Working Out

Afterwards I couldn't remember what I had been thinking about. Losing concentration , not looking where my Nike feet were pounding the park grassland, my foot slipped and I fell heavily, twisting my ankle.

I had started running in the local park, in the early morning. Why, I couldn't have said. I wasn't a fitness freak. After the first few weeks my body seemed to need the exercise and I continued, five kilometres a day and sometimes, without necessarily making a conscious decision, running a second round of the park.

That morning, as I struggled to drag breath into my winded body, by turns clutching my ankle and rubbing at the grass burn on my leg, tears welled in my eyes. Tears of frustration rather than reaction to the pain. Falling down on an open grassy slope without an obstacle in sight, somehow seemed consistent at that time with the direction of my life. I didn't know what I wanted; who I was. Increasingly, I felt cut off from friends and family.

A slight built women, mature aged, hurried over from the pathway that bisected the park. I recognised her immediately although we had never meet. She lived in the end house, across the park from my parents home.

"Can I give you a hand? I saw you fall; can you get up?" "I'll be alright, I...." I cried out, as I tied to put weight on my foot.

Margaret Passmor was her name. Something of a mystery in the neighbourhood, or so I heard my mother say in conversation with a neighbour. She stopped a man walking his dog, and between them they supported me to Margaret's house. "I'll drive you home, rather than have you hobble across the park".

I explained that I was on my own for the weekend and Margaret suggested I stay, bath my ankle and later, she would drive me home.

Despite my ankle and feeling foolish, I was also curious. I had often passed the house which was small but attractive with pointed brick- work and ivy, laced around bay windows fronting the street. Once or twice, I had heard orchestral music coming from the house and on one occasion, a man and woman in evening dress, bidding their host goodnight.

"Best we bath your ankle and then see about ointment and a wrapping." "That's you.! "

We were in the hall. Margaret with her arm around me, having bid our other helper goodbye. The photograph that caught my attention, was a large grainy print, in a silver frame. The ballerina was caught in mid flight, by a band of light from an open window, and at first I had not recognised the face turned partially away from the camera.

"It was a long time ago".

Margaret helped me into a bathroom. With some difficulty, I managed to sit on the end of the bath with my feet in the bath. With warm water running, Margaret left and returned with a jumper. I realised I was quite cold. While running, I wore brief nylon running shorts and on top, a cotton tee shirt; no bra. I was aware my nipples had hardened with the cold. My breasts were small; " titless ", I had heard one of Brian's friend's say. Of the things I disliked about myself , I disliked my breasts the most. I was sixteen and it seemed as though ever other girl, certainly everyone at school, had bigger breasts. The bulky jersey warmed me and I rubbed my hands up and down my arms.

"I'll bath your foot until there is enough water to cover your feet. Tell me if I hurt you"

Margaret knelt beside the bath and using a washer began to gently bath my ankle.

Margaret asked questions about my parents and school. Now with the warm water and Margaret's gentle washing , my ankle throbbed in a rhythmic way and I closed my eyes paying attention to the beat.

I was suddenly aware the Margaret was no longer speaking or bathing my foot. My flimsy shorts had been pulled tight between my legs as my body weight was pushed forward by the inclined slope of the bath. Looking down between my legs, I saw two fine blond pubic hairs, having escaped the restraint of the panties under my shorts, were now visible, curled against my inner thigh. Simultaneously, as I registered the hair I was aware of Margaret's gaze, focused between my legs. She turned her head and looked at me. Briefly, and so quickly did the moment pass, I wasn't sure afterwards exactly what I had seen in her eyes; vulnerability, longing?. I was shocked without knowing why. There was something about Margaret's eyes, about that look, something it reminded me of.

Then Margaret was bustling. Dressing my ankle, chatting, supporting my awkward movement to a chair in a sunroom, mothering with a cup of tea and blanket tucked about me. From the depths of a cupboard, a walking stick was found. She left me. The sun filtered between large leafy plants. On the wall an abstract oil painting hung. I decided before drifting into sleep, it was a landscape configured with breasts, shoulders and flanks of tonal land-forms.

When I awoke, I did so suddenly. As though jolted awake. I remembered clearly; the expression in Margaret's eyes reminded me of Marnie. That look. What was it ?. The same hazel eyes, the same look; definitely longing and Marnie crying and my, ... my confusion and, later, thinking about it, my longing?

I had been kept back by the sports teacher and the change rooms were deserted. Normally, I hurried to change and shower, uncomfortable with the noise and casual comraderie of the other girls. That day I dawdled, enjoying being on my own. I stayed under the shower, mindful of the warmth. The water beat against my breasts, coursing in rivulets, arcing over the rise of flesh.. My nipples wept tears; the puckered pink crests like tightly shut babies eyes. My breasts were small but firm. Marbled I thought, because I have very fair skin and it is possible to see lightly etched veins like tracery in marble.. Holding my breasts I formed a catchment so that each nipple nuzzled a pool of warm water damned by my hands. I liked the flare of my hips, angled from my narrow waist. The fuzz between my legs, was splayed and flattened like long grass after a storm. Turning my back to the shower, moving forward a step and bending at the waist, caused a stream of water to seek passage over my bottom. A small stream like a lovers' tongue, curious and insistent found my sex before surrendering to gravity. Clenching my bottom, hands on hips and thrusting my pelvis at the flow of the shower, a slow warmth was starting to radiate between my legs. Languidly, my hand sort the mound of my sex. I thought of Brian and how he had wanted to touch me; how eventually, almost petulantly because I didn't want his hands on my body, he had guided my hand to his groin. I could feel the urgent hardness of him. At the same time a feeling of panic, of wanting to be anywhere but labouring and sweaty in the confines of the car.

The cooling water reminded me of the need to change and catch up with the routine of the day. Turning off the taps with eyes muffled in a towel, I stepped from the shower. Marnie stood there, looking at me.

I called out her name, not in greeting but shocked that anybody had been observing me. Marnie looked strangely at me, wide eyed and staring. Her hand was reaching as though to touch my breast. Then her hand jerked to her mouth, tears spiked her eyes and with a muffled cry, Marnie turned and fled.

For a long time after, usually at night in bed, I replayed the scene in my mind. It was the startled, fearful look in Marnie's eyes I returned to. I came to believe I had seen, in the troubled depths, yearning, perhaps, worship. Always the rememberence ended in fantasy as Marnie's hand touched my breast. Gradually my fantasy developed, taking shape and detailed form. Like colours and shapes liberated by water in a child's paint book, my fantasy enriched within my mind. Marnie's fingers teasing the points of my breasts, her tongue lapping like a cat at the moistness between my thighs.

In reality, Marnie and I never spoke about the incident, remaining as before, distant. Marnie blended anonymously into the school's daily fabric, for no known reason ever an outsider. Not unpopular, simply never accounted. But it was as though she had transferred the longing I had seen in her eyes, to my being. I was obsessed by my feelings. My desires, a confusion of lust, guilt and self doubt, were focused not on Marnie but on the knowledge that I was attracted to women. I joined in with my friends social chatter, using David as a passport, but all the time I had a sense of acting a part and wondering who the real me was.

