Table Nine

The restaurant was frantically busy. It always seemed to be when one of the waitresses called in sick, or some emergency prevented one of them from coming to work; and of course, on days like these, there was the annoying customer -- like the woman at table nine -- that would keep calling for Jessica' attention. Can I have a little more water, coffee and on and on? "Jesus," Jessica thought, "couldn't the woman see that there were other customers. Couldn't she see that the restaurant was understaffed? And didn't she know that the tip from water, coffee and salad was not enough to warrant the attention she demanded, of course not." Jessica hated the predictability of it all.

"I'll take my check," the bothersome customer said.

"I'll be right with you," Jessica answered in exasperation.

Jessica admitted that the silky dark hair woman had a seductive quality. If Jessica hadn't been so busy she might have hovered a bit at the table and tried to strike up conversation, feel the woman out to discover if they had anything in common, at the very least, get a good long look at her lengthy legs but there was little time for those pleasures today.

Jessica was sixteen when she discovered the joys of pure female relationships. She thought of the apprehensive initiation she had with her classmate during a sleepover. Jessica was sure that she was unaware of the nature of her feelings toward Kathleen but wasn't sure whether Kathleen had staged the nights events or not. It started with Kathleen mentioning how out of style Jessica's hair was and offering to style it for her. Jessica agreed and Kathleen went to work, washing, conditioning, brushing, curling, teasing just about everything that could be done to Jessica's hair was tried. Jessica remembered Kathleen's perfumed smell as it wafted on the air following Kathleen's movements. The warmth of Kathleen's body radiated, mixing with Jessica rising temperature, making Jessica light headed. By the time her hair was done, and Kathleen wanted to take pictures, Jessica was ready to agree to anything.

Jessica modeled her new hairdo with relish as Kathleen gave direction. The posing became more and more seductive. Kathleen continued to give direction but the camera was laid on the nightstand. Jessica didn't care. There was a thrill in seductively posing for Kathleen. Laughter busted from both girls; they fell on the bed, laying together as the humor opened them to candor.

"You're so cute," Kathleen said brushing Jessica's check. Jessica blushed; she felt warmth move from her belly into her crotch, she began to tremble and her flesh goose bumped. "You cold?" Kathleen asked. Jessica nodded though she knew that the temperature in the room didn't cause the sudden chill. Kathleen pulled back the covers and sheets and invited Jessica to join her. Jessica slid in beside her friend.

Kathleen held her, warming Jessica with her body, rubbing apprehension from Jessica's body while filling her with anticipation; whispering how much she cared for her, how she wouldn't do anything to hurt her or embarrass her, how happy she was to be her friend. Jessica gasped when she felt Kathleen's hand side up her inner thigh but she did not protest. Jessica's face flushed as Kathleen began to massage the wet spot in her panties. Jessica's parted her legs giving Kathleen freer access to the moistening spot.

"You OK with this," Kathleen whispered.

"Yes," Jessica breathed and turning to look Kathleen in the eyes found that their lips touched. Both girls opened their mouths to one another; they kissed slowly, softly, unrushed. Kathleen made her way on top of Jessica, slipping her hand under Jessica's panties, covering her mound with her hand and sliding a finger into Jessica's slit. Jessica moaned, her hand pressed against Kathleen's back forcing their breast to dance together. Their lips remained locked. Kathleen's hand continued to work Jessica's clit. Warm, tingling sensations were mounting, teasingly. Jessica's hips began moving involuntarily, she wanted more of the sensations that Kathleen was giving her; her breathing became erratic.

"You want more," Kathleen asked.

"Oh yes," Jessica whispered.

Kathleen removed the covers and stripped Jessica's panties from her. Jessica lifted her bottom and then her legs to aid in the process; she watched as Kathleen's head fell toward her crotch. At first, Jessica didn't know what to make of the sensations caused by the sandy soft feeling of Kathleen's tongue but quickly her analytical mind gave way to her pleasure centers and her body responded. She wanted Kathleen to forever remain between her legs. Jessica's hips darted upward, creating its own anti-rhythm to meet with Kathleen's darting tongue. Jessica heard herself moan, sensed her own staggered breathing, felt her body come alive in a new and sensual way; her hands involuntarily forced Kathleen's head to add pressure to her clit, her nipples hardened, fluids released from her vagina, warm pressure spread rapidly from her vulva through her entire body. Jessica wanted to scream but her jaws snapped shut, her body went into spasm, tears flowed from her eyes as she experienced pure sexual release. Kathleen had taught Jessica the beauty of being a woman and from that moment on Jessica desired nothing else.

Jessica quickly added the tab for table nine: $6.23. Jessica smiled to contain her laugh. "I'll probably get stiffed on the tip." She handed the ticket to the woman. Their eyes met. The woman smiled.

"Here, you can keep the change."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Jessica opened the register, watching the woman gather her things and leave. Looking at the bill in her hand Jessica discovered that it was a hundred dollar bill. The woman must have mistaken it for a ten. Jessica smiled briefly, sighed hesitantly, and ran out the door.

"Miss! Miss!"

"Yes?"

"I think you made a mistake. You gave me a hundred dollar bill by mistake."

"Oh," laughed the woman, "It wasn't a mistake. Watching you was well worth every penny."

"Oh," whisper Jessica.

"Sorry if I embarrassed you."

"No, no. It's fine. I just wish it wasn't so busy, that we had time to talk." Jessica looked nervously toward the restaurant, before continuing, "Will I see you again?"

"Reserve me a table."

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I Know Who You Did Last Summer Part 4

Eventually we made our way over to the bath and spent at least an hour amongst the bubbles and the gorgeous warm water. The whole time was spent fondling each other, kissing and washing each others' bodies, finding out where the both of us were ticklish. It was whilst we were in the bath that Mel made a suggestion - that we go out for dinner. Only I got the suspicion that dinner in the normal sense wasn't quite what she intended.

Indeed, I was proved right as we made our way in Mel's car back into town. As I sat there in the passenger seat I looked across at Mel, but she didn't speak, only flashed me a sexy smile that I was now beginning to adore. I thought back to half an hour ago up in Mel's bedroom.

She had left me to dry myself off after our bath and gone ahead into the bedroom. I was wondering quite where we would go for dinner but as I left the bedroom, I knew I was right to have been suspicious. Across the bedroom, Mel was stood in front of the tall, pine clothes closet, the doors wide open. Mel turned round and looked like a model who was showing off the prizes on the Wheel of Fortune. I looked into the closet and a rush of anticipation flooded over me.

"Why don't you pick something out? The place that we're going has a strict dress code."

"No street clothes, right?" I answered Mel. "I'll let you choose."

And so she did. I laid sprawled on the bed naked as I watched Mel begin to pull several items out of the closet and they them on the foot of the bed. With each item I became more and more aroused at the thought of wearing what she had laid out on the bed, I could only guess exactly what I was to wear.

A few minutes later I knew.

"Shall I help you into your outfit?" Mel asked.

I simply nodded and moved off the bed and over to Mel who was standing there naked at the foot of the bed, her nipples erect and so tempting to my young mind. I stood opposite Mel, looking directly into her eyes and invited her to begin.

Mel moved over to her draws by the side of the bed and pulled something out, returning to me and then crouching down. I placed my hands on her shoulders for balance and then watched as she began to smooth a lace-top black stocking first up one leg and then the other. As she reached the top of my leg her hands made sure the stocking was all smoothed out, before returning to the top of my thigh, briefly flashing across my pussy in such a teasing manner.

Next Mel leaned over to the bed and picked up a black lace garter belt. Mel again knelt down before me and reached around my body to fasten the garter belt around my waist. As she did so I'm sure she made a point of brushing her nose in my crotch before she began to fasten the sexy stockings I was wearing to the garter belt. I think I've always had some kind of love for stocking and suspenders, the few times I'd worn them before was to give an ex of mine a thrill, they make me feel so sexy and it certainly got him as hard as I'd ever felt him.

"Are we feeling sexy yet?" Mel asked as she finished attaching the second stocking. Her words were followed with a lingering kiss.

"Oh yeah," was all I could reply.

"Good," she whispered back into my ear, "because I'm not finished just yet".

With that Mel went back to the bed. "Hold out your arms," she said, then turned around with a pair of black PVC gloves, and before I could say anything she had the first one half the way up my arm. She pulled up the glove until it reached well past my elbow, and it looked so incredibly sexy. The other glove soon followed. With both gloves on I couldn't resist fondling my breasts, playing with my nipples and feeling the sexy material of the gloves on my skin. Mel just smiled as she saw me doing this.

By the time my nipples were erect Mel was stood before me with probably my last item out of her wardrobe. As I stepped into the last item I just knew that it was perfect last touch for the mind-blowing outfit that Mel had chosen for me. I wondered over to the full length mirror that Mel had on the wall near the bedroom door and couldn't believe what I saw.

Here I was stood in my boss' bedroom, dressed in black stockings and suspenders, black PVC gloves that stretched almost upto my shoulders and a black PVC dress that clung so tightly to my body, coming to a rest just above my ankles. The top of the dress was like a boned corset top which pushed my breasts together and upwards and gave me an amazing cleavage. The dress also had straps that disappeared over each of my shoulders. Finally there was a slight spilt up the back of the dress which made it a little difficult to walk, but that was part of the huge turn on. I spun around so that I could admire the back of the dress as it clung to the curve of my ass.

I could only sum up the way I looked in one word, "Amazing!"

"I take it that madam likes the chosen attire?"

"She definitely does. It feels so fucking good."

"And how," Mel replied, "only there's no panties for you tonight, you wouldn't want VPL."

I looked at Mel through the mirror and my look was one of desperation. "God, I'm going to have juices running down my legs all night."

"I hope so! Those stockings may be a little wet by the end of the night, and even more so now."

As she said this Mel reached for the two Chinese balls that I had worn earlier that evening. "Shall I do the honours?"

Before I had time to answer Mel was on her knees in front of me, pushing up the PVC dress and burying her head underneath. I felt her hands work their way up my legs and then towards my pussy. I was already soaking wet and felt Mel part my lips and slowly insert the two balls into my pussy. My muscles clamped around the balls and I felt them move around inside of me and knew instantly that I would need to cum so badly within a short while. Mel couldn't resist lightly running her tongue up from my pussy lips and over my clit which didn't help in the slightest. A second later Mel was straightening out the dress that I was wearing. I had only one question left; what shoes would Mel choose.

