would readily go out there and meet Aricela. She was exquisite. She was impeccable. She was sensual. Hell, she was downright fucking sexy, I admit it. But I'm not lesbian. So I'm not going.

I began to walk in the opposite direction. But then I saw Beth, one of our consistent donors, near the doors. I had not visited with her thus far this evening and I really should stop by to see her. But I'm not going out to the balcony. I strode across the floor to Beth but someone else walked up to her and began speaking to her. Well, I suppose I shouldn't disturb her now. She's busy. Darn the luck. But I'm not going out those doors. Except, the thought hit me, how would I feel if I were meeting someone on the balcony and they did not show? Okay, maybe I should go out there, but only to set Aricela straight. I will leave her with no false hopes. I will remove any doubt. I shall go and put an end to this. Now. Right away. Once and for all.

I stepped onto the balcony and though the night was warm, I felt goose bumps rise up on my skin. I peered out across the city, looking at all the lights and all the skyscrapers. It was a beautiful night. A beautiful night for love. If only I were a lesbian, this would be so simple. I would go with Aricela in a moment. But I have a boyfriend and, well, okay, maybe I've thought about girls in, you know, 'that way'. But that was back in college and that was behind me. I was grown now and I put anything I may have done in my past behind me. And then I felt a presence beside me.

"Thank you for showing up."

"Aricela . . .", I began.

"I brought you something", she said.

I faced her to see what she meant. Aricela took my hand with one of hers and brought it up. Her other hand was clasped around something which she quickly put into my own hand and folded my fingers around it as she turned to face outward to the city. At first I wasn't sure what she placed there. I opened my fingers gently to look what was there and suddenly realized what it was. Thong panties!

God, there was a gush in my own panties. My nipples were instantly hard within my lacy bra. I was about to protest to Aricela that I could not take her panties when a laughing couple burst onto the balcony from inside to view the city lights. Aricela and I both stood quietly looking out, waiting for a return of privacy. The intrusive couple seemed to be in no particular hurry to return inside, though, remarking on various landmarks they could see from the balcony. I could feel in my hand the dampness that Aricela had deposited in her panties prior to removing them. I don't know why, but some overpowering urge which I could not resist compelled me to surreptitiously bring Aricela's underwear close to my nose and breath in her arousal. Ahh, it made me ache in various places in my body that enjoyed sensual touches and caresses - my breasts, my cunt, my ass, my inner thighs. I sighed, and when I sighed, Aricela smiled. She knew. She knew she had won me. She knew I was hers. Even if only for a night. She knew. And I knew she knew. And all pretensions of resistance left me.

Finally, the couple returned to the party and Aricela and I were alone again. She turned toward me and spoke.

"Ashton, please. Grant me this wish. I don't know why, but I need you. Desperately. Somehow, I sense that you need me the same way."

I could not speak yet. I brought her panties to my nose again and breathed more of her in. I looked down at her skirt, knowing that it alone covered her. Aricela followed my gaze and noticed where it fell. Quickly, she glanced toward the reception room and seeing no one nearby, she grabbed her hem and flashed her cunny at me. It was beautiful. As beautiful and lovely and exquisite and wonderful as she was. And shaved. Totally. I wanted to drop to my knees and bury my face there. To smell her. To taste the nectar contained there. She made me want to act like the lesbian I was not. I took her hand. I would go with her and it was time.

I should have stayed longer at the reception. It was my job. It was my duty. But sometimes you ignore the prudent things and I did so now. Aricela and I made our way to the elevator, which we took to the lobby. We only descended one floor; from the ballroom level to the lobby. Once there, we crossed the spacious lobby to the registration desk. Walking up to the counter, Aricela addressed the clerk behind it.

"We need a room for the night."

The hotel clerk looked at us in a manner which seemed to indicate he knew why we were seeking a room.

"Will you need help with any luggage?"

"No, no luggage", responded Aricela as she flashed a credit card to pay for the room. The clerk gave us that look again.

