Lauren and Deanna

Lauren was a 45-year-old single woman. She was single by choice and not by lack of attention. There were suitors but, she just hadn't found that one, that special person that she had in mind. Sometimes, she wondered if perhaps her standards and expectations were too high. Maybe, although, she doubted that strongly. Her person was out there. She would know it, when they met. Until then, there was no need to get involved with someone for the sake of not being alone. What good could come of that? If she did that, she would not be honest with her lover or herself.

She considered herself to be modestly pretty. Lauren had never been the type to go on about her looks, although she was attractive. She had a nice curvaceous form that managed to catch a pair of observant eyes even now. Her presence and overall charisma allowed her a ten-year-leeway, when it came to her age. Very few people perceived her to be her factual age. There might even have been a few who had thought that our dear Lauren had stumbled upon the fountain of youth by the bounce that she could have in her step on any given day.

She stood quietly inside a bookstore in the openly gay part of town, doing her best to choose from the books before her. Lauren raked her fingers through her long black hair, brushing the full curls from her eyes. She ignored the faint rustle of her blue jacket, taking more interest in the woman, who had just entered the bookstore. Her brown eyes tried not to stare but, the beautiful smile that the young woman greeted the employees at the front entrance with was hard to look away from. She shyly dipped her head as the woman came closer. Her hands slipped within the pockets of her jeans while she inwardly commanded her thoughts to focus once more on the task of selecting a book to read.

When Lauren's peripheral vision captured the petite young woman, she allowed her mind to take inventory. If she didn't say hello, she might as well have fodder for fantasy while within her bed tonight.

Lauren noticed that the woman was shorter than she was. She guessed that the woman was around 5'3. Of course, that was her true height without those black heeled boots that were adding a nice little touch to those faded jeans which fitted much too nicely to the woman legs.

"And more importantly," Lauren thought, "her ass."

The feeling of her lips upturned at the site of those jeans filled so wonderfully made Lauren begin blushing just a bit. She continued her surreptitious gaze, despite it.

The slope of the young woman's backside met a strong back, rising upward still, to delicate shoulders and a long neck which held a patient oval face. Shoulder-length mahogany hair bordered, dangerously close to black. Only the light reflecting from the lighting above revealed its true color by glinting off the reddish hue hidden at first glance.

Lauren held her breath as the caramel-skinned woman shrugged out of her black leather jacket, then crouched down to look at the lower shelves. It was then that she too felt a bit warm in this store. Her gaze feasted on the full breasts being housed upon that petite form. The gray turtle-necked sweater that had been hidden beneath the jacket molded perfectly to this young woman's upper body. If she were to guess, Lauren would say that this woman was in her mid-twenties.

With a sudden jerk, the young woman stood up. She scooped her jacket from where she had rested it on the floor then began walking toward Lauren.

Lauren tensed as the woman came closer. She debated saying a quick, greeting but, found herself worrying about other things as a bookstore employee came up the aisle from the other side. She was about to be surrounded within a few moments. With this guy coming, she doubted very much that she would have the opportunity to speak with this intriguing young woman.

"Ma'am," the young man said with a smile. "Is there anything that I can help you find?"

"Um, Actually," Lauren stammered. "I want— "

"Excuse me," the young woman smirked. She gently eased her way through the crowded aisle brushing seductively against Lauren in passing.

Lauren swallowed the arousal rising within her throat at the brush and more importantly the knowing smile, that accompanied it. Her eyes followed the woman down the aisle and around to the other side. The aisles were all short enough for her to clearly see over. She wondered if the woman had stopped directly in front of her on purpose, granting her the chance to study her once more only this time from behind.

The young man chuckled softly under his breath. "I'd say, you know what you are looking for, today. Let us know if we can um... help."

Laughing at herself for being caught in her admiration, Lauren promised to find him if she needed help with... a book. For several minutes after he left, she did try very hard to ignore the woman standing in front of her view. When she witnessed the woman bending over in a way that showcased her heart-shaped behind, she finally gave up all attempts at ignoring what clearly did not want to be ignored.

Leaning forward, Lauren crossed her arms, resting them along the top of the book while using them as a pillow for her chin. "So are you doing that on purpose?" she asked with a genuine smile.

The young woman reached out for a book and then stopped with the question given to her. Long, delicate fingers rested along the spine of the book as she answered. "Doing what, Love?"

Lauren laughed. "Tormenting me."

"Is that what I'm doing?"

"Something tells me that you know exactly what you are doing."

Turning to face Lauren, the young woman smiled. She placed her hands above her head, simulating a halo.

"Yeah, right!" Lauren giggled. "I don't believe that for a minute!" Those deep brown eyes were much too mischievous to belong to any angel.

Full lips allowed a feigned gasp of shock to fill the air. "Lovely, you have offended my Spanish honor," she teased.

"We can't have that," Lauren chuckled. "Can we?"

"No, we cannot."

"So what do you want to do about it?"

The young woman smiled devilishly. Just as she was about to speak, another employee approached.

The twenty-something blonde smiled happily. "How are you, today, ladies? Is there anything that I could help you with?"

Lauren would have liked to tell her that she could really help her by notifying the entire staff to leave her alone with this woman so that she could possibly see where this bit of chemistry might lead but, opted to let her new friend handle it.

"Actually, I think we are doing pretty well on our own," the caramel-skinned woman said. She exchanged glances with Lauren which seemed to be asking, "Aren't we?"

Nodding, Lauren said, "Yes, we're doing just fine."

The blonde looked from one woman to the other wondering what she was missing. She stared at the women for a long moment, wondering if they were really looking for a book at all. When they began looking through the sections in front of them, she sighed. Then, she left the women to continue whatever she had obviously interrupted.

Lauren closed the book that she had been absently thumbing through while waiting for the curious blonde to leave. She looked up to see her new friend standing once again with her back to her. There was this slight fear that whatever they had been working toward was lost with the sudden interruption. This silence now was certainly a bit awkward. Her brown eyes studied the slight fidgeting from the younger woman on the other aisle.