Aware the sun had transferred its warmth to another window, I realised it must be late afternoon. Perhaps I should go home. Using the walking stick I gained my feet. I could hear music and followed the sound.

The strings from the slow movement of Swan Lake drew me down the hall towards the rear of the house. A partly open door provided a view into a room and a blur of movement accorded with the raised intensity of the music. Margaret was dancing, pirouetting, crouching, leaping and disappearing only to reappear with arms gracefully arched and pointed toes stepping. Her image was caught in a mirror attached to the wall nearest the door . Carefully, I leant against the wall and watched. Margaret was totally absorbed and unaware. There was a fluidity about her movements that was captivating. Her body seemingly weightless, defying nature and describing a smooth progression of changing form. So graceful did she appear, it was as though the walls were the only boundaries, that the elements of space and body were as one flexible medium..

The music reached a climax and Margaret folded with the last note . The silence was immense . Margaret stood and suddenly noticed me.

'Ah you found me,'

'That was wonderful. It was beautiful. You are so good, I've...'

'Oh no, no, once not any more. I'm only working out. I do it most days. It keeps me subtle.' 'I would love to dance like that, I...

And then we both laughed. Aware of how absurd it sounded with my ankle strapped and clutching a walking stick. I also became acutely aware of Margaret's body. She wore a leotard over small panties but no top. Her breasts were clearly visible through the stretched fabric, her nipples prominent. For the second time that day there was a tension between us, electric almost palpable and I could feel my throat tighten with the nervous energy of the moment. I couldn't stop looking at Margaret's breasts, at her slim body , the shadowed area between her legs.

' I,.. I'd better change. Then take you home. '

Normality returned. My uncomfortable stance of leaning on a stick for support and Margaret again, all bustle. I didn't want to go home and when Margaret returned, dressed in a blouse and skirt, I asked if I could stay.

I stayed for a cup of tea, and then for the remainder of the afternoon and then I stayed for dinner. We talked, potted plants under a Jasmine covered arbor, laughed about my ignorance of food and how to cook it. Like two friends with nothing on our minds, not the age difference, not the awkward moments of heightened sensitivity to the other's body, not the carnality which had infused my body as I watched the display of Margaret's dance; two friends with only the mutual enjoyment of each others company.

Dinner was relaxed but serious, as Margaret insisted on describing it. Food, wine are like good friends; a celebration of difference and uniqueness. We prepared and ate small helping of chicken and fish. Leafy salads most of which were picked from the garden. Crystal glasses. Margaret talked of the wine and its relationship to the food. We also laughed a lot. Often at my expense, because I new so little.

After dinner , we sat on the deep leather settee in the lounge, watching Dahgiliv's Berlin Swan Lake, on video. After the first movement, trying to ease the pressure on my ankle, Margaret suggested I use the length of the settee to support my legs. She put her arm around my shoulders and I lay with my head in her lap. Margaret whispered to me, identifying significant moments in the plot or technical comment about the dance. Gradually I became absorbed in the story, the beauty and poetry of the dance. As the swan lay dying tears pricked my eyes and slowly eased down my checks.

With the finale my tears turned to sobs. Margaret made soothing noises, patting my shoulder and then stroking my hair. 'Silly one don't cry.'......... life ends but the dance goes on.' 'That is what the swan learnt.' ' Poor one, there.......

Even as I cried with the abandon of a child, my face buried in Margaret's lap, I knew my tears were more about me, about an unaccountable sense of loss. Gradually my sobbing ebbed to a whimper, my shoulders relaxed coxed by Margaret's comforting hands. A contented stillness claimed me. Margaret's hand played a light rhythmic movement around the contours of my face and neck. I closed my eyes to increase the stillness. How long we lay like that I'm not sure. The sense of Margaret's body gradually claimed my attention, dragging my mind through the surface of self absorption; the teary dampness of her lap, the half moon curve of her breasts. I trapped Margaret's hand and touched my lips to her fingers; an act of gratitude, I wanted to express the tenderness I felt.

Margaret lent forward and lightly, unhurriedly, touched her lips to my neck; with deliberation she brought her lips to my ear and finally, slowly, with silent concentration, touched my lips.

I have no memory of that first kiss, only that it happened. No taste, no feel, no sensory definition; my body reduced to a sharply drawn breath. Then inarticulate sounds whimpered from my throat as the pressure of Margaret's mouth imposed a rising warmth. The volume and weight of her body supporting the need I felt to graft to her, fitting substance to the impression, wanting more, wanting to be absorbed.

I kissed Margaret's fingers and placed her hand on my breast. I lay with my head in Margaret's lap, reflected in the dark centre of her brown eyes. Calmly, I watched as doubt, acceptance and desire flickered and flamed. First her fingers and then her hand, began a slow soft dance on my breasts.

Our love making that night was awkward; in turn comicly painful because of my injured ankle and desperate, because of my inexperience. At the end, I raised my hips, thrusting, demanding, pleading and finally, I reached that point when self is annihilated by sensation, when existence is fused to a point of savage intensity.

In the newness of early morning, I lay awake taking pleasure in the nearness of Margaret's sleeping body. Enjoying a sense of belonging. Warming my body and my mind. It was working out.

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Dianne

Hello. I'm a 26 year old young lady and have recently had a series of experiences which have changed my life. I would like to share these with you, but first, some background. I'm blonde, 5'5" and, while I've always been a stocky girl, I have quite a shapely figure. I was raised and went to college in a small town in the mid-west where I also got my first job. A few months ago, however, I decided it was time for a change. So, I moved to the San Francisco bay area where I found an excellent job. That's where this adventure begins.

One reason I was so happy to get this particular job was that my new manager would be the woman who interviewed me, a highly competent, professional, and impressive woman named Tracy. During my first days on the job, I was somewhat in awe of Tracy's technical expertise and the manner in which she handled her fellow employees both subordinates and superiors. In the begin- ning, I was almost shocked at her tendency to openly chastise upper level managers, some of whom are founders of the company, for errors in judgment. Later, I discovered that she is highly respected by those same managers because she is not afraid to vocalize her opinions -- especially since those opinions so frequently turn out to be correct.

Tracy is a tall 29 year old dark haired beauty originally from the bay area. While she is much more extroverted than I, we found we had much in common, and over the course of our first few weeks working together, we became good friends. We even went to several happy-hours together and attended a couple of small parties. I must admit, however, that before long I found myself growing envious of Tracy's talents both at work and on those occasions when we met informally.