I felt like trash in front of him, but "Screw him", I thought, "We're adults and can do as we wish. And besides, we are not lesbians, so don't look at us as though we are." And then I realized that Aricela's panties were still in my hand and were visible to him. I quickly put my hand behind my back. And then, for some reason the idea of being a little trashy appealed to me. "We are being naughty", I thought. And with that thought came, you got it - more lubricating pee in my pants! My crotch was so wet.

The clerk passed a room key to Aricela. We turned and headed back to the elevator. Somehow, we could not walk fast enough - at least I could not! The excitement was building within me. This excruciatingly beautiful creature had for some reason picked me of all the women at the reception to be with. My heart was beating fast and I felt I could scarcely breathe. And then I thought, "Oh, shit! Roger! He would be expecting me." I decided that once in the room, I would call him and fabricate some excuse about being delayed.

Upon re-entering the elevator, Aricela turned to me and pushed me against the back wall. She pressed her body hard against me and began to kiss me hard, too. For the first time in my life, a woman's tongue parted my lips and did so forcefully. She was pressed so hard against me that I could hardly breathe and I had to struggle against her grasp. I didn't mind, though. I wanted to struggle against her. I did not want to be able to breathe. I wanted to lose this fight to her. Force me. Fuck me. Treat me like a bitch. Like a slut. Like a cunt. Her legs were straddling one of mine. She was rubbing her puss against my leg. She had hiked her skirt so that her bare cunt was grinding against the leg of my black trousers. I could feel her juices soak through the fabric and onto my leg. And I could smell it. Or was I smelling me. I could not be sure. She unbuckled my belt and pulled it roughly from my waist with a woosh. She grabbed at the snap and zipper of my trousers and they yielded to her with minimal resistance. Aricela's hands were down inside my clothing instantly.

"Oohh - h - h - h."

I was staring at the elevator ceiling in a dazed state, pumping against Aricela's hand rhythmically and uncontrollably. Short, breathy sounds escaped my lips. Never had I experienced arousal such as this or of this magnitude. Never. Accidentally and without my awareness, I dropped Aricela's panties. I missed them later, but perversely it thrilled me to think that some stranger found them there. Someone would know that passion was kindled there.

Thankfully, we had the elevator to ourselves for the duration of the ride. I can't imagine what I would have done should an intruder have interrupted us in our lust filled compartment. I am not certain Aricela would have ceased her ministrations in my pants. I'm not certain I would have let her. But, god - what if someone were there? To be watched as this sweet beautiful creature overpowered me and had her way with me. My head was swirling and my knees could scarcely support me any longer.

Finally, we reached our floor and the doors opened. Stepping out, we headed for our room with Aricela fondling my ass the whole way there. It felt so wickedly, wildly wonderful with her hand pushing the fabric of my pants and panties hard into the crack of my ass; me carrying my belt and holding up my falling pants and looking furtively about the hallway, hoping no one would meet us there and see me in this state. It seemed we could not get to our room quickly enough to continue our lovemaking, but finally we did.

Once the door to our room was open, Aricela drug me across the room by the hand. She headed straight for the bed. The time to close the distance between us and it seemed an eternity. When we finally reached it Aricela pushed me down on my back. She wasted no time in removing my shoes and trousers and pantyhose, flinging each across the floor as they were removed. Now only the thin, moist fabric of my satiny briefs remained between my puss and anything Aricela wished to do to me.

She crawled up between my legs, her eyes fixed on my crotch. She was savoring the look of my protruding vulva. God, having her look so intently, so savagely at my womanhood made me leak again. I swear it felt as though I were peeing myself. I swear I wished I were - it felt so good. Could she see my panties moistening? Could she smell my girl smell there? I wanted her to so badly!

"Breathe me in. Smell me. Bury your nose in me."

I could barely utter my request, but Aricela complied. She knew, she seemed to realize, the intense need I had for her to fulfill my petition. She buried her nose in my triangle. It felt so good. I could only look up at the ceiling and concentrate on her nuzzlings against my crotch. More lube. God, it felt good! I could cum just from this if I allowed myself. But, I don't want to cum yet. God no, not yet.

