Leilah's cup of coffee sat on the small table before her next to an opened book. She had already read the page three times and had given up on it. Her mind was just not into the romantic novel. The small coffeehouse was nearly empty this early in the morning and she usually enjoyed being the only customer.
Today; however, Leilah's mood was black. She had been planning this day all month. Her husband was out of town and her son away for the weekend with friends. She had been coming here regularly and had caught the eye of a dark haired waiter. They had talked a lot and joked around about having sex on several occasions and lately their conversations had become so thick with innuendo and double entendre that she had decided to do something about it. She had planned on meeting him here today and when he made his usual joking pickup line, she was going to take him up on it. One could never be positive, but she suspected he would be more than happy to take her to the hotel down the street and spend the day fucking her brains out. She had been fantasizing about it for the last two weeks and she was so horny she didn't know what to do.
Leilah was happily married, but she had a great love of sex and her poor husband could not satisfy it. She was very discreet, but enjoyed sex with younger men and the odd fling with the right woman. She was older now, but still attractive, and her large tits never failed to catch the interest of men and women alike. Today she wore a black scoop neck sweater with rhinestones. It was tight across her bust and cut low enough that an observer could just see the top of her pink push up bra. She had made an early appointment at the salon and her hair was freshly colored and styled. She had taken extra care with her make up and chosen her fashionable black jeans. And all for nothing, she thought bitterly.
It turned out that Rob, her planned companion for the day, had taken the weekend off to go to some concert at Jones Beach. She had toyed with the idea of driving up, but she didn't have a ticket, was unlikely to find him in such a crowd, and even if she did she wouldn't have time to seduce him and get back home in time for her husband's traditional late call, not to mention she hadn't driven anywhere in quite a while.
She took a sip of her coffee to find it had gotten cold and tasted awful. That's the last straw, she thought. She slammed her book closed, tossed a dollar on the table and started to rise when she saw a woman walking into the cafe part of the shop. The woman's auburn hair was thick and long, and she wore it over her left shoulder, held by a black bow. Leilah really liked a woman with a full head of hair and she eased back into her seat. It was a long shot, but maybe today wouldn't be wasted after all. She had nothing else to do, so she decided to take a few minutes and see what would happen, if anything.
She watched the woman get a cup of coffee and take a seat at a small corner table. The redhead was dressed in a jade green business dress and was out of place among the Beatniks and Goths who usually frequented the place. Leilah racked her brain, but the closest place this woman could have come from was an office building that was several blocks away. She glanced at her watch, wondering if maybe she had lost track of time, but it was still too early for lunch. The woman's face was pretty and she had nice legs and a good figure. Her chest was large for her size, which Leilah found exciting.
Leilah was still staring at her when the woman looked up. Their eyes met and held for a long time, before the redhead smiled shyly and blushed. She quickly looked back down at her book, but Leilah kept her eyes on the woman and was rewarded furtive glances the attractive woman threw her way.
Very interesting, she thought, but how to proceed from here? Leilah enjoyed both being seduced and pursuing someone. In this case she realized she would have to make the moves. First, because she didn't have time to get to know the woman and let her make the first move. Second, because the shy smile and quiet demeanor led her to believe that this woman never would make the first move on anyone. That brings me back to what to do now, she thought.
Leilah put her own book in her bag and sauntered towards the bookstore part of the shop. Her route carried her close to the woman's table. The woman glanced up as she approached and Leilah felt a thrill when she realized the redhead's eyes were glued to her breasts. She changed her course and moved to the side of the table opposite the woman. Leilah leaned on the table; purposefully keeping her arms below her ample breasts, she knew at this angle the girl would have a magnificent view of her cleavage. Leilah had planned to make some comment on the book the woman was reading, but the way the girl's green eyes were drinking in her breasts gave her a better idea.
"Hi, my name's Leilah,"
"Umm... Hello, Rachel, nice to meet you" she said in a quiet voice. She tried to return her eyes to her book, but they just kept rising to Leilah's chest.
"I haven't seen you here before,"
"No, I am not from around here. My car broke down on the parkway and I had to get it towed, the attendant at the garage said I could relax here while he worked on it,"
"So you are stuck here all day?"
"I'm afraid so," she said with a pretty smile.
"So you just going to read and drink coffee all day?"
"I don't see that I have much choice. There isn't anything else to do around here, according to the mechanic"
"I have a suggestion," Leilah said lowering her voice.
"Yes?" she replied.
Leilah dipped her thumbs into the sweater's neck line and pulled it down to reveal most of the huge expanse of delicate pink satin of her bra cups. The woman's eyes got as big as saucers and she licked her lips nervously.
"We can go get a room at the Holiday Inn down the street and you can spend the day sucking on these instead," Leilah whispered seductively.
The woman glanced nervously about and Leilah was afraid she might have overplayed her hand. She watched as the woman blushed furiously and then nodded. The redhead closed her book and rose to follow Leilah out of the shop and down the street. Leilah was surprised at her own boldness, but happy with the outcome. Rachel had full and apparently soft lips and imagining them on her breasts sent a shiver through the married woman.
Leilah was mostly straight; her bisexual leanings were predominantly centered on her love of breast play. Leilah had large, sensitive breasts and she adored having them worshiped. She had discovered that women seemed to give them more of the attention she loved quite by accident, but since then she went after women when she really wanted to have hers adored. The way this girl had stared at them left her feeling like she was in for a real treat today and she quickened her pace.
She led the way down the street one eye on traffic and the other on her companion's tits. Leilah not only loved having her breasts played with, but she loved to play with another woman's as well. Rachel's swayed under the jacket she wore and seemed to be full and heavy. Leilah was pretty sure they were large, but with all today's contrivances you couldn't tell sometimes. Rachel seemed nervous and unsure of what she was doing and Leilah was glad there was a lounge in the hotel, a drink or two might be just the thing to loosen her up.
Leilah was very hot, but she was still very cautious and discreet. She explained to the man behind the counter that she and her friend had broken down, they wanted a room with two beds so they could sleep while the car was being repaired, and they did not wish to be disturbed unless the garage called. He was sympathetic and gave them a room on the back of the building where it was quiet. He accepted cash without the slightest hesitation and gave them both an electronic key card for room 105.
Leilah led the way into the small and darkened lounge. She selected a booth in back where they were totally out of the bartender's sight. There were only three other people in the lounge at this hour. One man looked to be a business traveler and was nearly asleep at his table. The other two looked like locals, they were drinking beer and playing powerball. Both of them watched her and Rachel until they were seated and then returned their attention to the game, only occasionally glancing towards the booth and the two women.
"Do you drink?" Leilah asked.
"Sometimes,"
"What would you like?"
"Long Island Iced tea, please,"
Leilah got them both drinks and returned to the booth. The more she was around this small woman the more she wanted her. Leilah realized the girl wasn't really that much smaller than she was, perhaps less than an inch shorter, but she carried herself in such a way that she seemed tiny. Leilah made small talk and let Rachel sip her drink and relax. It wasn't long before the woman's blue eyes returned to Leilah's bust.
The adoring, almost reverent expression on her face, sent Leilah's blood racing. She moved closer to the petite woman, until their hips were touching, the whole while acting as if she were trying to get a better view of the television over the bar.
"That's better."
"Can you see now?" Rachel asked. Leilah turned slightly and the outside of her breast pressed against the outside of Rachel's. The girl's eyes shot instantly to Leilah's neckline.
"I was making sure you could," Leilah said and smirked when the girl's face went crimson. Even when blushing Rachel could not seem to tear her eyes away from Leilah's chest.
"You like these don't you?" Leilah said as she moved her upper body causing her heavy breasts to sway.
Rachel could only nod and take a large gulp of her drink. She looked as if she was aching to just touch them and Leilah glanced around the room. The businessman had left, and the two locals were now watching sports center.
"Want to go someplace more private?"
"Yes, I would."
Leilah nodded, tossed a tip on the table and led the way around to the back of the hotel and room 105. The hotel room was furnished in typical style. Two large beds with ugly green comforters, two nightstands, two dressers, beige walls and green carpet made it seem very ordinary, but Leilah was too excited to admire the decor. Her entire attention was focused on the redhead who was standing in front of her. Rachel had her back to Leilah and was surveying the room. Leilah moved closer and wrapped her arms around the woman's waist, pulling her close she gently nuzzled the soft skin of her neck.
Rachel started at her touch, but moaned softly and relaxed in her arms. Her skin was soft and she smelled faintly of strawberries. Leilah continued to nuzzle her neck and brush her lips over the sensitive skin while her hands slowly slid under the jacket. Leilah was pleasantly surprised to find that the blouse underneath was silk, her fingers moved ever upward until they encountered the domes of the girl's breasts. Leilah could feel the material of her bra under the blouse, it was heavy, but judging by the way the blouse slid over it, it was satin. She gently nibbled on the redhead's shoulder where it joined her neck while spreading her fingers to cup her breasts. The jacket restricted her movements somewhat, but she easily found the rapidly hardening nipples with her palms.
"Why don't we get you a little more comfortable?" she whispered in the girl's ear. Rachel nodded but made no effort at all to undress so Leilah reluctantly released her breasts and slipped her hands out from under the jacket. The three black buttons gave easily and as she pulled the jacket back Rachel let her arms reach back so it would slide off easily. The redhead's blouse was a cream color, Leilah noticed as she tossed the jacket onto the nearest bed and transparent enough to see the straps of her bra through. Rachel turned to face her before the married woman could get her arms back around her.
Leilah stood and watched, wanting to know what the smaller woman would do. Rachel's nipples were hard, making small tents in the creamy fabric of her blouse. The brief contact had caused Leilah's own nipples to harden and she noticed that there were similar tents in the fabric of her sweater. The redhead stepped hesitantly forward, her eyes glued to Leilah's chest. She started to reach out, but her hands hesitated and then withdrew.
"It's all right baby, go ahead," Leilah coaxed. The girl's hand moved out again, and her fingertips brushed Leilah's sides. The contact was so soft the married woman could barely feel it, but in the state she was in it still felt wonderful.
"Mmmmmmmm, that's nice."
That little bit seemed to put the girl over the top, her fingers became bolder, stroking up Leilah's sides and then brushing the outsides of her large breasts. Leilah felt herself shiver, the woman's touch was incredibly gentle. Leilah reached out and gently stroked Rachel's arms. Leilah delighted in the silken texture and found the contrast between her olive fingertips and the girls pale arms highly erotic. She moved closer and the girl's arms slipped around her waist, while her own moved up to Rachel's shoulders. They were standing close now and their breasts were so close a deep breath on either of their parts would have brought contact. Leilah traced her fingertips along the girl's shoulders and then behind her neck where she applied a gentle pressure.