One Tuesday, Tracy invited me to go to her athletic club the next day for a game of racquetball during lunch hour. Since I had played racquetball regularly in college, I jumped at the opportu- nity. I was anxious to meet Tracy in a forum where I could provide some stiff competition since I was beginning to feel increasingly overshadowed by her professionally and socially. When we arrived at the court, we hit the ball around a little to get warmed up. While doing so, I definitely got the impression that I had the advantage where racquetball was concerned. Before we began our first game, Tracy said, "Tell ya' what. Just to make this a little more exciting, why don't we make a little wager. Let's say the loser has to give the winner a pedicure." I thought these stakes were a little odd, but since my confidence was running high, I agreed.

Well, my confidence was running even higher after winning the first game. Tracy had put up a tough fight, but I still managed to better her by five points. In the second game, though, it was a different story. Tracy played with a determination like I had never seen before. It was primarily this which allowed her to steal victory. When the tie-breaker began, I realized that if I were going to make good on my effort to prove to myself that there was something I could beat Tracy in, I had better get myself going. I played the third game so hard, I thought I might pass out from the exertion, but once again Tracy found the energy to overcome me through shear willpower. On the way off the court, Tracy slapped me lightly on the rear and said "Good game, but to the victor goes the spoils. See you at my place tonight at 7:00." I had practically forgotten about the bet, but I guess we had a deal, so I knew I would be there.

That evening when I got to Tracy's house, she was sitting around in a short black skirt and loose tee shirt watching television. I joined her in a few drinks and we chatted for a while before she suggested that I get started with my "duties." She left for a minute and returned with a bowl filled with warm water, a nail kit, and some hot pink nail polish. She leaned back and propped her feet up on a footstool, telling me to remove her shoes and begin by washing her feet in the water. As I knelt at her feet, I realized that this was going to be more of a production than I had bargained for.

I slipped off Tracy's shoes, carefully washed her feet, removed the cuticles, and clipped and filed her toenails. We talked a little while I worked and occasionally she would issue instruc- tions or ask me to get her a drink. I didn't know that hand-maid duties were part of the deal, but rather than seem petty (and since she is my boss), I fixed her and I both drinks while admin- istering the pedicure. As I began to polish the toenails on her right foot, she lifted her left foot to rest it on my shoulder. When she did this, I glanced up at her with a curious expression at which point I accidentally noticed that she was wearing the skimpiest lace panties I had ever seen. I must have blushed instantly because as my eyes continued up to her face, she smiled demurely and simply pointed me back down to her feet. I have never been attracted to someone of the same sex before, but I actually found myself becoming slightly aroused.

There were many confused and conflicting thoughts racing through my head as I continued to polish Tracy's toenails. Between coats (she required three), Tracy would put her feet together and wiggle her toes as I would lean close to them and blow gently to speed the drying process. When I continued painting again, she also continued resting one foot on my shoulder. Sometimes this foot would brush against the side of my face or my hair would get caught between her toes. I'm not sure if this was accidental or not, but it certainly wasn't helping me to sort through all the distressing thoughts that were going through my mind. My palms began to feel cold and a little sweaty and my voice was trembling somewhat, but if Tracy noticed this at all, she ignored it. Once in awhile when I would glance up to speak with her, I was shocked to catch myself stealing glimpses of her panties. Finally though, I managed to finish her pedicure. When I was done, she held her toes right in front of my mouth and said, "So, what do you think?" For some unfathomable reason, I had an overwhelming urge to bow down and smother her feet with my kisses. I was barely able to suppress this insane desire as I stammered "They're beautiful." I got up and hastily said my good-byes hoping to get out before making a complete fool of myself. On my way out, Tracy smiled, patted me on the head and thanked me saying, "You do good work. I'll be looking forward to next time."

Needless to say, the next day I felt pretty silly at having gotten so worked up over such a meaningless episode. I was too embarrassed to mention it to Tracy, and since she didn't bring it up, I tried to forget about it. I couldn't help noticing, howev- er, that she wore a pair of sexy black open-toed high heels without stockings which showed off her new pedicure quite well.

Over the next couple of weeks, things at the office went pretty normally though I was never was able to completely put my visit to Tracy's out of my mind. Several times during this period, I had occasion to be in Tracy's office to talk about a product plan I was developing. Twice she came around to sit on the front edge of her desk and I caught myself attempting to discreetly peek up her skirt to see if she was wearing those same lace panties. I managed to discover that she also had a red and a black pair just like the ones I had found so enchanting during my visit. I was deeply concerned about these strange thoughts and tendencies that were still churning through my head, but my only defense was to try unsuccessfully to ignore them.

Then, one day after I had given my report to Tracy to be re- viewed, I was in the vice president's office. He happened to ask me how I liked working for Tracy, and when I replied positively, he mentioned how he felt she had virtually unlimited potential with the company. He went on to cite several of her strong points, and as an example, handed me a report she had given him earlier that day. After I read the first page of the report, I nearly fainted. It was my report with Tracy's name on it! I was too mortified to speak. I was barely able to contain myself long enough to finish our conversation and rush back to my office. While in my office, I calmed down enough to think the situation over, and decided to confront Tracy directly with my anger.

I marched into Tracy's office ready for blood. I told her in no uncertain terms what I thought of her actions and asked her if she had any explanation. She sat me down on the chair in front of her desk and paced shortly back and forth in front of me as she said, "Dianne, you know you're a extremely talented young lady. You've got all the capabilities necessary to become a successful employee here or at any other firm. You must admit, though, that you don't possess the qualities required to become a president or vice president of the company. While your technical abilities are excellent, you lack the complex traits which make someone a good leader as well as the determination that creates opportunities. With the proper management, however, you can certainly make some significant achievements. I like to think of you as a thoroughbred racehorse. You've got what it takes to win the race, but you need the right jockey to spur you into the winner's circle. You've been with this company long enough to realize that I'm that jockey. I'm headed for the top of this corporation with you or not, but, if we help each other, it will be much easier for both of us. Sure, there will be times like now when you might think you feel the sting of my whip, but remember, in the long run, it'll be best for both of us."

I wanted so badly to maintain my anger with Tracy, to really stand up to her for having wronged me, but it was difficult. I had to confess that she had several good points. It did appear that she was headed for professional success even before I got to the company and she probably would be whether I was there or not. While I had not actually admitted it to myself, Tracy was also right in saying that I was not aggressive enough to ever achieve an upper-level management position. And even though I wasn't sure I appreciated her racehorse analogy, I found myself becoming slightly aroused at the mental picture it invoked as she lectured and paraded in front of me. Again I found myself alone with Tracy and flooded by a quickly rising tide of mixed emotions.

As the wave of emotions built up inside me, tears began to well up in my eyes. Tracy continued, "It's painfully obvious that the business world is still male dominated. As women, it's our responsibility to stick together and insure that we each do the best we can. Think of us as sled dogs pulling in a race. I'm the lead dog, and you're my number two. I decide our course, take all the risks, and pull my fair share, but the sled's not going anywhere without your help. You have to learn to keep pulling no matter where I lead us. Once in awhile, it may seem to you as though I've made a wrong turn, but I promise you I'll get us to the finish line in good shape." Then, with a mischie- vous smile, she added, "the only thing you have to get used to is that as number two dog, no matter how hard you pull, you'll always have my butt staring you right in the face." At this point in her conversation, Tracy stopped pacing right in front of me and turned so that her behind was immediately before me. I didn't say anything, but the tears began to slowly trickle down my cheeks. Tracy started again much more softly, "But that shouldn't be such a difficult thing to get accustomed to." She reached behind her and raised the bottom of her skirt, uncovering the lower half of her pantied buttocks. "Don't you agree?" she asked teasingly.

