The Laundry Room

There I was home alone on a Friday night. My boyfriend was out of town on a business trip. No doubt fucking the shit out of his secretary. I could not totally blame him though, she was drop dead gorgeous. Hell I had had a couple of wet dreams about her myself. My two best girlfriends left their husbands at home and were off on a trip together. They told their husbands it was with a church group. Yeah right, how many church groups go to a nude resort in Jamaica. God knows what they or who they are into. But me I was at home, sitting in the laundry room at my apartment building at 10:00 pm waiting for my clothes in the machines. I was reading one of those trashy womans magazines. The article was about how the author thought that all women had fantasies about other women. Yet they rarely ever acted on it. That was me. I love men and cock but I have always wondered what it would be like with another woman.

I was getting kinda turned on as I read. The author was describing how for the purposes of research for the article she answered an add in a swingers periodical for a couple seeking a single female for sexy fun. She was describing in detail all the sexy things her and this couple did together, when I heard the laundry room door open and in walked the most gorgeous girl in the building. I had met her a couple of times and knew her name was Kara. She was from Italy. She moved here to the states when she was 17 on an exchange program. But she fell in love with L.A. so much she decided to stay.

That was fifteen years ago. She had the most perfect dark olive skin, deep brown eyes that just seemed to swallow you whole, her 5"1" slender frame had all the right curves and her medium breasts had large nipples that showed through just about everything she wore. I on the other hand was your typical white girl. 5'7" a little overweight at 135 lbs. But I could still get away with spandex and mini skirts due to being a little taller. My breasts are pretty good size at 36D. But I wish my nipples were a little bigger like Kara's. At 39 I thought I looked pretty good and by the looks and cat calls I get, I think some of you guys out there agree.

I watched as Kara seperated her clothes on the sorting table. I noticed that there were no bras in her basket(That would explain why you could always see her nipples) I also noticed that all there was in her underwear pile was thongs and g-strings. As I sat there the panty pile was right next to me and I could smell her womanly scent drifting my way. It was odd but I started getting wet. Kara put in one load then asked me if I would watch her stuff while she went to get more soap. I said sure and out the door she went. I noticed at this point she also had a great ass. When she was gone I reached over and picked up her panty pile and looked at all the sexy things in front of me.

They were all shear, either lacy or just plain see through. I noticed that they all seemed to have a white residue in the crotch. Wow this girl was always wet. I put the pile back except for one g-string. They were shear lavender in the middle and had a purple lace border. The front patch could not haver been more than 3 inches tall and about 1 1/2 inches wide. I put them to my nose and inhaled her scent. It was simply intoxicating. If I were to live out my bi-sexual fantasies with a women I would want it to be with Kara.

Kara entered the laundry room and not having time to put the g-string back in the pile I slid them under my leg. Kara smiled at me and thanked me for watching her clothes. I said no problem I was happy to. She put in her second load then left again. I pulled her panties out and put them to my nose again. My eyes were closed and I was imagining her naked except for these panties. I could see how the bottom of the patch disappeared into her slit. I could see her large puffy lips showing through the shear lavender fabric. I imagined her to be completely shaven. Not a hair to be seen anywhere. I dreamt that she came into the laundry room and started kissing me. She ran her hands down to my chest and pinched my nipples through the thin white shorty tank top I was wearing.

Sliding one hand lower and rubbing my pussy through the spandex shorts I wore. They are tight and my lips are visable through them. She is rubbing my pussy hard through my shorts and a big wet spot is showing. Oh enough of this imagining shit. I reached down and pushed my hand down the front of my shorts and shoved a finger into my pussy. I had her panties in my mouth and was pinching a nipple with the other hand. My eyes were still closed and I was getting close to cumming. I could taste Karas pussy from her panties. Pushing down the front of my shorts I took her g-string and rubbed my clit with them the lace on them adding just the friction I needed to send me over the edge. Just as I came I felt a pair of soft lips on mine and a tongue probing the opening to my mouth. As I came out of the dreamy state I was in and opened my eyes I was greeted by Kara's deep brown eyes. She kissed me hard with a probing tongue. Then leaning close she told me to follow her and bring the panties with me. I was more than willing to go to her place. As I got up I noticed the large wet spot in the front of my shorts. Kara noticed it also and said, "when we get back to my place you will have to take those off so we can wash then too."