Lauren smiled happily as the woman turned around and said, "Um, that shelf is kind of high. . . I would ask one of the salespeople but, they seem. . . kind of busy."

The salespeople were all bored witless. If this woman had, even, looked their' direction, one might have come running. Lauren decided to play along with this little ruse, if it meant that she would learn more about this woman. She walked around to the next aisle. Moving to stand directly behind the petite woman, she pressed herself subtly against her. She reached upward, taking down the book that the young woman had pointed to.

"What's your name?" Lauren whispered into a delicate ear. As the woman beside her turned through the pages, she looked over her shoulder, pretending to take interest in the book as a few bookstore employees glanced their way.

"My name's Deanna. What's yours?"

Lauren let the name sink into her every fiber before answering. "I'm Lauren."

"Lauren?"

"Yes?" Lauren felt her heart racing within her breast.

Leaning closer, Deanna asked, "Why are we whispering?"

Lauren smiled against Deanna's ear. "Would you believe it is because we are inside a bookstore and should be quiet?" she joked.

"Nope. Besides, that rule is for the library."

"No, I think that one goes for bookstores, too."

Deanna laughed softly. She was enjoying her playful banter with Lauren. In a show of affection, she gently nudged the woman beside her. "So how's the coffee in this place?" she asked, trying to keep her voice low but, not quite a whisper.

"Oh, it's great if you enjoy drinking crude oil." Lauren felt her heart swell with the sound of Deanna's laughter.

"That bad, huh?"

"Oh, it's awful. I once saw this poor woman wheeled out of here after eating a muffin which had been in their display for a month."

Deanna arched her eyebrow with a smirk. "You're tweaking my nips."

Lauren sighed as her imagination thought of her reenacting those words. She would love to do anything for this woman especially playing or teasing at her nipples. "Ok, so maybe it wasn't quite a month," she admitted.

"Mm-hmm."

"It was more like two weeks but, still— "

Once again Deanna's laughter warmed her soul. Lauren smiled broadly. "There is a nice little coffee shop a few stores down."

Deanna smirked. She pointed over her shoulder to the area which Lauren had been struggling to select a book. "Ok, I'll grab us, a table, while you decide on a book."

Nodding Lauren hurried to return to the books which had been holding her interest. She stopped in mid-stride. "Hey, what about you? Didn't you want to get a book?"

Beginning to walk away, Deanna shook her head. "No."

"Then what are you doing, here?"

Deanna chuckled. "My friend works up here. I was just wondering if she was working. She isn't so I was just— " She bit playfully at her bottom lip. "Uh, browsing." She winked with a flirtatious wave. "See ya, soon."

Lauren stood staring after Deanna with a smile on her face. "Browsing, huh," she thought.

It didn't take long at all for Lauren to leave the bookstore and walk down to the coffee shop on the corner. Before she had even arrived at the shop, the scent of freshly brewed coffee tempted those walking by. She entered the warmth of the shop, feeling it vanquish the slight autumn chill. The woman sitting patiently at the corner table caught her eye.

Lauren approached with a smile as she observed the way that the sun filtered in on those nearby the floor to ceiling windows. It seemed to give all those people a warm glow. Deanna looking away from the window to greet her with a warm smile sent her heart skipping just a bit.

"Hey," she said, taking a seat opposite the young woman.

"Hi, love." Deanna looked down at the bag which Lauren was setting near her feet. "What did you wind up getting?"

Lauren smiled shyly. "I couldn't decide and wanted to hurry and meet you here so I just bought them both."

Deanna laughed as Lauren continued.

"Hey, I know better than to keep a beautiful woman waiting. It's bad manners."

Nodding, Deanna tried to keep a straight face but, her mischievous smirk seeped through. "We can't have that. Can we?"

"No, we can't." Lauren rested her chin in her hand, curling her fingers just under her lips. Her smile showed through her delicate fingers. She tilted her head just slightly while her brown eyes studied the woman looking out the windows once again.

There was a lengthy silence but, Lauren found that despite it, she was not awkward in the least. It was nice to simply be in each other's presence. In fact, it was quite nice. The soft sound of Deanna's voice broke that silence gently.

"Someone wishes to get your attention, lovely."

"Hmm," Lauren asked as if waking from a daze. She frowned then looked curiously around the coffee shop.

Janet, the woman behind the counter had been trying to wave her attention since she had joined Deanna at her table. She sighed in obvious relief that Lauren had finally noticed her. Silently, she mouthed the words, "Who's she?"

Lauren smiled, then shrugged which tormented her friend to no end before looking back to Deanna. "How did you know?"

"Eyes in the back of my head," Deanna joked. Her finger pointed to the reflective surface of the windows which allowed her to see everything taking place behind her. Even the sandy-blonde making her way to their table.

Lauren turned her head to see, Janet making her way to their table. She frowned in wonder. It was not the shop's policy to wait on customers like this. You ordered up front. So why, she wondered, was Janet asking them what they would like today?

Deanna smiled as she faced the woman waiting expectantly to hear her answer. "Bottled water, I guess."

Janet placed her hand on her hips. "Aw, come on. This is a coffee shop. What's your fix? Cappuccino, Café Latté, Frappuccino. . . I could keep going, you know?"

Laughing, Deanna nodded. "I'm sure you could, love. I just don't drink coffee."

Lauren and Janet looked at Deanna as though she had just spoken in a foreign language.

Janet motioned for Deanna to keep it down. "What are ya trying to do? Put us out of business." She smiled warmly. "How about hot chocolate then?"

Deanna nodded. "That I can do."

"Alright, one hot chocolate and the usual coming up," Janet announced happily.

"She has a usual?" Deanna asked with a smirk.

"Yep." Janet looked to her friend. "She's gotten the same thing for as long as I've been working here. Lauren always has a café au lait. " She patted Lauren's shoulder lightly. "I'll be right back with your drinks."

Deanna nodded before looking away to the windows.