I didn't have long to wait because Mel stood up off the floor and walked over to the closet and returned with a pair of thigh-high PVC boots, Julia Roberts style. I just looked at her before quickly putting them on, feeling my stocking clad feet becoming encased in PVC. I now looked at least four inches taller and I was as horny as hell.

Now as I sit in Mel's car on our drive into town I looked down at my outfit and simply smiled, as well as clenching my legs together and feeling the two balls inside of my now very slippery pussy.

I glanced back over at Mel, looking her fabulous body up and down. Back at her house I had helped Mel into the outfit that she had chosen for herself; a black PVC bodice that gave her a fantastic cleavage that couldn't help but attract my eye; a black lace garter belt and lace top stockings; a black PVC pencil skirt and finally something that I had insisted upon - black lace panties that were holding a dildo inside Mel's pussy. I had taken great pleasure in teasing Mel as I inserted the dildo inside of her.

Again looking Mel up and down I had to admit that she too looked fantastic in plastic!

And so here we were, heading towards what Mel had promised me would be a fantastic night. I looked down at myself and still found it strange to be wearing something so sexy and provocative, yet inside I was aching to touch myself, make myself cum so badly. Mel took my mind off my desires for a while.

"We're going to a place called the Underground Club. It's a small place, lesbians only, very friendly. I usually go here a few times a month, usually dressed as we are now. That's why I've got so many items in my closet."

"How did you discover this place?"

"By accident," replied Mel. "I told you about my first encounter, with Samantha, an ex-employee on her shower night. Well we were the last ones remaining on that night, everyone else had gone home. Being two drunkards and not wanting the night to end we went in search of a late night bar, and eventually we stumbled rather drunkenly into a bar....."

"The Underground Club?"

"Precisely. We didn't realise it was a lesbian bar, but once we found out we just decided to stay there. No one bothered us, probably assumed we were together. Anyway, we left in the early hours and caught a cab back to my place, Samantha had arranged to stay the night. So we got home and became engaged in a rather drunken conversation about the bar over a bottle of wine. To cut a long story short we both revealed our curiosities regarding sex with another female and ended up stumbling into my bed together for what was our first lesbian encounters."

"And the strap-on dildo?"

"Someone had bought Samantha that as a present for her shower, only I bet she never thought that it would get any use. Only that night, we screwed each other several times, and then again a few more times before Samantha moved away. One night though, we both dared each other to go back to the lesbian bar, and we found out that twice a week it was for fetish clothing. We both bought each other outfits and went along. We ended up screwing in the toilets and a few more times when we came home. I've been going ever since."

My mind was buzzing with the image of Mel and Samantha making love together like we had earlier on. I could feel juices moving more freely down the inside of my thighs, in between my legs and onto my stockings.

"Can I ask what you do there?"

"Sure Ellie. The answer is that people there do what people do in other bars. The sit, drink, talk, chat-up other women. I usually get talking to someone, I know a few who go there regularly, and every once in a while I may meet someone that just makes me panties so wet that I have to go home with them."

Mel slowed down and pulled the car into a side street, I guess near where the club was. Before we left the car I leaned over and began kissing her, running my PVC clad hand over her breasts and against the smooth skin of her face.

Out of the car we didn't have far to walk and within a minute Mel was leading me into the Underground Club. It was underground, the entrance being down a flight of stairs like in Cheers. Mel was right, it was only small, with a bar running nearly the whole length of the left side of the bar. The light was fairly dark inside, but a brightly lit juke box caught my gaze as soon as I walked in, sitting just to the right of the door.

Mel gave me a quick guided tour, through the bar area, opposite which there were several booths with tables, and then into another room where there were similar booths. As we walked around I noticed a few women sitting in those booths, drinks in front of them, all dressed in similar fetish wear to what Mel and I were wearing. A few were in the middle of kissing or groping each other and a few acknowledged Mel.

Back at the bar we ordered drinks to a female bar tender wearing what looked like a latex catsuit, the zip undone to a point where I could see part of her breasts. My eyes struggled not to stare. Mel and I took our drinks and sat in a booth next to each other. Time seemed to pass so quickly. She and I would talk and drink, occasionally talk to someone who walked by our booth. We would also kiss and fondle each other, touching each other through our clothing until we reached a point where our hands would reach under our PVC clothes. Several times I thought I may have cum just sitting there.

An hour and a half later, and several drinks later I made my way to the toilets, choosing the first of four stalls. I hadn't even thought about beginning to pee when I heard voices from the stall next door. Rather, they seemed to be a series of moans. I looked up, maybe expecting to see through the stall wall like it wasn't there or something. The wall was a series of wooden planks that looked well worn. Immediately I noticed a hole in between two pieces of wood and could see the occupants of the next stall, and presumably the cause of the voices and moans.

I pressed my eye up to the hole, forgetting about my need to pee. What I saw literally nearly had me cuming on the spot. In the next stall were two women, a couple I'd seen earlier on in a booth. A young blonde woman dressed in a very short red latex dress was sitting on the toilet, her dress pushed up around her waist and had one of her hands buried in her pussy. Her friend, a young brunette in a red and black latex basque with black latex stockings, a short black latex skirt hitched up around her waist, and long red latex gloves, was stood up in front of the blonde, her red latex panties pushed aside. As well as attending to her own pussy, the blonde was feverishly using her tongue to lick the brunettes clit. I could see each movement that her tongue made, and as it ran over her clit the red latex hand on the back of her head would push her tongue harder against her clit.

I could just make out the brunette as she stood back against the stall door, her free hand running over her breasts, her eyes screwed tightly shut. I could hear her moaning lightly, and then suddenly she would emit an even louder groan, and her breathing would quicken. The sight of her as she was getting her pussy licked and the blonde as she played with her own pussy made me want to cum there and then. With my eye still pressed upto the hole I hitched up my own PVC dress and brought my PVC clad hand down over my clit. I don't know whether it was the situation or not, but the way that my hand felt over my clit was absolutely devine and I just had to slip a finger inside myself. It took all of my effort to contain my own moans and heavy breathing, as well as the noises that were being made as a result of my pussy being so wet.

"If you are going to cum, at least let us see you whilst you do," I heard someone say.

"Shit!" I thought to myself. I had been so focused on my own pleasure that I hadn't noticed the blonde woman looking directly at me. I had no choice. I stood up and made my way out of my stall and into the stall next door, my hand still on my clit and my dress still hitched up.

"Hi Ellie," the blonde said as I entered and shut the door behind me. I was puzzled as to how she knew who I was but didn't care right now, I was more concerned with cuming.

"I'm Caitlyn, and this is Kelly," she began, "now won't you let me lick your sweet pussy whilst you bring Kelly to orgasm with your hand."

I didn't stop to think twice. Caitlyn, the blonde, stayed seated on the toilet, and used her one free hand to hold up my PVC dress around my waist. I saw her head immediately dive in between my legs and her tongue found my clit. It was an exquisite feeling! Caitlyn's other hand remained in between her own legs and I think I could just make out two fingers plunging their way into her own pussy.

I looked over at Kelly and held her gaze briefly. Without thinking I brought my hand down to her clit and began to circle her swollen bud. I heard her moan briefly which told me that I was reaching the right spot, before she moved across and started kissing me passionately. I struggled to maintain my action on Kelly as Caitlyn drove me hurriedly towards orgasm, but I was determined to bring Kelly off with my own hand. Instinctively I began to work a few fingers into her pussy and she responded by kissing me even harder. As my fingers alternated between her clit and thrusting inside of her I felt Kelly's hand begin to reach across and fondle my breasts through the PVC of my dress.

Kelly, eager for more began to reach into my dress and brought out each of my breasts, my erect nipples immediately becoming the focus for her latex covered fingers. Her touch felt electric and the feel of the latex on my nipples sent what seemed like lightening bolts straight down to my own clit.

It almost seemed like those lightening bolts had passed straight through me and into Caitlyn because she began to cum loudly, her moans filling the toilets. I could feel her warm breath on my pussy as her tongue seemed to increase it's attention on my clit and as it did so I knew I was about to come.

My breathing quickened and then reached such a point where it seemed like I wasn't breathing at all. Electricity seemed to race through the whole of my body, making the tongue on my clit and the hands on my nipples feel so fucking unbelievable. At the same time I began to increase my movements over Kelly's clit, determined that we should cum at the same time. As we continued to kiss, the two of us felt each other's moans being subdued by the other's sweet kiss. And then we both blew.

I found my free hand pushing Caitlyn's head closer to my pussy, driving her tongue harder against my clit as I came with such intensity. Within an instant I felt Kelly move her free hand down to her own pussy and thrust at least three fingers inside as her body began to buck wildly against my own hand. She broke away from our kissing and proceed to almost scream the bar down.

Caitlyn continued to lap away at my pussy, licking my juices up as they continued to pour out, and it must have been a full minute later before she relented. I leant back against the stall door, exhausted from such an intense orgasm and proceeded to lick Kelly's juices off my gloves, enjoying the sweet, but subtle difference between hers and Mel's.

Without a word Caitlyn and Kelly just straightened up their state of undress and walked out of the stall, each of them giving me a long passionate kiss as they went on their way. There were no words that I could have said myself.

A minute later and I myself was heading back to Mel, my dress back to normal and my breasts back beneath the black PVC. As I walked I could feel the fire that was still burning in my pussy and my juices as they ran down my legs. I'm sure that anyone I walked past would be able to smell my state of arousal and the sweet smell of sex. As I sat back down next to Mel I'm sure she would be able to tell what I'd been up to.

"I see you just met Cait and Kel?"

I couldn't say anything, I was lost for words.

"Don't worry Ellie, they are two of my best friends here and besides, I told them to give you a good time. Did they?"

"How.....?"

"I saw them go in there and I gave them a little wink as they went, plus the name of new people in here gets around real fast. So, did they?"

"My word did they!" I exclaimed, reliving the events in my mind.