Kara's apartment was close, so we got there in just a couple of seconds. As soon as we were inside and the door closed Kara grabbed the front of my tank top and ripped it open. Then grabbing me by the back of the neck she pulled me into another kiss. This had to be the most aggressive woman I had ever met. Feeling a bit of it myself I pulled the waitband of her skirt and towards me as hard as I could and was rewarded by the zipper giving way and the skirt ripping away from her sexy body. She was not wearing any panties I guess they were all dirty. Oh well. Now keep in mind I have never done anything with a woman before, but there was no way I was going to pass up this oppertunity. We separated just long enough for her to remove her sweater and me my wet shorts, then we were on eachother again. I pushed her down on the couch and without any hesitation I dove into her pussy.

She was dripping like you would not believe. I licked her from clit to ass and back up to clit again. She was pushing my head into her pussy harder. I sucked her clit with my lips and flicked it with the tip of my tongue at the same time. She rewarded me with a scream of extasy. I slid two fingers up her hot steamy pussy. She started to rock her hips up to meet my mouth. I was finger fucking her rapidly when she came. I had heard that some women can squirt when they cum and Kara was one of then. No wonder all of her thongs and g-strings were all soaked. I swallowed as much as I could but a lot leaked out and was all over my face and on her couch. Taking me by the head she pulled me up her body towards her face. I paused near her tits to pay homage to those magnificent globes and nipples. Then moved up and we kissed for a long time before she rolled us down onto the floor.

Kara sat on my chest facing away from me then lowered herself down in a 69 position over me. I was looking up at her gorgeous cunt above me and realised that she was in fact like my dream totally shaven. God that was so sexy. I had been shaving my own pussy for several years now and loved the way it looked and felt. I heard the unmistakable sound of a vibrator come on. I don't know where she got it from but I did not care as she plunged it deep into my also dripping cunt. I thought I would cum instantly.

Kara sucked my clit as she fucked me with that vibrator. I was tongue fucking her hole again when I felt my first orgasm hit. It was good but I knew I could do better. I felt the tip of the vibe. against my asshole. MMM I love anal sex. I had let all of my boyfriends fuck me in the ass. I pushed my hips up to her letting her know it was Okay. She pushed it the rest of the way in and was fucking my ass hard with it. I pulled her hips lower and licked her tight little rosebud with my tongue. I pushed my tongue as deep as I could get it into her tight asshole. She had the dildo going in my ass and her tongue in my pussy and I came a second time but this one was the one. I went wild bucking and thrashing and came so hard I actually passed out.

When I woke up I was on Kara's bed. I was still naked except I had on the lavender g-string I had masturbated with. Kara said how sexy I was in them. She was sitting across from me folding her laundry. I asked if she had gotten my laundry also. She pointed to the dresser and said it was folded and put away. I looked at her funny and said, "what do you mean?" She just looked at me and said that I was going to move in with her. How could I say no to an offer like that.

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Latin Ladies in Lust

The beautiful blonde entered the room and eyes turned in her direction. Claire allowed her date to slip the longish black leather jacket off her shoulders and take it to the coatroom. While being statuesque, she wasn't like many of the aspiring actresses at the party. Her full blonde hair, parted in the middle, loosely framed Nordic facial features that reminded some of the sensual actress in La Femme Nikita, Peta Wilson. The large, ice blue eyes, pert nose, unusually full lips for a natural blonde, high-sculpted cheekbones.

Her makeup emphasized all the right details, from the light blue around the eyes to the frosty pink lipstick glistening from her mouth. Minimal but making a point. The lazy, confidant smile with the perfect white teeth. The long, slender neck that led the eyes to 36D, full and thrusting breasts. Her skintight black stretch cocktail dress seemed to shape her impressive body into an hourglass. The low-cut scoop neckline pressed the firm breasts into tight cleavage. The flat stomach rippled beneath the material, and the micro mini length showed her muscular thighs and taught calves to their best advantage. All supported by black leather stilettos that thrust her firm, round ass cheeks up and out as she walked through the room. She exuded the attitude of confidence that an extremely sexy, beautiful woman in the right clothes, at the right place, with many admiring eyes on her would emit like perfume. It followed her as she was led by her date to the bar for a drink to start the evening. The attention would be entertaining.

This was a party that would be fairly international. The host and hostess were friends of her date, Nick's. An interesting affair that would enable him to parade her around, enjoy the attention, have some fun, conversation and then go home with him for a night of lust and incredible sex. No great emotional attachment. Just another chance to meet some powerful people, regale in their flirting and satisfy her sensuality. Another night in Hollywood.

The party, conversations and drink went as she expected for most of the night. Nick had circulated, hitting the right people around the patio and various rooms. She had spoken with some of the people she knew, some she hadn't. All with that air of detachment that floated around the beautiful Nordic blonde. The attitude that was missing among others in her field at the gathering who indulged in their insecurities. Until she glanced over the shoulder of a scriptwriter she was listening to and noticed a woman standing among a few people across the room. Claire's pale blue eyes casually took note of the woman, moving from head down her body to the boots on her feet. This was no ordinary "party girl". This woman seemed to stand out from the other girls there.