Lauren blushed hotly as Janet made the "ok" sign with her hand and silently mouthed the word, "Nice." She was certain that Deanna could see Janet's every move. This theory was proven correct by the fact that she saw the corners of Deanna's mouth curl upward shortly after Janet's little declaration of approval.

Once they were alone, Lauren leaned forward. "Sorry about that, babe."

Deanna turned back to Lauren, who was looking at her with such genuine affection in her eyes. "Oh, that's okay. She's just being protective of you."

"She was being nosey not protective."

"She just wanted to know who you were with. It speaks very highly of you."

"How so?"

"That she cares about whom you are spending your time with, means she thinks a great deal about you and wants her friend happy. Which in turn, gives me reason to believe that there is a lot to think highly of."

Lauren felt this wonderful sense of comfort for the duration of their conversation. It was odd, to her, how easily, she seemed to just be at ease with Deanna. She did take notice of the fact that this had all happened in such a short time, where it usually might have taken several dates to reach the comfort level which she was at as she left the coffee shop with a smile. She and Deanna had exchanged numbers much to her delight. Things just seemed to have this charmed feel to them.

Entering her home, Lauren tried to go about this as usual but, her thoughts would drift to Deanna and what the young woman might be doing at any given moment. She often laughed at herself, knowing that she hadn't behaved this way since she was a teenager. So many times throughout the day, she wondered, just how long the proper dating etiquette required her to wait before calling Deanna. To distract herself from those thoughts, she ventured outside to the backyard with her dog, Jude.

A game of soccer between the two, found Lauren sitting down wearily on the porch. Her yellow Labrador rested her chin on Lauren's knee with a bit of a pout. Lauren huffed a laugh at the sad eyes.

"Jude, be merciful here," she joked rubbing her dog's ears. "Not all of us are still considered puppies." Lauren smiled affectionately at her dog before kicking the ball back out into the backyard.

Jude raced after the ball then, soon found contentment in her solitary game of soccer.

The phone ringing caused both, Lauren and Jude to look in the direction of the house.

"Play," Lauren said. She motioned for Jude to go on. "The machine will get it."

Jude barked then stared at Lauren before barking again.

Lauren sighed, waving off the ringing phone. "I'm tired. I'm not running in there just to talk to some telemarketer."

Again, Jude's bark filled the air.

Lauren stretched while smirking at her dog. "What is it, girl? Timmy is lost in the well?" She laughed as her dog began barking with more urgency. "I'm up. I'm up. Sheesh!" She entered the kitchen through the sliding door and reached for the phone on counter as she immediately recognized the voice telling her goodbye on the answering machine.

"Hello," she said unconsciously crossing her fingers.

"Hello, am I speaking with Lauren?"

"Yes, well that all depends on who is asking. I mean, I could tell you but, then I might have to kill you, " Lauren joked, trying to conceal her excitement, when she recognized Deanna's voice.

Deanna laughed in a way which wrapped itself around Lauren. "Oh, well, if that's the way you want to play it. I'll just have to find someone else to go out with."

Lauren thought she might have heard her heart thundering inside her ears. She tried to make a joke to take away from the tension building within herself. "So why didn't you call me sooner?"

A chuckle heard over the phone answered her question.

"Actually," Deanna responded. "I've been busy since I saw you."

"Really?"

"Yes. My family has a cabin that I like to go to sometimes, when I want to get away. I know that it is Sunday so the weekend is basically over but, I was thinking about taking the next two days off. Would you like to come to the cabin with me?"

Lauren held her breath. Her inner voice was screaming, "Of course, I'd love to go!" but, her more practical side was reminding her that she had only just met this woman. "Don't you think it is a little soon for you to be waltzing me off somewhere? I mean, we did just meet. Do you whisk away all the women that you meet in bookstores?"

"No."

Lauren flinched. She had meant that last question as a joke but, the even tone in Deanna's answer suggested that it might not have been taken as such.

Deanna's smile could be easily detected in her voice. "I don't know why but, I just get this really good feeling about you, I guess."

"A feeling," Lauren gasped with the sarcasm clearly heard in her voice. "But, we just met, Deanna."

"Geez, you're such a smartass," Deanna chuckled.

"Aw, you get used to it after a while."

"I'll get the chance to get used to it in the next few days, if you come with me."

Lauren laughed as she nodded her head. "Okay," she sighed happily. She did have the same wonderfully good feeling about this trip and Deanna. "What the hell, you only live once, right?"

"Is that a yes, lovely?"

"Yes, I'll go with you."

"Great! I'll pick you up tomorrow."

The excitement was proving to be contagious as Lauren found herself unable to wait until tomorrow. "Just call me in the morning and we will work out the details."

"Alright, love. Talk to you then. Bye."

"Bye," Lauren said softly.

That entire night Lauren had been brimming with excitement. She had finally forced herself to bed after reading for a bit. When she awoke the next morning, she went about packing for her trip after calling in to work and taking a few personal days. It felt nice to enjoy her morning without having to worry about being somewhere at a certain time for a certain reason. All she had to do was relax.

When the doorbell chimed at around eight that morning, Lauren knew that Deanna had arrived. She answered the door to see the young woman standing with her back to her staring out over the neighborhood curiously. Her brown eyes roamed over the petite woman, memorizing the way she looked now on this, their first date.

Deanna wore a simple white shirt, nicely tailored to her body. The faded jeans fitted to her legs very nicely. A slight chill in the air made her cheeks slightly rosy. She smiled with the sound of the door opening and turned to see her date for the next few days.

"Well, it certainly took you long enough to get here?" Lauren teased.

Lauren leaned against the door just slightly with a flirtatious smile. She felt confident in her blue jeans which she knew would show off the curves of her figure as well as the deep crimson sweeter that she thought hugged her form nicely.

"Are you shy?" Deanna asked.

Lauren smirked curiously. "No. Why?"

A mischievous smile, dawned Deanna's lips. She leaned forward lightly brushing her lips over Lauren's in a tender kiss. "You, look beautiful, lovely."