"Congratulations Ellie, you've just had your first threesome with two of the horniest people that I know, you and I excluded. I remember the first time that I met them, we all ended up back at Cait's place and fucked all night. Cait's got such a delicious pussy, I first tasted her that night in a 69 - then ended up getting fucked in my ass by Kelly at the same time. It was fantastic."

Out of the blue Mel stood up in our booth, grabbed my hand and headed off towards the toilets. "You have to make me cum now!" Mel whispered as we went, and I saw a glint in her eye that told me that I simply had to lick my boss' pussy, right here and right now!

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From Tokyo With Love

I got dressed into my "predator pants", tight flares that hug every curve, so low below my waist that my thong keeps creeping to view, enticing people with visions of lacy delicate fabric containing a sweet forbidden fruit...well anyways; these pants screamed, "I'm horny." Ahh the power a women holds. I splashed on some Chai Tea fragrance I had found in some hippy-beauty store in Frisco. People love the smell of this, earthy and sweet, enticing. Ok it was almost 10:00; any minute now people would be arriving. Opening the wine bottles, lining them up on the bar like beautiful art pieces, as they glistened from Christmas lights aligned like stars on the ceiling. Place some cd's in the stereo... some good techno- some "darude"- some girly songs like "fallin"..."I will survive", some Ani...drag in the old dusty loveseat from the den, place a sarong-type fabric swath over it, take a deep breath in out in out.

Knock. Knock. Like a procession of concert go-ers, the door yawned open to usher in a mass of faces, like a kaleidoscope. Do I look ok? Are people glad to be here? Oh, hi, yes I know you, from Political Theory class last year, right? Yea that Prof was a crackpot. You, over there, what's your name? Wanna drink? Merlot? Chardonnay? Splash of red. Rose. Diamond white. Feeling the blissful tingles as they wine intoxicated me, Dionysus, Goddess of Wine. I stand back and observe the party from the hallway. My party. Tomorrow we all start packing to go home for the summer, graduate, whatever. And then, I see her. Her hair is silky black, to her breastbone; her steel blue-black-blue eyes shine like sapphires in the light of wine and merrymaking. I had never seen her before, or anyone like her for that matter. Cream colored skin, with a hint of caramel, delicate, but curvy body...36B breasts? Yes. Delicate clothes that looks like they would turn to dust if you handles them. Clinging. To. Her. Skin. Long eyelashes flirting and caressing her cheek, exposing those blue-black-blue eyes...cat eyes? Maybe she is Asian. She is all alone, even if in such a huge crowd. Looks lost, but somehow, beneath that, happy. Angelic. I walk up, introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Erin, and you?"

She shyly smiles, blink a long flirty long sexy blink, says "Aiko. Aiko. Yes." I can tell she is uncomfortable with English. I offer her wine. She starts to decline. "It's good. Try" I saw, offering her a sip from my glass. We depart, and a friend of mine grabs something from my room and runs into the crowd laughing. She has found a pornographic magazine I had hidden under the bed. I turn bright red as a so-called "friend" starts reading articles about lesbian encounters, and suddenly I am running fast frantic fast, and I slam my bedroom door, rattling the pictures on my wall. I collapse into my bed crying. Grasping my pillow. Mumbling nasty comments under my breath. Hitting my pillow.... stupid me. Why must I like girls? I should have hidden that magazine. Now everyone knows. I am a freak. I hear my door creep open and I mumble, "go away". I hear a whisper "Oh, me.... So sorry. I go." I pry open a tear swelled eye and switch on my lamp. "Aiko?" I see the not lit silhouette turn to me, walk over, grab my hand. Delicate. Soft. Caressing hands. "Why they laugh at you, I not sure. I saw you run here, sad." I start to turn the other way; afraid she is somehow mocking me. She delicately grabs my side. Looks at me with sorrow. "Ok. I...I...like girls. I.... I.... no one can know.

They will hate me. I hate me. Why Me? I-" "You like girl. I never am with girl. No boy. Not know of thing like this." She gives a subtle pleading look at me. I reach into my dresser and pull out another hidden magazine. I suddenly am reading her an erotic story of lesbians having a clandestine relationship of kissing and heavy petting. I start to masturbate while reading it, unaware of what I am really doing. Aiko looks at me and I stop. What was I doing? I've been caught. But n. Her eyes are wide and a smile slowly creeps onto her beautiful delicate exotic face. Her eyelashes flirt with me. I see her take off her skirt, and I see her little white bottom, like tow half moons, no, more beautiful than the moon. She turns around and climbs into bed with me. I gently kiss her on the forehead. Cheek. Lip. Neck. Ear. Nibble. She giggles. I reach down and touch her pussy, it is warm and wet, leaving my fingers glistening to sweet dew which I take to my lips, now covered in her sweetness, and kiss her gently, tasting her salty sweet mouth pussy mouth mixing swirling in my mouth, dancing on my tongue. I deftly unclasp her blouse, unclasp a simple but lacy bra, her breasts tumble towards my waiting hands as I caress rub my tongue begins its dance on her hard, rose-colored nipples.

She gives a slight moan. Suddenly I'm grinding against her pussy with mine, hungrily nibbling her soft lips, exploring her mouth with my tongue, wrestling with her tongue which tickles and I feel tingles down my spine. She grabs my chin, plants a kiss on my lips and whispers "your shirt. In way, take off". I eagerly do as she says, she grabs at my thigh, inner thigh, and she must feel my throbbing clitoris from here. She places her warm wet soft tongue on my nipple, and inserts her soft delicate finger into my pussy. Pulls out. Presses her wet pussy against mine, rubbing, out sweet juices mixing swirling. Moaning, nibbling. Tingling. I feel warm, building up, my body tingles more, my thoughts meander and I feel like I am weightless, no, hot, no throbbing down down pump pump blood rushing down down down she is going down on me my God! Ohhhh!!!!!!! I am licking her sweetness she licks mine I feel a wave and hear a moan.

She is moaning I am cumming hot waves ecstasy she is in ecstasy. We collapse. Sweaty. Satisfied. She gathers her clothes. Gets dressed in front of me no don't get dressed I want to see your body again, your beautiful skin, I feel a kiss land upon my lips, gentle, and you let your hands touch my chin, your lips pull away away as your hand trails gently down to my toes, you look at me with desperation. You are far away now, at the door. "Goodbye, America. Home now. It was fun" you wink a flirty lashed wink and the door closes it is dark I am alone grab my pillow, smell your smell left on it, grasp it tightly never let go I fall asleep, hearing soft music fade into the silence of dreams.

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The Road Home

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I said, "You know we could just stay here I wouldn't care."

"You have to do this, no, we have to do this." Responded Kate.

"I know I just don't want to be there when it all comes out into the open," I sighed, "but I guess I've postponed it long enough already."

"Then move your butt so when can get going," laughed Kate.

Kate and I are heading to my hometown to spend Christmas with my family. Some of my cousins have known about my alternative lifestyle for years, but most of the family, including my parents, has no idea. We have been together for almost 4 years now. One year ago we bought a house together. I am a successful architect and Kate is a very talented artist. After meeting each other in Champaign, we moved to Chicago for better jobs. We have spent every other holiday that we have been together with Kate's family, who are all supportive of Kate. I like them better than my own family. I have finally gotten enough courage to come out to my family, I always figured when I found the person I would spend the rest of my life with that I would introduce that person then. But it wasn't as easy as I expected. I am very open to everyone around me, not announcing it but not hiding it either, both of us are, but even though I am not very close to my parents I find it incredibly hard to share such a wonderful woman that I love very much with them.

The three-hour trip to Decatur seemed like three minutes to me, I couldn't relax which is something that usually comes easily to me. Kate tried to comfort and reassure me that it wouldn't be that bad, but I couldn't stop worrying.

"Well we're here," said Kate, "Would you like to go straight to Leslie's?"

"Yes, I need to relax before I give myself a heart-attack," I laughed.

We pulled into Leslie's driveway and Clayton, Leslies 15 year-old stepson, met us on the porch. He hugged both of us then asked, "How was your trip?"

"It flew by," replied Kate as she got our bags from the trunk.

As we settled in at Leslie's, I began to relax a little, being able to be in our usual environment where we don't have to worry about hiding anything. I had not been with my family at Christmas for almost seven years, though I had spent a lot of time with my cousins, Leslie, Brandy, and Kevin. They all get along with Kate very well and as far as I know like her a lot. Getting into bed that night Kate said, "Babe it may not be as bad as you think. They might accept us like your cousins have...you never know."

"I hope you're right," I laughed at myself, "I don't even care what they think I just hate confrontation, I don't want to argue or have to justify my life... that's what I'm scared of."

"Well if they do have a problem we can just leave... I'm here for you, we are in this together," Kate said as she turned toward me.

"Thank you, I don't know what I'd do without you darling."

"And you'll never have to find out, babe," smiled Kate as she enclosed her lips over mine. I wrapped my arms around Kate's smooth body and pulled her closer. Kate always knew how to take my mind off of something I was worrying about. As we got more into it I pulled back, "As much as I would love to love you I cant do it here, not with my cousin in the other room."

"I know," said Kate with disappointment, "I just wanted to give you one hell of a good night kiss."

Wrapped in each other's arms we fell asleep and for a while, let all our worries wash away.

The next morning, Christmas morning, I woke up still wrapped in Kate's arms. I loved waking up wrapped in Kate's arms it made me feel safe. Kate stirred, "Morning babe, are you ready to get the day started?"

"I'm ready to get the day over with," I said turning towards Kate. We kissed each other thoroughly exploring one another's mouth. "Cant we just stay here all day?" I said snuggling into the curves of Kate's body. "As much as I would enjoy that, you know we have get up," said Kate encouragingly. "Alright lets get it over with," I sighed.

After showering and getting ready for the day, Kate and I joined Leslie, Aaron, and Clayton in the car to go to my aunts for the first part of Christmas. On the way I was sitting between Kate and Leslie. Leslie put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Are you going to make it?"

"Yes I think so, I hope so."

"We'll make it, it will be over before you know it," said Kate as she put her arm around me. I covered her hand and squeezed, "Thank you."