I finally ventured a glance down at Aricela. She was on her hands and knees between my legs; her eyes almost closed. Her head was bobbing up and down as she explored my supple region. She stuck out her tongue and licked softly at the moist fabric of my underwear. I swear - she looked like a kitten slowly lapping up milk! God, more lube.

Reflexively, I pushed my cunt up to meet her lips. I watched as Aricela bit at my labia bulging through my panties. God, yes - eat me! Suck me in! Swirl your tongue on my clit! As if she knew, she pulled my panty crotch to the side and my puss was free. Her tongue pierced me. The pleasure was too intense for me to lay motionless. I writhed on the bed. I began to crawl backwards on the spread by scooting my elbows and ass along. I must escape this pleasure before it fully consumes me and burns me to a cinder! My cunt was in LOVE with this goddess! But might not the gods strike me, a mere mortal, dead for consorting with this heavenly creature? I should run! I should hide myself! I should escape while opportunity still remained!

But I could not escape. Aricela pulled me back, pulled me to her, made naught of my escape. I knew I would not last much longer - the intensity was so great! And then I realized. The burning intensity that had been steadily growing within my sopping, pulsing, throbbing cunt was not all unbridled arousal. Part of what I had attributed to passion was instead a growing need to pee! I must break free to relieve myself. Soon!

"Stop", I whispered.

Aricela gripped me harder.

"Oh, please stop. I must go", I pled again as I attempted to rise up. Aricela placed a hand on my breast and impeded my forward movement. God, what a fix! I needed to cum and I needed to pee and I was so close to each that one might lead to the other!

"Aricela, I have to stop. Really. I've got to pee." I was embarrassed to have to admit my predicament to her, but I could scarcely put this insistent feeling in my puss off any longer. But apparently Aricela did not hear me properly, for rather than loosen her hold on me, she gripped even tighter.

"Aricela, I have to now!"

"Cum first" I heard her murmur, never removing her face from my cunt. And her coaxing ended my battle. I lost. Or I won. I don't know which except that I did begin to cum. Fiercely.

"AAAaaaahhhhhhhh, SSSSSHHHHIIIIIIIITTTTTTT. FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!! Uhh ... Uhh ... Uhh ... AAAAHHHHHHhhhhhh.... GGGODDDDDDD "

I'm sorry, but when I cum, I get vocal and I utter words that would otherwise make me blush. I have to say the FUCK word at least once, if not more, when I am in the throws of passion. It is the only word that is strong enough to convey the depth and the intensity of my orgasms and of my passion. If anyone knows a more powerful word, please tell me, because even FUCK barely seems to do justice to my feelings.

God, that felt so good! I looked down at Aricela, her mouth still clamped on my puss, and I realized I had finished my cum - but as I feared - I was now peeing in her mouth! I swear I did not mean too! And I tried to stop but couldn't! The pee just kept coming and Aricela just kept her mouth there! It was more than she could contain and was spraying from her mouth from the force that I was gushing out. My eyes filled with tears and I began to sob, even as I still peed. I don't know if I was embarrassed with myself or mad at myself or overwhelmed by the cum or exactly why I was crying. I was a jumble of emotions. I felt my flow begin to ebb and as it did I rolled to my side and buried my face in the covers of the bed and began an all-out, uncontrollable cry. I was so thankful to Aricela for what she had just done to me, yet I could not express it with words, not yet. That made me cry. And, I had just had the best - and I do mean BEST - sex of my entire life and that made me cry. And, I was not a lesbian, but I now found that I loved this woman more than anyone on earth. And that, too, made me cry. And, oh yes, I had just peed in her mouth and that made me cry.

Aricela crawled up from between my legs, past my naked breasts, and up beside my head. She took my head in her hands and pulled my face to hers. Her suit blazer was drenched with pee. I could smell my urine all over her. I felt so ashamed and sobbed uncontrollably.

"Ashton, Ashton, it is okay. Everything is okay."