Lauren allowed her hand to lightly smooth Deanna's cheek. "Thank you so do you." She was about to ask why Deanna had asked about her being shy but, she soon discovered why as one of her neighbors on a morning jog, jogged by with a smile on her face. She waved to her neighbor then pulled Deanna inside the house.

Deanna gasped as the door closed behind her. "What will the neighbors say?" she joked.

"That I have good taste."

"Oo, sweet-talker." Deanna winked before turning to greet the excited Labrador entering the room. She knelt down and patted the side of the happy dog. "What's your name, sweetie?"

Lauren laughed happily at her dog's pleasant reaction. She was never sure how her dog would handle her dates. It was always a good sign, when her dog liked someone she was interested in. With this in mind, she made the introduction. "Jude, this is Deanna. Deanna, that is my baby Jude."

Hugging Jude's neck, Deanna smiled. "Nice to meet you, Jude. Are you coming with us?"

Hearing this, Lauren's jaw dropped. "You want me to bring my dog?"

"Sure, why not?"

Lauren shrugged with a broadening appreciation for her date. "It's just a surprise, I guess. A pleasant one, though."

Deanna flashed a beautiful smile. "I'm glad." She looked at the bags by the door. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yep, let me just call my friend and tell her that she doesn't have to watch Jude for me. Then, I'm all yours."

"Oo, I like the sound of that."

"I thought you might." Lauren began to walk into the other room to make her call. Over her shoulder, she said, "You two be good."

"Come on, Jude. Tell me all the dirt on her while she's gone," Lauren heard. She immediately pointed her finger at her dog playfully. "Don't you dare!"

Jude and Deanna used their big brown eyes against her.

"Aw, you're no fun," Deanna said with a smirk.

It wasn't long after Deanna had arrived that all three jumped into her SUV to begin their two-hour drive to Deanna's family cabin. During their drive, the two women shared conversation with the same ease that had occurred so easily between them the day before.

Lauren loved that for the majority of the drive Deanna had unconsciously taken her hand in hers. She also loved that the mellow drive was furthered by Deanna's occasional singing. Her brown eyes watching the younger woman were felt as Deanna stopped singing and blushed with a chuckle.

"Sorry," Deanna giggled.

"No, don't stop singing," Lauren smiled. "I like listening to you."

"Yeah, well I think for Jude's sake, I'll stop. Her ears are sensitive, you know."

Lauren looked over her shoulder to her dog, who was taking in every new sight on this ride. She returned her gaze to the woman seated beside her. Leaning over, she kissed Deanna's jaw. "You have a beautiful voice. Keep singing, please."

Bringing Lauren's hand to her lips, Deanna kissed it lovingly. She rested their intertwined hands on Lauren's lap. It was not long before her guard against singing left and she became, so into the music again that she took to singing once more. This pleased Lauren just fine.

Pulling into the drive, the two women were greeted by the sound of crunching pebbly gravel. It did not take them long to unload their bags and get a bit more settled. They stood in the kitchen after having stocked it with the groceries which they had gotten from the local store. It was now time to unpack their things.

Lauren stared at the bedrooms at the top of the beautifully carved stairs. She glanced toward the young woman, who was lifting her bag to head up the stairs. With a sigh, she collected her bags and followed Deanna closely. The swaying hips, walking up the stairs at eye level made her smile.

"Somehow," Deanna joked over her shoulder. "I think I might have gotten gypped here."

Laughing, Lauren playfully responded. "Too bad because everything is great on my end." She felt her heart flutter with the smirk she received as the young woman glanced at her over her shoulder.

When arriving at the top of the stairs, Lauren looked at the two bedrooms across from each other. She knew that she was not going to stay in one of the two bedrooms downstairs but, were they going to try and sleep in separate bedrooms on this night, she wondered.

Shooting straight from the hip always seemed to be her mentality which Lauren decided to do, as always. "Well, should we pretend to be good little girls and sleep in separate rooms or— "

"Personally, I think it would be an insult to our intelligence since we both know that we didn't come here to sleep in separate rooms."

Lauren loved the look which accompanied that statement. She feigned a look of shock. "You mean... you want us to SLEEP.... TOGETHER?!"

Deanna gasped, "Oh, God, no!"

A frown touched Lauren's face.

"If we have my way, we will be doing very little sleeping."

Lauren laughed then followed Deanna into the master bedroom.

It didn't take them long to unpack their clothes and Lauren enjoyed getting the chance to glance over at the lacy little garments being displayed on the bed. They each pretended to be taking in the other's choice of clothes but, the unspoken agreement was that they were each imagining what scenarios might involve them in the seductive attire.

The rest of the day was spent idly walking through the property, exploring the places which Deanna traveled as a child. By the time that they had returned to the cabin and had finished their dinner, it was time for much needed rest. Trying to be the good hostess, Deanna offered to clean up while Lauren enjoyed a hot bath.

Lauren soaked inside the rejuvenating waters, wondering if Deanna would come to join her. After a while, she realized that it was not going to happen. She emerged from the tub, feeling utterly relaxed and content. A soft white towel was used to gingerly dry herself off. Then, she slipped into her favorite robe. The rose-colored hand-painted garment always added to her romantic mood. Stepping out of the bathroom, she saw Deanna standing in front of the vanity, brushing her dark hair. Her brown eyes took in the site of this woman wearing her fitting gray tank top and the black cotton panties that showcased her form so well.

Walking across the room, Lauren wrapped her arms around Deanna lovingly. "You could have taken a bath with me, you know." She rested her temple against Deanna's damp hair.

"I know, love. I just thought that you might like to unwind and get used to being here, that's all."

Lauren looked within the mirror finding brown eyes watching her. She blushed, then shyly looked down. "What?"

"You look beautiful."

Deanna turned inside the embrace, cupping a trusting face within her hands. "I'm glad you decided to come with me." Leaning forward, she lightly brushed her lips over Lauren's. The moist lips parting to welcome her kiss pressed against hers.