We pulled into my aunt's driveway; it looked more like a parking lot than a driveway. This is it I thought, it's now or never. As we got out of the car, Kate took my hand and squeezed it, "It's going to work out fine, just relax and be yourself. They can accept us or they can disown us either way you still have me."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Walking into the house, seeing so many family members for the first time in almost seven years, I almost enjoyed it for a moment, and then I remembered why I had stayed away for so long. My aunt came up to me first, we hugged and I introduced Kate. We aren't planning on announcing that Kate and I are lovers; but we aren't going to act any differently either. As usual most of the men were watching football and most of the women were in the kitchen. And of course the kids were running around everywhere. Kate and I walked into the dining room and got some breakfast, saying our hellos along the way. We took our breakfast into the computer room and sat down and started to eat. After getting their food, Kevin and Brandy joined us.

"So how are you doing?" asked Brandy.

"We are doing good, Leah is a little nerve racked about today but other than that we have been wonderful," said Kate.

"Don't worry, be happy, it will be all right," Kevin said as he went back for more food.

As the kids all ran to the living room at the same time, I said, "Looks like it's present time." We got up, threw our plates away, and proceeded into the living room with the rest of the family. Kate and I sat down on the couch and watched as the kids opened their gifts excitedly. As they opened a gift from us they yelled, "Thank you, Leah." I looked at Kate, "I guess putting 'From Leah and Kate' doesn't make any difference."

"That's alright I don't expect them to understand or accept me just yet. Except for Leslie and Kevin's kids, I'm still a stranger to them," Smiled Kate.

The gift unwrapping was finished and the mess was cleaned up so it was time to part until later for Christmas dinner.

We arrived back a Leslies and ran inside as fast as we could because it was getting colder and colder. Kate and I shed our coats and gloves and got comfortable on the couch. Aaron put a movie in and they sat around the T.V. to watch. Not too long after the movie started I fell asleep in the comfort of Kate's wonderful arms.

"Hey beautiful, its time to get up," said Kate as she tried to wake me up.

"How long have I been sleeping?"

"About 3 hours, Leslie, Aaron, and Clayton already left for your aunts."

"So I guess that means we have to get going," I said as I moved so I was on top of Kate. She kissed me, "Yup, no time to play we've got to get going." We got up, straightened ourselves out and got bundled up. We got on our way and in minutes we were back at my aunts. Kate parked the car, turned the engine off, and turned to me. She took my face into her hands, pulled me closer, gently kissed me on the lips, "Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

We got out of the car and again ran into the house. They were just sitting down to eat when we got there, so it was kind of perfect timing. Walking into the dining room we grabbed a plate and proceeded to get some food. Leslie saved us seats that were surrounded by herself, Kevin, and Brandy. I thanked her as we sat down and began to eat. Dinner was going smoothly for a while, we were talking with Leslie and Brandy when my Aunt Peggy said, "So Kate, how do you and Leah know each other?"

"We met at the U of I four years ago," said Kate

"So you live in Champaign then." Said my Aunt Sue.

"No, actually I live in Chicago with Leah."

As this conversation started I felt a lump in my throat I really wanted to just run out of there.

"You and Leah live in the same house," said Peggy in more of a question than a statement.

"Kate and I bought our house about a year ago," I said in sort of an angry tone.

"What if one of you finds a man to marry, who is going to keep the house?" said my step-dad

"We pretty much know there isn't any chance of that. I'd be pretty mad if Kate left me for anyone but I'd be outraged if she left me for a man." As I said that I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth, I'd never been that brave around my family before.

Leslie, Aaron, Kevin, and Brandy laughed after I said that. The looks on the faces of the rest of the family were priceless. I thought for a moment that it was almost worth it.

"You mean you and Kate are...you're gay!" screeched my mother.

"Yes, we are lesbians," Kate replied.

"That's disgusting," shouted my step-dad.

Outraged I stood up, Kate took my hand, and I said, "It is not disgusting to love someone as wonderful as Kate. I love her, she loves me, we love each other what else matters?"

"It's not right, it's immoral, its gross," shouted my step-dad.

"Let's go," I said to Kate, "How about lunch tomorrow at noon at Taters?" I said to Kevin, Brandy, and Leslie. They all nodded and Kate and I walked to the back door. As we were putting our coats on, my cousin Laurie came up to me hugged me, "Can I come to lunch, also?"

"Of course," I smiled and hugged her. She gave me another squeeze and whispered in my ear, "Hang in there, kiddo."

We got into the car, Kate took my hand, looked me in the eyes, "Are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm mad, but I am alright."

"Good."

"At least we got to finish eating first," I laughed.

She smiled at me and started the car.



Walking back into Leslie's house, Kate took my hand, "How about a shower?"

"Sounds perfect."

She led me by the hand to the bathroom, after closing the door behind me she pushed me up against the door and connected her warm, moist lips to mine. Pushing her leg in between my thighs, she unbuttoned my shirt. Dropping my shirt onto the floor she led her hands behind my back to let my breasts free. She then, kissed me so gently on the lips I thought I would melt. I opened my mouth to let her explore more, our tongues met and wrestled with each other. Breaking the kiss, she planted gentle kisses down my neck, to my shoulders, down to my breasts. Concentrating on one nipple with her mouth and one nipple with her fingers, she nearly made me orgasm. After torturing me enough she bent down and unzipped my pants, let them fall and did the same with my panties.

"You have way too much on, sweetie." I said as I went for the bottom of her shirt.

She smiled and helped me get her clothes off.

After we both were completely naked, she turned and went to turn the shower on. As she came back to me, I studied her curves for the thousandth time. Taking her into my arms I kissed her hungrily, savoring every moment. She kissed her way down to my soaking wet center, looked up at me, and pressed her face into my awaiting sex. Sucking, licking, biting she brought me to pure ecstasy. I came for so long, I was worried I might drown her. I fell into her arms as my climax began to subside. I kissed her, "God I love you."

"I love you too, beautiful, now lets get you cleaned up." I agreed, not having much energy to do much else.

We bathed each other, washed each other's hair and dried each other off. As she wrapped me up in a towel, I looked at us in the mirror, "How could anyone call this disgusting?"

"They are scared of anything that is different, don't worry about them."

We put our pajamas on and climbed into bed. Snuggling against Kate's warm body, I felt wonderful, I felt right. She brushed my cheek with her hand, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about how lucky I am to have you. About how wonderful, beautiful, sexy, and talented you are."

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"I'm thinking about how much I love you and how lucky I am to have a family that is so supportive."

"Well maybe they will come around," I said trying to sound realistic.

We fell asleep in the comfort of each other's arms. Falling into a world where you could be who you are born to be and not have anybody question you.



As I began to wake up the next morning, I went through what happened yesterday. It was painful, but not as painful as I had expected. Kate stirred for a moment, then went back to sleep with her arms still around me. My stomach suddenly informed me that it needed food; I got up as slowly as I could so I didn't disturb Kate's sleep. She shifted a bit but stayed asleep. I watched her lying there as peaceful as can be, she looked so beautiful, I wanted to stay in this moment forever.

A noise from another room startled me, so I made my way towards the kitchen. Leslie was sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Leslie asked.

"No, my stomach did," I said smiling.

"So how did you sleep?"

"Pretty well," I said as I got a bowl from the cabinet.

She handed me the cereal, "Well, how are feeling about yesterday, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm alright, the more I think about it, it doesn't really matter to me how they feel. I love Kate, we have a good life together and that's all that matters. I just didn't want to deal with the confrontation, but that's nothing new."

She smiled, finished off her cereal, and went back to bed. I read the paper and filled my hungry stomach, then headed back to join Kate in bed.

As I climbed back into bed, Kate turned towards me, opened her eyes and groggily said, "Where have you been?" then wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer. "I had to eat something," I told her as I pressed my lips into hers for a quick kiss. She smiled, kissed me again, and we both went back to sleep in the comfort of each other's arms.

Both of us woke up around nine-thirty, took showers and got dressed for the day. As Kate was putting on her make-up, something that I find pointless because she's beautiful without it, I joined Clayton in the living room. "Some Christmas dinner," he said. I walked up to him, ruffled his hair, and sat down next to him on the couch.

"It certainly was different," I said smiling.

"So, are you alright?" he asked.

"I think I'll live," I said as Kate came in a joined us.

"Did you have a good Christmas, Clayton?" asked Kate as she sat on the other side of me.

"Yes, I got a lot of good presents, thank you for the money by the way, that was the best present," he said smiling.

"That's what I always wished I had gotten, so I figured you'd like it. This way you can get something you really want." I said as Leslie and Aaron joined us. We sat there and watched a movie until it was time to go to lunch.

Leslie, Kate, and I bundled up and headed off to Taters. We walked in the entrance to Taters and Kevin, Brandy, and Laurie were already there waiting for us. The hostess led us to a table and we ordered drinks.

We sat there in silence for a while, until Laurie broke it with an anticipated question.

"So, how long have you known...that you're gay?"

"Wow, well I guess since I was seventeen or around that age. I had a girlfriend in high school. I'm sorry that's how you had to find out. I honestly didn't know how you'd react because I know you're very religious and I really don't know you all that well. Leslie and Brandy have known for a long time, and since Kevin lives so close to Kate and I we spend tons of time together so he'd have to be pretty stupid not to know."

"Well I understand why you didn't tell me, I wish you could have, but I understand. It must be so difficult not knowing who you can trust."

"It is at the beginning but after a while you just don't care anymore." Kate added.

"We don't ever walk into a room and announce that we're lovers. That is silly to us, we mostly just let people figure it out and go from there. Because it's normal to us so we don't see a reason we have to tell people what we do in private." Kate said trying to explain a little.

"So anyway, how did the rest of dinner go?" I asked curiously.

"After you left, some were stuck in shock, some were disgusted, and some didn't care either way," said Leslie as the waitress came for our orders.

We ordered our food, got some refills on our drinks and continued the conversation.

"Grandma was defending you to your mother, Brian (step-dad), my mom, Pam and Mike, and Judy," said Kevin.

"Those are the people I expected to be shocked. I knew Grandma would be ok with it."

"Brian was horrible, he just kept saying how disgusting and wrong it is and no matter what any of us would say he wouldn't shut-up," said Brandy as she took a drink.