Aricela's voice was soothing and comforting. And she rocked me and held me and let me fully have my cry. And I cried a long time. And I held onto her. And I nuzzled her. And she hugged me and I hugged her. And as my sobs diminished, I looked down at her breasts still covered by her wet camisole. She had no bra, just breasts and nipples. I loved her breasts and nipples and the way they looked - revealed, yet hidden under her cami. I reached for them.

The first time to ever touch the breast of another woman! Oh, FUCK! I hope you know what I mean by that.

I just rubbed and massaged and squeezed and enjoyed. I took my time and Aricela let me. I explored her. I looked at her. I ... examined her. And Aricela let me. I returned my gaze to her face and studied it. And then I noticed that wetness still surrounded her mouth - wetness that I left there - and shame filled me once again. My gaze dropped; I could not face her.

"Aricela, I'm so sorry."

"For what, dear? You've nothing to be sorry for."

"But, I ... I ... I lost control. In your mouth."

Aricela began to laugh hysterically. Again, she is laughing at me. Do I amuse her or does she think me a total dunce?

"Ashton, it's alright. You did not do anything that I did not enjoy."

I was shocked. Did I hear her right?

"You enjoyed me ... peeing?"

She was smiling at me and she lightly placed her hand on my face.

"Ashton, I have a fetish, actually several, that I enjoy. One of them is watersports."

I took it that watersports had nothing to do with Ski-Doos. Aricela continued.

"I enjoy the warmth of pee, I enjoy the sensation of it flowing. I enjoy the intimacy of it and the naughtiness of it - immeasurably. You did me a favor."

I didn't know what to say, but I began to feel better about what I had done. I smiled. Aricela smiled back. We stared at each other - I'm not sure how long. But I realized during that stare that I wanted more. Not for me, but for Aricela.

"Aricela?"

"Yes?"

"I ... I want you to lay back."

I was hesitant. Not about making love to her. Rather, I was afraid that I would not do it very well. I had never brought a woman off. Never given a woman pleasure. Never treated a woman to the tender pleasures which I myself enjoyed being treated to. I had never tasted of forbidden fruits. I was anxious to do so, yet anxious about doing so.

Aricela sat motionless looking at me for a moment. A Mona Lisa smile appeared on her lips as she slowly tilted back onto the bed. I wanted her. Madly. I wanted to touch her everywhere. I wanted to delve into her - to devour her secret areas, to spread her secret folds, to part her secret divides, to explore her secret locations. But I knew I must go slowly. I must savor this, every detail, every caress, every taste.

I sat looking at her as she lay on the bed with her right arm curled above her head. Her lips smirked at me briefly, as if to say, "I'm all yours." I crawled up her body and lay down upon her, looking at her face to face and peered deeply into her eyes. She was so lovely to behold. I stroked her face with my fingers, then leaned down, pressing my lips to hers. The contact felt so wonderful. Her lips were so soft. I delicately tugged at her lower lip with my own. Finally, I summoned enough courage to slip my tongue into her mouth. Oh, the feeling of kissing a woman! It's incredible. It's indescribable. It's incomparable. I ran my tongue throughout her mouth, detecting its taste, its feel, its warmth, its depths. I held her face in my hands as we entwined our tongues. There were whimpers and smacks and moans and sighs of pleasure as we literally mouthed our love for one another. I could have spent the rest of my life doing nothing more than kissing this amazing woman, but there were other delights to sample. I moved my right hand down to discover some of them.

In my hand, her left nipple was like a hard pea. It was stiff and firm and though small in diameter, it stood tall. Under the satiny feel of her cami, it easily slipped around in my fingers. I broke my kiss with Aricela and moved down to that breast. I wanted that hard nipple in my mouth. I wanted that fleshy globe against my chin. I sucked her tit through the camisole. It made me drunk with passion. I had no sense of anything around us. There was only Aricela, this bed, and myself. The entire universe consisted of this small area. It was enough. There was no need for the rest of the world. Aricela's flesh would sustain me fully.