Lauren moaned into the mouth deepening their kiss. She guided her hands over curvaceous hips before caressing Deanna's heart-shaped ass. Her hands pulled the younger woman into her, needing to feel this woman against her. The caramel hands cupping her face tightened their hold just slightly as she was pulled forward. She used the advantage of her height to help the petite woman onto the vanity while together they brushed aside, whatever obstacles might be in their way. Smooth legs wrapped around her waist, hugging her tightly.

Breaking their kiss, Deanna moved her lips over a proud jaw and long neck. Her lips sealed over the skin of her lover's neck while her teeth lightly bit down causing a purring within the older woman, whose hands were moving possessively over her thighs.

The hands slowly untying that sash at her waist caused the nervous anticipation of this moment to fill her. Lauren felt the cool air hit her skin, when the robe obediently fell open. Her full breasts were the first to be caressed. She moaned at the sensation of her nipples being teased gently between finger and thumb.

"You are so beautiful, Lauren," Deanna sighed. Her brown eyes patiently feasted on the erected nipple reacting so much to her touch.

Lauren smiled suddenly feeling bashful due to her new lover's praise. "You make me feel that way," she admitted softly.

The smile that Lauren received was so real, so genuine that it caused tears to thinly mist her eyes. She leaned forward, kissing Deanna lazily. This night... the next few days would be theirs and if she listened to her heart, they might have so much more. She shuddered with the feel of the younger woman mouthing her seductive plan silently against her lips. The word, "Bed," rippled through her. She nodded then wrapped her arms around the petite woman, guiding them back to the bed in a lover's dance.

The weight of the body pressing down on her own sent her heart racing. Lauren looked up at the woman sitting atop her, straddling her hips. She reached out with hand right hand to caress Deanna's cheek. Her palm was greeted with a warm kiss before a soft hand held her wrist guiding it down against the mattress near her head. She sighed happily as her lover leaned closer, placing the other wrist against the bed.

Lauren had always loved to be kissed this way. There was this feeling of utter surrender that she loved. She was giving herself over to Deanna. What she loved more was that Deanna seemed to understand this surrender and was extremely gentle with her as a result. Her hips ground upward causing the lips against hers to curl into a smile.

Deanna sat up looking over Lauren for just a moment as if trying to decide how to please her new lover best. If there was one thing that she always made a point of doing, it was finding what pleased her lover and doing that to the best of her abilities. From the arousal which she witnessed in Lauren now, she knew that to a certain extent the woman wanted to be dominated but, with a loving and nurturing flair.

"It seems that I will need these," Deanna teased, referring to her hands and their hold of Lauren's wrists. She guided the woman's arms to her sides then pinned them in place with her legs which were still straddling her lover's hips.

Lauren tried to move her arms but, found them securely pinned near her sides. She smiled. "Well, this is new."

"Is it?"

Her eyebrow involuntarily arched with the Cheshire cat grin that Lauren was receiving from Deanna. The woman's mischievous nature seemed to be with her always. She watched the younger woman crossing her arms over her body then pulling her gray tank top overhead, revealing full breast with dark chocolate nipples hardened by the crisp air and the excitement of the new couple's interaction. Her brown eyes ignored the shirt being discarded carelessly over the woman's shoulder.

"God, I wish I had my hands," Lauren groaned. Her fingers stretched and flexed wanting nothing more than to stroke and fondle the breast now exposed to her.

"What would you do with them?"

A trembled breath left Lauren's lips. "Touch you."

"Where?"

"Everywhere," Lauren promised in a purr.

There was that grin again, Lauren thought as she took in Deanna's expression.

Deanna ran her fingers through her hair. "Here?"

Lauren smiled softly. She shook her head then watched as Deanna's caramel hand ran down along her proud jaw then to her long neck.

"Here?"

Brown eyes stared openly and lustfully at her young lover's chest. Lauren nodded as Deanna ran her hands down her sides with a smile.

"Oh, here," Deanna said, feigning realization. Her hands brushed against the sides of her breasts before caressing the undersides of them and moving upward to tease her nipples. From the look of it, just as she had hoped Lauren liked watching this.

"Yes," Lauren sighed in a throaty voice. She watched caramel hands intently, living vicariously through them. The excitement coursing between her legs reminded her that soon she would need to act on this fire slowly stoking itself within her.

Just when Lauren had become certain that this wonderful torment might never end, she watched Deanna's hands lower slowly while the woman spoke.

"Is that all you would touch?"

"No," Lauren assured her with her most seductive smile.

Moving her hands over the smooth skin of her stomach, Deanna returned to their little game. "Here?"

Lauren shook her head, then looked down to those enticing black panties.

"Oh, I see." Deanna slid her hand down her abdomen, feeling her palm flattening against her skin in a nice brush. Her fingertips began to slowly begin their descent beneath the black undergarments, where they stopped at the knuckles. "Here?" she asked coyly.

"Yes," Lauren moaned. "There!"

A low lustful groan left Lauren's lips as she watched that hand disappear completely beneath those sexy black panties. The deep brown eyes which had held hers for so long now, closed with a low exhaled breath. She watched the movement taking place behind that subtle veil. It was slow, so very slow but, it was deliberate.

"Let me see, Deanna," she whispered hoarsely.

Nodding, Deanna pulled her panties to the side just as her fingers entered into her. She and Lauren each gave a guttural sound of pleasure with this act.

Lauren watched two fingers easing inside her lover slowly before withdrawing to the point of near complete absence only to delve deeper in the next stroke. The light sheen coating those fingers caught her attention as she took in a deep breath, filled with the scent of her lover. "You smell incredible, lover. I bet you taste even better." She licked her lips, suddenly feeling her mouth go dry. There was no denying how wet she was. She needed her hands.