During Tracy's speech, I had been gradually coming under her power. She had made many good points, and where her arguments left off, my growing lust for her took over. I couldn't take the surge of emotions any longer. I suddenly decided to give in on my complaint and my competitiveness and to surrender to my newly found passions for this beautiful and commanding woman. She was wearing those irresistible white lace panties again. As I made up my mind, the tears began to flow more freely, but now they were actually tears of relief that I could end my ridiculous and futile resistance to this great woman's control.

I slid off my seat and onto my knees, burying my nose into the crevice of those incredible lace panties and the gorgeous white mounds hidden beneath. I pressed my face into Tracy's butt, rubbing my nose up and down in between her cheeks under the pretense of wiping my tears on her panties. Tracy leaned forward slightly, pulled her skirt up a little more and spread her legs a few more inches give me better access. She reached back and placed her hand gently on the back of my head saying, "There, there. Go ahead and wipe those tears. You'll feel fine in just a moment now that you've come to terms with your proper position in life."

She was right, of course. The delicate, unfamiliar mixture of aromas from Tracy's perfumed skin, the soft tantalizing scent of her anus, and the increasing bouquet of her womanly juices were quickly combining to make me forget everything but my desire to satisfy this magnificent creature. I couldn't resist reaching forward with my hands and holding her buttocks close as I shut my eyes and massaged her entire bottom with my face.

Tracy removed her hand from my head and pulled her underwear down to her thighs rewarding me with the most wonderful sight of her lovely, smooth, round cheeks held up by strong, soft, tanned thighs, meeting in the middle to form a mysterious, sexy, dark valley. I had never even kissed a woman before, but I eagerly wet my lips and began to press them gently, slowly, and carefully to her perfect buttocks. After each kiss, I licked my lips greedily in an attempt to savor every taste and in hope creating an even more pleasurable experience for Tracy with the next one. Using my tongue, I began to reverently caress her exquisite white mounds starting from the outside of her right cheek and licking from the top of her thigh to just below her waistline. As I made my way inward I adored the tiny blonde hairs on her butt which stood up briefly as my tongue glided past, then laid back down under the weight of the moisture that was left behind. Before I reached the meeting point of her cheeks, I moved to her left side to continue my tender tonguing of Tracy's bottom. After I neared her crack from this side, I leaned back a little to admire the priceless work of art before me and to quickly consider exactly how far I should carry this procedure.

Before I could decide for myself, however, Tracy reached back with her hands placing one on each side of her cheeks. She spread them to reveal the downward curving path which led from between her buttocks to the circle of light brown skin which surrounded the small mound of her moist, glistening pink anus. Without having said anything, it was clear what Tracy expected, so there was no hesitation as I leaned forward to fulfill her wishes. This time, I let my tongue begin at the top, above where the heavenly path between her cheeks began. I lowered my head, dragging my tongue along the inside most portion of Tracy's left cheek, barely snaking it along the darker skin beside her anus, stopping when my tongue reached the fold of skin between her thigh and the side of her labia and my nose was adjacent to her pink rose-like sphincter. Keeping my nose against her body, I slid it gradually back up to her waist while cleaning my tongue inside my mouth. I was almost driven into a sexual frenzy at the taste of the warm, salty mixture of perspiration and womanly fluids, and the hint of the more satisfying sensations which were to come. I repeated this devotion on the inside of the right cheek, this time paying more attention to the swells of erotic stimuli flooding my senses. Again I raised my nose up through the valley of those incomparable white mounds while relishing the tastes that entered my mouth.

Finally, I stuck my tongue in the middle of Tracy's crack, once more starting from the top. I lowered my head even more slowly than before, but this time stopped just as my tongue reached the warm dark skin surrounding her anus. My nose lingered in place as I pulled my tongue in to clean it once more before reaching my goal.

While I did this, Tracy playfully swayed her butt slightly from side to side, causing her cheeks to brush against my face until they until they bumped my nose. Taking this as a sign that Tracy was anxious for me to continue, I lowered my nose a little more and began to run the pointed tip of my tongue firmly in circles around the dark rim of her rectum. I quickly pulled my tongue back in for another swallow and this time extended it as flat and long as I could. Starting from the bottom of her crack, I licked a wide trail right across Tracy's pink, flowering anus. Tracy sighed with a long "Mmmmmmmm" as I continued to lap hungrily against her puckered hole, losing myself in its unusual, deli- cious flavor. My lips encircled her anus as I extended my tongue straight and hard toward her anal muscle. Despite my efforts, her sphincter was too tight for my tongue to truly penetrate, although Tracy did flex her anus allowing me to feel as though we were engaged in a kinky, passionate French kiss.

We went on like this for several minutes while I pretended as though I was "making out" with Tracy's butt hole. I kissed, licked and sucked with more affection than I ever had felt be- fore. Tracy began to move her butt around pressing back against my tongue, grinding her anus across my nose, and pushing her cheeks together, squeezing my face between them. Frequently she would release another breathless "mmmmmmm, ohhhhhhhhh" which encouraged me to continue my services with even greater enthusi- asm. Sometimes, her now very wet vagina and inner thighs would rub against my chin, coating my face with a combination of her sweet juices, my own saliva, and the savory moisture around her anus.

Suddenly, Tracy straightened up, and said simply, "Pull my pan- ties back up." Naturally, I obeyed. Tracy lowered her skirt and turned to look down at me on my knees before her. I realized that I had forgotten we were in her office, still at work. I was slightly embarrassed by this recollection and also at the extent to which I had serviced Tracy's buttocks. I tried to hide this by looking down when Tracy turned to face me, but she lifted my chin with her hand, forcing me to gaze up between her breasts into that beautiful, commanding face. "You've progressed very well here today," she said moving her hand to rest it on my head. "But it's already late in the afternoon, and you've had quite an eventful day. You should take rest of the day off to go home and think over what we've accomplished. Then, you will show up at my place at seven o'clock sharp so that I may further instruct you in your responsibilities and you may learn more of what is re- quired to please me both professionally and personally to the best of your ability. Understand?" I nodded timidly. Tracy stared right into my eyes with a haughty triumphant smile as she said, "Now, perform your obeisance and you may leave." Obedient- ly, I bent to the floor, wet my lips, and kissed Tracy's toes at the ends of her shoes. I crawled back one step, then got up and hurried out, wondering what was in store for me later that evening.