Rachel moved against her then, pressing her breasts into Leilah's and causing a wonderful sensation to shoot through her. She could feel the shorter woman's hard nipples pressing against the undersides of her own breasts and wished there was not so much cloth between them. Rachel looked up expectantly and Leilah dipped her head to bring their lips together. Rachel's lips were as soft as they looked and parted when Leilah thrust her tongue out. Her mouth was warm and wet and tasted of coke-a-cola. Leilah probed and explored with her tongue, while the smaller woman's tongue slipped back and forth over her own.
Leilah let her hands slide down to the girl's ass and gently squeezed the soft globes of flesh. Her fingers explored a bit and then she moved along the waist of the jade skirt. When she felt the cool metal of the zipper she eased it down. Rachel's hands were busy as well, stroking Leilah's back and shoulders. The skirt slid down, caught for a moment on her garters and then fell to the floor around her feet. Leilah's hands returned to the girl's ass, with the skirt out of the way she could feel the heat radiating through the soft, silky material of her companion's panties. Leilah also felt the lace of Rachel's garterbelt on her wrists, she longed to take a look, but wasn't about to break the sensuous kiss.
Leilah took a step forward, the motion broke the contact of their lips, but Rachel moved her head forward and captured Leilah's lower lip gently between her teeth. A stab of white-hot pleasure shot through Leilah's system when she felt the girl's tongue swirl over the captured lip. Leilah forced her own tongue against Rachel's lips and the kiss was reestablished when the redhead released Leilah's lip and sucked the larger woman's tongue back into her mouth. Leilah took another tiny step, but this time the girl seemed to know what she wanted and allowed herself to be maneuvered to the edge of the bed. Their tongues continued to swirl around one another producing warm feelings in Leilah's belly. The girl's calves were pressed back against the bed now, but she seemed oblivious of it and continued to suck and lick at Leilah's tongue.
Leilah gave Rachel a gentle push and she sat heavily on the bed. The married woman smiled and stepped back so she could get a good look at Rachel. The smaller woman's legs were indeed beautiful, encased in sheer black stockings with lace at the tops. Her garterbelt was green satin, trimmed in a fine black lace and green French cut panties covered her mound. These were damp and clung to the woman's vulva making it seem very prominent.
Leilah caught the hem of her sweater and tugged it over her head, tossing it in the general direction of the other bed where she had thrown Rachel's jacket. The redhead's breath caught in her throat with an audible gasp when Leilah's large breasts, covered only by the pink satin bra were revealed. The married woman smiled, moved to the edge of the bed and placed a knee on one side of the smaller woman. When Leilah leaned forward to put her other knee on the bed, Rachel fell onto her back, allowing Leilah to straddle her hips.
Leilah's hands ended up on the bed, one above each of Rachel's shoulders. She had a perfect view of her companions face and the absolutely rapt expression on it. Rachel's hands tentatively moved to Leilah's breasts, gently tracing along the outsides of them with just her fingertips. The contact was electric, gentle but sensuous and it fueled Leilah's lust. She wanted to rip off her bra and feel those small hands on her bare skin, but refrained. Leilah had the feeling this could be an encounter she would long remember, if she could just be patient. Rachel's gentle touch and obvious love of her tits could mean a lot of pleasure, if she didn't let her hormones run away with her and ruin the mood.
Leilah's affairs were usually spontaneous things and she always felt the underlying urgency in them to do the deed, escape and avoid being caught. This time she had planned it carefully and although this was not the person she had hoped to be with, she did have the whole day. Something told her that she would be glad of it, for the smaller woman seemed to be the type who would take a lot of time.
Rachel's hands slid under her breasts and gently hefted them, apparently reveling in their size and weight. When she gently squeezed them with both hands Leilah gasped in delight. Those small gentle hands began to knead her breasts through her bra and Leilah felt herself begin to get wet. She removed one hand from the bed and caught the hem of Rachel's blouse, she tugged it up until it was bunched around the smaller woman's neck. Rachel's hands and eyes never left her breasts, and Leilah had trouble taking hers off the girls face. She had a faraway expression that was wistful and at the same time captivating.
When she finally did manage to take her eyes of the girl's face she wasn't sorry. Rachel's breasts were full and round, sculpted into twin domes by the jade green satin of her bra. Her skin was milky white and the green set it off beautifully with her auburn hair and blue eyes. Leilah wanted to reach down and touch them, but the smaller woman's hands were in the way so she closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensation instead.
The redhead's hands continued to gently squeeze the tender flesh of her tits. At first she would work deeply into them and then just lightly squeeze. Her hands slipped slowly around the outsides, to the tops of Leilah's breasts and when the older woman felt the warm, bare flesh of her younger lover she shivered. Rachel's hands slid slowly down the slopes of her tits, until the heels of her hands raked across Leilah's sensitive nipples. The hard buttons felt as if they jumped and Leilah gasped. Rachel settled her palms over Leilah's aching nipples, making tiny pockets in each palm and when she squeezed this time it felt to Leilah like her nipples were being pulled from all sides at once. The younger woman continued to gently squeeze and Leilah thought she might come right there, it felt almost as if tiny, satiny mouths were sucking her nipples.
Leilah lifted one hand from the bed and guided it between their bodies, until she could cup her pussy through her jeans. She rubbed herself through her jeans, while Rachel continued to massage her breasts. The girl's hands were still moving slowly and sensuously, the caresses loving, but not urgent. In contrast, Leilah's hand worked fast and hard, almost demanding that she move this along despite her intentions. Leilah was caught in a whirlwind of competing needs and desires. The long month of anticipation had driven her to the edge and she wanted release, but the girl's soft hands, gentle touch and loving demeanor made her want to take her time. Leilah felt the tightening in her belly, the tensing of the muscles in her thighs and ass. She knew she had to stop this instant or she was going to explode.
The girl seemed to sense her need and her indecision, and solved the dilemma for the older woman. She craned her neck up and removed her hand from Leilah's left breast. Before Leilah could comprehend what she was doing the redhead's lips captured her aching nipple and her tongue lashed it through her bra. It was not so much the change in sensation as it was the visual stimulation that sent Leilah into her orgasm. The girl's soft face, pursed lips and the hollowing of her cheeks as she sucked were incredibly erotic and it was too much. Leilah sighed through her orgasm, reveling in each delightful contraction in her belly and its accompanying wave of pleasure.
Leilah felt her knees get weak and her arms give out, she collapsed on the smaller woman. The girl made no protest, nor did she even attempt to move. Throughout Leilah's orgasm and through the aftershocks she continued to suckle one of Leilah's tits and massage the other. Leilah was still enjoying the after effects of her orgasm, when she became aware of the sensations as separate entities again. Her right nipple was stiff and aching, sending jagged little shocks of pleasure into her system as the girl continued to knead it. Her left nipple was sending shocks as well, but of a different nature.
By now the satin of her bra was very wet, and the girl's tongue was sliding back and forth over the slick material. Her nipple was directly under that tongue and it felt exquisite, so pleasurable it was almost painful.
"Mmmmmm, switch beautiful, this one is feeling neglected," Leilah purred as she raised her self on her elbows.
The girl did not hesitate, but moved her head to Leilah's right breast and her hand to the nipple she had just abandoned. While her finger lightly circled the hard nipple in its damp prison of satin, her mouth and tongue began to work on the other. Leilah twisted her hand to place it on the crotch of Rachel's panties. She was amazed to find them soaking and sticky. Rachel groaned around the nipple in her mouth.
Leilah was a little shocked to find her so wet. It took a few moments for her to realize the little vixen was getting off on just playing with her breasts. Leilah forced the two middle fingers of her hand into the wet furrow and began to stroke. The girl gasped, but did not let Leilah's nipple escape her mouth.
"You like my tits don't you?"
The girl nodded slightly, but made no sound. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be in some kind of trance.
Leilah forced herself up on her knees, drawing her tits from the girl's mouth and hand. She quickly unfastened the bra and let her large breasts spill out of it. The redhead's eyes got big, and an expression of ecstasy was evident on her face. Leilah crawled off the girl's hips and helped her to a sitting position.
"Lets get you out of yours," Leilah whispered as she kissed the girls shoulder. Her hands moved to the closure at the back of the green bra and quickly opened it. Leilah slipped her fingers under the straps and gently lifted them off Rachel's shoulders. The bra slipped down her arms and ended up on the floor next to Leilah's own.
Rachel started to turn around but Leilah stopped her by curling her hands over Rachel's shoulders and gently pulling her back down onto her back. Leilah then scooted back on the bed and fell forward onto her elbows. This brought her face to the girl's gorgeous breasts, and left her own hanging down. She could feel the soft skin of Rachel's cheeks on the insides of her breasts and thrilled to it.
Rachel's breasts were large and full, not as large as Leilah's but easily a C-cup. The skin was pale and the nipples were a soft pink hue. Leilah could see the tiny network of veins beneath the soft pale skin, and also the tiny bumps on the half dollar sized aureoles. The nipples were not overly large, but were now very hard and stood out from the surrounding aureole. Leilah exhaled on one and the smaller woman twitched beneath her.
Rachel turned her head from side to side, nuzzling against the soft skin. When she began to gently tongue and lick, Leilah thought she would scream. Leilah had been with many lovers, she had had a lot of hands and mouths on her breasts, but she had never been with anyone who seemed so enthralled by them as this girl. Her treatment of them had been gentle to the point of being maddening. Leilah brought her hands to the girl's breasts and firmly kneaded them while she licked the aureole of one.
Rachel shivered and a soft moan escaped her lips. Leilah realized the girl would be content to just have her breasts on her cheeks, so she moved her body, bringing a nipple to the girl's mouth. She felt the girl's lips close around it, creating a soft seal and then gentle suction that pulled her nipple even farther away from her tit. The girls tongue rolled around the sensitive flesh and she began to pull at it, like a child suckling. Leilah groaned and sucked the girl's nipple into her own hungry mouth. She took the girls nipple between her teeth and held it steady as her tongue lashed back and forth over it.
For a timeless period they stayed like that, Leilah working the smaller woman's tits hard, while Rachel gently stroked hers and suckled her nipple. Leilah felt herself getting hot again, she loved having this kind of prolonged attention paid to her tits, but now her pussy was demanding some attention. She stopped sucking and just kneaded the girl's breasts while she considered what to do next. The girl's soft lips and warm tongue felt exquisite and now she longed for them to be on her dripping sex. The question was how to accomplish that? The girl seemed to be content to spend the whole afternoon with just her breasts. Leilah had always dreamed of someone doing that, but she found that she wanted more now. She wanted the girl's face between her thighs.
Leilah was pondering how to do this when she remembered something she had once read in an erotic story. At the time it had seemed very hot to her, but she was not sure if the girl would go for it. Only one way to find out, she thought.
Leilah released the girl's breasts and put her head down on them. She moved her hands to her fly and gingerly let her weight rest on the girl, this had the effect of forcing more of her tit into the girls willing mouth. Satisfied that she wasn't hurting the redhead Leilah undid her jeans. When they were undone she used her hands to lever herself back up, pulling her nipple from the girl's mouth with an audible popping sound.