The fingers moving rhythmically deep within her left her, causing a sorrowful moan to mourn their departure. She ground her hips against the woman arching into her, then brought her fingers to her lips. A mischievous smirk played across her lips with the moaned encouragement that she received, when her fingers hovered near to her lips. Her tongue sliding up the length of her fingers before she took them into her mouth brought gentle hips against hers once more. When she was fairly certain that she had licked her fingers clean, she leaned forward pressing her lips lightly to Lauren's.

Lauren felt her arms freed as her lover leaned forward. She immediately wrapped her arms around Deanna pulled her closer. Her need to taste this woman, resulted in her forcibly deepening the kiss. She charted the soft recesses of her lover's mouth, savoring the intimate juices still present on her lips. Her hands snaked their way down the length of a strong back. Then, her thumbs hooked on the panties pulling them urgently over the woman's thighs.

Together, the new lovers fought to keep connected through their kiss while ridding themselves of the last remnants of clothing. Now, the joy of feeling skin on skin filled them.

Deanna pushed up, supporting her weight in her arms. She moved her legs between Lauren's smoothing her thigh against the slick folds of her lover's excitement-driven intimacy. The feeling of hands on her hips guided her rhythm. A swollen nub dug into her wanting attention from her thigh. She rolled her hips and thigh to ensure that Lauren's sensitive clit would feel that teasing movement made especially for it.

Lauren caressed, over her lover's ass then reached down to smooth her fingertips over the soft lips of Deanna's sex. Her fingers entering into the warmth of her made her cry out into the mouth covering hers. She was inside of Deanna now. Little else mattered besides this fiery silkiness surrounding her. The inner muscles being controlled so effortlessly, griping her fingers caused her to seductively rake her teeth over the skin of a long neck, inspiring a soulful purr. She smiled, realizing just how much Deanna seemed to like that. Her free hand reached between them to tease the nipples jutting against her skin. She pressed herself harder against the thigh grinding against her with more urgency while her fingers moving in and out of Deanna quickened to match the pace stroke for stroke.

The air was almost palatable with the scent of sex heavy within it. The sounds of shallow breathing joined with wet friction, moans and lips smacking passionately in fevered kisses filled the room with its own music.

"Come with me," Deanna whispered breathlessly into her lover's ear.

Lauren nodded eagerly. She pushed herself over easily by seeing the image of Deanna's touching herself in front of her before. Her voice filling the air with her cry merged, with Deanna moaning her name in a breathless sound of utter devotion. She threw her head back, collapsing against the pillows while Deanna fell against her no longer able to hold herself up. Her arms immediately wrapped around the younger woman.

Together, they fought to catch their breath occasionally taking a moment to grant each other light kisses.

Deanna moved gently off of Lauren to rest against the bed. She lay on her stomach, smiling with the feel of the air touching her sweat-misted body. The hand lightly scratching over her back made her smile. "Mm, that feels nice," she purred.

Lauren rolled onto her side, pressing herself against the younger woman. She kissed a shoulder, then a delicate ear. "Lover..."

"Yes?"

Moving atop the petite woman, Lauren massaged Deanna's back. She leaned down to whisper in Deanna's ear. "Again."

Deanna laughed, turning to lie on her back. She sat up placing her hands at the small of Lauren's back, pulling her close. Her mouth kissed a hardened nipple then swirled over it with her tongue.

Wrapping her arms around Deanna, Lauren smiled while closing her eyes. This was going to be a very long and pleasurable night.

Lauren awoke the next morning with a deep inhalation. She was lying on her stomach with her left arm dangling carelessly off the bed. The wet flick against her palm caused her to focus her sleep-ridden eyes. She smiled sleepily at Jude. A short nod and a reassuring smile told her pet that she would be down to feed her soon. She closed her eyes again, letting her head fall back to the pillow while her dog padded out of the room.

Her entire body was blissfully sore. The scent of sex still loomed in the air as a reminder of what had taken place the night before and ended only a few hours ago. She smiled to herself at the feel of the arm resting along the small of her back, embracing her even in sleep while a smooth leg was draped over the back of her thigh. The sensual creature next to her was tightly pressed against her side. Lauren noticed how content Deanna seemed with her arm laying across her chest. Lifting her hand, she smoothed the sleepy woman's cheek.

The soft clicking of her dog's footsteps was joined by the sound of a gentle whimper. Lauren knew what that meant. Jude was making that whine which all dogs make just before they are about to bark. The thought of her sleeping lover being jolted back to the waking world by a loud bark caused her to sit up. She whispered to her dog urgently.

"Alright, Jude, baby. I'm awake but, we have to be real quite, okay. Deanna is still sleeping."

Jude seemed to arch her brow but, silently agreed to keep quiet, if there would be a meal involved in this negotiation.

Together, they traveled down the wooden stairs to the kitchen. Lauren found herself in high spirits as she made herself a pot of coffee. She sipped from her mug lazily, then left her dog to finish her breakfast downstairs while she went to be with the woman sleeping upstairs.

Lauren entered the room soundlessly, sitting down beside her lover. She pulled her robe closer, feeling the slight chill in the morning air. "I love you," she whispered while kissing Deanna's jaw, nuzzling her nose into a pillow of soft hair, feeling it gently tickle her face. "You are my heart."

"And you are mine," Lauren heard purred sleepily. She smiled.

"I thought you were sleeping, Deanna." Lauren set her mug down on the nightstand then used her free hand to smooth her lover's hair.

Deanna giggled softly. "Do you often swear your love to sleeping women?"

"Nah, just in my spare time."

Laughing happily, Deanna grabbed Lauren by the robe and pulled the woman to the bed with her. Together, they shared their first tender kiss of the morning.

"I love you, too," Deanna whispered against her lover's lips.

Lauren smiled. "I don't think I will ever get tired of hearing you say that."

"Good because I've no intention of stopping."