"That's why I haven't said anything to my parents, and why I haven't seen them in so long. I didn't want to see them and have to hide that Kate is part of my life I had no clue how my mom would react, but I knew if I told her, she would tell Brian and I didn't want to deal with him."

"I thought your mom would be fine with it; she acted almost as bad as Brian. I was shocked at how she reacted, I couldn't believe she was being so cruel." Said Leslie as both Kevin and Brandy agreed.

"I am seeing how lucky I am to have a family that has been so supportive since the day I came out to them," said Kate as she put her arm around me and pulled me into a half hug.

"Yeah, Kate's mom bought me an 'I'm not gay but my girlfriend is' t-shirt. Her whole family is completely comfortable with us."

"Which is how it should be." Added Laurie.

"In a perfect world." Laughed Kate.

Just then our food came. We ate and talked about other things, mostly about each other's lives. After our plates were cleared and we all got another drink we approached the subject of last nights dinner again.

"So are you going to go see your mom before you guys leave?" asked Brandy.

Kate looked at me and I shrugged, "I don't know at first I figured if she wanted to talk she could call me at Leslies. But Kate mentioned that if I approach her, she might get over her prejudices faster."

"I haven't really talked to my mom for a very long time so I don't know if it will make any difference now. But Kate and I are thinking about maybe starting a family, and I want my mom to be involved with our kids if she can get over me being a lesbian."

"You're thinking of having kids...how?" said all four of them in unison.

"We don't know yet we are just starting to talk about it. It will be another couple of years but we want to be ready for any obstacles." I said as I grabbed Kate's hand and held it tight.

"Hon, its almost two. We should get going soon." Said Kate.

"We are going to see Grandma, then we're going to have dinner with my friend Danny and his partner Jack." I said explaining why we had to get going.

"How long will you guys be here?" Asked Laurie.

"We both have to get back to work soon, so we will probably leave tomorrow afternoon."

As I said that the waitress brought our check and we all fought about who was going to pay. I finally convinced them to let me pay but it took some time. We got to the entrance, bundled up, and walked outside to our cars. I hugged them all goodbye and told Laurie to come and visit us sometime. Leslie, Kate, and I got into the car and headed back to Leslies to drop her off. We pulled into my Grandmas driveway around two-thirty.

"So do you think we should go see my mom before we leave?" I asked as I was getting out of the car.

"I don't think it would hurt any."

We walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. After about five minutes my Grandma opened the door and let us inside. We both hugged her and sat down on the couch.

"Well you two certainly made it an interesting Christmas."

"We try." I said smiling at her.

"So give us the blow by blow after we left."

"Nothing interesting just a bunch of ignorant people talking about things they don't know a thing about," Grandma said angrily.

"Well maybe you can help us Grandma, I don't know if we should go see my parents or if we should just leave them alone and let them come to us."

"I think if you wait for them, you'll be waiting a long time. The best thing to do is confront them and tell them how it's going to be if they can get over it."

"That makes sense. Thanks, Grandma."

We sat there for another two hours talking about other things. My grandma is cool but she can talk and talk. Finally Kate managed to get us out by telling her we had to meet someone, which is the truth.

Sitting down at dinner with Danny and Jack was the first time I was completely relaxed and having fun since we got to Decatur.

"So I gather you had an exciting Christmas." Said Danny.

"It was interesting," Kate responded.

"How'd it go with your parents, Leah?" asked Jack.

"About as bad as can be expected."

"Want me to beat them up?" asked Danny smiling.

"Lets just talk about something else guys. I'm really tired of talking about my ignorant family," I said trying to smile.

Dinner came and went, we talked and talked about each other's lives, and Danny and I reminisced about when we were younger. We went back to Danny and Jack's place and went in for coffee. Danny is my favorite person in the world besides Kate of course and I love to spend time with him. If we were straight we'd be the perfect match. We ended up staying there until around three in the morning, only leaving because Kate and I had to get some sleep before we headed back to Chicago. We said our good-byes and made our way back to Leslie's.

Running into Leslie's and trying to be as quiet as possible I was thinking how lucky I am to have to many friends and family that I care about. And so what if my parents can't support my lifestyle I still have plenty of other people that I care about.

We got into our pajamas and climbed into the warm bed. Both being too tired to say anything we just pulled each other close and fell asleep in one another's arms.

About eleven in the morning Leslie came in and woke us up.

"Leah, sorry to wake you but your mom and Brian are here."

"What? What in the hell are they doing here? I would say send them in but I think they'd have a heart attack." I said laughing. "We'll be out in a minute." She left closing the door behind her.

"Babe, hey wake up, my parents are here."

"Quit playing I'm tired."

"I wish I was joking but they really are here."

"Oh shit why are they here?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. Come on lets get this over with."

We got out of bed and got as far as the door. Kate stepped in front of me put her arms around my waist and pulled me closer.

"Remember, no matter what happens I'm right here." With that she enclosed her sweet lips to mine.

Breaking the kiss reluctantly, "Thank you sweetie, I love you."

"I love you more," she said opening the door.

Kate and I walked in the living room and sat down together in the big chair. My mom and step-dad were sitting on the couch with angry looks on their faces.

"So why are you here?" I asked.

"We wanted to make something clear before you leave." Said my mother.

"And that would be..." I responded.

"Your mother and I have been talking since the Christmas dinner and we both feel that if this is the way you are going to live your life then we want you to stay out of ours. And we would appreciate it if you would stay away from Mark also. We love you but we cannot accept your lifestyle and we want no part in supporting something so disgusting."

I looked at Kate then to my step-dad, "Well I'm sorry you feel that way, but I am very happy and I will not throw away what I have with Kate for two ignorant people. I am actually surprised at you, mom, I never expected you to act this cruelly. And as far as staying away from Mark I think you have a lost cause there because Mark has known about Kate since we first met and they get along very well. Mark is twenty years old and I think he can decide for himself who he spends time with."

They looked at me with what looked like surprised expressions. I think they actually thought I would go along with they're demands.

I got up took Kate's hand and started walking back to the bedroom, "Now if that's all you have to say I'm going to go back to bed with my girlfriend."

They got up in an angry furry and stormed out. Leslie came out from the kitchen with an expression of shock and came up to me and gave me a hug.

"I can't believe they acted like that. I'm so sorry I wish I could make things better."

"You do plenty for me, as long as you're here for me that's all I can ask for."

With that she let go of me and headed back to bed herself. Kate and I went back into the bedroom and climbed into the bed.

She took me into her arms and hugged me tightly.

"I'm so sorry baby, do you want me to beat them up?"

"I'll be alright, its not like I've ever really counted on them to support me. It does hurt but I'll live."

"I will be here and love you forever babe," Kate said loosening her grip a bit.

"Same here now can we get some more sleep please."

"Anything for you, darling."

We fell asleep almost immediately and successfully slept for another three hours.

At two o'clock we got out of bed, showered, and got ready for the day. Leslie made us a light lunch so that we could get on the road quicker. We packed our bags said our goodbyes and got on the road by three-thirty.

"So do you want to talk about what happened with your parents?" Kate questioned.

"I'm not sure there's much to talk about. They said what they wanted to say and I told them to stuff it that's pretty much all that happened."

"You're parents basically disowned you and told you to stay away from your brother, I think that is a pretty big event."

"Maybe you're right, I guess I'm not ready to talk about it yet." I said smiling at her.

Three hours later we pulled into our driveway.

"Well we're home," Kate said trying to sound happy.

I grabbed our bags from the trunk and turned towards her, "Let's go inside and get comfortable, I desperately need to relax."

Kate linked her arm with mine and we walked together into our home, where we can be ourselves one hundred percent of the time.

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Variety is the Spice

I didn't really want a drink when I went into the small bar. But I didn't want to go home to an empty apartment either. The bar was just the lesser of two evils.

As I climbed up onto the barstool, I held onto the hem of my already short skirt to keep from exposing any more flesh than I had to. Even so I saw the way the guy down at the end of the bar had his eyes glued to my legs. Hell, I should have charged him admission. I quickly crossed my knees to end show and tell.

Somewhere on the long side of thirty, the blonde bartender was sexy in a cute sort of way. Of course the dim lighting inside the bar helped hide any major defects. But she wasn't bad looking and she had a great smile. You know what I mean. Pepsodent teeth and all.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Becky. What are you drinking?"

"A screwdriver sounds good," I smiled back at her. "I'm Natalie. Nattie to my friends and bartenders."

She laughed lightly. "Hi Nattie. One screwdriver coming up."

As she turned away to mix my drink, I found myself staring at her firm and rounded little ass. Her ass was packaged inside a skirt that was at least a size smaller than it should have been. It had been a long time since looking at another broads ass had turned me on, but I could actually feel a tingle down there between my legs.

Reluctantly pulling my eyes away from her ass, I fumbled a Camel out of my purse and lit up. As I took a deep drag from the weed, I wondered what in the hell was happening to me? Forty-three years old and here I was getting all hot and bothered from looking at some little blonde bimbos ass. Maybe it was just that I was horny. My last sleep-over lover had finally gotten around to admitting to me that he was married. As hard as I kicked him in the nuts, he's probably singing soprano in the church choir by now. But there hadn't been much action in my bed since.

And enter Becky once more. She slid the drink down in front of me and hit me with that smile again.

"Here you are, Nattie. The first one is on the house. If there's anything else I can do for you, let me know."

Our eyes met and the tingle between my legs was back again. Lifting the glass to my lips, I licked my tongue around the rim while keeping my eyes locked with hers. She actually blushed, but I knew that I was getting the message across when she dropped her eyes to the front of my blouse. Someone rapped on the bar for service so she turned and glided smoothly away from me.

Like I said, I hadn't been with another woman sexually for a long time, but I remembered how nice it could be to feel someone soft and perfumed in your arms. This little fluff behind the bar was giving out some powerful vibes that she might be ready for some lady lovin' if I played it right. So I figured, what the hell. Might as well find out one way or the other. It was only a minute before she drifted back to stand in front of me.

"Ready for another drink, Nattie?" she asked, that smile blowing my mind again.

I shook my head. "No thanks. How late do you work?"

She glanced at her wrist. "I'm off in fifteen minutes. As soon as the night barman gets here. Why?"