The woman seemed to be casually listening to the conversation, occasionally drawing on a small, thin cigar and releasing the smoke through her nose. Her hair was very dark brown, almost black, long and full, drawn back tightly into a gold elastic loop that permitted a wavy waterfall to drop down over her back. The woman's face was perhaps the most sensual that Claire had ever seen. It was Hispanic, olive-skinned, more Latin or South American. Green eyes scanned out with hooded lids under dark brown eyebrows and heavy lashes. A slightly flared yet attractive nose led the eye down to extremely full, thick lips covered with the darkest burgundy lipstick Laura had seen. As the woman periodically inserted the slim cigar, she could see very white teeth and that the lipstick, as thickly applied as it was, left a bright mark around the brown tobacco tube. She would periodically lick those incredible lips with an equally thick, long, almost serpentine tongue. Just enough to moisten. A small glint of light reflected off the small gold ring that was looped through the woman's left nostril.

Once she could tear her eyes away from those lips, the woman's dimpled chin led Claire down to a pair of breasts that were even larger than her own, but just as thrusting and straining against the skin-tight fabric of a black spandex tank top. The spaghetti straps were mere afterthoughts over the woman's shoulders as the low-cut tank almost threw those breasts up from her chest, yet the bottom of the skimpy "belly shirt" ended above her flat, rippling stomach. Her naked arms were well-muscled and the tattoo of a dragon flowed along the lines of her left bicep. Tattoos had never really done anything for Claire, but this one seemed very erotic to her. There was a mystery and romance to the multi-colored dragon that emphasized the bulge of the woman's bicep. She obviously worked out with a body cut like that. Another small gold loop wound its way through her rather large, pouting belly button, crowning the tight stomach. Encased tightly and very low-slung around her hips, thighs, up-thrusting ass and statuesque legs was a pair of incredible black leather jeans that had a dull, flat sheen to them in the light.

Probably soft, thin lambskin. The style was very popular in Hollywood these days. They ran so low on her hips that they were just above her cunt line and, if she turned around, Claire would probably see a hint of ass crack. Leather inter-lacing closed the very narrow leather material just covering her crotch. The incredible pants were so tight one could almost see the rippling of the thigh and calf muscles as the woman balanced from one leg to the other. They ended inside a pair of black leather platform ankle boots. The heels were tall and chunky, lifting those round, firm ass cheeks up and out to the world just begging to fondle them. As the woman brought the cigar to her lips, Claire also noticed the very long nails painted to match her lipstick. They were exquisite! She had always admired the sensuality of long, graceful nails on a woman. Her own were long, but not nearly the statement that she was observing across the room.

As her eyes roved over this incredible Latin Lady, Claire was shocked to feel her heart begin racing! A warmth began under the crotch of her miniscule thong underwear and began to spread up her stomach to her breasts. Her nipples--were they actually hardening? What was this happening? Was it her drink? She took another sip. The voices around her were tuning out of her consciousness. She was beginning to focus like a laser on this voluptuous woman in the tight leather pants. She observed her more closely......

The woman didn't seem to be paying much attention to the small group in conversation around her. One eyebrow was slightly arched. She continued to draw languidly on the small cigar, letting the smoke from her exhale curl around her face. It was obvious she was bored. The boredom of beauty. She lifted the champagne glass to her mouth and took a long sip. Claire could see the dark burgundy lipstick-mark that her mouth left on the crystal. She looked more closely at the woman's magnificent breasts and could make out the outline of two large, protruding nipples as they thrust out against the thin black stretch material. They were begging for a mouth to surround them. Begging for it.... Claire was careful not to be obvious about watching this woman. She would nod and say a few words to seem as if she was participating in the conversation around her. Typical party talk. But her mind--and body--was elsewhere.

As this dark, mysterious woman continued to smoke her cigar and sip from the champagne glass, she had an idea. This was crazy, but her mind was starting to transfer all power to her cunt. What was that old joke that men thought with the wrong head? It was starting to happen to her! She wasn't a lesbian, hadn't had much experience sexually with other women other than the normal flirtations, but this strange woman was having an effect on her! Claire's idea took hold of her body and she waited for her moment. She watched the woman drain the champagne glass, look around for a place to set it down. Her arm flexed, the dragon tattoo moving attractively, powerfully on her bicep.