I needed her naked. I had to see this gorgeous creature nude before me. I began to remove her blazer from her arms, then pulled it from beneath her and tossed it to the side. I grabbed the bottom edge of her cami and lifted it over her head. It went the direction of the blazer. God, she looked so amazing, her pert breasts rising up from her as she lay looking up at me. They were small yet well-formed mounds that desired to be sucked. Or was it that I desired to suck them? Her areola's were dark, but small in diameter - no larger than a dime.

Finally, I reached for the zipper of her skirt at her side. I gently pulled it down. The lower it went, the higher my anticipation soared. My fingers were trembling; I wanted her so intensely. When the zipper bottomed out, I hooked my fingers in the waist of her skirt. I paused momentarily, though, and looked at Aricela. I needed a moment to calm myself and gather my wits. I wanted this fiercely, but my emotions were overwhelming me. I was experiencing sensory overload from all the smells and tastes and sights that lay before me. But I did not stop long. I could not possibly delay any more. I must have her. I must have Aricela and the ecstasy she contained between her thighs.

I pulled down her skirt and was once again in view of her spectacular cunny! It was so beautiful! So precious! Free of pubic hair, it was such a heavenly sight. A puffy, fleshy promise of exquisite delights. I could already detect its scent and it made me feel faint from its sheer muskiness. I stared at her puss for some time, wondering at its incredible gracefulness. Finally, I reached out and touched it, running my fingers around the outside of Aricela's outer lips, enjoying the soft, smooth feel of her skin. She felt so marvelous, so extraordinary. I daily touched my own puss when I bathed. Why should touching another woman's thrill me so? I could not answer that, but it did and I just accepted it.

I turned my gaze to Aricela's face. She was looking back at me with a gentle smile; the curled fingers of her hand against her cheek. I moved my finger from the outside of her labia and parted her cleft, watching for her reaction. Her wetness permitted me to easily penetrate her and I drove in deeply. Aricela closed her eyes, arched her back upwards, and moaned. It made me feel so wonderful to be able to create such a reaction in her. Spurred by my success, I felt 'round inside her, exploring her and her depths. It dawned on me - I had never explored my own puss with such thoroughness, yet here I was doing so to another woman! My God, I couldn't even think of anything I had done with Roger that was this intimate. Certainly, I had sucked him. But I was inside Aricela! NEVER HAD I BEEN INSIDE SOMEONE! I loved this immensely and tears began to stream down my face from the magnitude of emotion that swept over me.

I slipped my finger out and brought it up to Aricela's clit. Hers felt larger and harder to me than mine ever had. I circled around it. I ran back and forth over it. It felt like a pointy bump against my finger. Aricela was thrashing about, moaning and sighing. Wetness was flowing from her and I was flowing again, too. I leaned over and brought my mouth to her cunny. Her naked, hairless lips were an incredible sensation against my mouth. I dove into her with my tongue. I don't know what I was expecting her to taste like. I'm not certain even now what she tasted like, except that I loved her taste and her smell and her slipperiness in my mouth. She was grinding against me and I pushed back as I licked and bit and slurped.

I knew Aricela was getting close, so I moved my tongue to her clit and licked it furiously. A taste of liquid gold began to seep from her puss as she put her hands at the back of my head. Suddenly, her legs stiffened. Her ass bounced upwards off the bed. She screamed out with guttural noises.

"AAAAAAHAHHHHHHHH!!!!! UUURRRRRRGGGHGHHHHH!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! OHHHH! SHHHHITTTTT! AHHH. AHHH."

I kept my mouth on her cunt, licking at her clit, until Aricela pulled me away. I had made her cum. I HAD MADE A WOMAN CUM!!! I raised up from her puss quite shaken. I crawled up beside her and lay with my naked body against her naked body and she wrapped her arms around me. Everything seemed so surreal. I could not believe what had just occurred. I buried my face into Aricela's neck and cried again for the nth time today. I couldn't help it. This was all so overwhelming. Aricela just held me and I felt safe in her arms. Protected. Sheltered. Somewhere out there was a world, but here, here there was only - love? Yes, I suddenly realized that I did truly love this woman! Never had I desired anything more in my life than her. Yet, how did she feel? Had this all been just casual for her? I wasn't certain and could not consider it long for I soon fell asleep in her arms.