"You wanna come up to my pad for a while?"

"Your pad?"

"Yeah. My apartment."

"I'm married."

"I didn't ask you that, honey. I asked if you wanted to visit my playpen for a while? Don't make a big deal out of it! Either you do or you don't."

"Are you a lesbian?" she asked.

"No, but I am sure as hell bi," I grinned at her. "I just didn't know it until I came in here for a drink."

"What do you mean?"

"Long story," I shrugged. "How about it? You wanna go home to hubby? Or do you wanna go home with me?"

It took her a long time to decide. Every bit of five or ten seconds. "The night guy is coming in now," she said. "I'll meet you out in front, okay? I have to go count my drawer."

As I turned on the bar stool, I saw that the creep at the end of the bar was still hoping the floor show would start again. Spreading my knees as I slid off of the stool, I let him have a good look. He was choking on his beer when I went out the door.

She was out the door in less than ten minutes. Putting my hand on her back, I steered her to my beat up Chevy and opened the door for her.

"I've never done anything like this before," she said as she slid onto the cracked vinyl of the car seat. "Done anything with another woman I mean."

"Well, it isn't on my regular menu either, dollface," I laughed as I slid in behind the steering wheel. "But they say variety is the spice of life, right?"

"You know, you sound like what a guy would say sometimes."

As I wheeled the Chevy out of the parking lot and onto the street, I steered with one hand and grabbed her wrist with the other. Pulling her hand up under my skirt, I pressed her palm into my panty covered crotch.

"You don't feel a dick under there, do you baby?"

"No."

She giggled as her fingers began rubbing the lips of my pussy, her hand staying under my skirt even when I let go of her wrist. What was it she had said before? She had never been with another woman? Sure! And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime either.

By the time we pulled into the garage of my building, my panties were sopping wet from those fingers that had never touched another woman before. Going up on the elevator we played a little suck-face, my hands rubbing all over that beautiful ass of hers.

Once inside the apartment, we didn't even make it to the damned bedroom. The two of us were naked by the time we stumbled as far as the sofa. I pushed her down on her back and crawled on top of her, loving the sensation of all that soft skin beneath me as I tried to suck the tonsils out of her mouth. After a while, I slid my lips and tongue down over her belly and through a silky forest of pubic hair. Suddenly I was wearing her pussy on my face like a Halloween mask, my tongue dancing the mambo with her clitoris. I guess she thought it was a wrestling match because she had my head locked in between her legs and was bouncing that cute ass and moaning like a fucking banshee as I ate her out. I waited until she had quieted down to a soft whimper of pleasure before freeing my head from her leg lock and moving up to straddle her face. Her tongue was already moving when I lowered my pussy to meet her mouth and for someone who had never done another woman before, she sure as hell was a fast learner.

Still naked, the two women sat on the sofa with there arms around one another, both sated and at least temporarily satisfied. The blonde woman cupped her hand over the older woman's breast and squeezed gently. "Aunt Natalie? Could I be the hard-boiled female private eye the next time?" "I suppose so honey," the older woman responded. "But I really do get turned on when you play the French whore and me the librarian..."

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The Coffs Watering Hole

Hi my name is Annette Taylor some of you might remember me from my previous story (washing my underwear). This is another true story that happened to me 9 months after my very first wet lesbian experience. As before the names and places have not been changed.

It was 4.30pm Tuesday afternoon as I pulled into the car park to see my last customer of the day. (I'm a rep for a large cosmetics company). Coffs Harbour is a beautiful spot on the East Coast of Australia and I could quit happily live here. Katelin's shop was one of the largest in Coff's but I could never get a large order out of her. Knowing this I had drank almost a litre of water 20 min before thinking I would be there the standard 20-30 min and then end up at my hotel just in time for my bladder to burst through my satin panties and masturbate myself to orgasm.

As I stepped into the shop one of the sales girl's Shelly said " Katelin's just stepped out to get a couple of things she should be back in 10-15mins" this was ok with me so I just went ahead and noted down the items that she sold from my stand. 15 min later in walked Katelin " hi Annie how are you going good to see you ". Katelin was a stunning woman for 40 years old she is an ex fashion model with blonde hair and I body to die for (I hope I look as good as her at 40). " I'm glad I caught you" she said, " I want to put a big order in for the new range of summer lines that you have". This was great I had never got a large order from Katelin before and hope this would be the first of many. " Just let me finish up and I'll be right with you ok ".

It was now 5.00pm and the rest of the staff were leaving "lock up as you go Shelley I don't want any more customers today " Katelin said "ok Katelin see you again soon Annette ". I waved good bye to Shelley. " Lets go into the office so I can sit down and go through these " Katie said. We went back to her office were she proceeded to slowly go through all the new samples I had. As I was showing her the lipsticks my bladder was starting to ache, I looked at my watch 5.15pm, I knew if it didn't pee soon I would have an accident right there. Katlin was only half way through the samples and I hoped she would speed things up. Five more minutes had past and the pain was now very strong. I ask her if she had a toilet " no honey I don't" " there is only one in the centre and they close that at 5.00 sharp" " are you ok" she said " yes no problems I think I can wait" "won't be long now " Katie said.

Another five minutes had past and now I was desperate (oh how I wish Chantelle was here so I could relief the pressure). I was now squirming in my chair like a little school girl. I started to rub my pussy through my dress hoping it would help. The tension on my face must have shown as katelin asked, "are you sure you're ok you look and little worried" - "I need to pee badly Kate are you sure there Is no other toilets around" I said, " no there isn't but let me see if I can find a bucket or something for you" - "please hurry" I said " I don't think I can hold out much longer".

As Katelin ran out of the office into the shop to find something for me to pee in, I stood up and started to rub my pussy furiously. A little pee escaped into my panties and my clit was becoming erect, oh god the feeling was great but I wished I could just finger myself & fill my panties full of warm piss. Just then Katelin came back in the office holding 4 coffee cups " this is all I could find Annie" she said "how am I going to pee in those with out getting it all over the floor" I said. I thought this was it I was going to loose control and piss all over the floor of one of my customers shops. How could I ever face Katelin again after this?

"It's ok Annie just pull up your dress and pull your panties to the side and I will change the cups as they get full ok" " are you sure about this " I said "just hurry up before you wet your cloths" she said. I couldn't believe what I was going to do. Here was one of my oldest customers I didn't know THAT well kneeling on the floor in front of me holding a coffee cup ready to catch my pee in it. I started to panic, would she notice that I was extremely aroused, that my clit was erect, and my pussy was also wet with my juices. At this stage I had no options. I pulled up my dress and slid my wet satin panties to one side and leaned back against Katie's desk spreading my legs so she could get the cup in position.

I steadied my self, tipped back my head, closed my eyes, and relaxed my bladder. The release was sheer bliss, my pee hissed out of my pussy straight into the cup. (I only wished it was Chantelle's mouth that it was going into), when Katlin said, " this cups full" - " but this one is empty " she removed the full cup from my pussy and I thought she was replacing it with another when suddenly I felt a pair of lips and a tongue latch onto me. I looked down to see Katelin's mouth greedily sucking on my pissing pussy, drinking down as much as she could get. I was speechless I couldn't believe it, my pussy was now filling her mouth not just with my pee but also my juices. I pushed hard to force out more of my pee. I have never pissed so hard in my life. There was too much for Katelin to take in her mouth so she just let it flow out the side and run down her cheeks soaking her blouse.

When I stopped peeing Katie went to town on my pussy licking, sucking, biting. "OHHH GOD KATIE I'M CUUUMMMMING" I screamed as I exploded into her mouth with a gut wrenching orgasm. My knees buckled (lucky I was leaning on her desk) as Katie drank all the cum I had to give her. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I collapsed on the floor in front of Katelin. Looking at her face and blouse covered in my pee and cum she said to me " do you feel better now that you have had a wee". I said "yes thank you but " she stopped me there and said " I read this story on the Internet about a sales rep into pee play and knew it was you " - " I set this up hoping it would end up like this but what I didn't tell you was that I do have a toilet and it's just through that door. " you sneaky bitch" I said but I'm glad she didn't tell me as I started to lick my piss & cum from her face.

Katelin invited me back to her house for dinner and to stay the night. On the way to her house she told me that she got into water sports when she was modeling. Somedays the shoots were so long the photographers would make you stand still forever just for the right shot, and you would have no choice but to pee your panties and it just progressed from there. She said that she had not done it with anyone since those day's 18 years ago, and when she read my story on the net it turned her on and she wanted to rekindle those early days again. So she set up this plan to hopefully catch me.

That night we shared each other totally. I don't think I have peed and cum that much since I did it with Chantelle that first day. Now every time I do my country trip I arrive at Katelin's house on Friday night and spend the weekend pissing and cumming with her, and make her shop my first call on Monday.(Next trip I'm taking Chantelle with me as she is on holidays from Uni, and said she can't wait to meet the towns latest attraction " the Coffs watering hole".

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Lane

The wind had caught my hair and dished it up great. I looked like a relative of Harpos'. Wondered if my hair would matter so much in the scheme of things. Wondered about the time we would spend so close to one another.

I wondered too, about the openness of our lives online. What we had shared, leaving ourselves open and vunerable. The exchange of pictures that would leave no doubt as to whom we were, yet only silhouettes of the 3D personage we call ourselves.

In my haste to have her know me, I sent her every poem and erotic story I had penned, hoping to show her exactly who I was....within a soul painted picture. My passions about my art expelled there in the body of an email, gracing her screen and the countless others on a single mailing list. Passions about sailing, making love, writing, grapes and wolves. Passions. Eruptions. Deliverance and rebirth, all in the name of lust.

In my haste to know more of her, I asked only that she be honest with me, that she be open and proud with me. I didnt want her past, her lovers names or even the moments when she cried someones name into a night filled with more passion....only asked for a future where she might scream my name...where she might even blush in the still of a nights tone...the silvery soft colors of dusk.

Its wicked the games the mind plays. Its unforgiven and evil...when your mind plays against you. More so, here I sit waiting for the womyn who holds my heart and where she is...I havent a clue, just a thought.