Her small cigar was almost finished as well. The woman spotted a small table behind her with an ashtray, turned and placed both down--the glass and the cigar. She then turned back again, seemed to contemplate returning to the conversation but moved away. Perhaps she was looking for a refill? Regardless, Claire watched the woman's high, tight asscheeks move sensually under the low-slung leather pants, almost revealing her ass-crack as she moved. Just amazing! The heat was getting stronger in her pussy, and the beautiful Nordic blonde decided it was now or never to put her little plan in motion. She just had to do something to connect with the Latin lady without seeming too obvious. Just had to possess something of the woman's to bring them closer in some way. Some how.....

As the woman walked away, Claire casually moved toward the spot where she had left the glass and cigar. There was just a little champagne left in the glass, she could see. And the cigar was still smoldering. As was Claire's pussy! She moved so casually, and there was so much party happening around her that she was sure no one noticed what she was doing.

Something somewhere in her mind asked her what the hell she was doing, but it was a small voice and she just ignored it. Her cunt was speaking. She had put down her own half-finished martini upon arriving at the small table, and picked up the champagne glass and cigar, very quickly, very casually. Her eyes finally left the sensual asscheeks she had been watching and arrived on the glass. There were very dark burgundy lipstick imprints on the crystal. There were the same on the small cigar. She raised the glass to her lips, paused to gaze at the lipstick. HER lips had placed them there! Those full, lush lips! She raised the glass slightly to her nose to see if she could smell the sweetness of the lipstick, and she could. There was a faint perfume odor, just a faint one. Claire licked her own lips briefly, in anticipation, then put the glass to her mouth, making sure the burgundy lipstick met her own frosty pink. A slight lick of the glass before it met her mouth and she pressed, as if their lips were joined, raising the glass, drinking the champagne the Latin woman had just drunk.

She downed the champagne, savoring the tastes of both the burgundy lipstick and the remaining liquor. Taking a quick look at the glass to see the mingled pink and dark red lipstick, a quick stab of lust hit her full in the cunt. She then raised the cigar to her mouth. She wasn't much of a smoker, but she'd make an exception this time. She again gave a quick lick to the lipstick stain, then sucked on the tobacco. She inhaled the smoke the woman had just taken into her own lungs. Claire exhaled just as sensually as the other woman, the focus of her sudden sexual attention. It was one of the most erotic experiences she had ever had. Pressing her lips to the glass at the exact spot the other woman had, drinking the liquid that had passed those lips, inhaling the smoke that had passed through that mouth into her lungs. It was as if she were actually having sex with the strange woman. That burning sensation between her legs was spreading and getting warmer.

"Would you like another, miss?" She suddenly awoke from her trance. It was a waiter offering another champagne glass full of the yellow liquid. "Miss?" The tray was being extended in front of her.

"Oh, uh, yes, yeah, okay." She put the special glass down and picked up another. It had snapped her out of that weird hot fantasy she was in. She looked quickly around to see if anyone was looking at her, had noticed the risky maneuver. The coast was clear. Wow, what a strange thing for her to do... but where was the woman? She looked around again, didn't see her. She just had to move around, keep from rooting to that spot and feeling pussy juice start to drip down her leg. She had to move to another place in the room, perhaps find the woman again. She just had to find her. Now that she had tasted the woman's lipstick, smoked her smoke, she had to find out what might be next.

She was beginning to feel the need for more. The question was--what would that be now? What was happening to her? What was she doing, stalking a strange woman? She had come here with a date, and felt an immediate attraction to some sexy Latin woman and was following her, drinking from her glass, smoking her cigar. She didn't even know if the woman was Latin, or with anyone. WITH ANYONE? What was Claire expecting to do? What was next? Follow her like a bitch in heat? What if someone noticed? A slight sense of fear was mingling with the horniness--it was turning her on like she had never been before.....

Claire began circulating around the party again, still holding the small cigar in her fingers, sipping from the new champagne glass. There was a good size crowd here, easy for someone to get lost in the maze. She had glimpsed the woman once, she thought--looking for the black leather pants and high, thrusting tits. But not a full gaze yet. She eventually wound up back where she started from, where she had originally seen the woman. Where had she gone? She had to find her, just had too. She couldn't have left? Her pussy was becoming frustrated....

Suddenly, she glanced to the spot of her first sighting--and there she was! Standing by that small table, smoking another cigar, in a group of chatting people! Right back where she had first seen her, after all that hunting! Her mouth went dry. Claire's cunt jumped, if that was possible! Along with her heart in her own ample chest. And her nipples quickly hardened. Gotcha! She was beginning to think the woman had been an apparition! But she was real, so real. Claire had to be careful not to make her ogling obvious, again. And now it was more like ogling than the previous glancing. Claire was lusting after this sensual, mysterious, sexy Latin woman. She pretended to be speaking with a group of people, but her mind was elsewhere while her eyes drifted over to the woman. To those tits thrusting under the black tank top. To that pierced belly button, pouting over the top of the low-slung black leather hip-huggers. Now how could she meet her? What could she do? She had to do something!