Leilah piled the pillows up on the headboard and lay back while the girl sat up and watched. Leilah put her feet flat on the bed and lifted her ass so she could roll her jeans and panties off. The girl's eyes were sparkling as she watched. Once they were past her ass Leilah lifted her feet and the girl caught her jeans and panties and pulled them off. Leilah settled herself and splayed her thighs, exposing her pussy to the girl's view.
The girl was staring and Leilah knew what she was seeing. Her pubic hair was a very dark color, but sparse and her outer lips were full and wet. She knew that by now they were gaping open and that they were a dark pink, almost purple color. She could feel how wet she was and was sure it was evident to the girl's eye.
Leilah spread her arms invitingly and the girl crawled between her thighs and hugged her. Their lips met again in a deep kiss with tongues doing battle. The girl was obviously very aroused and she forced her tongue into Leilah's mouth and explored every nook and cranny. Leilah was content to caress the girls back and ass and let her take the lead for a bit. Rachel's mouth eventually left her own and kissed up her jaw line, towards her ear. She licked Leilah's ear lobe and then moved slowly back down, stopping here and there to lick and suck. Her lips left a wet trail from Leilah's ear, down the line of her jaw and across her throat. Rachel stopped and kissed her collarbone before continuing down.
Leilah could see where she was heading and decided to give her idea a try; she released the girl's ass and brought her hand to her smoldering pussy. Leilah dipped her fingers inside of her entrance, getting them slick with her juices and then brought her hand to her breast. She rubbed her fingers around her nipple, leaving it glistening with the viscous fluids from her cunt. The girl was staring at her tit now, seemingly unable to decide what to do. Leilah caught a handful of her hair and firmly guided the girl's head to her nipple.
Rachel hesitated for a moment and Leilah was afraid it wasn't going to work, but then she opened her mouth and ran her tongue lightly around Leilah's aureole. Leilah was holding her breath, but sighed contentedly when the girl sucked her wet nipple into her mouth. Her tongue worked around the nipple, until it was totally free of Leilah's juices. Leilah allowed her to suckle for a bit before she dipped her hand back into her love tunnel and coated her left nipple.
Rachel seemed to need no prompting and attacked her nipple, lapping greedily at it until it was clean and then gently sucking it into her mouth. This continued for a long time and was as hot as Leilah had hoped it would be. She would let the girl suckle until her nipple was aching and then coat her other nipple. The girl would immediately switch her attention to the one with Leilah's pussy juice on it. The best part for the older woman was that when any possible trace of her nectar was gone the girl still suckled and licked, it was almost as if she were trying to get milk. Leilah had read too many stories about pregnant women being suckled for that idea not to pop into her head and she felt her pussy contract and twitch. She almost wished she were lactating, just to see the little redhead drink her fill.
She dipped her fingers into herself longer each time and began to flick her clit as well while her hand was there. The girl was apparently hungry for her juices and when she brought her hand upwards for the tenth or eleventh time the girl caught it before she could rub it into her nipple. Rachel looked directly into Leilah's eye and then guided the wet fingers to her mouth. Leilah felt like she would come when the girl sucked them in and began to lick them clean. When she finished she pushed Leilah's hand back towards her crotch.
"It looks like you have found something you like," Leilah said, resisting the girl's hand.
"Yes, it tastes wonderful."
"Well, there is plenty there for you."
The girl smiled and kissed the back of Leilah's hand, then down her arm and across her shoulder. She licked the hollow at the nape of her neck, before continuing downward to plant a kiss on each nipple. From there she moved down to lick at Leilah's navel, which caused her to giggle. She was very ticklish.
Her giggle turned into a moan when the girls tongue reached the top of her mound and licked through her pubic hair. Leilah spread her legs wide and tried to relax. She was so worked up from the attention to her tits, and she did not want to come at the first contact of the girl's mouth. Still, she was hyped and knew it wouldn't take much to send her over the edge.
The girl's fingers were massaging the outsides of her mound, just teasing her lips and her tongue slipped through Leilah's sparse pubes to rest just above the top of her slit. She started licking then, delicate, gentle swipes of her tongue moving to one side and then the other. Leilah felt her back arch involuntarily, trying to bring her swollen pussy into contact with the wonderful tongue, but Rachel would not allow it. She pressed Leilah's hips back down and then began to gently tongue her outer lips, working slowly downward, but not slipping between them to caress the inner folds. Leilah groaned in frustration, it felt so good, and she was so close, but it wasn't enough to get her over the top.
When she reached the bottom of Leilah's pussy Rachel forced her tongue into the older woman and pursed her lips around the tight entrance. Her tongue seemed very long and flexible once it was inside and began to wiggle around, and she sucked hard, drawing more of Leilah's nectar from her. Leilah cried out then, it just felt so good. Her hands shot to her breasts and she rolled the nipples between her fingers adding jagged jolts of pleasure to her already overly stimulated system. She was dying now for an orgasm, she had to have it. The feelings were so powerful that she could not even try to hold back.
Rachel curled her tongue and ran it upward from the entrance to Leilah's tunnel towards the top of her slit, scooping up the thick fluid that had gathered between the older woman's swollen lips. Leilah couldn't take any more teasing; her hands left her breasts and curled into Rachel's luxurious hair, pulling her mouth tightly against her slit.
"No more teasing, I have to come," Leilah groaned.
Rachel went wild at the words, sucking hard on Leilah's clit she drew it out and then swirled her tongue over the super sensitive bud before she began to lash it with manically fast strokes of her tongue. The shock of it was more than Leilah could bear and she felt her bottom come unglued, jogging and twitching and contracting as her orgasm ripped through her. Leilah screamed then. She wasn't usually vocal during sex, but the tension inside of her, the unremitting pleasure demanded nothing less than a scream.
Leilah rode the red waves of pleasure, like a surfer on the crest of a giant wave. Rachel did not stop and Leilah felt like she was being devoured alive. The sensations from the girl's tongue, lips and fingers merged into one flow of sensation that sent her skyrocketing into another orgasm. This one was more powerful, shocking her body to its core. Rachel showed no sign of letting up and Leilah found herself pushing the girl's head away, it felt too good now.
She drifted down from her orgasm slowly; Rachel had returned to her breasts and was suckling contentedly. The sensation was not powerfully erotic now, it was warm, gentle and comforting. Leilah glanced at the alarm clock on the night table, it wasn't even noon yet. The girl's soft tongue and warm mouth left no doubt in Leilah's mind that this was just the beginning.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
A Change of Plans
Leilah's cup of coffee sat on the small table before her next to an opened book. She had already read the page three times and had given up on it. Her mind was just not into the romantic novel. The small coffeehouse was nearly empty this early in the morning and she usually enjoyed being the only customer.
Today; however, Leilah's mood was black. She had been planning this day all month. Her husband was out of town and her son away for the weekend with friends. She had been coming here regularly and had caught the eye of a dark haired waiter. They had talked a lot and joked around about having sex on several occasions and lately their conversations had become so thick with innuendo and double entendre that she had decided to do something about it. She had planned on meeting him here today and when he made his usual joking pickup line, she was going to take him up on it. One could never be positive, but she suspected he would be more than happy to take her to the hotel down the street and spend the day fucking her brains out. She had been fantasizing about it for the last two weeks and she was so horny she didn't know what to do.
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Monday, September 29, 2008
Unexpected Sex
After my dad left us, my mom swore off men and took up with a string of women. Dad said that he still loved Mom. Even at 34 she was still as incredibly beautiful as the day he met her. She was the perfect hostess and mother. But something was missing from their relationship. Something deep in her never quite responded to him. He gave her a very hefty divorce settlement and married someone else.
Mom told me she took the women to her room to play cards, watch television or chat so that she wouldn't disturb me. Many times I listened outside her door. The moans and sighs didn't leave much room for real conversation. Once when I came home from school early, I sneaked upstairs and actually saw my mom, naked with a woman. She had left the door wide open, but I watched in the large mirror on her bedroom wall. Mom was kissing her. I saw her tongue go in and out of the lady's mouth. The woman's hands were rubbing my mom's butt. Mom led her to the bed, opened her thighs and stuck her tongue into the lady's pussy. She held her legs open as she licked and sucked and moaned into the pussy. The lady was writhing and almost screaming as Mom made her cum. Then Mom climbed on top of her and took her mouth again as she screwed on her pussy. Soon Mom was bucking hard as she took her pleasure on the woman. I stood there, feeling myself get wet. I could see my mom's beautiful, perfect body screwing her friend. I had never seen anything as amazing.
After that incident, I was even more observant. I listened whenever I could. I peeked through the old-fashioned keyhole or in the mirror if her door was cracked even just a little. Mom has had a lot of friends over the last couple of years. Once I was watching Gone with the Wind in our basement recreation room. It's a very long movie, right? During intermission I went upstairs to get a snack. I saw groceries that would have been delivered by the young Chinese woman at our market, but neither she nor Mom was in sight. She must be at it again. I flew up the back stairs and crept to her door. The woman was telling Mom that the huge dick that she was wearing would not fit in her. Mom kissed her and poked at her with the dick, coaxing her to at least let her try. Mei-Mei couldn't have been more that a size three petite and was already 21. She would always be the size of a girl.
I had a good view through the large mirror. The young woman got on her knees at the end of the bed. Mom, looming over her, eased the penis slowly into Mei-Mei as she talked dirty. The dick stretched the girl's pussy, but apparently didn't hurt her. Three quarters of it actually went in. Mom was ecstatic and went to work on her. My pussy throbbed as she slid in and out of the whimpering girl. I wished it were me on that bed. The girl cried she was cumming, and collapsed with Mom still in her. Mom got in a few more strokes while she was down, then pulled out, flipped over and pulled the girl on top of her. The girl kissed Mom deep and lovingly before she eased herself onto the dick. She squatted, going up and down, up and down on Mom's penis. The girl was totally orgasmic in just a few minutes. She moved off, pulled the harness back, found Mom's clit and worked her until she came. Same time next week, I heard Mei-Mei say.
On my 18th birthday, the weekend before Spring Break, Mom got together with my friends and threw me a birthday bash at a hotel ballroom. Mom and I were a little tipsy when we got home around 1a.m. She told me she was leaving first thing in the morning for the entire week. She and one of our neighbors were going to a spa. She said I could have someone stay with me for the week if I wanted. She also told me there was another present for me upstairs in my room. Enjoy, sweetheart.
When I turned on the light, there on my bed was a beautiful, blond, naked girl who looked not much older than me. She was sucking on a large flesh-colored, penis with hanging straps. On my dresser was an assortment of dildos, vibrators, lubricants, lotions and oils, feathers, fruit flavored douches and edible panties. There were even fantasy costumes in our sizes--cheerleader, businesswoman, waitress, etc. Oh man, did I ever want to fuck a cheerleader! With the envelope of cash I found, I would say Mom thought of everything. The girl was 21 year-old Mona-Lisa from an exclusive escort service that catered only to women. She said that my mom told her to tell me that I would know what to do with her because I had seen it done many times. Mona-Lisa would instruct me in the things I didn't know.