I told her to come to the pier. That we would wait till she would appear, and then I would take her to sea, with my crew and I. And so I have waited, against a night filled with the scents of the sea, the flying fish for free, jump as high as the moon and my heart aches for the womyn I call 'Lover'.

She comes from so far away. Her winters longer than the tides that will take us out again, take us into an eddy with thought. Clearly the moon wanes as I wait, and a shadow of regret hangs in the balance.

I wonder if she will like me as she says she loves me. I wonder if her arms will wrap around who she says she longs to hold, am I too bold in wanting more than just the dream?

Its a Caribbean tide that pushes us out through the canal, frigates on either side gather steam in the early hours of eve. Their nocturnal enterprise harbors a commercialism based on noise, greed and neglect.

Soon we see a car that rides slowly down the pier. I see her blond head leaning from the open windows, wondering if she looks for a way to turn around when she sees the eagerness in me. Suddenly I feel small and unattractive. Suddenly I am not poised. My feet lumber under me. My hands inept as I wring them in inadequacies of my mind. Those damn games.

She is smiling. More than I. And then we share that first moment, when time stands still. When the sounds around seem to hold their tongues in the silence. I know her as my lover. I long to bend to take her in, but all I can do is say 'Hello', which she answers just the same.

I rise from my post and jump from the railing to the dock. She laughs a hearty tone that beckons and calls to me. Suddenly Im swept away with passions that I have felt in the early hours of a dawn on all night cybers. We stand face to face. Our eyes locked in a loving embrace. I take her slowly into my arms and kiss her moist lips. I feel as her tongue parts my own lips, pushing in past my teeth. Again I have felt this rebirth. A miraculous overwhelming rise that begins from deep within me and continues all the way to nirvana. I feel her hands grasping, her fingers laying themselves upon me. Her richness filling me. I am alive like never before. In my mouth she tastes like dawn. Bright. Refreshed. Loving. I grab her bags and motion for her to follow me. Our silence is broken by the rapid breaths of two womyn who know passion. I turn to look at her. She is smiling. I am happy.

I take her to my quarters. I have placed orchid petals around the room, and lilacs upon her pillow, though now I know her scent to be more of what I yearn for.... Again she falls into my arms. Her own hands circle my neck, pulling me closer to her. I feel myself spurting from within. Fires that flame and erupt like volcanos that pour and run. She is the goddess of my fire. I am engulfed by her beauty. I roar. I am free within this fire. As it consumes me, so it delivers me. As it lifts me, so it soars with me. And as I soar I know I belong to her, to this womyn I have waited for. She lays her head against the pillow and marvels about the decor. All I can see is her face and the way she smiles at me. All I can taste is who she offers to me.

I come and kneel between her legs on the bed. She hoists herself up against the headboard, watching me and playfully pulling away. I hold her down with my hands placed firmly on her thighs. Her jeans tight against them. Her shirt half way nudged up, revealing her exposed navel. I bend and push my tongue into its center. She laughs and I know again I am hers. I pull my shirt off, exposing me further, then tear at my shorts, barely unhooking them, but the urgency is there. I watch as she smiles and suddenly blushes. I have sensed that innocence before in the late hours of online hushed words. Now she is here with me and I see her naivete. I stand naked before her. Her fingers tracing the outline of my body, my fur breezing in the Caribbean wind. I lean in and kiss her again, this time my lips brushing hers, lightly at first, then pressing harder as we come fully together. My hands unbutton her sweater till she is naked against my chest. Our breaths timed simultaneously, our skin flamed with each breath. I slip a finger inside of her shorts, tugging at the elastic band. Tugging at time. Tugging at my heart. Pulling the fabric from her. A gasp escapes her perfect mouth. I am open to receive that what she offers to me. That which I have longed for. That which is mine to keep..she says so. In those few words comes a trust. Undeniably truth. And mine to keep.

Now we lay close. Our fur rubbing the others. Our skin touching chills that run the length of want. Chills that excite and blend, mingled with lust and love. Is there any difference when you lay so close to perfection? When you slip so deep into heaven. I feel her as she moves inside. I touch her as she dives into me. She feels me as I plunge into the dream, now more than 3D, now more than time. Our lips pressed, the aromatics of that volcanic rush. That marvelous wet that seeps and runs, that rains and delivers. That electric way it pulses inside of me, inside of her. Whatever hesitancy I felt before, whatever ambivalence...it was all gone now, gone in the breeze of a sudden kiss. Gone in the embrace of my lover. And time, well that is fleeting, but I care not to note it at all anymore. It is not significant when one is reborn in her arms.

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Rachel

I had rented a nice little house right on the campus of Florence Doolittle College for Women when I got the job as a custodian. My neighbors were mostly new faculty members and graduate students. The complex was more like an exclusive village than a housing project and usually bustled with interesting folks to chat with. Usually. But the college was on spring break this week, and the village was stricken with peace.

The only exciting thing happening in the complex was watching the new neighbor empty her U-Haul. I had met Rachel the previous evening when she first drove up. She was a new phys ed teacher at Florence Doolittle and looked like she practiced what she taught. Rachel was a lovely brunette who had won several bodybuilding competitions. A startlingly beautiful face, tall, gracefully proportioned with a body she had shaped and refined to feminine perfection, there was nothing grotesque about her anywhere. Here was Woman, Woman at her best. An exquisite warrior goddess from Olympus was she, and I had blushed and averted my eyes as we chatted in her driveway.

I watched her toss boxes and equipment around like feathers, her powerful young body sweating and flexing and collecting dirt. I realized after a while that I was awfully busy going back and forth to the window and doing nothing else. I felt silly, but I couldn't seem to stop watching her. Her tanktop soaked with perspiration, her rippling stomach, long legs that could crush a skull, her white shorts contrasting with her tanned, fabulous body and legs . . . and smudges of dirt . . . dirty legs . . . the clean dirt of physical exertion . . . she was dirty without being nasty, a beautiful woman . . . strong . . . dirty . . ..

She hoisted a box onto her shoulder and carried it into the house. My denial system straining under persistent libidinous sensations that seemed to originate in my throat and breasts and radiate downward, I watched and waited for her to come out again. I craned my neck and widened my eyes as though by heightened vigilance I could hasten her return. Is there a force in Nature more impatient, more insistent, more preoccupying, more compelling of behavior than a woman's lust? It gives only gentle hints at first, mildly distracting impulses one can enjoy briefly and then ignore if inconvenient. Even its progression to benevolent prompting still leaves a woman the option of moving on to deliberate sensuality or returning gracefully to a more nearly neutral state of mind and body. But sometimes . . . oh, yes, sometimes . . . sometimes it conscripts a woman into a cathexis of relentless and irresistible longing.

Somewhere between stages two and three in the course lust takes, well beyond easy return but not altogether over the edge, I decided a neighborly thing to do would be to see if I could help Rachel out in any way. Turned out there was.

She was moving boxes of books from the living room into her den. I reached for a box and lifted. It didn't move. I tried another. It didn't move either. I scooted boxes from room to room while Rachel picked up boxes and carried them. We chatted as we worked, about bodybuilding and food preparation, teaching and janitoring, of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings, of why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings. She went about her task with not the slightest sign of tiring, padding to and fro in bare feet and unaware of how her calf muscles flexed and the way her thighs moved.

Then came the moment. I leaned over a banana box full of books to rest at the precise moment Rachel, her back to me, bent over to pick a rag up from the floor without bending her knees. Advancing to the precipice of Stage 3 lust, I swooned audibly and dropped my head down to keep from passing out. "Here," she said, misinterpreting my moan, "don't hurt yourself on that box. Let me get it." I raised my head. Tanned, beautiful, well-developed legs approached my crossing eyes. She stood astride the other end of the long box to pick it up. I couldn't move. Those legs. Those legs were in leaning distance. I crossed the threshold into Stage 3 with a pitiable little whine and leaned forward. My open mouth went into the indentation beside her kneecap, and I lost all sense of decorum in my abject surrender to arrant lust. I rubbed my face down to her calf and halfway up on her inner thigh, mindless concupiscence banishing prudence and caution. The feel of it, the taste of her, the salt and sweat and dirt from the flesh of her gorgeous leg took from me any semblance of dignity and enslaved me inescapably in a worship service of pure salaciousness that blotted out all awareness beyond Rachel.

"Well, well," she said. "Look what we have here." I looked up at her, mortified and bewildered at what I had done, wishing I could become invisible and unable to believe it had actually happened. My visage distorted itself into a tormented plea for forgiveness, but neither words nor magic could dispel the deed. "Do it again," she said, towering above me and accepting with seeming ease this bizarre scene beyond my credulity. "Do it again," she said more sternly.

A trembling moan escaped my throat, and I succumbed once more to the perversity I could no more fathom than resist. I slid my face and open mouth over every inch of leg I could reach until my unfaithful arms betrayed me and I collapsed across the box between her legs. Rachel stepped back and stood in front of me. She modelled her legs near my face. Bodybuilder poses, I guess. I was able to twist my head up far enough to peer into the crotch of her shorts just above face level and now out of range. I eased myself off the box and sat like a dog looking up at her. She was studying me now, curiosity momentarily displacing erotic recreation. I waited to see where she wanted to go with this. Had her playful sprite caught her offguard and made her frolic impulsively? Had her good and decent sense now restored her to adulthood, that wet-blanket condition wherein reason spurns childlike spontaneity and assesses consequences?

"You're a masochist, aren't you? And a lesbian."

Right out loud! She said the words right out loud! I had learned them as a child in my search for validation through language. I sometimes sat and stared at them in the dictionary as though at holy writ. I had a label, an identity I could whisper to myself. And now my code words had been pronounced aloud by a gorgeous educator.

I could barely hear myself when I answered: "Yes . . . masochist . . . lesbian . . .."

"My goodness sakes, I am a lucky woman!" she said brightly. She moved to me and looked down at me. I bowed my head. In a moment, I felt her hand in my hair, tugging slightly, more like a signal than an attempt to inflict pain. Her movement told me what to do, and I crawled behind her as she led me by my hair leash into a back room full of boxes and trash.