But just as Claire glanced furtively over, another strange thing happened. Something that almost caused the busty blonde to drop her own drink. The dark woman glanced over to Claire at the same time and their eyes briefly met! Claire froze. But it's what she did next that made the beautiful Nordic blonde's blood really begin to boil! As she locked eyes with Claire, the woman brought a martini glass up to her lips--and licked! But... was that Claire's martini glass? The one she had put down right there to pick up the champagne and cigar? Was that her pale pink lipstick she could vaguely see on the glass? Was it her imagination or was that HER glass?? Had she circled around? Had she seen what Claire had done before? Claire felt her face go flush. The woman drank from the half-filled glass, rather slowly--too slowly. Then take a drag from the small cigar. Was that a faint smile? Did the corners turn up on those beautiful, sensual lips? What just happened? The flush spread down to her pussy. Claire could feel a small dripping ooze from her cunt. The woman turned away again, just as quickly as their eyes had met, the episode was over. Almost as if it had never happened. Almost.

Claire felt the need to get away from the area. If the woman had seen her, she would be embarrassed beyond belief! And she didn't want anyone to see how flushed she was. She had to get away from there. She'd pretend to need her jacket, go look for that. What had she done? What was she doing? How could she suddenly be so sexually attracted to this strange woman? She saw Nick a few feet away, chatting with some people. Doing his thing. She moved over to him.

"Hey, Nicky, where's my jacket? Got a bit chilly. 'Know where they put it?" She fairly stuttered the questions.

He looked up from his conversation, "Yeah, C--upstairs, I think there's a coat room somewhere up there." He looked back to the gorgeous redhead he was speaking with. He could be an asshole sometimes. But Claire thought little of that now, she moved toward the stairs and up them to look for her jacket. It was a method to get away from the possibly embarrassing situation with that woman. If she had seen her----

Claire walked down the hall, looking in the various rooms for the coats. She felt herself getting a little more composed, but not much. Her pussy was still moist, she was still flushed. She finally found the bedroom where the coats had been hung for the guests. She entered and found the stylish black leather jacket, putting it on. It felt good on her upper body. It was thin kidskin, hanging loosely below the hem of her micro-miniskirt, allowing her full tits to thrust open the jacket. The jacket was her excuse for suddenly leaving the scene of "the accident". She briefly looked into the mirror in the room and admired herself, the sexy body, tight cocktail dress and contrasting longer black leather jacket.

Suddenly, there was a strong, female voice from behind her, "Ah, here you are, meu Gata! I've been wondering where you went off to...."

Claire whirled around. It was the woman! She was standing there in the doorway! Her throat went dry but her pussy went wet. "Uh, wha, what did you say? Excuse me?" They locked eyes once again.

"Ah, sorry for my poor English. I still haven't gotten the hang of it, as they say. But I noticed you noticing me downstairs, and I thought, ah, think you are so, ah, how you say it? Ah, you are, uh---so, uh we say 'Gostosa'." She swayed into the room. "You are so sweet, meu amor, so sweet. I thought you might like to meet me." Their gaze didn't break as the woman came closer to Claire, into the room. Ice blue eyes locked on to smoldering green eyes. Woman to woman.

"Oh, well," Claire didn't know what to say but had a sudden urge to come clean, "well, that's nice, sorry if I was staring downstairs, but you're very sweet too." She felt fairly lame with that response, but it was the best she could do under the circumstances.

"Yes, Doura, I know. Every man I talk with down there is after my poontie, I know that. But I only give to whoever I want to." The woman smiled as she drew in closer to the blonde, only a foot or two away. "My name is Raquel. I only here for a few months from Rio. Brazil. I'm from Brazil. Where I learn my English."

"Oh, really? Well, your English is very good." She still felt lame in her stuttering conversation with the target of her lust, but her heat was carrying the words forward. "Oh, sorry, I'm Claire. Nice to meet you." Claire didn't know whether to shake her hand or grab and kiss her. This woman seemed to be very aggressive for someone new to the country.

"Well, thank you. I've studied English for several years. But I also believe there are many ways to communicate, no?" She came closer to Claire. "Shall we speak, Claire?" She came close enough for Claire to smell the musk of Raquel's perfume. It was quiet enough to hear the soft, smooth rustling of the tight leather pants as those well-muscled legs carried Raquel closer to Claire. The blonde's heart was pounding in her ample chest. While her throat became dry, her mouth began to water. The onset of girl-lust.