I smiled wickedly as I quickly stripped out of my party clothes. I was already wet and just beginning to throb. Pussy was just a few feet away. Oh, yes. I knew what to do. I left the lamp light on because I wanted to see her pussy, see myself fuck her. I wanted to fuck like my Mom fucked-without reservation or shame. I crawled onto that voluptuous body that was made for fucking and immediately drove my tongue into her mouth. I sucked on those big perky breasts and rubbed her large pussy for the longest time as she screwed her lovely ass into my mattress. She moaned as I made my way slowly down, sucking and kissing, licking and savoring. Before I invaded her cherry-scented pussy with my rolled tongue, I sent a silent thank you to my mom.
I took full advantage of my awesome present and fucked her wantonly the rest of that night and clean into Monday morning of the next week, losing my total virginity to her in the lovely process. We used Mom's cash to order in or to go out to eat. We even took in a movie and shopped for bathing suits we never swam in and sexy lingerie that we wore under our costumes. But mostly we did things to each other. Incredibly sexy things. When my friends saw us together, I told them she was a visiting cousin. I'm sure Mom paid dearly for the sexy, responsive rent-a-girl, but she was worth every fucking penny. We learned every inch of each other and I think we may have fallen a little in love over the week. Maybe Mom will let Mona-Lisa come back and play with me. Man, I fucked that girl all week, but I still had high school on Monday morning. Bummer!
On this hot summer morning in July, I opened my front door to the beautiful young woman standing there. She looked to be about 20 with reddish-orange curly hair. Lorelei was her name. She said she was collecting contributions for a day care for working mothers. My husband had dropped our son off at his pre-school and headed into town for work, so I was alone. I felt comfortable and invited her in, offering her glass of orange juice. As I pulled fifty dollars from my purse, I told her she must get lots of donations, with her being so pretty and all. Was I flirting? She admitted that her looks didn't hurt. Men and women always responded favorably to her.
She thanked me for the money and the drink and asked if there was something she could do for me. On an impulse, I told her a kiss would be nice. She smiled and took my face in her hands. I expected a smack on the cheek or the lips, but she gently forced my lips open with her tongue. Our mouths opened and mated. My pussy got heavy. My hand instinctively lifted her gauzy dress, put itself inside her brief panties and felt her up. I'd seen it done in X-rated films, but I had never touched another woman's pussy before. What an utter delight it was to touch the warm fleshy folds, to feel the moistness gathering. I got carried away and rubbed her hard as I sucked her tongue. She came with a throaty cry.
I encouraged the girl to remove my shorts and panties. Where did the need to have her fuck me come from? One kiss? One feel? She sat me on my armchair and sucked my pussy. I came as soon as her tongue entered me, and many times after as she worked on me. No man was ever this good. She kissed me deeply and left me satisfied but exposed for her viewing as she prepared to leave.
She kept hungrily staring at my wet pussy and confessed that her need for women was enormous. When her cousin, Caitlin, first took her at age 13, she lived for the times when their families, who lived in adjacent towns, visited each other. Her cousin, who was two years older, always shared a bedroom with her. The girl said her Caitlin fell in love with her. She would fuck her all night and sneak feels during the day. She said she was glad when she turned 18 so that she could openly seek out women. She said she has had many. Lorelei said women gay and straight gravitated toward her. No shit, I thought.
Not wanting her to leave just yet, I asked her to tell me more about her Caitlin. She glanced at my pussy again, told me it was quite beautiful, and began her story. She said even though Caitlin had a beautiful name, she was barely pretty. But she had a fantastic body and was always horny. On a family trip to Disney World, she and Caitlin were assigned different roommates for the first time ever. During the days of that week long trip, Caitlin had very few chances to touch her. There were no chances to love her in the night. They were 17 and 19 that year.
On Thursday night they sneaked off to the hotel pool very late. Another couple was kissing at the deep end. She let Caitlin put her hand in her bikini bottom and kiss her a little. Lorelei kept glancing toward the man and woman and looking for anyone else who might pop up on them. They paid them no mind. Horny Caitlin wanted more. She needed to fuck Lorelei right then and there. They moved to the inclined, shallow end of the pool and loosened their tops and removed their bottoms. As Lorelei looked up at the stars and rubbed her breasts, Caitlin vigorously sucked her pussy as the pool waves lapped around them. Then she was on top of her, kissing her, declaring her love as they screwed their pussies. When they came and separated, the couple at the other end clapped.
Caitlin married a computer nerd who made a bunch of money from a dot com company. The girls still get together on occasion, and yes, they still fuck each other. She said Caitlin is an imaginative lover and she looks forward to what she has in store for her.
Seductively removing my blouse and bra, I asked Lorelei to please, please fuck me again. Like she fucks Caitlin. With a deep moan, she pulled off her dress and panties and moved toward my open pussy. For several hours, we rolled over the plush carpet on my living room floor and on my unmade bed kissing and screwing and sucking each other's pussies. Lorelei stroked my ego with her passionate words as I stroked her pink pussy and suckled her milk-white breasts. She guided my hand and arched her back as I plunged two eager fingers into her wet center. She praised my pussy as it merged and rode with hers. We were totally wild as we achieved orgasm after orgasm.
What an absolutely fabulous fucking morning with the sexy Lorelei!
The ladies in the civic group in our small town all felt that an endorsement from the new mayor's wife would go a long way to help our current cause. As president, I called to make an appointment. When I arrived at the mayor's house, I met their maid at the front door. She said the mayor's wife sent her apologies, but she had a minor emergency to attend to. The maid was on her way to the market, but smiled secretly and said the daughter, Abby, would entertain me until her mother returned.
I had heard about Abby. She was eight years my junior at 16, gorgeous with black hair and blue eyes, and head-strong to boot. While she had never done anything criminal, she had done a few things to embarrass her father. Abby greeted me and offered refreshment. We chatted about our little town, her plans for college, etc. After our iced tea, she offered a tour of the house. When we descended the third floor where I had seen her mother's art studio, Abby said she needed something from her bedroom. She invited me in.
When the door closed behind us, Abby grabbed me and rammed her tongue down my throat. I sputtered and pushed her away. Then I recalled when my college roommate kissed and fondled me in the dark when she came home drunk one night. It really didn't feel all that bad. Abby came to me again and I let her kiss me. What the hell. No one else was home to see us. I let her remove my skirt and blouse. Everything else fell away quickly. She stripped and led me to bed. She pulled my legs apart and went for my pussy immediately. She was ravenous as she sucked and licked me. When she drove her tongue into me, I gasped loudly and bucked up from the bed as I came. Abby rubbed herself all over me. She rode me. I never imagined women doing this-this pussy riding. But it felt wonderful.
When Abby was eating me a second time, her bedroom door opened. The mayor's wife stood there and observed her daughter's head moving between my thighs, sucking me as I undulated on her bed. Neither one of us could stop. It felt too good. She told her daughter to hurry and finish up because she needed to keep her appointment with me. When I was freshening up in the bathroom, I was somewhat shocked when I overheard our first lady tell her daughter she thought she had given her enough pussy before she left. Abby told her mother that it's never enough. Her mother told her that she would deal with her later. Would it be a fuck or a punishment?
The mayor's wife, Alicia, put me at ease. After we discussed our business, she shared some information about Abby and herself after I promised not to reveal any of her confidences. She said Abby is really her stepdaughter. She married the mayor seven years ago when she was 27, just before they moved here. His honor and she now have a marriage of convenience with separate, adjoining bedrooms and rare sexual activity.
Alicia said Abby met a high school senior on a school trip last year while the family vacationed in Cancun. The senior zeroed in on our daughter her first day and was fucking Abby in her room that night. Abby's been hot for it ever since. Alicia consented to let Abby fuck her if she promised not to seek anyone else. She wanted to keep things quiet until her husband's term was up and/or Abby went off to college. She said she'd had sex with several women before she married. She found it exciting to be able to fuck a young, very hot Abby whenever they wanted. He says nothing, but he knows what they do. He's heard and seen them in various rooms of the house. His main concern is the job. So be it.
Alicia admitted to fucking Abby that morning just as I had heard. She said she really does enjoy having Abby all over her, sucking her breasts and eating her pussy. She said Abby's use of her pussy is excellent, as I well know. I blushed as I remembered her pussy moving on my breasts. Alicia's sex toy collection enhances their sex life. She said she has to keep her body in excellent shape because the girl can be very demanding. Tall, athletic Abby in a strap-on dildo is magnificent and she can pound into Alicia endlessly. As she talked, she walked behind my chair and massaged my shoulders. She rubbed my nipples, making them even harder. She said she was a bit jealous when she found me in Abby's bed. But she can see why the girl risked breaking their agreement. Perhaps we could do a threesome. Hmm!
"If you do anything worthwhile today, 'do it' with a woman." Tayla
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Sunday, September 28, 2008
Cold Art
It's a little too cool in here, she thinks, icy hair contrasting with the dark navy polo necked long-sleeved teeshirt which stands out in a white-painted gallery of frigid modern art like, well, like it's supposed to. The other patrons are subdued, subtle and almost pastel. Younger folk in silvers (metallic and soft), grey, and light green, shuffling in high-curving white Nikes; the more mature crowd in beige, light brown, cream knitted jumpers, padding along in indoor-coloured Hush-Puppies. Katherine's tight, red, smooth denim jeans, her worn, black, no-label hiking boots and long, wild hair barely restrained in a pony-tail clip are as eye-catching as she could have wished, if she had been in that kind of mood. Now she's here and looking for all the world like Exhibit A in the Fashion Crime Parade of most of these folk's inner eyes, she decides to go along with the whole thing and maintain a look of cool and mildly interested cynicism, deliberately swinging hips, curling lips and devilish eye contact with nervous women who clutch their boyfriends' and husbands' arm or pretend to not understand.
Damn Gretchen. She has used emotional blackmail to drag Katherine all this way and then promptly abandoned her as soon as she has welcomed her loudly in a "I have so many friends I only need to spend 17 loud seconds of How Are You Darling with each of them" fashion. Serves her right for sleeping (once) with a neurotic, obsessive, narcissistic, skinny, emotionally needy, frigid, almost certainly straight and maniacally trendy middle-class woman who thinks that dressing like a seventeen-year-old shop-lifter and frankly pretending she talks like one naturally will win her popularity and... she realises that she is losing the essential air of slightly malicious scharden-freude that she had picked out of her mental wardrobe fifteen minutes earlier and is pretty much glaring morosely at the leg of an offensively bland bench painted roughly in an annoying shade of cream with an even more eye-gratingly pink back and plonked at a carefully-careless angle of 17 degrees to the long wall of paintings. Exhibits, rather.