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Hot Summer Night

Rachel Fontana fumbled with the two paper bags full of groceries as she tried to unlock the door to her apartment. It had been a hectic day, the likes of which she hadn't seen in a long time. All she wanted to do was have dinner, kick off her shoes and turn up the air conditioner to high. New York City in August was not a fun place to be. Especially in the middle of a heat wave. "Damn." she mumbled as she almost dropped the keys. "Nothing is going right today." The door finally opened and she stumbled inside, just as one of the bags ripped, sending the contents all over the floor. She put the remaining bag on the small breakfast nook of her equally small kitchenette and then went back to pick up the rest. Then it hit her that the apartment was insufferable hot. What was wrong with the air conditioning. Reaching for a can of peas, she noticed the small note that had been slipped under her door. Picking it up she read.

"To all tenants.....A Con Edison transformer blew out over on Houston Street causing a small blackout. Electricity is expected to be restored by 8 PM . Any problems please call me. A. Martinez"

"96 degrees and no air conditioning." Rachel said to herself as she dropped the last of the groceries on the small table. "This day's never going to end. At least it's Friday." With a shrug, the 25 year old proceeded to open some of the windows in her 4th floor apartment to let in the breeze, not that there was any. Without the countering effect of the air conditioner it was definitely too hot. First order of business however had to be a cold shower. After ten hours in these clothes, capped by a twenty minute ride in that inferno they call the subway, even the most expensive outfit began to look like a rag. The layer of sweat under those clothes was beginning to itch. Stepping into the bathroom, Rachel took a good look at herself in the mirror. The heat and humidity had really done a number on her blonde hair. She hated to think what it would look like if she hadn't decided to get it cut short for the summer. Unbuttoning her blouse, she practically had to peel it off. Her bra followed, revealing a firm 34 inch bust covered with small droplets of perspiration.

"You think that if I was going to get this sweaty I'd have least had fun getting that way." she laughed to herself. Truth was that it had been quite some months since Rachel enjoyed that kind of fun. She had broke up with her last boyfriend in June and really hadn't met any one she really liked since. Oh there'd been a few dates here and there, even a few overnight stays. But they were just quick fucks, something to break up the monotony. The last one of them was three weeks ago. "Too bad "Old Herman" isn't here any more." Rachel mused as she finished undressing. "Old Herman" was Herman Kruger. Up to a month ago he'd been the superintendent of the building. He wasn't really that old but it was a name the neighborhood kids had given him. A really nice man, the 61 year old had befriended the young secretary when she'd moved in last year. That friendship had turned into something a little bit more on his birthday last year when she'd given him a blow job as a gift. It was the least she could do after all the favors he'd done for her.

To her surprise, Herman had turned out to be both quite well endowed and potent. Afterwards, she didn't know why she expected him to be otherwise except for the common misconception a lot of younger people have that older people don't have sex. It had been such an enjoyable experience that it began to be repeated at least once a month. Among all the good thing she could say about Herman, the first on her list would be that he was definitely all man. Unlike so many of the men she encountered in her office or in the bars and gym she frequented. In fact, the brown haired girl was thinking of seeing how good a fuck he might be when his birthday came around again. But Herman had died in a car accident early last month, causing her to regret having not acted on her impulse. More than just a sometime lover, Herman had been a friend and she cried long and hard when she heard the news. She'd gone to his wake only to find herself under verbal assault by his widow. A nasty woman who Herman had once mentioned had lost interest in sex twenty years before. Mrs. Kruger had evidently somehow found out about the little gifts to her husband. She'd called Rachel a whore and threatened to make enough of scene that she'd have Rachel thrown out of the building.

As it turned out, it was the widow Kruger that moved out instead. Michael Maris, who also lived on the building, overheard her discussion with Rachel and quickly moved to the younger woman's defense. He told the widow that Rachel hadn't been the only person in the building who was servicing the late Mr. Kruger. Michael was so openly gay that Hanna Kruger couldn't help but get his meaning. Herman hadn't been too particular about who was on the other end of a hot mouth. Not exactly the kind of story the widow Kruger wanted spread around. Rachel hadn't met the new super yet. He'd only started last week and there were 19 other tenants. He'd get around to introducing himself to her soon enough. Stepping into the shower, she idly wondered what were the odds that Mr. A. Martinez was a 6' Adonis who had a thing for small short haired brunettes. The splash of cool water against her 5'4" frame felt good. The frigid touch caused her nipples to harden, reminding her it was been sometime since anyone had touched them. Brushing the tips with her fingers, she smiled at the pleasing sensation it brought. Even as a teenager, she'd had the most sensitive nipples. After spending a few moments to cool off her body, Rachel turned the single water control in the opposite direction. She filled her hands with liquid soap from the wall dispenser and began to soap up her body. Rachel again stroked her breasts, bringing her pert nipples to a familiar hardness.

As always, her own touch felt so good. Soapy hands glided down across her slim stomach, finding their way to the tightly trimmed blonde bush below. She continued down between her legs and then around to the cheeks of her ass, leaving a soaping trail of bubbles in her wake. Rachel let out a soft sigh as her fingers rubbed against her mound. Running her long outstretched fingers across her firm mounds once again, giving them a playful squeeze, the lithe woman was reminded of how horny she'd felt lately. The last two men who'd shared her bed had turned out to be serious disappointments. Both had shot their load much too soon and had little interest in spending the time after that to give her the pleasure she deserved. "God, I need a good fuck." she said to herself as she again glided her fingers down across her stomach and across the thin layer of blonde fuzz. With a practiced skill she parted her vaginal lips, quickly finding the small stubby clit hidden within. Closing her eyes as she leaned back again the tiled wall, she pressed a slippery finger against it. "Oh yes." she purred as a familiar tingle spread out from her cunt. "That feels so nice." She slid a soapy finger up within herself, followed by a second and a third. It was a poor substitute for a hard cock, but it would have to do.

It wasn't long before she was furiously pumping her fingers in and out, sparking the tiny flame between her legs into a conflagration. The warm water had turned to hot, filling the tiny room with steam. The heat of which paled next to that which radiated across her quaking body as her fingers caressed her love canal in an orgasmic frenzy. Water running down her face, her lips formed a silent O. Rachel felt her legs and arms go weak as repeated waves of delight rippled up and down her naked form. Long silent moments, broken only by the splatter of the shower drops, passed as the blonde rested against the now warm tile. The water washing away the traces of her climax.

Exiting the shower, she quickly dried off and just put on a thin cloth robe. Since she had no plans for the evening other than crashing on the couch with a pint of chocolate ice cream, getting dressed again was a waste of time. At bedtime she would exchange the robe for the thin T-shirt she normally wore to sleep. Except on those nights when she had company in which case she skipped the shirt. Since the power was still off, she turned on the battery powered radio and settled on the couch with the book she had been reading on the train. Another hour had passed by the time she looked up at the clock, noticing that it was already 8:15 and still no power. It was then she heard someone knocking on the door across the hall and the sound of muffled voices. A minute later came a loud knocking on her own door. Rachel took a moment to compose herself before answering.