As the very sensual Latina woman moved closer to Claire, the blonde was at a loss for words. "Uh, sure, uh, what, uh, would you...."

Raquel interrupted as she got closer, her eyes moving to scan the black leather jacket Claire had just put on. "Ahhhhhh, Doura--Claire--you have such a lovely leather jacket. I just love leather clothing. It looks so soft and comfortable. And the smell of fresh leather... Just so sensual, no?" The woman continued to move closer, her body actually slinking up to Claire. "Do you mind if I feel it? It looks so sexy on you. Do you mind?"

"Uh, n-no. Yes, uh, yeah, it's very comf--" But Raquel hadn't waited for permission to touch the jacket. She was finally up close in front of Claire, so close their tits almost touched. Raquel had raised her hands and placed them on Claire's arms. She began rubbing the leather up and down her arms, slowly, feeling the supple quality of the calfskin. It was more of a caress than rubbing, actually. Raquel's eyes continued to gaze at the jacket, the arms she was fondling. Heat rose between the two women. "Mmmmm, my Claire... this feels so wonderful, such a wonderful jacket. And the smell..." Raquel bent her head and sniffed at the left arm, shoulder and armpit. She drew in a good long sniff of the erotic odor of the leather. "They say leather smells the strongest at the point of the body with the most heat. Have you heard that?"

This was all happening so quickly. "Uh, n-no, I don't think--", Claire tried to respond.

But again Raquel didn't wait for the response. She slightly raised Claire's left arm, the one she had been sniffing, and ducked her nose under into the armpit. Melting into a trance of sexual heat, the blonde allowed the sexy woman access to her armpit. More long sniffs from Raquel, "Ahhhh, yes, the odor of the leather is even stronger under your arm, Doura. This is very high quality kidskin, no?" Raquel nuzzled her nose under Claire's leather-covered arm, into the heat of her armpit. Having this beautiful Latin woman caressing her leather-jacketed arms and sniffing the animal fragrance in her armpit was a surprisingly stimulating experience for Claire. She had never had anyone, let alone a woman, do this to her before.

Raquel raised her face back up from under Claire's arm and gazed into the feminine pale blue eyes. "Do you like the feel of leather, Claire? Do you enjoy that?" Her hands clutching the leather-jacketed arms drew the buxom blonde closer in to her body. And their breasts finally touched! It was electric! From hardening nipples, Claire's teats suddenly became as small rocks. The heat seemed to spread from the nipples to the rest of her tits, shooting down to her cunt where juice began to actually leak to her inner thighs. What was happening to her? Claire had never--NEVER--experienced this kind of sexual stimulation from a woman! Never!

All she could say was, "Uh, yes, yeah... I like the feel of leather.... It's, uh, very nice on the body... feels nice to touch." She managed a small smile, showing her very white teeth, an awkward friendliness in an awkward moment. "The, uh, jacket is pretty new, feels good...uh, yes." She returned the gaze into those deep green eyes. When Raquel clutched and caressed her arms, Claire had reflexively done the same, clutching the woman's naked arms. Her hands grasped those well-muscled female biceps. Her right hand on the long, flowing dragon tattoo. She could feel Raquel's muscles moving and bulging with each movement. The skin was soft yet taught over those impressive muscles. The arms were very warm. An becoming warmer. To touch that colorful, sensual tattoo on the arm.... To caress it....

"Ahhh, so you like it too, eh? Do you like my leather jeans, Claire? I noticed you looking at them from across the room. I had them made especially in Sao Paolo. They feel so good on me, so soft and warm to my body... but why don't you feel for yourself, meu amor? Tell me if you think they are sexy to you. Here..." Raquel reached slightly up and grasped the blonde's forearms and drew them around her body, bringing Claire's hands down and directly on each ass cheek. It meant drawing their bodies belly to belly, breast to breast and thigh to thigh. If the heat hadn't been rising before, it certainly was now. Claire felt her pussy juice begin to run down her thighs, absorbed only in her thong underwear. "Yes, feel my leather jeans and let me know if you like them." Raquel breathed the words into Claire's face, the smell of Scotch, nicotine and peppermints wafting to the blonde's nostrils. A strange mixture, but one that added to her sexual heat. And now! Her hands on those hard, jutting ass cheeks that she had been admiring so much!