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Tales of a Stripper

I needed money badly, I fought with my parents, and being alone by then, I had to support myself depending on my own. I hate to work as a waitress or to do things that needed hard work, besides, how much can I earn monthly from such work? My parents wanted me to have a university degree, my father being a doctor, and my mother being a lawyer. She used to be very angry from me when my advisor called her from school to tell her how my academic performance was weak... I used to get endless of spankings on my ass-cheeks, as a punishment... From since I was very young, my physical features were my only, and best assets... One day at school, my teacher called me to his office to discuss with me about my grades, he tried to rape me, but I ran away from his office and nobody beleived me... Since then I considered men as pathetic, filthy creatures...

I left home when I was seventeen years old, I am blond,green eyes and have a tall body, and boys used to dream about touching my big firm breasts and ass, however, I never let them do that!

My girlfriends used to joke with me and tell me that if I worked as a stripper, I would earn thousands...

The club owner, a forty something old woman, accepted me quickly, after I showed her my naked body. I remember that day, and for three consecutive nights, she made love to me and taught me the pleasures of lesbian love... I made for her a lots of money working as a stripper in her club... One day, a regular customer, a rich fat important man, paid for her five thousand dollars to spend the night with me in a hotel. I refused and ran away from her and started work in another strip club...

There, I had to be trained how to perform special dances, and a short, butchy women had to teach us how to dance playing with an alive long snake! I was scared to death, and tried to avoid that task, however, a strong slap from the trainer on my face, made me follow her instructions well...

She came to my room that night, and with a thick 10" strap-on dildo, she fucked my brains out till morning... The other day, I coudn't walk properly because she penetrated my asshole a lot, and she abused me verbaly not being able to perform what she instructed us to do... She told me that I was hers, and warned me not to make sex with anybody else... She satisfied me sexually, and I pleasured her with my mouth always, however, she had to move to another club, " I don't want to be involved emotionally with anybody.." she told me before she left...

I had a better offer in another club, but there I had to practice a lot of training because we had to perform more professionally. I became more known and many rich men offered me thousands for one or more night, but I was happy with what I earned...

One day, after I finished work, and was going to take a taxi, a big black jeep stopped suddenly near me, the door opened and a hand pulled me inside. My eyes were blindfolded, I was scared to death. But when I heard giggles coming from females, I was a little relaxed.

In a big warehouse, in the back of the jeep, four ladies fucked me for several hours... It was dark, but I could see that two of them were in there thirties, and the other two were very young.

They had a long double ended dildo, which stayed in my pussy all the time, a very young girl held a whip and used it on me continuously, even when I was fucked, she stopped only when she straddled my face and made me lick her for endless orgasms... Another woman, loved my breasts very much, because she sucked and licked them a lot, I touched her breasts, and found them to be very small... They made me cum and cum, especially that for a long time I didn't make sex with anybody since my trainer left me... They were insatiable... After that, they took me blindfolded and dropped me near the club, all the way touching and playing with my body...

With nights passing by, I became more and more famous, and performed more professionally the dances in that club. Another great offer came to me from a fifty years old man, to dance in his well known strip club in Vegas for a good salary... I accepted the offer happily and moved there, it was a dream come true... I was very excited to watch all those men and women cheering me whenever I showed my naked body to them, it was my ultimate pleasure. However, being horny all the time, I needed sex badly, and my dildo wasn't enough for me, and I was very shy to reveal my only sexual desire, lesbian domination...

For several nights, I realised while dancing, a beautiful red-head woman staring at me diffirently, she didn't laugh or cheer like the others, and she always sat alone. She seemed to be tall and had a big bony body and to be in her thirtees... I stared at her too, but there wasn't any reaction from her, she was strange...

Two days passed and I didn't see her between the audience, I felt a great desire to be between her legs... That night after work, the boss, Mr James called me to his office, I was afraid to death, because I thought that he wanted to fuck me. But, I shivered in excitment when he asked me if I agreed to spend a night with his wife... " She is having certain bisexual fantasies...", he said, and I agreed, especially that he promised me to raise my salary...

On the way to their home, I wondered what Mr James' wife looked like. He was in his fifties, so probably his wife might be old, too. Anyway, it was only for one night, and I was horny like hell.

They had a big beautiful villa, they were very rich... The beautiful maid let me in and instructed me to wait in the salon. She spoke with me in a dominant way...

From there, I looked outside, I saw a circular swimming pool surrounded by a very beautiful garden full of roses... My heart beat fast, when I discovered that Mr James' wife, was the woman of my dreams! The amazonian red-head bombshell! She sat on a chair wearing a black leather swimsuit, she laid her leg on the table infront of her, wearing sunglasses, her body looked muscular and inticing...I felt weakness in my knees, in addition to a tingle in my pussy...

The maid came back to me, and ordered me to follow her.

" I want to try you for one night," she told me looking at me from head to toe, " If you refuse, you can get the fuck out of here". She added sternly...

I knelt infront of her, and frenzily, started to lick the soles of her feet, she looked at me amazed, I savoured every inch of her feet, sucking her toes, one by one, nibbling her heels...

" Good girl, I guess I'll keep you much longer", she told me, she was pleased, " Amanda, take her up and clean her, and put her in my room," she ordered her maid...

Before Amanda cleaned, she maid me clean her pussy very well!

"Bitch, you made me horny out there!", Amanda told me after she had an orgasm...

Clean, with full make up and naked,I waited for an hour in my mistress's big luxurious bed...

Then in a sudden, she entered the room, naked, but with a long leather whip in her hand...

For about seven days, she tried on me endless kinds of sexual positions... She even had a special room filled with chains and stuff used for BDSM... I served her and pleased her, and did my best to satisfy her sexual apetite, that was unbelievable... She never spoke to me, only when it comes to giving orders, the whole time was sex, eating, swimming, punishment and then sex...The last two days she concentrated on screwing my asshole with a dildo, the more I begged her to be mercifull, the more she fucked me there... I was her true sexual slave...

Before she ordered me to leave, near the pool, I washed the bottoms of her feet with my tongue, crying and begging her to keep me with her, but she called her maid to take me back...

After I stayed all day crying in my room, I went to work the other night, but my boss called me to tell me that I have to search for another club...

I was very tired and decided to have a short vacation in a Greek island...