After all, she still was only wearing the robe. She looked though the peep-hole and then opened the door. Standing in the doorway was a tall Puerto Rican woman in her middle 30's. About 5'9", she had a dark olive complexion and weighed in the neighborhood of 150 lbs. Her frame carried the weight well, the type of woman you usually described as full-bodied. Short curly black hair topped a round pleasant face and thick bright red lips framed a warm smile. "Can I help you?" Rachel asked. "Rachel Fontana, right?" the woman asked in return. "Yes, that me." Rachel replied a little on the defensive. "Can I help you." she repeated. "Actually I was just stopping by to see if I could help you." the woman said. "Antoinette Martinez, I'm the new superintendent." It was then that Rachel noticed the tool box on the floor. It never occurred to her that A. Martinez could be a woman.

She was dressed in a plain denim shirt and pants. But there was no mistaking that she was a woman, not with the valley of her 38 inch bust visible to the point of bursting through the open top buttons of her blouse. "Oh, nice to finally meet you." Rachel recovered. "Won't you please come in." "Thank you." Antoinette said as she picked up the tool box and stepped inside. "I'm afraid I have some bad new." she continued as Rachel closed the door. "Con Ed now says they might not have the power back before midnight. So I thought I'd check and make sure nobody needed batteries for flashlights or anything like that." "That's very thoughtful of you." Rachel said. "Well being new and all, I figured it couldn't hurt." she said. The pleasantries out of the way, Rachel suddenly felt a little awkward and at a loss for words. "I was just thinking of having a cold beer." she said. "Would you like one, or soda if you want?" "No, a beer would be fine." the taller woman said. "You were the last person on the tenant list so I'm done for the night." Reaching into the refrigerator for two bottles, the younger woman wondered why she had suddenly offered her a beer. Then again, it never hurt to be nice to the super, you never knew when something in the apartment was going to break. Besides, with the television out, a little company for a while might be nice. "Would you like a glass?" she asked as she walked back into the living room. "The bottle's fine." Antoinette said as she accepted the drink. "Have a seat." Rachel said as she gestured to the couch. "Antoinette, you said, right?" "Most people call me, Toni." she said as she took a sip from the bottle. "It's a lot easier." "OK, Toni it is." she said as she brought her own bottle to her lips. The two women took a another drink of beer, commenting how good it tasted in the oppressive heat. Toni commented on the decor of the small apartment and asked what kind of work Rachel did.

The smaller woman told how she was a secretary at a midtown law firm. She's been there a little over two years and was quite happy in that aspect in her life. In turn, she asked Toni how she happened to wind up as the superintendent. "Well, I've always liked working with my hands." she said between sips. "I grew up with four brothers and my father was a jack of all trades. He just treated me like he did his sons and taught me everything he knew." "Must be interesting." Rachel noted, all too aware that changing a light bulb was the extent of her own household repair skills. "It can be." was the olive skinned woman's reply. "And I was really lucky to get this job. If it wasn't for Herman having introduced me to the owners a few months ago, I'd have never gotten it. They were looking for a replacement for one of their other buildings and I was applying for that job. Then when Herman had his accident, I applied for this one instead." "You were a friend of Herman's" Rachel asked. "Actually he was a friend of my fathers first." Toni continued. "I've known him about ten years, ever since I got out of college." "You went to college?" a surprised Rachel asked. "I have a B.A. in business." she replied. "But I soon found that the 9-5 grind wasn't for me. I've never looked back." "So much for first impressions."

Rachel thought as she finished her drink. "Can I get you another one of those?" she asked. "Thank you, that would be fine." Toni said as she handed back her own empty bottle. Rachel quickly returned from the kitchen with two more bottle as well as a few snacks out of the fridge. The first drink had been simple courtesy, this was because she found she liked this woman. "So how has your first week been?" she asked as they again took their places on the couch. "So far, so good." she replied. "It's funny meeting all the people Herman told stories about and how most everyone has turned out to be just like he described them." "Herman described everyone to you?" Rachel asked, wondering what he'd said about her. "Oh yeah, all the little dirty details." Toni laughed. "Like Mrs. Stapleton up in 5B who likes to change in front of an open window, knowing full well that Johnny Ross's room is right across the courtyard. That 14 year old gets a free show every night. Or Keith Lewis down in 2A, who skips over to Betty Rogers apartment as soon as her husband leaves for work in the morning." Rachel smiled, she hadn't heard that one before. Gossip was more fun when you knew the people involved. "I'm almost afraid to ask what he told you about me." she said. "Only good things." Toni returned her smile. "That's you were a good person, that you were very caring and considerate....and oh yeah, and that you gave killer head!" Rachel had just started to take a long pull on her beer during Toni's pause.

Now she almost choked as she spit out what she had just began to swallow. "What....." she gasped. "Are you OK?" Toni leaned forward. "I'm afraid sometimes I talk before I think." "It's all right." Rachel said as she caught her breath. "You just took me off guard." "If it makes you feel any better, he mentioned that when I was giving him one too." Toni said. "You and Herman?" Rachel asked. "Nothing serious, just a little recreational sex now and then." Toni replied. "Herman liked to screw around without any complications. He was pretty good at it too." The grin of satisfaction on her beaming face caused Rachel to again regret never having found out for herself. "Hope you're not embarrassed by all this." Toni said. "There's nothing wrong with a fun fuck now and then." Rachel agreed with the older woman and lamented that it'd been too long since she'd had a good fuck. "There's nothing wrong with making use of a good man." the younger woman said. "I wish I could find a new one." "How do you feel about women?" Toni asked almost casually as she took another sip. "In what way?" Rachel asked, caught off guard by the question. "In this way." Toni said in a tone almost too soft to be heard as she leaned all the way forward and kissed Rachel on her lips.

The sudden pressure of those thick full lips against her own took the young secretary by surprise. It'd been a very long time since she'd been kissed by another woman like this - junior year of college to be exact. It'd been a short but very intense affair with an older girl at NYU. The opportunity to experiment further had never presented itself. After a few very long seconds, Toni broke the kiss and moved her head back a little. She'd been unsure of what Rachel's reaction would be but figured that the worse that could happen would be that she'd tell her to get out of her apartment. When there was no resistance to the kiss and no outcry when it was done, she knew that wasn't going to happen. Just then, the lights in the apartment came back on and the steady hum of the air conditioner filled the room. Both woman looked into each others eyes, searching for something to say. Finally, Rachel spoke, shattering the quiet. "Talk about a kiss being magic." she said. Both women laughed, the awkward threshold behind them. Toni reached out and took Rachel's hand in her own. "Are you OK with this? she asked softly. "What do you think?" she replied as this time she moved forward and returned the kiss.