Reassembling her detachment will take some time, so she settles for a completely bland facial expression and picks a random wall item to focus on until she has regained both equilibrium and sense of humour.
Who picks silver and pink as art themes, anyway? Or frosted green and 23 shades of nearly-white, for goodness' sake? Maybe if she could be arsed to read the accompanying brochure... maybe if she could be bothered to a) find and b) fork out an exorbitant fee for same she would understand what the heck this was supposed to be about. As ever, actually, this exhibition was about displaying oneself as a connoisseur and incidentally young and popular person of taste and intelligence.
She is feeling restless. In a warmer atmosphere she'd say she was feeling horny, but this place... Frigidity is the key, certainly. She smiles, her humour returning in a flash of lop-sided, genuine grin to her face. Gretchen's talent is sterile and her soul incredibly frigid due to her lack of self-confidence. She has almost certainly picked this collection of her and other people's work to reflect this. If they all knew what this was about, they might not be so keen to exhibit their DKNYs and L'Oreal crops here after all.
Inner warmth somewhat restored, she starts to circulate again, an open smile on her face, eyes warm and full of expansive good humour. This proves even less trendy than the previous cynical demeanour, but she cares not a whit. She has promised Gretchen an hour because Gretchen is wily and knows that people come for 10 minutes, a glass of wine and a canapé if they come at all and so has elicited solemn oaths from reluctant press-gangees on the grounds that if they come once for longer she won't insist they come back another day. She might as well make the most of the time in hand and find someone to irritate, chat up or gossip with in a corner. Unfortunately, Gretchen seems to have anticipated the latter and timetabled cronies away from each other. Maybe she is becoming over paranoid or impressed with Gretchen's talent for manipulating her friends. Whatever, she can't find the likes of Alice, Sue, Jane, Martin, Richard or P anywhere. She sighs. P would have been an ideal choice here, scoping out the pretty ones, laughing at the trendoids, passing on valuable information, scandalous rumour and frankly lies about various mutual friends, enemies and acquaintances.
She has just spotted the ideal person to irritate, when (luckily for Gretchen), her eye is caught by a bold flash of colour. In this frosted wasteland the rich swirls of dark greens, pinks and reds stand out like someone crying out a joyous welcome at a winter funeral. She is aware that this is overly-poetic imagery, but parts of her brain are becoming numb with boredom and retinal fatigue from all the white is playing havoc with her colour sense. Walking at an oblique angle towards the colour, the woman comes into view by degrees. Small, dark-haired and dramatically untrendy. She has decided that tropical is the way to go, and it suits her incredibly open body language, her warm confidence, the way her eyes flash at people she's meeting and greeting. There aren't many of these and Katherine has managed to deliberately take 15 minutes to collect all this information. Gretchen arrives and deftly splinters the group in three different directions, with the new woman walking quietly away on her own back to where Katherine was earlier. The cold feels pinching on her skin more than ever, highlighting the surface of her arms, the tops of her cheeks, her temples and the small of her back. She thinks incongruously of wolves hunting and wonders if she is feeling a little feral, senses heightened by the bracing nature of the chill in the air.
Probably, she smiles to herself, it's about 26°C in here and I'm the victim of ego, lust and an over-active imagination. She is stopped in mid-grin by an old acquaintance who always wanted to be more and always seems determined to make it so under the somewhat twisted impression that sharing intimate details of emotional trauma (real or imagined - who can tell?) will make them buddies. She always feels tired, guilty, pissed-off and pitying, in no particular order, after meeting them and she decides that Gretchen be buggered, she is not there to be the entertainment, or, for that matter, an amateur counsellor to a myriad fashionable or otherwise fuck-ups, no matter how patronising and guilty this sentiment will make her feel – she wants to spend some energy on herself for once at one of these occasions.
Wittering an inane and frankly probably incomprehensible excuse at The Whiner, she skitters on into the middle of the room, trying not to look around too wildly. She's lost her. Bugger and blast it. Katherine feels she needs just a little of that fertility in this barren landscape, even a moment more in her eyeline, to feed her hunger.
There! Bright colours flash in the left-hand corner of her eye, disappear behind a pillar, reappear and head determinedly through a door. A self-contained package of tropical loveliness. Katherine makes just as determined a line over to the vanishing point, confident that it can interpreted as nothing more than a natural desire to go to the toilet. Brushing through a petrified forest of silvery sightseers, she employs smiles, nods and the occasional elbow to make her way through the suddenly packed crowd. Gretchen has an emotional tap on more people than she thought, or folk really will do anything for a free drink and expensive-looking hors d'oeuvres of an indeterminate origin plus the opportunity to be photographed taking in all the culture, darling.
The toilet is even whiter than she had imagined, and she wonders for a moment if Gretchen has taken it upon herself to make absolutely certain that every part of the building matches her vision for the exhibition. Luckily there are no twisted pieces of pastel metal mayhem on the walls and no sightseers. The woman is checking herself out in the mirror and she looks over her reflection's shoulder at Katherine's reflection, eyes meeting, mouth curving wickedly.
She is so vibrant, this woman, even more so than in the arena outside. Her hair and eyes are dark and glossy with health, her make-up subtle but determined - the lips are dark, plump and red, the eyelids slightly darkened with brown and green, very fine crows' feet evident that make her appear as if she has smiled just like that all her life. Everything curves, from her silken hair to her glossy mouth to her full hips to her thighs and - she imagines - the calves, the inner thighs, the musky mons. She gives the impression, not of plumpness, but of ripeness, an incredible fertility.
Katherine moves closer unwittingly, and feels a very physical, shockingly apparent sense of actual heat from this woman's back, feels it washing over her lips and chest. She is somehow taken aback, but still can't help moving forwards. Any closer and it will be entirely clear what her motives are. The woman turns, smiles a little more, and leans into a classically coy seduction pose - bum back against the stand in which the two sinks are embedded, hands either side, torso forward, head looking up. Katherine moves forwards again, as if tugged by the groin, and they both gaze at each other.
Then, so quickly no-one could be able to say how it happened or who started what, they are leaning into each other, lips locked and bodies slotted, curve into dip. This never happens with men; valleys and hills don't echo each other, fit so naturally as this with men. Katherine likes men but when she wants this soft, lush sense of fitting together, a man is too rigid, there is too much drive for one thing so, another so, the same each time. Their softnesses ease together, it is something she could sink into for the rest of her life, but keener urges draw the heat down to her groin. Grinning again, they stagger and crash into the nearest toilet cubicle, just remembering to lock it before grinding against the wall, thigh to groin. Katherine pushes her against the wall, clitoris urgent against the firm muscles of her upper thigh. She can feel the other woman's heat rocking fiercely against her, looks down to see her eyes closed, head tilted back against the wall, already half-way along the path to release. Katherine almost comes just seeing this, and has to work hard suppressing a groan of pure lust. She meshes her mouth with the other's again, and their tongues battle hotly, wetly, ridiculously. The other whimpers into her mouth and small orgasms rock both of them, a short flash of fire taking the edge off the initial rush, allowing other considerations in.
She has closed her eyes to enter the kiss and the way their bodies twine; suddenly she finds herself propelled backwards into the opposite toilet wall and pressed firmly against it. She can never say why she, a naturally dominant woman, finds being physically controlled by another woman, especially one ostensibly smaller and weaker than her, so obliviatingly erotic. Nothing else can make her body tingle like this, the complex combination of emotions always threatening to overwhelm her, body and soul, the few times it has happened. Her hands are locked down by her sides, and the warm, soft mouth moves down her cheek to her neck.. It can stay there until the next millennium, it feels so good. If only she hadn't worn a polo neck today, it could have been more extensive. One hand is freed, then pressed firmly back against the wall by a thigh. A small hand turns down the collar of her top and that mouth goes further, tongue flickering over flesh, teeth nicking ever-so-slightly. Her turn to whimper. Hands now on her breasts, impatiently sliding down and under, onto shuddering flesh, and she cannot hold back for longer than a minute before reaching out to touch the other. Her eyes open, and then they are kissing again, and hands fumble with Katherine's jeans and the hem of the long skirt, and she is shocked all over again by the sheer physical heat of this woman, radiating into the heavy-breathing cubicle.
Such is the power of this heat that they don't freeze when someone enters the next-door cubicle. They just hold their breath and become more stealthy. Mons and thigh are rocking together again, but short hairs trace patterns over sensitive skin, moisture leaves trails, nails mark out the names of desire on quivering flesh. Again the woman takes control and dips her fingers suddenly beyond the barrier of elastic at the crotch and into Katherine's wetness. She can't help it - a groan escapes her and is partially muffled by those full lips again. She is soon so lost that her hands flail nervelessly, and start to clutch at the other's blouse as the woman goes deeper, churns, circles, pounds and moves with an inexorable rhythm inside her. One finger becomes two, and with a muffled exclamation becomes three, easily sliding in the loose wetness which clutches at her. She moves faster, then holds deep inside Katherine, then fast and light again, then deep and still, then suddenly and without any preamble, heavy, strong, almost brutal slow strokes which strike fat wet sparks inside her and make her bite her hand to stop from yelling the pleasure in a loud and guttural language she has just invented.
The rhythm intensifies, becomes faster, more urgent, still implacable, and Katherine comes in a serious of violent jolts that threaten the stability of the cubicle walls. With a brief, apologetic look, she collapses to the floor, discovering vaguely that somehow her knickers are around her ankles and the woman's hand still inside her. She feels quite vividly as though she is pooling (physically and metaphysically) on the floor of the toilet, and equally feels that she does not care in the slightest. The woman removes her fingers and starts to clean them methodically with her tongue and lips, smiling all the while. Katherine takes her hand and finishes the cleaning, enjoying her own taste and the relish of anticipating what this woman will taste like.
She pushes herself up to her knees and the woman onto the closed lid of the toilet seat. The woman is looking dubious, but Katherine forestalls her by lifting her skirt in a series of delicate and wicked kisses travelling teasingly slowly up her legs and thighs. As she reaches the top, she becomes deliberately ever slower, but more extensive, taking time to lick and nip the skin as the woman did to her neck before. She looks up over the rucked material of the skirt to the woman's face, eyes closed in ecstasy, hands already gripping the sides of the seat. She teases her continually, brushing her nose over the swell in her knickers, driving her tongue up to taste the crevice at the very top of the leg where it joins the pelvis, running her fingertips up the back of the thighs, causing them to quiver. She is rewarded by an uncontrollable rocking motion towards her mouth, and she stokes herself imagining the taste, the wetness, the lust she is going to find.
Relenting, she slowly pulls the woman's underwear down, then even more slowly runs her fingertips back up again before lunging nose and mouth without warning into the warm, wet folds, creating havoc in a frenzy of licking and sucking. Under control again, the first hunger for that special taste blunted, she takes her time doing what she does best. Katherine has a long, strong and narrow tongue which she can move with devastating accuracy and speed. She divides her time equally initially between the clitoral bud and as far inside her as she can reach, the folds of wetness tart and delicious on her sensitive tongue. She can never get enough of the endless variety of tastes and textures in that one place. Added to this the shivers of delight, the stifled moans and uncontrollable rocking, and you have a very beautiful, potent thing.