I'm not sure how long I slept. Hours? Minutes? Days? I couldn't be sure. It was a very restful sleep, though. I was still on the bed, but Aricela was not. I could hear her talking, somewhere, to someone else and I realized that we were not alone. My gaze moved around the room until I located the source of her voice and I could see that Aricela, dressed in a hotel robe, was speaking to an uniformed employee of the hotel. It appeared that she had ordered room service; I could smell wonderfully smelling foods and realized how hungry I was. As I stirred, the young delivery man glanced my way. I remembered that when I fell asleep, it had been naked atop the covers and I suddenly felt quite modest. I reached for something to cover up with, but noticed that Aricela had already covered me with a robe which matched her own. I still felt somewhat naked under his gaze with my bare legs and shoulders appearing out from under the edges of the robe. I did not move, though, for fear that if I tried to make it better something more than legs or shoulders might slip out from the insubstantial covering I had. He could tell that I was naked beneath the robe, I was sure of it, but he quickly turned away and attended his duties. Aricela signed the charge slip and he left.

"Hi, sleepy head!" She was smiling broadly at me. That perfect smile that had drawn me to her at the start. She had such beautiful lips and beautiful teeth and beautiful cheeks and cheekbones. I could lay and stare at her face all day.

"What time is it?"

"Well, it is either very early or very late, depending on how you look at it."

Shit! I had never called Roger. He was probably worried and furious and upset and a thousand other things. But I could not bring myself to call him just yet. I couldn't face him or the questions he undoubtedly would pose. Not yet. And I was still so close to Aricela at this moment and I did not wish to disturb that. I wanted to stay secluded on this paradise island we had discovered just a bit longer.

"I thought you might be hungry - I know I am - so I ordered up some food."

"Smells delicious."

I crawled out from under the robe and began to slip it on.

"No, wait", Aricela called out.

I froze, not certain what her reasoning was. The robe was hanging from both my arms, open, with my body fully revealed to her.

"I just want to look at you again for a moment."

I was flattered. Look all you want. Please. I am yours. I stood motionless, willingly holding my robe open to her. She stared intently at me, running her gaze up and down. Finally, she looked at my face and as our eyes met, she blushed and turned her face away smiling. A little embarrassed, I suppose. She turned to face me again and spoke.

"I'm sorry. It's just that you are so fucking beautiful I can't look at you enough."

God, I felt the exact same way about her! Roger never made such comments about me, the fuck.

"You look at me as much and as long as you want."

Did she understand what I really meant by that?

I let the robe fall back to the bed as I crossed naked over to the small table where our food was set up. If Aricela wanted to see me, then I wanted to be exposed for her. A slight chill to the room made my nipples erect - at least, that was one reason for their pertness. I sat my bare ass down at the table across from Aricela. Breakfast in the nude. Had I ever done this with Roger? Had Roger ever wanted me too? Probably not, the fuck.

Wow. It was a glorious time. We ate. We talked. We learned more about each other. It was girl talk. It was lover talk, at least I wanted to think of it that way and secretly hoped it was that way. We joked and had mock food fights and smeared butters and jellies various places and then removed them. Guess how! Aricela threatened to violate me with the handle of a knife and I pretentiously fought her off, though I actually wanted her to make good her threat. We had fun and we laughed and we performed antics. The sun came up on our fun and it was the most delightful meal I had ever spent. I pushed back from the table, giggling.

"I've had too much coffee and juice. I've gotta pee!"

This sent Aricela into hysterical laughter. We were simpled out. I scarcely took three steps from the table when Aricela called out.

"Ashton, wait."

Oh, okay. She had looked me over from the front side. Now she must want to look over my ass! Very well. I stood for her to see. I even reached back and pulled an ass cheek to the side with one hand to give her a fuller view. I looked back over my shoulder to see if she was enjoying it. But she wasn't. She seemed troubled. I went back to her.