This time the kiss was long and even more pleasant. Rachel was surprised at how comfortable she was with the idea of an encounter with another woman. Oh well, her motto had always been, if it feels good - do it. The two woman traded kisses for a few minutes, their tongues making the briefest of contacts. Rachel felt a soft touch just below her neck, a touch that became firmer as it moved beneath the folds of her robe. Toni's hand closed on the younger woman's small globe, tickling the hard erect nipple as it did. "That feels nice." Rachel purred between kisses, thinking how the touch was so unlike that of her last lover. Both soft and hard at the same time. "It gets better." was the whispered reply.

Toni undid the sash of Rachel's robe and pulled it open, giving her open access to the soft delights beneath it. Easing the light skinned girl back on to the soft cushions, she reached up with her large hands and cradled each of her smaller globes. In a counter-clockwise motion, she began to massage them, playing with the small nipples with her outstretched thumbs. "Oh yes." Rachel said as she closed her eyes for a moment and enjoyed the sensation. Was it only an hour or so ago she was wishing for the touch of a new lover. Pleased with Rachel's reaction, Toni leaned over and kissed each nipple. Continuing to play with her left breast, the super ran her tongue across the right, leaving a thin trail of wetness. Her mouth now sought out the rest of the tenant's breasts and began to suck on them. Her roving tongue covering the entire surface them with wetness. Rachel shivered at the touch of Toni's lips on her smooth flesh as her tongue teased Rachel's small nubs. Each lick bringing them to a new hardness. Then her lips closed on them and every bite and nibble sent waves through Rachel, causing her to emit soft moans. Moans which brought great joy to Toni, spurring her on. Toni reached down between Rachel's legs and traced the outline of her blonde framed haired mound with her finger.

Then it moved to the center and rubbed against it. As her finger became lubricated by the wetness there, she slowing slid it between the folds. A soft gasp escaped Rachel's lips as Toni slid the finger in and out, soon following it with a second. Toni licked each nipple a final time and them moved her head down Rachel's stomach, pausing to kiss and lick her way. Lower and lower she kissed her way until she reached the edge of Rachel's wetness. The super then kissed one thigh, then the other. Finally she kissed the center of Rachel's ecstasy. "Oh yes....Rachel said as she reached down and guided Toni's head. "It feels so good...." The smell of Rachel's crotch made Toni lightheaded. It was like perfume to her. She reached out and parted the wet lips with her fingers, moving her tongue between them, driving it deep inside. She closed her eyes as she savored the taste, a taste she knew would never grow tired of. "Oh God, Toni," Rachel said as her body jumped at the touch. "I never knew it could feel so wonderful." None of her male lovers or even her female one of years ago had ever brought her such sensations. Encouraged, Toni moved her pulsating mouth closer and sought out Rachel's clit. She alternated between her finger and her tongue, driving Rachel wilder with each stroke.

A rhythm quickly developed as Rachel reached down and held the dark woman's head between her legs, then lurched forward with each movement of her lover's tongue. Unable to use her hands any longer, Toni reached behind and grabbed Rachel's ass cheeks. Taking a firm grip against of the soft flesh of her buttocks, Toni pulled Rachel's lover body harder against her face. This caused her tongue to be pressed just a little deeper into her lover. Rachel began to gyrate faster as she felt herself nearing climax. Toni could taste the increase in sweat nectar that was now beginning to flow in a stead stream around her tongue. She opened her mouth wider in eager anticipation. The Puerto Rican was soon rewarded with a gusher of honey, so much that her lower face was soon covered with it. She held Rachel tight as the secretary screamed out loud and trashed about it ecstasy. It had been a long time since she'd had a sexual release this good. Toni continued to lick Rachel's pussy, stopping only when the smaller girl finally laid still. She laid there between her legs, softly lapping at the delicious residue that had trickled down her thighs. "That was so wonderful." Rachel said in a breathless voice. "I feel so alive....so exhilarated." "I'm glad," Toni said as she brought herself up to a sitting position. "I've wanted to do that all week long, ever since I saw you on the day I got here." The thought that Toni had been lusting after her all week caused a sudden flash of lust between her legs. Sparking a dying ember back to life. "Why did you wait so long." she exclaimed as she reached out and pulled Toni close to her. She kissed her forcefully, tasting her own juices in Toni's mouth. She found it intoxicating. She continued to kiss her for several minutes, licking droplets of honeydew from around her lips.

"Can you spend the night?" Rachel suddenly blurted out. "Of course." Toni broadly smiled. "But I just want to say that I really didn't plan this. I'm not denying that I wanted to get you into bed but this wasn't..." Rachel cut off her with a finger pressed against her lips. "I don't care." she interrupted. "I don't care if you strapped on a 9" dildo beneath your jeans with the idea of coming up here and fucking the shit out of me. All I know is that I don't want you to leave." "Too bad I didn't think of that." Toni said amused. "Maybe next time." she added with an evil grin as she kissed Rachel again. "Why don't we move to the bedroom where we'll be more comfortable." she added. The two women quickly moved from the couch to the bedroom. Rachel hadn't opened the single bed room window there because it held the apartment's other air conditioning unit. Secure behind the closed door, it had already cooled the small room to a crisp temperature. It wouldn't belong before they raised it a few degrees. "Strip for me." Rachel said as she slid into the bed and turned over. "Show me what a beautiful body you have."

While she might not have been sexually active in that area, Rachel had secretly loved looking at the naked bodies of other women. From the days back in junior high school when she and her friends began to first develop into young women to the shower room and lockers of her current all women heath club, it was her secret little perversion. Toni took a position at the bottom left of the bed and smiled. If the young blonde wanted a show she would give her one. She reached up and began to slowly undo the top buttons of her blouse. her nimble fingers had gotten to the third button when she stopped. Letting go, her hand went instead to her belt and picked up her beeper. With a flourish she pressed the off switch. "My work day is done." she grinned. "No sense tempting any unwanted interruptions." Dropping the pager on the nearby dresser, Toni returned to her blouse. The remaining buttons quickly opened and the sides of the denim shirt parted. She held them closed for a moment then pulled them apart, thrusting her chest forward as she did. Hanging from her now exposed chest were dark, impressive mounds. Much larger than Rachel's, they were capped by wide brown auroles. Centered in each of them was a thick even darker nipple. Dropping her blouse on the floor, Toni slid her hand up along her flat chest and under each breast.

She stretched her fingers out and across her soft skin. Toni had been an early bloomer, her breasts appearing before most of her girlfriends and continuing to develop after their's had appeared. She loved having them free and hated the constricting feeling of a bra. In fact, she'd stopped wearing one in her senior year of high school. A decision that had brought lots of appreciative smiles to the male population and disapproving looks from most of the female half. Toni again ran her long fingers across each breast, rubbing her thumbs across the nipples, much as she had played with Rachel's smaller globes. Then she pulled one breast up as far as she could and reached out with her own tongue. She was just able to caress her own nipple. Then she repeated the action with her own breast. "Do you like?" She asked. "Oh yes...." Rachel said softly as she stoked her own breasts. Toni undid the belt on her jeans and let them drop to the floor. To Rachel's surprise, the tall woman didn't wear panties either. A wild dark bush of pubic hair filled the triangle between her outstretched legs, more hair than she'd ever seen on anyone at the health spa. Toni obviously worked out, her muscle tone was just too good to for her not to have. There was little fat on her body, just muscle. Looking for a word to describe her, Rachel couldn't come up with one.