She decides to work, as ever, on the assumption that people will often do to you in this kind of situation what they would like done to themselves, so steadies the woman with one hand on her lower back, inserts two fingers, and pounds fast into her while flicking very quickly and lightly on her clitoris. The result is electric, and the woman's feet drum rapid tattoos of delight on the floor, dangerously close to her knee on one side. She holds this pattern for a while until she judges the moment is right and suddenly plunges deep into her, simultaneously sucking down hard on her clit.
A moment of absolute stillness, and them the woman bucks, moans and sways on her hand, fingers clutching the air spasmodically. She removes her mouth and gives her a rapid series of hard thrusts which send her entirely over the edge, hammering on one wall of the cubicle and dropping her head back alarmingly fast onto the top of the cistern. Katherine makes to remove her hand but she is faster, snake-fast, holding her inside for just that bit longer. Katherine can feel the waves of contractions ripple through the walls of her sex, and feels, as ever, incredibly privileged to be present, to have caused such a thing to happen.
They smile at each other for a moment, Katherine still crouched, bare-arsed on the floor at her feet, and then start to methodically and slightly ruefully dress themselves.
More grins as they wash their faces and the woman applies fresh lipstick and brushes her hair. She leaves and Katherine is left staring slightly awe-struck at her own face before unclipping her hair, raking it back with her fingertips, clipping it again and shaking it, then walking out of the toilet, back to the frosted art throng.
At last! P, Martin and Jane have arrived, no doubt breaking several Rules of Gretchen by dressing in, respectively: all black, shimmering shades of peacock greens and blues, and an incredibly older-dykey outfit of tight black leather jeans, enormous and ancient Docs, purple silk shirt, leather waistcoat and freshly-orange number-four crop. Bless them, she thinks, smiling broadly and fondly. All of them are laughing too much and talking too loudly, occasionally pointing at various beautiful people and whispering to each other.
Before she can make her way over, Gretchen nabs her in a sudden broadside. "Where were you? I thought you'd left. You promised..."
"And I'm here, aren't I? I never left - I've been here and mingling and admiring art and everything. I've been here so long and taken in so much art I even needed to go to the toilet."
"Hmm." Gretchen starts on about, well, herself of course; theme with variations. Katherine catches P's eye, signals for help with her eyeballs, then has to exercise great self control not to laugh at the ludicrous faces being pulled. After a while, she has to cough and look away to prevent shaming herself when they start into a spirited pantomime of Katherine (Jane) being bored frantic by Gretchen (Martin) while looking polite (a stretched grimace which she hopes fervently isn't even an exaggeration of how she looks at the moment) while P tap-dances in the background, much to the distaste of onlookers (themselves). Her eye is caught by a familiar flash of tropical green. Her mouth curves inadvertently and her whole attitude softens. Gretchen breaks off the soliloquy, watching her eyes follow the colour around the room. "I thought you might spot her. Your `type'," she even makes the inverted commas gestures with fingertips: "way beyond your league and almost certainly straight."
Less straight than you, darling, thinks Katherine. She nods and does the Uh-huh? noise which she's been making to every other thing Gretchen has said for the last 3½ minutes in any case, being very well-trained. It's about time to stop this silliness, she thinks, smiles tightly at Gretchen and attempts to push off abruptly to P's party, who are attracting attention for their now even-more-spirited performance of Katherine strangling Gretchen. The original gobbles and flaps to hold her back.
The other, who has been watching and surmising, walks back as though towards the toilets and incidentally towards them. As she passes, she drapes a sinuous arm across the length of Katherine's shoulders and grins wickedly at her, right up close in her face. Katherine grins back and they transfer the grin to Gretchen for a full ten seconds; the woman leaves, hips swaying. Gretchen's mouth flaps until she comes out with "No..." but by this time Katherine is already more than halfway to her friends and just about to pretend to slap all of them.
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Thursday, September 25, 2008
Mags Favorite Customer
Mags was tired. She had been on her feet all day and the resturant had been busy. The only positive was that the tips had been good. Her boss had let all of the other waitresses go since it had slowed down so much. Only 20 minutes and then she could flip the close sign.
Mags was filling the salt shakers when the door opened. Mags groaned. Just her luck a customer so close to closing. She looked up and saw her. She was stunning. 5"8", long thin legs and high full breasts. Well maybe this wouldn't be so bad; at least she had something to look at.
"Dinner for one?" Mags asked her.
"Yes, please." The woman said
Mags led her to a booth and handed her a menu. The women took the menu but didn't open it.
"I'll just have a steak, rare and crisp green salad." She ordered
"I'll get that in for you right away. My name is Mags if you need anything else." Mags told her.
"My name is Melissa" the woman said and held out her hand for Mags to shake.
Mags took her hand and felt the heat burn up her arm. It had been a long time since she had felt that kind of reaction to another person. The electricity, the excitement. Mags was reluctant to release the woman's hand. The woman looked at her and smiled. Her smile told Mags that the woman felt it also. Mags quickly pulled her hand away and hurried to the kitchen.
When her steak was done Mags brought it to her table. She had already opened a bottle of Cabernet for her. The woman looked at her meal and inhaled. She started to cut her steak and stopped. Mags looked at her concerned.
"Is something wrong with your dinner?" Mags asked
"No, it's just that I'm not used to eating alone. I don't suppose you'd care to join me?" Melissa asked.
"I'm really not supposed to...Why not, no one is here." Mags decided
"What do you mean no one is here?" Melissa asked
"Everyone has gone home. I'm going to close up." Mags told her
"No, Hun, everything is perfect. Grab another glass and share the bottle of wine with me." Melissa asked
Mags walked back to the kitchen and grabbed a wine glass. On her way back to the table she locked the front door. Who knows maybe this could be her lucky night. Mags walked over to the table, picked up the wine and poured a glass. She took a sip. The wine felt cool in her mouth but heated her core as it slid down her throat.
"So tell me about yourself?" Melissa asked.
"I'm just a single mother trying to make a decent living" Mags said.
"Hmm, if you could have one thing what would it be?"
"Oh. I don't know. Love, respect, and really hot sex." Mags smiled
Melissa put down her fork and stood up pulling Mags up out of her chair and in her arms. Melissa ran her tongue over the seam of Mags lips. Mags groaned. Melissa's tongue felt heavenly on her mouth. Melissa eased her tongue in Mags mouth. Their tongues dueled and sucked. Melissa's hand go to the front of Mags blouse and stop. Melissa tears her mouth away.
"Why did you stop? That felt wonderful" Mags asked
"This is too public, let's go to my hotel room" Melissa said
Mags grabbed her purse, called her Mum and locked up. They practilly ran up the street to the hotel. Laughing and stopping to kiss in doorways. They reached the hotel and raced to the room. Falling in the room kissing and ripping each other clothes off.
"Oh Mags you're beautiful. I love woman that are not all skin and bones. And your ass is just about the most gorgeous thing I've ever see." Melissa told her
Melissa knelt in front of Mags and buried her face in her cunt. Immediately finding Mags clit. She sucks it deep in her mouth. Flicking her tongue over it. Melissa slips her fingers between Mags legs and pushes two fingers in Mags swollen dripping cunt. Her fingers plunge in and out of her cunt. Melissa's mouth suckles at Mags clit like a baby at her mother's nipple. Mags can feel the juice running down her legs. She braces herself against the wall to keep from falling. Mags can feel her orgasm close. It erupts in her cunt. Cream squirting out of her cunt into Melissa's waiting mouth. Melissa licks and scoops all the cream out of Mags cunt.
Melissa stands and leads Mags on shaky legs to the bed. She pulls her in her arms and kisses her and cuddles her. Stoking her back. She lays Mags on her back. Melissa offers her nipple to Mags to suck. Mags closes her eyes and sucks this sexy woman's nipple. While Mags eyes are closed Melissa reaches in the night stand and pulls out an 8 inch strap-on.
"Open your eyes, sweetheart." Melissa whispered
Mags opens her eyes and when she sees what is in Melissa's hand she gasps. She is not sure if she can get that in her but at this point she is so turned on she doesn't care. All she knows is that she wants to keep fucking with this woman.
"Are you going to fuck me with that?" Mags asks
"Yes, sweetheart, I am going to fuck you until you cum over and over. I want you so bad I can't wait any longer." Melissa told her as she strapped on the harness.
Mags lies with her legs spread wide. The cream oozing out of her cunt. Melissa could see small globs on her lips. She bent down and took a quick lick. She placed the girl cock at the entrance of Mags cunt. Melissa slid it in slowly giving Mags time to take it in. It stretched and filled Mags. One the cock was all the way in. Melissa began to fuck her. In and out the girl cock plunged in Mags cunt. The nubs on the inside of the strap rubbed her clit. Every time it slid in Melissa's clit twitched. Mags lifts her hip to take the girl cock deeper. Melissa is plunging the girl cock in faster and deeper. Harder. Melissa takes her finger and rubs it over Mags clit. Mags screams. The are like to animals grunting, straining. Their orgasms rip through their body. Melissa falls on top of Mags. They both drift into dreamless sleep.
When they wake in the morning Melissa asks Mags, "Run away with me. We'll get your daughter and you both can come live with me in Sussex. I will love and cherish you both and take care of you so you never have to work again."
Mags smiles and tells Melissa, "Yes, I'll run away with you."
They kiss and Mags realizes that her future has never looked brighter.
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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Rebecca's Arrival
I find myself waiting, patiently at the Newark International Airport. The entire ride up from where I live in Delaware, I kept having a million and one thoughts flooding into my head. What if she doesn't think I'm cute?? What if she doesn't like me? What if we don't get along, like we do on the computer or the phone??
I keep thinking about all the wonderful conversations we've had together over the computer, or some of our lengthy funny ones we've shared on the phone. I am hoping that we get along well together.I wish that you could have stayed longer, but I know that your job wouldn't allow for it. I get to the airport a half hour early, just like I wanted to. I wanted to watch as her plane touched down on the runway. I was curious if I would recognize her as she departed the plane. I'm sitting for what it seems like a n eternity, getting up frequently to check the board to see if the plane is gonna come in on time. I go back to my chair to find a little,old, wrinkly Mexican woman with a shawl pulled tight around her has taken it. I sit in the next row over, and all of a sudden I got a scary premonition.
What if she decided she couldn't bring herself to get on the plane? What if she changed her mind at the last moment? What if she thought the whole thing was a joke? I pushed the paranoia out of my mind, when I heard the woman at the counter announce over the intercom that the plane would be coming down in a few minutes. I get up quickly, and I go towards the glass windows. I lean against the metal frame of the windows, as I see your plane coming into sight. I think to myself, `The woman I care for is on that plane. Don't act like a total clutz when you see her.'