"Aricela, what is it?" I asked.

She wouldn't look at me, couldn't look at me for some reason. I took her face in my hands and slowly turned it towards mine.

"Aricela, please? What is it? You can say anything to me. Okay?"

She stared into my eyes for a moment to try and gauge the veracity of that statement. She must have sensed that it was true, for she finally spoke.

"Do you remember last night when ... when ... Do you remember my fetish?"

I suddenly realized what was on her mind.

"You want to come with me, right?" I asked.

Aricela's eyes dropped down to her hands fidgeting in her lap. She could not bring herself to admit her desires. I find this part somewhat hard to explain. Aricela had done so much for me; awakened incredible, undeniable passions within me that I had felt were long since dead and unrecoverable. There was nothing that would give me more pleasure than to somehow repay her. To somehow fulfill her every wish. Most people may have been put off by her inclinations, but not I. I wanted to fulfill every fantasy, every desire that she had. I wanted to give her as much pleasure as she had given to me in the short time we had been together. Whatever she wanted, I would provide. You may not understand that, but it makes perfect sense to me. I placed a finger under her chin and brought her gaze back up to mine.

"Would you please come with me?"

A smile returned to Aricela's face. I leaned forward and reassuringly hugged her, wrapping my arms fully around her and pressing my cheek against hers. She hugged back. I stood up and took Aricela by the hand and led her into the restroom. It was fabulous; all mirrors and marble, with a huge spa-like tub, a separate shower, and next to the toilet was a bidet. This was the first time I began to take notice of our surroundings and, I must say, it was quite an elegant room we were staying in.

"How would you like to do this?" I asked.

Aricela looked pensive for a moment, then took one of the plush bath-towels from the rack and spread it on the floor. She untied her robe sash and allowed the robe to slip from her graceful body. God, seeing her naked always had an affect on me. My nipples hardened again and I noticed that hers did, as well, when the coolness of the air hit her naked form. I felt that lube, pee feeling again and knew that the sooner I could release the better.

Aricela lay down on her back on the towel and looked up at me. I could tell she was thrilled with the act that was about to be performed on her. I straddled her body at the waist and got down on my knees with my cunny just above her bellybutton. Aricela placed her hands on my thighs and rubbed up and down in anticipation.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

I knew the answer. I just wanted to make her wait; to let the excitement grow.

"Uh-huh", she replied.

"Here goes then."

I reached two fingers down and separated my labia and pulled upward. This exposed my peehole fully and permitted my urine to flow unimpeded as I let go. Oh God, it felt so good. And it felt so deliciously wicked and naughty. I had always wanted to be a naughty girl; it seemed they had more fun. And I was. I was having fun. I looked at my yellow stream spurting forward onto Aricela's tummy and breasts, running into the cleft of her neck and pooling there before overflowing and dampening her hair below. I regulated my stream so as to prolong it. It felt so good coming out of me. And it gave me a feeling of affirmation that Aricela would permit me, no, wanted me to do this to her. She treasured me - all of me, even the fluids and secretions my body produced. Every part of me was sacred to her. Roger - the fuck - would make me empty the bathroom trash as soon as I disposed of a used tampon or pad in it. He said he couldn't stand the ickiness of it in there. Talk about making me feel self-conscious about the things my body produced. But not Aricela. She wanted every bit of me. And I would give it to her at her request.

Finally, my stream ebbed and I fell forward onto Aricela bringing my mouth to hers. We kissed passionately while I rolled around atop of her. I could feel my wetness between us. I reveled in the feeling of my pee on her against me. I could hardly believe we had done such an improper, indecent thing and it made me want to do even naughtier acts with Aricela. I loved that she could be so open about her desires with me and I knew that I, too, could be fully open about my desires with her - I just didn't know exactly what those desires were as yet. But I would be pondering them.

The kisses we shared were some of the most passionate of my love life. I treasured each of them. Finally, Aricela pulled free of a kiss.

"Ashton, I have something I want to do to you."