"Do you like my dirty legs?" She certainly picked up fast on things, I'll say that for her, and she didn't seem to need much warm-up time before entering what had to be a strange situation for her. Her legs were twin towers of power above me. I drooled at the sight. Rachel's words made my pussy hiccup. Secret words my innermost self spoke in whispers were being said in a normal voice as though this were an ordinary colloquy. God, I love normal women.

"Talk, Wilma. Say my name and answer me." "Rachel. Yes, Rachel. Dirty legs. Your beautiful dirty legs." "Clean them. If you do a good job, maybe I'll take my shorts off." What we were doing in that back room full of boxes and trash was exquisitely humiliating and dirty. Two young women in a dirty back room full of trash. Dirty. One woman dominant over the other. A merely pretty woman kneeling to a warrior goddess, submissive to her, doing dirty things, things she would be ashamed of if anybody knew. "Lick my legs clean, Wilma."

I didn't quite finish before Rachel could put off no longer her need for sexual release. I watched in eager fascination as she removed her shirt and her shorts. She vamped and did bodybuilder poses for a while, but she was too heated up to continue for very long. She moved gracefully into my face. "Suck me," she breathed. Images of my high school coach dashed through my mind. The past gentled and repeated itself, more sensually than the last time I had been fucked in the mouth by a coach. Rachel's pussy was soft and salty like Coach Wanda's was, but Rachel didn't pound me as Wanda Woman had. My lips would not be blue afterward. I relaxed and stop anticipating the slamming I had assumed I would get. Gentle but firm undulations allowed me to feel Rachel's powerful legs leisurely and keep my tongue inside her as I sucked at her sex. It was algolagnic Shangri-la. Nothing in my best fantasies could compare with this reality. Rachel McCloud, gorgeous and sensual, pussyfucking my slobbering mouth and getting juicier and juicier between her sweaty, dirty legs. She was pulling on the back of my head with both hands now, and I had found her rhythm. She quivered without losing it when the stirring inside her produced an oozing secretion that leaked into my mouth. It's a distinctive taste, tart from a young woman and pudding-like in consistency. There is nothing else like it in the universe. She secreted in my mouth, slow drippings from her vagina, oozing, pulsing. I savored her female exudate and the scene itself. I was drinking womanfuck from inside her precious organs, on my knees to a woman hunching in my face.

She sighed as she released me. I gazed up the length of her fantastic body, the dirt on her stomach smudged and streaked with sweat, to her becalmed face. A bodybuilder not stripped of adipose as they are in competition is a heart-stopping wonder to gaze upon, especially naked and especially from down where I was. "What do we do for you, now," she wondered aloud. "Would you like to suck my ass and masturbate?" I nodded and swooned, dreamy-eyed and sloppy-faced. Rachel McCloud did not do the expected. She did not turn around to let me suck ass. She pushed me down farther beneath her and got on my face. I nudged my way up into her and sucked her asshole with my face in her wet, sticky, dripping female crotch. I popped like a firecracker.

That was my mid morning snack. I went back for a late lunch and she had me suck her off again after she had showered and made herself silky soft and sweet-smelling. That evening, we went out for dinner and then to a movie. She let me feel her leg in the movie, and I even kissed her passionately on the thigh while she looked around to make sure nobody could see us. She made me stop when some folks sat near us, but she didn't pull her dress down, and I sat there dopey with lust ogling her leg like I'd never seen one before.

By the time we got back to her house, I could have hung wall paper. She made me take a shower and get my act together before letting me cuddle up against her on the sofa to watch Casablanca and suck titty. Held in her strong arms, looking up at her lovely face, I nursed like a contented baby and fell irrevocably, devotedly, heart and soul in love with her. She caressed my face as I sucked gently on her breast, and she watched me with a soft tenderness reserved by a good heaven for saintly mothers. She kissed my forehead and my eyes. Tilting my face up to hers, she kissed me on the lips lovingly and sweetly. My body tingled with inexpressible sensations as the kiss deepened. Our mouths chewed and our tongues wallowed. Our saliva commingled and our beings communed with each other. We were profoundly and spiritually bonded at some ageless depth beyond time and space, a mythopoeic union of female souls destined by feminine forces in eternity past to meld one with the other.

Rachel had no trouble whatsoever standing to her feet with me in her strong arms. I cuddled against her and caressed her biceps as she carried me to the bedroom. She was a beautiful warrior woman carrying her lovedoll to a chamber of lust, there to pleasure herself on a maiden aswoon in concupiscible surrender to her. Enraptured by her consummate domination and by her physical prowess, my very selfhood unreservedly dedicated in its subordination to her desires, I was unable to do else but relinquish my will to hers and provide my body for her use. She was Athena, she was Venus, she was Woman!

She laid me on the bed and got on top of me, the weight of her nakedness pressing me beneath her perfect female body. We locked ourselves together in the matchless embrace of tribady, naked woman to naked woman, flesh to flesh, warrior goddess to submissive mortal. Our mouths chewed sensuously, and our bodies communed with each other in supernal synchrony. I felt her with my hands and with my arms, I caressed her with my legs and with my feet, I embraced her with my body and with my spirit. Her powerful back, her muscular arms, her weight, her strong legs, her breasts and stomach rubbing on mine, her belly sliding on my belly, Rachel moving on Wilma . . .. She brought me to the brink of dementia before shifting on top of me and pushing her taut thigh between my legs. I gasped and screamed immediately in ecstatic release under her. She saw me through my orgasm and, at my urging, crawled up my trembling body and straddled my face. My orgasm renewed itself as she settled into my mouth. She reached back and grabbed me and brought me a second time through the peaks and valleys of glorious delirium, fucking my mouth all the while and pressing those wondrous legs against my face. When, finally, I twitched no more and could be relied upon to service her without interruption, she took my face and head in her powerful hands and fucked me in my mouth with deliberation and singularity of purpose. I listened to her little gasps and grunts and moans and found the pulse of her lewd hunching. I sensed the stirring deep within her and tasted the teasing first drool of her vagina, that exciting harbinger of full deliverance when Bartholin's bath is the only balm appeasing the relentless imps and sprites driving the female genitalia toward madness. Perhaps because it was her third in twelve hours, her orgasm gave her brain leave to enjoy the experience, and she held me tight as she secreted in my mouth and vibrated to fulfillment. She slumped over me until her quivering and jerking subsided, then unsaddled my face and stretched out beside me. We gazed into each other's eyes with appreciation and gratitude until at last sleep settled peacefully upon us, two women who had loved each other in one day with an intensity the short hours could not measure.

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Catering to her needs

My only daughter was getting married in just three hours. My husband and I are delighted that she chose to marry at home in a small but dignified ceremony. My bath behind me, my husband and daughter sneaking naps, I came downstairs in only a dressing gown to survey the completed preparations. Everything looked beautiful and in order.

I thought I heard a sound in our walk-in pantry just off the kitchen and went to investigate.
The young caterer that we hired was putting away a few of the supplies she would need later when serving. When I say young, I mean 27 years old and running her own business. I'm a firm believer of supporting small businesses operated by women. I,myself, was one of them. This young woman, on top of being well-spoken of by clients, was stunningly beautiful. She had milk white skin, thick, curly red-orange curls to her shoulders, and naturally full red lips.

She was wearing the uniform of her staff-black tuxedo pants with suspenders, and snow white long-sleeved shirt. In that man's attire, it was still easy to make out her womanly curves. "I heard a noise," I said as I approached her. "I'm sorry, Mrs. St. John. I thought you went upstairs." She smiled. "I'm just down for a last look around before I start dressing. Everything is beautiful, by the way. "I'm all done for the moment, ma'am. Are you okay? You look a little tense. I give great messages. Sit down here," she said pulling out a chair.

"Well... "It's okay, Mrs. St. John. I'm very good at this. I'll have you purring in no time," she said easing me down. She stood behind rubbing the tension from my shoulders and neck. It felt wonderful. My head dropped back touching her belt. She kept rubbing until I realized her hands had slipped into my robe and were messaging my breasts.

"Shhh," she said quietly. "I'm very good at this, too. By the way, I saw your daughter this morning. She is gorgeous. She is so much like you, the two of you could be sisters," she crooned as she rubbed my globes and squeezed my nipples.

My pussy was beginning to get a little juicy as I realized what this could lead to. Did I really want it? "How are you feeling, Mrs. St. John? Better? Are you becoming excited? Do you like what I'm doing? I can do much more. Would you like me to? "Well, Laurel, I am a little turned on, but I've never...you know. And time is important here. You'll have to be good and quick." She walked from the back of my chair and got down on her knees before me.

Taking my head and pulling it forward to her, she kissed me like I had never been kissed in my entire life. There was erect tongue everywhere, filling my mouth, pushing for more space, lips pulling and releasing lips, teeth bumping, saliva dripping. She pulled the sash and parted my gown. She sucked each of my breasts as she spread my legs. I was wet, hot and ready when her lips found me.

Laurel sucked on my clit until I released. She was definitely good at this. She then expertly fucked my pussy with her tongue. I muffled a scream with one fist while holding on to her hair with the other. My tension was further relieved with the two orgasms. The wedding ceremony went off beautifully. My pussy tingled as I watched Laurel as she served and I mingled among my guests. I was chatting with my brother and his wife when she came up behind me and whispered in my ear.

"I need you in the pantry ma'am. Now, please. " I excused my self and followed her to see what the problem was. She eased the door shut, put her hand under my dress, inside my pantyhose and cupped my pussy. I was on fire with her touch. "You are so beautiful out there. I'm so hungry again, Mrs. St. John," she said directly into my eyes. "I need your pussy in my mouth right now."

I wanted it as much as she did. I pulled my dress up as she lowered my pantyhose. The doorknob pressed in my back as Laurel took my pussy again. I simply loved the sight of that red hair between my legs. Cumming again was very easy and very exquisite. Laurel sucked me until she was sated, cleaning the juice from me. She eased by hose back up, kissing on the journey up. I straightened my dress as I watched her shake out her curls and lick her lips. Not wanting to disturb the lipstick of the mother of the bride, Laurel pulled the top of my dress to one side, took a breast from by push-up bra and feasted on it.

I went back to our guests with a well-eaten pussy, a throbbing breast and a great big smile. I will definitely use this girl for my next social function. "If you want do anything worthwhile today, 'do it' with a woman."

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