I go and lean up against a column, trying to look all smooth, and cool. I watch as tons of people exit the plane, and go looking for their friends, and loved ones. I look left and right, for you, but to no avail yet. I watch as this tall, Mexican man gets off the plane, and heads for his abuelita. He reaches down and gives her a mighty hug, as she wipes tears from her eyes. I still don't see you anywhere, and I thought for a second, that maybe you didn't come. Then, I see you, striding past the counter and you're looking around for me. I can feel my heart racing, because I think you're more beautiful in person then in the pics you had sent me. All of a sudden you turn, and you look right at me, almost through me. I feel like i'm a target for a heat seeking missle, because you're coming right at me, but I'm not scared. I notice that you're really sexy looking in those black pants you decided to wear. The white shirt highlights your face and hair. I notieced that I was looking into your lovely green eyes, as you walked towards me. I try not to appear that i'm staring, so I look away for a moment.
You stop 20 feet short of me, and look at me questioningly. I stroll towards you shyly at first and timidly ask,"Rebecca?" "Belinda??" "Yep, it's me," I say and smile at you. I walk over and I automatically give you a big hug, wrapping my arms tightly around you. You hug me back, just as tight. I look down into your brilliant, green eyes, feeling electricity run between us, so I nervously ask you,"Would you like me to help you with your carry-on bag?" "Yes, please," you murmur low to me," It's beginning to feel heavy." I reach for your bag, and my hand brushes against yours and I feel a jolt shooting from your body to mine.
I realize that I'm holding my breath, and I let it out slowly, I take the bag from you and put it on my shoulder. I casually offer you my arm, and you wrap yours with mine. I'm feeling really elated having everyone see you on my arm. I nod at the Mexican man and his grandmother, as he gawks at me and you walking togeher like that. His grandmother just looks at us and smiles sweetly.
We start making our way throughout the airport, to the baggage claim. We're talking about stuff, and I'm making little jokes to amuse you. I can't help it, but I'm still feeling like a nervous dork. I see that you're taking in everything I say, while you bite on your lower lip. I keep shooting glances over at you, and I find that you're looking at me too. I tell you that I have to use the bathroom, and you tell me so do you.
We both enter the bathroom, and we go into separate stalls. I grab the handicapped stall, because it's more open. I get done first, and I notice I'm extremely wet as I'm wiping myself. I exit the stall, and wash and dry my hands, as you're exiting the stall. You look at me, and I feel my heart beating fast again. I noticed that you're looking at me intently with those intense green eyes. I watch as you lick your luscious lips slowly, and I say out loud," Oh god."
I couldn't take it anymore, and before I knew what I was doing I pulled you to me. "I very much so want to kiss you right now, Rebecca," I whisper to you. "What are you waiting for?" you say to me. I pull you back into the handicapped stall with me, hanging your bag on the hook, and I lock the door behind me. I put my hands on your waist and gently kiss your full lips, then I pull back to see if you minded. Your eyes was showing that you desired another kiss. I kiss you once again more passionately, teasing your lips with the tip of my tongue. I sucked gently on your bottom lip, and I kissed your sweet mouth, and I parted your mouth with the tip of my tongue. I felt you suck on the tip of my tongue gently.
Our desires are becoming more apparent for each other, as we forget where we are at. I look you deep in your eyes and I moan,"I want you, Rebecca." You lean forward and moan,"I want you to taste me, Belinda. I want you to make love to me." We start kissing more fervently, as I'm running my hands downs your sides. I use the tip of my tongue to tease your earlobe, and you moan lightly. I trail my mouth down into I get to the hollow of your neck, breathing in your scent, it's heady scent is intoxicating me. I notice that your breathing is quickening and I ask you if you're ok. You tell me,"I'm just very turned on right now. This is all so different for me."
I'm nuzzling your neck, and I playfully bite your neck, and you lean your head back against the wall. I brush your breasts with my hands, and I lightly tease your nipples through your shirt with my thumbs. I feel as a ripple flows throughtout your body. I smile at this. I feel as they harden at my touch, and I caress your breasts, squeezing them lightly with my hands. I slide my hands up under your shirt slowly, and you don't stop me.
I pull your shirt up, along with your bra, and I admire your breasts. I duck down my head and I trail my tongue down from your collarbone to in between your breasts. I'm teasing your left nipple with my thumb, as I put my mouth on your right nipple. I suck greedily upon it, and I hear you moan,"That feels so good." I then move my mouth towards your left nipple, and I circle it with my tongue, before pulling it into my mouth. I'm sucking voraciously upon your nipples, as you're holding my head.
I want to taste you so badly, and I slowly begin to unbutton your pants. I kneel down as I'm pulling down your pants inch by inch. I look up to see if you want me to stop, but you're biting your bottom lip, yearning to see what I'll do next. I pull your pants down all the way to your ankles, and I playfully bite you on your thigh. I rise up and I can smell how wet you are, and to shock you, I lick your pussy through your panties. I then reach up and kiss you deeply on the mouth, while I slip my hands into your panties. I start rubbing your clit teasingly, while I continue kissing you. I groan into your ear with desire, as I feel how wet you are.
"I need to taste you, Rebecca," I moan into your mouth as I kiss you again. "Oh god, Belinda." I trail my tongue down your body, planting kisses all over. I suck your belly button lightly, as I continue creeping lower. I slowly begin to pull your panties down to join your pants around your ankles. I take in the image of you standing naked before me. I drop to my knees and I place my tongue upon your clit teasing it with the tip of my tongue. I get you to lean back against the wall of the stall, as I begin to run my tongue all along the length of your pussy. I look up at you, but you have your eyes shut. I decide to surprise you, when I shove my tongue deep inside of your wet pussy. You gasp in amazement, and you open your eyes. You see me looking up at you, while I'm fucking your pussy with my tongue.
You grab my head holding me tight to your throbbing wet pussy. I'm exploring every last bit of you with my tongue. I suck hungrily upon your already swollen clit. I hear your breathing getting faster and faster. I know you're about to cum soon, so I keep sucking on your clit. I put my hands on your thighs to help steady you, as I watch your face and see your body trembling. I see that your body is arched, and you have your eyes closed once again. You pull my hair a little bit as you cry out,"Oh my God, I'm coming. I'm coming!" I still have your clit in my mouth as I feel you cum, I taste how sweet and salty your cum tastes by running my tongue completely along your pussy.
I get up off of my knees , pulling you close to me, as I kiss you passionately on the lips. I help you pull your pants and underwear up, as I leave you to wait outside to go and get wiped up. I grab your carry-on bag as I exit the stall to wait for you. I find when you come out of the stall that you look ravishing. You look beautiful with that radiant glow to you. "I'm sorry," you tell me. "What for hon?" I ask. "I'm sorry that we didn't have more time to get you satisfied, as well." " That's ok hon, I don't think I could manage the long drive back if we had, I'd be exhausted. We still have plenty of time together." I slip the bag onto my shoulder, and slip my other arm around your waist, as we walk out of the restroom, heading towards the parking lot.
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Creaming for Carmela
We moved to New Mexico when my husband's father decided to retire early from his business and pass it on to his son. I had visited here many times but never quite took to it. My family is from Maine. Thanks to the exclusive country club membership sponsored by my in-laws and a ton of charity work, I was able to quickly adjust and make some new friends.
It was through these friends that I learned of the agency from which I hired Carmela. She was a strikingly beautiful naturalized Mexican-American girl whose speech sometimes sounded 'old world' with a slight accent. This young woman had the skin color of her Spanish ancestry, long wavy black hair and eyes as brown as chocolate. My husband stared at her in amazement, but she showed no interest in him. Good. Nineteen year old Carmela would help with baby and do light housework and cooking. I had a service that did the heavy cleaning once a week.
Late one night as I was passing by her door, I heard very light moaning. Thinking Carmela might be ill, I knocked on her door. It was not closed tightly and when I pushed it opened right up. There was no sign of her, but I discovered the source of the sound. This must be what the mailman delivered to an excited Carmela today. She said it was a present from a cousin. On her television, there were two women having sex with each other. A blonde and a brunette were doing some serious 69'ing. I watched in fascination as I felt heat rise on my face and moistness run down my leg. She walked out of her bathroom tying the belt on her bathrobe.
"Sorry, ma'am. I forgot to turn that off before I went into the bath. I hope it did not disturb you too much. Is there something you need done?"
"Nothing, Carmela. I thought you might not be feeling well until I saw your program. I didn't realize...I mean I didn't know...are you were a lesbian?"
"I am a lover of women, yes. Does it make a difference to you, Mrs. Kall?"
"Of course not. To each his own. You are an excellent worker and Timmy adores you."
"Thank you ma'am."
"I'll just be on my way then. Goodnight, Carmela," I said as I closed her door.
The girl was totally at ease and it made not a bit of difference to her that I was in her room and saw what I saw. Her black hair was wet from the warm shower water. The bathrobe that covered her was very worn, but her face was that of a proud beauty queen.
As I walked back to my room, I mentally planned a shopping trip for the two of us. I knew she was saving to go to school someday and had no extra money for even some of the essentials. All of her clothes were a little shabby. "You'll need some new things," I told her at breakfast. "Jeans and shorts and tees for work. Sundresses, halter tops, sandals. The whole works. Please do me the honor of letting me buy them for you," I asked.
"I know my things are not nice. It would hurt me to embarrass you before your friends. But I would pay you back someday."
"There's no need for re-payment. You're part of our family now."
"Thank you, Mrs. Kall. I will do everything I can for you," she said with her head bent in humility.
Carmela modeled most of the items we selected. What an absolutely gorgeous girl she was. The thought popped into my head of her eating a girl's pussy. Of her eating my pussy. I blushed and put it aside. Think clothes. Think clothes. She deserved nice things. We got everything Carmela needed. Except bathing suits. While Carmela got the car, I went back in a bought her a few. I hoped they fit.
It was a Saturday night close to midnight when it happened. My husband and I had just gotten back from a play and dinner and dancing with friends. Timmy was at his grandparents' home. From our darkened house, we looked out toward the pool to a sight I will never forget. All the pool lights were on. She was stepping up the pool ladder. The tiny red bikini I bought her barely covered the pussy and voluptuous breasts on the form that was Carmela. Her body was perfection-tiny waist, lightly flared hips, shapely calves. The pool water glistened on her skin. She flung her head from side to side, shaking water from her hair. I hadn't mentioned her sexual orientation yet, but my husband and I were both sexually aroused by the sight of her. Our lovemaking that night was wild and hot as visions of Carmela filled our heads.
As the months passed, Carmela and I grew closer and became friends. I increased her salary so that she could have extra spending money. The UPS truck came a few times. She was true to her word of doing everything she could for me. She also did things for me of which she was not aware. Everyday that I looked at her, moistness developed between my legs. Could she smell me creaming for her?