I had no idea what Aricela had in mind, but I trusted her implicitly and I could hardly wait to participate in her diversion. I rose up from her and pulled her after me. Aricela stood up and in turn pulled me to my feet. She then began to lead me, I thought to the bed. But that was not our destination. Rather, she led me to the bidet instead.

"Ashton, sit here", she said as she spun me toward the nozzle. I sat as she requested. I must admit, I did not have a lot of experience with bidets. Well, actually none in fact. I was curious as to what she had in mind.

Aricela sat down behind me at the rear of the bidet and reached around me and turned on the faucets. She put her hand in the stream of water as she adjusted it to a comfortable temperature. When she got it warm, she began to scoot forward, edging my puss closer to the stream. I realized what she had in mind. Never had I used water on my clit, but I was a willing student. As my puss got to the stream, I leaned back against Aricela's breasts and luxuriated in the water streams feeling against my cunny. Aricela partially blocked the water flow with her thumb over the spigot causing the water to emerge more forcefully. The added pressure of the fast moving water felt incredible against my crotch. I could also feel as Aricela reached her other hand down between us and began to finger herself. The sensation against my ass of Aricela stroking herself was unimaginably erotic and I felt my orgasm rise surprisingly fast within me.

"nnnnnNNNNNNHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEffffffffFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!! AAAHHHHHHHH!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!! uuUUUHHHHH!!!! MMHHHHH! MMHHHH!!! Huh. Huh. Huh. Mmmmmmm."

And I just continued to lean back against Aricela until she followed me into ecstasy. As she began to cum powerfully, she brought her free hand up to my right breast, cupped it with my pointy nipple between two of her fingers and pulled me forcefully back against her. I enjoyed the feeling of her hand between us, the way it parted my ass cheeks and bumped my hole as it frenetically brought her to climax. When she subsided, we just leaned forward; me resting against my arm on the wall and Aricela leaning against my back. The only sound was the bidet's water still running and our hearts beating. Neither of us wanted to move from this spot.

We spent the rest of the morning and into the afternoon exploring each other and licking all sorts of hidden places, sensitive places, erotic places - places that only a woman would go to with another woman. God knows Roger the fuck never licked me in all of the places Aricela licked me. It was the most amazing day of my life. It changed me and my world would never be the same.

Epilogue - After Aricela, I could never go back to Roger. I waited until I knew he would be out of the apartment, went in, and packed my things. I never saw him again. Aricela asked me to live with her and I knew that I must. She loved me (and I mean that as both a verb and a noun, both sexually and emotionally) in ways that Roger never could or would or ever attempted. Having been with Aricela made me realize how feeble Roger's attempts at love had been. I could not go back to that. I could no longer settle for that. I heard through friends that Roger thought I had left him for another man and it had stung his ego. And I also heard that when he found that I was with a woman it stung even more.

And as Aricela had said, she did have many fetishes. She shared them with me as time went by and as I gained her trust. I learned that her previous girlfriend left her because of her peculiar desires. Therefore, she was reluctant to be open about them with me. They had made her former girlfriend feel awkward and squeamish. She did not share Aricela's erotic cravings. What are those cravings you ask? I shall not tell. A girl must keep some secrets and these are mine. But over time I convinced Aricela that I wanted to fulfill her every fantasy, her every longing. And so she slowly opened up to me and let me in on her wishes. I can't say that I always understood what compelled her to want some of the things she wanted. And I can understand why her former girlfriend was unable to carry out some of the requests. They make me blush at times. But I am committed to fulfill every request of Aricela's. And thus far I have. And each time I do, the look on her face afterwards and the love she bestows on me reminds me that it is all worth it.

Finally, I want to say that clinging to Aricela each day is so incredible. The irony still strikes me from time to time, though. I am in a committed relationship with a woman. Yet, I am not a lesbian! How odd. I've decided that I am in this relationship because I am in love with Aricela. I am not in it because of a sexual orientation. What I mean to say is, "FUCK!" If you know of a stronger word I can use to convey my feelings, please let me know. After all, this is so much better than being pleasantly content.

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