Raquel placed Claire's long-nailed hands on her leather-encased ass, pressing them down into the flesh to emphasize that she wanted them to stay there. Claire obliged her. At first her hands just rested on the soft, supple material. Raquel removed her own hands and ran them up Claire's arms to her shoulders. Quickly the sexual shock of the moment broke and Claire realized what she should do next. She began feeling those cheeks, palming those full, rounded globes. She reveled in the contrast of high, hard female ass yet soft, sensual leather. And she squeezed and rubbed Raquel's ass. Her sexual instincts were taking over, leading her in a direction from which there was no return. As she rubbed, Claire realized that the jeans were so low-slung that the top part of the woman's ass was exposed. Along with fondling Raquel's leather-encased ass, she moved her hands slightly up to feel the globes bulging above the pants-line. She felt the heft to those jutting cheeks. She could have easily slipped her hands inside for skin-to-skin contact. But she was enjoying the sensual quality of the leather so much, it just was not the thing to do yet. She moved her right hand, fingers extended, over to the crack of the woman's ass. The pants were so tight that the furrow was very well defined. And, as she let her forefinger follow the cleft up, she discovered there was a small amount of it perceptible to the touch above the waist of the jeans. Yes, that was a small amount of ass crack jutting up above the pants waist!

Perhaps only a half-inch, but delectable nonetheless! Claire lightly fingered the exposed ass crack and felt an overwhelming urge to whip the woman around, kneel down, and bury her face in that leather-covered feminine ass, nuzzling her nose and mouth in the warm, fragrant lambskin. Breathing in the intoxicating odor of female asshole and leather. Reveling in the intimate smells and senses as she could sniff deeply of that special scent. But somehow she knew that would happen eventually. This action between them was leading only to one place, she knew. Now for the moment she was satisfied with the increasingly passionate body to body pressing and the fondling of the sexy Latina woman's tight butt and crack. And the feel of those long fingernails in her hair! Claire could feel sweat begin to drip under her arms. Her leather jacket over the skimpy cocktail dress was holding the increasing heat from her body. She could feel the few sweat drippings move slowly from her armpits, down her sides and arms. It began to add that animalistic odor of sweat to the cloud of perfume and leather that enveloped the two clutching women.

Claire and Raquel gazed into each other's eyes. They were becoming heavy-lidded with lust. Their height was about the same, so their faces were level with each other. Raquel slid her hands up Claire's shoulders and into the thick blonde hair. Her fingers splayed into the luxurious hair and her long, burgundy nails scratched sexily at the woman's scalp. The brunette alternated between languidly scratching the blonde's scalp and slightly squeezing the hair at the roots. It was an intoxicating technique that heightened Claire's sexual stimulation. It also enabled Raque.

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The Chiropractor

I recently fell from a ladder and had to see the chiropractor. My usual doctor was on vacation and I was treated by his substitute. It was a very attractive woman named Sheryl. She is a redhead, appeared to be no more than 25 and was very,very, sexy. She is about 5 feet tall with very nice breasts. They were easily larger than mine and very firm for their size. I'd guess about 36 D. Now I have been told a number of times I am easy on the eyes but compared to her I felt pretty plain Jane. I am only a 36 B but my nipples are about really big, about 1/2 inch around and 3/4 inches long and I am still pretty firm for a 42 year old.

It was really weird but just being in the room with her my nipples were hard and my pussy was feeling moist. I was looking forward to her touch. It was cool out so I had worn a rather thick sweater. But because it was a day off I had not not bothered with putting on a bra. Sheryl had me lie down on the table. She was trying to feel my spine but with the thick sweater on, she was having trouble. She walked over and closed the door then asked me if I would mind removing my sweater. I told her I did not mind however I would need help due to the pain. She had me stand and then told me to raise my hands up as far as I can over my head. She stood behind me and began pulling the sweater up. As she did her hands brushed my nipples. It seemed to me that they lingered there a little longer than needed, then off came the sweater.

I was about to lay down on the table again when Sheryl said she thought my jeans might be in the way since the pain was mostly in my lower back and that they looked quite tight. She said let me see if i can get my hands inside the waist- band. At this point I was quite beside myself with mixed feelings of nerves and arousel from her nipple contact. She stood in front of me and slid her right hand inside my waistband in the small of the back and cupped my left butt cheek. Sheryl reached around with her left hand and tried to push it inside my pants and found it to tight. Without thinking I reached down and unhooked the buttons and let her push my jeans down to the floor. I pushed my pumps off and stepped out of the jeans. Now I am standing there in nothing but a shear lime green G-String. I gasp when she places her other hand on my other cheek. She pulled me so close our hard nipples were touching and I felt her thigh between my legs. My shaved pussy was now drenched inside the tiny sheer G-String and my hard clit and pussy lips were visable through them.