"Knock, knock," I would hear her say before she brought me breakfast in bed on several occasions. She spent extra time with Timmy teaching him songs and games. When I shopped for myself I picked up things for her. A nice lipstick. Cute earrings. Silky underwear. They were just little things for which she was grateful.
When I came home from a grueling morning of tennis at the club, my twenty eight year old body felt much older. Carmela prepared the hot tub in the master bedroom. I was conscious of my nudity as she sat nearby and talked to me. After I soaked, she offered to massage my shoulders, arms and calves. With her long, slow stokes, I moaned. God, this felt so good. She was a natural.
It was few weeks more before Carmela varied her massages. She said I needed a little more than she was currently giving. Now she included my back and my butt in her therapy. I never knew that part of me could be so sensitive. The day she told me to turn over, I imagined what might happen. But she only massaged my front shoulders, my stomach and the fronts of my thighs. She never 'accidently' touched my breasts or my pussy. Her attitude to my naked body was clinical. My large nipples were erect and my pussy creamed. Doesn't she want me? Why wouldn't she? I'm desirable. She must be waiting for me to make the first move. Yes, that was it.
What words or gestures would I use? Did I really want what I thought I wanted? I had a husband, for crying out loud. When Carmela took Timmy to the park and my husband was playing golf, I went to her room and watched one of her videotapes. The screen was full of beautiful, naked women in orgy. There was kissing and fucking and sucking and moaning everywhere. I throbbed as I opened my robe and rubbed myself while watching the women. Maybe I could do it just once to see how it feels.
She and I were in the pool one hot afternoon. Timmy was in the tiny kiddie pool right next to us. "Carmela?" I asked. "When do you get to have a love life? You're always here."
"It has been a long time for me to make love. My body longs for the touch of a woman. It will happen soon," she said dreamily.
Sooner than you think, I thought. "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to touch me, Carmela? You know your total happiness is very important to me."
"You would do that for me? You are so beautiful and kind. I have dreamed of it," she said earnestly. "You are certain?"
"Very certain," I answered as we neared each other. Our heads came together and we kissed. She tasted like Coke and breath mints. We assaulted each other's mouths while we still kept an eye on Timmy. A woman's tongue is totally unlike a man's. It doesn't overpower but allows for sensual exploration.
"My breasts, Carmela. Please!" She removed by bikini top and fondled them. As I glanced over at Timmy, she took one of them in her mouth. I groaned in pleasure. As Timmy giggled and played, she took the other. She held them both in her hands as she alternated sucking the nipples. I thought I would go crazy. "Oh. Yes! Carmela. Your mouth feels wonderful. Suck me!"
"Shall I go down further, Mrs. Kall? Do you want me to touch you there? It is the center of a woman, you know. All of her good emotions are felt in the pussy. Does it throb for you now? Will you cum as soon as my hand touches your flesh? You watch little Timmy now. I will give you pleasure."
As I watched my child, she put her hand in my bikini bottom and rubbed my pussy lips and my clit. I came on her hand. Powerfully. My body shuddered in pleasure. Was it the power of suggestion? I think not. It was the power of the female hand.
"I could put my fingers into you, but I think you have had enough for now. You cum so easily. That excites me. Think about what I did to you. Know there is more pleasure to come. I will take the baby in for a nap." I reassembled my suit and climbed out.
It was several days before I was completely alone with Carmela. My husband was out of town and Timmy was spending a few days with his grandparents. I cancelled two committee meetings in anticipation of immediate sex. But we waited until night even though I begged her to touch me as soon as my in-laws left. We began kissing in the living room and worked our way upstairs. We arrived at her room, lit with scented candles. Carmela gently removed my robe and laid me on her bed. "I have wanted you so much. I can hardly wait to taste your pussy. Open your legs and let me see you. Ah! It is as beautiful as I imagined. As beautiful as your entire being. I am so hungry for you now."
Carmela began by licking me. Slowly. Over and over. Then she sucked my pussy into her mouth. The pressure and the pleasure were so enormous I came right away. I writhed in sensual agony as her fingers opened me, explored me, bringing forth my juices. I could feel myself building to orgasm again as she pumped her long fingers into my pussy while she pulled on my clit with her lips. She ate my cream.
>From between my legs, between licks, she asked," How does your pussy feel? Do you think that I am good? Did you take much pleasure from me?"
"A little sore, but fantastic. I've never been eaten so well."
"Good. Now I will take my pleasure from you."
She kept my legs spread, but climbed on top of me. Just like the girls in the movie. She attached her pussy to my sore one and began gyrating, grinding, grating. I looked at her beautiful, smiling face as she screwed me, as her pussy got hotter, as she came with a little scream. She stayed on top of me, kissing my lips, my eyelids, running her fingers through my hair. Saying things to me in Spanish. Then she starting fucking me again.
As she moved on me, "Do you like my pussy on yours? I love fucking a girl this way. Your blonde hairs are like silk. You are big down there. The clitoris, it is large. It gets hard like a man's penis. I, too, am big. It pokes mine. It makes the ride even better. Si? Kiss me. Excellent! Think about our pussies rubbing together and cum with me. It will happen. I can feel your heart and your heat. Now! Oh, the fuck, yes!"
As the months progressed, we did all the sexual things that she promised. Her talented tongue seemed to get better every time it invaded my willing pussy. She had an assortment of interesting UPS-delivered dicks that she used in me. The double-headed yellow one was a favorite. It lost itself between us as we sat on my bed, our sundresses raised to the waist, facing each other filled, bumping and necking. But her huge red strap-on dick in my ass was the bomb, as the teenagers say. At first I thought I would split open. Then I thought I would never stop cumming as she set up her rhythm in me. The videos kept coming. I joined her viewing. One hot night we mimicked everything that was done in one of the films.
Carmela was the expert in our relationship. She fucked me, yes, but she taught me how to return the favor. Never in my wildest dreams would I have believed that the taste, smell and texture of a woman's pussy could excite me. Carmela loved it when I sucked her pussy, but she also liked it when I was inventive. She went wild when I talked dirty as I explored her pussy with a fat candle or a skinny bottle of perfume.
One lazy afternoon when Timmy was napping, I took Carmela into my bedroom to show her a dress I might be wearing to a party. Instead of trying it on myself, I let her do it. Even though I was taller, our clothes are about the same size. I found some high heels that went perfectly with the dress. "Let me get some jewelry," I said. I fastened a diamond necklace around her neck as she clipped on the matching earring. She stood before the large floor mirror, the picture of beauty and perfection. From behind her, I began rubbing her breasts through the soft fabric.
"You are exquisite, Carmela. Looking at you excites me so." My lips had found the long column of her neck. "I want to do wicked things to you."
"If you must, Mrs. Kall. My body is for your pleasure," she said tremulously. "There is no need to be gentle."
I slid the zipper down slowly as we watched each other in the mirror. The dress was laid on a nearby chaise. She stepped out of her heels and walked toward the bed wearing only her thong.
"Let's go to your room," I told her. I need the toy box." I outfitted myself with the harnessed dildo that would put seven inches of cock in her and curved four inches into myself. The white thong that Carmela wore was already wet when I pulled it aside to insert my dick into her pussy. Without any preliminaries, I sliced into her dark wetness. She bucked upward, driving dick deeper into me. It was indescribable. For long seconds, we were locked together, suspended in the air. I eased her back down and dick-stroked her pussy until she purred. When I sensed her impending orgasm, I picked up the pace and fucked her harder. I gloried in my own orgasms as I watched hers, my diamonds glittering at her arched neck. I stayed in her body. On her body. Kissing her. Thanking her. Loving her. Cumming again with her.
There were nights that I waited for my husband's breathing to become even and deep. I would then ease myself from his arms and go to Carmela, if only for a few minutes. Sometimes I just kissed her sensual mouth. Other times I might feast on her exquisite breasts. Pump my finger into her fragrant wet spot. Lick her pussy while she moaned and held tightly to my head. Lower myself to her face. When I dared to take more time, I would remove my nightgown, put my clit on her mound and ride her, quieting our screams with my mouth. When I did these things with her in the still of the night, I would feel very naughty when we shared looks over our breakfast table.
Carmela and I maintained our friendly employer-employee relationship around my husband, his family and our friends. No one could ever suspect that she was my lover. As Timmy got older we had to be more careful. Carmela could no longer fuck me in his room while she watched him play. I didn't want him telling Daddy that Carmela was 'hurting' Mommy. I never told him she was a lesbian. It was my delicious secret. Even though my husband flirted lightly with her, it was me she desired to fuck.
I was standing at the island in the kitchen preparing a lunch for Carmela and me. "Hi, Car," Timmy screamed excitedly as she walked up behind me.
"Hello, Timmy!" To me she whispered, "Don't say a word. Just feel." She raised my sundress revealing my bikini panties. Then she dropped to her knees, removed them and began licking my ass.
"Eat your cereal, Timmy," I crooned shakily to the boy.
Rising from the floor, she said, "Bend over the counter. Spread your legs for me, Mrs. Kall. No. Say nothing." I had turned to protest. Carmela inserted a small but powerful vibrator into my rectum and turned on its switch. It hummed and moved in my ass. She got back on her knees to continue my ass-licking. When her mouth found and sucked on my pussy as the vibrator moved, I exploded. "Oh! Shit, fuck," I hollered.
"Is mommy ok?" Timmy said alarmed.
"Mommy...is...just fine, sweetheart. Mommy is very, very happy."
Carmela came back up and removed the love object from me. "Lunch smells delicious. Just allow me to go and wash up." I was still shuddering, coming down from another fantastic and unexpected cum. Wow, the things that girl did to pleasure me.
She left us when Timmy went to kindergarten. She had saved enough money for her junior college in California. She had her full tuition as well as an extremely generous stipend that I personally provided for her. She could do her studies and never have to work. It was just money after all.
During her three years with us, Carmela never once had to go out and seek a lover. Her powerful lusts were satisfied on my willing flesh. She said other women, even one of my friends, tempted her with their one-night promises, but I fulfilled her daily.
We were in Carmela's room, amidst all her packed luggage. "I will miss your love, Mrs. Kall. We have given the other excellent pleasure in this beautiful place. I will worry that you do not have the pussy available to you. I know of your great desire. You are in need now, am I not right?" she said as she put her hand in my panties and rubbed me. "I could give you the number of my cousin, Isabella. She is 18 now. She is quite luscious and loves only the girls. She would give you the good pussy. You will let me know?"
"Yes, Carmela. But I'll always love us together best and yes, I do need you now. One last time, sweetheart. Let me feel you on me."
With those words said, Carmela eased my panties down as we prepared for our farewell, bittersweet loving. We began by putting our tongues in each other at the same time. Sweet 69. We came together, devouring the pussy in our paths. She and I were filled with emotions that did manifest themselves in our pussies. Our tears mingled as our clits swelled and touched. We rode hard and long in love and passion one last time.
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