She thought of the female bodybuilders she'd seen on TV, but they all looked too masculine. Toni combined the best of both. The thought that she would soon know the delights of that beautiful body sent a shimmer of anticipation thought her own slender form. Crawling into the bed to join Rachel, Toni immediately brought one of her breasts level with the younger woman's lips. She lifted it and pressed her nipple against the pink lips. "Suck it." she said, the tone of her voice giving no doubt that it was a command, not a request. Rachel eagerly complied, opening her mouth and taking the long hard nipple within it. She sucked on it for a few moments and then released it. Rachel stuck out her tongue and ran it around the brownness of the nipple. Then she put her lips on that dark circle and closed them tightly around the center and began to suck with ecstasy and excitement. The young woman had seen hundreds of naked women in her life, but she had never see a pair of breasts as perfectly sculptured as these. They simply cried out to be touched...to be caressed....to be sucked. She caught the nipple between her teeth and bit down, just enough to send a small jolt of pleasure through Toni. "Harder!" Toni said in response. Eager to please, Rachel did just that, alternating between stinging bites and soft caressing kisses.

She looked up into Toni's gaze and with an unspoken nod she signified better. In a more concrete reassurance of her actions, the larger woman shifted her other breast into her mouth so she could work on that one as well. Once the other nipple was just as hard, Rachel moved back and forth from breast to breast, sucking with abandon. Toni ran her hands through Rachel's short blonde hair and pulled her mouth harder against each breast, encouraging the younger woman to take more of it into her mouth. Rachel needed no encouragement as she mouthed Toni's tits, covering each with hot saliva. She again alternated between licks and bites, causing small, sudden jolts of both pain and pleasure. Exactly, she quickly learned, as Toni liked it. While Rachel worked on her breasts, Toni had slid a free hand down between her own legs and had already worked her cunt into a wet and ready frenzy. It hadn't taken long, years of practice had taught her just which buttons to press. Now she wanted something more than her fingers. She pulled her breast from Rachel's mouth, an act that took a little effort as she younger girl was reluctant to release it. A small frown appeared on her face, but it quickly faded when she realized what Toni intended to replace it with. She ran her tongue over her lips in anticipation, bringing a smile once more to the darker woman. Toni knew she'd have no problem guiding Rachel's mouth to her already wet pussy. In fact she didn't even have to guide it, Rachel couldn't wait to taste the dark sweetness of Toni's cunt. Standing up on the bed, she moved forward and squatted over his face. With her legs spread, Toni lowered herself until her bushy mound hovered right over her waiting mouth.

Rachel stared for a few seconds at the hairy pussy barely two inches above him. It was her first real look at a woman's sex in a good many years. Who'd of imagined when she woke up this morning that before the day was over, the most important thing in the word would be that she do as good a job pleasing this woman above her as she had just done for her. "Ready?" Toni asked, snapping Rachel's mind back from it's wandering. Toni reached down with one hand and parted her cunt lips. Lifting her head as far as he could, Rachel began to lick away as fast as he could. Toni could tell she had little experience licking a woman. Her tongue was all over the place, but occasionally he would hit the right spot. She gently took a hold of her head and began to guide Rachel him to her sensitive spots. "Easy..." She whispered as she lowered herself so that her open cunt now rested on top of her eager mouth. "Just take it nice and slow, let your tongue glide in and out." Finally Rachel began to follow her instructions, coupled with her own memory of what felt good to her and began to be rewarded with a steady ambrosia. It was very different from her memory of her college lover, much better in fact. Either that or the years had made her forget how good it was.

She took a moment to promise herself that she wouldn't let herself forget again. "That's much better..." Toni said as she arched back and enjoyed the feel of her tongue inside her. Toni laid back, eyes closed and waded in the waves of new sensations. She knew it would be this wonderful. From Herman's description, she knew Rachel would be a powderkeg of passion, all she needed was the right spark. Her pussy throbbed with excitement as Rachel's tongue drew more and more sweet nectar. The younger woman buried her face between her tighs, causing the older woman to erupt again in a orgasimic burst of delight. "Ooooooo" Rachel moaned as she sucked the fruit of her labors into her mouth. Toni was now lost to the world as succeeding torrids of ecstasy raced through her body. She hadn't expected the neophyte lover to actually get her off the first time. It was an unexpected but very pleasant surprise. Toni's body shook twice more, then finally she could give no more. Never had see felt so exhausted or satisfied. She collapsed forward across Rachel's body, her eyes closed once again, this time in exhaustion. Rachel just laid there beneath her, licking the spilled juices from her olive hued legs. later when she could finally look at herself in the mirror, she would find her face covered from cheek to cheek with the shiny residue of Toni's violent eruptions. She was reluctant to wash them off, viewing it as a trophy of sorts. Toni finally stirred and pulled herself around. She gave Toni a long penetrating kiss.

The taste of her own climax filled her mouth, something which always thrilled her. Wanting more, she explored the wetness of Rachel's mouth until there was none left. "Was it all right?" Rachel finally asked when both of their passions had cooled. "All right?" Toni repeated as she looked up and into Rachel's eyes. "Sugar, if I had a few more lovers like you, I'd give up men for good." Knowing how hard it would be for her to do such a thing, Rachel took it as the highest compliment she had ever received. The look of satisfaction on her face as the two naked woman curled up together and fell asleep in each other's arm was still there when she awoke the next morning. It only faded when she looked at the other side of the bed and realized she was alone. "Toni?" she said as she sat up in bed and looked around. "Antoinette?" she said in a louder tone. "Morning." Antoinette said as she walked back into the room - fully dressed in the clothes she'd worn the night before. "Sleep well?" Rachel nodded yes and swung around to the side of the bed. "I hope you don't mind my using your shower, I have a lot to do today and I'd like to get an early start." "No, no problem." Rachel said as she watched Toni check her beeper before clipping it back on her belt. "I have to clear a clogged drain in the Simpsons apartment this morning." she said, "That kid of their's in always shoving something down it. Then I have an electrical short in the Wilson's to fix. Should be done by noon."

The tall woman stepped over to Rachel and leaned over. She grabbed the back of the blonde's hair and kissed her hard. Their tongues met for a brief moment, sending a spark of electricity between them. Just as quickly she let her go. "Why don't I stop by about one. You can make us some lunch" Toni said. "Might even bring you a little surprise for desert." she added with a wicked grin. Rachel surprised herself when she heard herself answered yes without a second thought. "See you then." Toni said as she gave her a brief kiss. "I'll let myself out, I do have a passkey after all." Staring at the empty bedroom doorway, Rachel wondered what she was going to do until noon.

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