I came to my senses and stepped away from her. I could see a wet spot on her mini skirt where my pussy touched her thigh. I ask if I should lie on the table ? Sheryl tells me to lie on my back so she can check my foot alignment. She grasps my feet and holding them by the heels, opens them wide then closes them. She does this three times. Each time my clit throbbed and my pussy only got wetter. Sheryl slides her hands up my left leg to my thigh. She is on my hip now. Her fingers are wrapped around my thigh. As she pushes on my hip her fingers rub against my pussy through my undies. I watch her as she pulls her hand away and brings it to her nose. Then to my total surprise she reaches down and slips her hand under my undies and dips two fingers into my pussy and slides them up through the slit them puts them into her mouth and sucks them clean. Then she does it again but this time she puts her fingers to my lips. She pushes them a little as I open my mouth and take her fingers into my mouth and suck on them. I am amazed at the sweet taste. She tells my to roll over on my tummy. I roll over. I am not sure why I am doing this, it is as if she has some strange power over me. I have just met her yet she has me nearly nude and I am letting her have her way with me. Stranger yet I have never even had a thought about being intimate with another woman. But at this moment I want to do anything this woman asks me to do.

I am lying on my tummy as she asked and I feel her running her hands up my legs. She pushes my legs apart and pulls her hand up to my crotch. I feel her moving her fingers up and down my slit. I feel as though I have gotten wetter. It seems odd but yet I want to let her do anything she wishes to me. She pulls the rear strap of my g-string aside and leans over from the side of the table runs her tongue from the top of my ass into my crease and stops on my asshole. It feels really good. Sheryl later told me this was called a rim job. I don't care what you call it except I want her to do it again and again. She continued her assult on my very sensative rosebud.

I was squirming around a lot and I know it must have been hard for her to keep her face buried in my ass. All of a sudden an orgasm hit me. What a surprise. My pussy hadn't even hardly been touched. It had to be one of the most intense things I have ever felt in all of my 42 years on this planet. I am equally surprised that this young beauty was attracted to an older woman such as myself. I looked over at her torso and now saw a wet spot in the middle of her mini skirt. I rolled over on my back and pulled her face down to mine and kissed her passionatly. I told her how good it had felt and that even my husband had never given me an orgasm like that. Now since the divorce it has been just me and my fingers.

Sheryl asks me to roll over on my back again. I do as asked and she crawls up on the table and straddles my body in a 69 position. I realize at this point that she is totally naked. I still don't know when she did it but I was not complaining as I gazed up at the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. It was clean shaven except for a small closely trimmed patch of pubic hair about 1 1/2 inches tall shaped like an arrow pointing down to her pussy. I could feel her sliding her fingers into my still drenched cunt. I hear Sheryl say "I love a smoothly shaved cunt."I took the hint and putting my hands on her ass cheeks I pulled her hips down so I could have my first real taste of pussy in 42 years. When she covered my clit with her mouth I almost came instantly. I shoved my face into her pussy and did the same as her I latched onto her clit as I pushed three fingers easily into her hot wet pussy. I could feel her cunt muscles pulling my fingers further into her depths. She yells out to me "How many fingers do you have in me?" I pull my sloppy face from her cunt and answer "Three" Sheryl pushes back against my fingers and said "Put another one in" So I addded a fourth. I was pushing four fingers into her to my thumb. Wow, was she horny. I am not sure when but sometime along the way I must have closed my thumb because as I thrust my fingers back in I felt my whole hand go inside her. Boy did she scream and moan when that happened. I asked if she was alright and her response was "Fuck my cunt now you fucking slut !" What could I do after she said that but give her what she wanted. I pulled my hand out almost all the way then thrust in again. She had stopped eating my pussy but that was alright given the reactions I was getting from her I was close to cumming anyway. I fist fucked her for about more 5 minutes when she cried out she was cumming. Okay more like screamed it out. Right as she started to cum she shoved her fingers back into my cunt and I joined her in a mutual orgasm. She collapsed on top of me and we lay there until her assistant came into the room and reminded Sheryl she had one more patient that day. I noticed that she was also gorgeous. I found myself imagining what she would look like nude. Boy I think I just realised that I am in fact bisexual. Sheryl's assistant Sandra helped us get ourselves together. I noticed how nice she smelled also.

As I dressed to leave Sheryl asked how my pain was. I told her I had not felt it hurting for about an hour. Not that I was able to think about the displeasure of pain with all of the pleasure that was happening. She said to go ahead and make appointment for the following week. I said I thought that would be a good idea, in fact she might need some help from Sandra next week. I think I am going to be in a lot of pain!!

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