I packed my things and went to the airport, dressed in a very short blue skirt and white T-shirt in addition to a blue flip-flop. I had to wait for two hours before the airplane took off, so I decided to busy myself reading a magazine. Sitting infront of me, I felt a woman staring at my long legs, and, not letting her feel it, I glanced at her. She had yellow blond hair, pony tale,and blue eyes, wearing a dark blue oficial uniform. On her hat, I read the Air France logo, so I understood that she was a captain. I was very excited, especially when our eyes met each other, and I blushed when she kept looking at me... I knew that this look was only for dominant ladies... I started to show her more of my legs pulling my skirt upwards, and I was sure that she realised my hard nipples under my thin t-shirt... Her eyes studied my whole body hungrily, and when I had the courage to look in her eyes again, she moved them towards the restroom...

I walked there hoping that my juices wouldn't drop on the floor! She followed me, and after she locked the door behind her, she came to me and pushed me to the wall, and pulled up my t-shirt and savagely sucked and licked my large breasts... I closed my eyes and raised my head in pleasure and pain and, before I was going to cum, she stopped and pushed me to kneel on the floor and made me suck her sweet perfumed pussy till she orgasmed, and on the floor, I rubbed myself to ecstacy, while she fixed herself on the mirror, and then left without telling me a word...

I came back to my seat, and she sat in the same place, but this time she never looked at me, and after thirty minutes she left to her plane!

It was a long way to Greece, and after arrival and reaching the hotel, I slept till morning.

I ordered a breakfest, and it was brought to me by a sexy Asian waitress. I wore on myself a black nightgawn.

I gave her a tip, but before going out, she stopped for a second when she saw on my bed, a ten inch strap-on dildo, which I forgot there by mistake.

" Do you use it, or someone use it on you?", she asked me directly!

" Well I.. mmm.. it is just for...," I hardly answered her...

" Mmmmm, I think you are...", she added," give it to me", and then ordered me, while taking out her cloths... She made me fix myself on the chair, and fucked me with it hardly, doggie-style, spanking my ass-cheeks... I was going to fall down, but she always held me with my hair! And after I lost counting my orgasms, she sat on the bed, took the fruit salad from my breakfest, and made me lick and eat them on her small but sexy breasts... After that, she ordered me to pour honey on her asshole sothat I can lick them there, too. Then, when she came rocking the bed, she put her cloths on telling me that every morning I must prepare myself for her...

" Yes ma'am." was my only answer...

I spent a couple of weeks there, and I was screwed night and day, either by the Asian waitress, or by a woman that picked me up on the beach... And I loved every minute of it, especially that I found work there, the whole summer, as a stripper!

My friends at school were right, but working as a stripper not only made for me a lot of money, but also I had a great time!

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The Saleswoman

Maggie opened the door to reveal a woman somewhat older than herself, maybe in her mid-forties. She was smartly turned out in a navy jacket and skirt and immediately made Maggie feel a bit dowdy. Maggie knew the appointment was for after lunch but she had not had not really bothered getting ready.

The woman smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Jan, though they had already spoken on the phone. Maggie invited her in, asking her to sit on the comfortable sofa next to her. Jan was carrying a large black bag and she placed it carefully beside her on the floor before turning to Maggie with the same sweet smile.

"Now, I understand from a friend that you were interested in looking at our products?" she began.

"Yes, that's true," said Maggie - it was Angela who'd dared her to invite Jan round.

"Now, a lot of women find what I show them a bit of a giggle and that's nothing to worry about, believe me, I'm used to it!"

Maggie just smiled - she was already nervous and half-regretting her earlier phone call inviting the saleswoman round.

"Now, what I'll show you is our catalogue, have a look and if there's anything you fancy I can whip it out and we can take a look - I carry most products with me."

She handed Maggie a glossy catalogue entitled "Marital Aids". Maggie took it with slightly shaking hands and skimmed through it. She was aware of Jan's eyes appraising her and wasn't quite sure where or what to look at.

All she'd wanted was a vibrator, but an older and wiser friend, this was Angela, insisted that if she bought mail order she could easily be disappointed. Maggie had no intention of going to a sex shop so Angela had suggested a friend of hers who was a sales rep for sex aids company. Maggie had wanted a vibrator for a number of reasons, the main one being a lack of satisfaction with her own sex life. She loved her husband dearly, but he just wasn't 'active' enough for her and was away often.

Now, as she skimmed through the catalogue there were not only vibrators, but lots of bizarre other items too, including hideous underwear and even handcuffs! She tried to concentrate on the vibrators. They seemed to fall into the 'realistic' and 'non-realistic' ones -- Maggie thought she preferred something smooth and simple as opposed to the 'veiny penis' variety.

"What about this one?" she said, tapping her finger on something white and lipstick shaped.

"Hmm, what size?" asked Jan.

That threw Maggie completely. Size? "Uhmm, medium I suppose."

"Oh, that'll be the 7-incher then," said Jan and dived into her bag of wonders.

She drew out something approximating what was in the catalogue and handed it to Maggie. Maggie held it gingerly, felt the weight, stroked the hard plastic surface and then looked blankly at Jan.

"Well, it seems ok," she said, rather vaguely - not really sure what 'features' to look for.

"Oh, that's a nice one," said Jan. "Switch it on and you'll see what I mean."

Maggie fiddled with it a while with no success so Jan leaned over, turned the base, and the thing suddenly came to life in her hands sending powerful vibrations up her arm. Maggie giggled.

"Oh! I see what you mean!"

Jan smiled back.

"Of course, you won't know if it's the right one for you until you've tried it," she said.

Maggie thought this over. "No, I suppose not!"

"Well then, would you like to do that here or somewhere more comfortable, like the bedroom?"

"What do you mean?" asked Maggie, confused.

"Well, I never make a sale until a customer is completely satisfied with the product."

Maggie was not sure she understood what Jan meant, or at least what she THOUGHT she meant.

"Of course," she said, blankly.

"Well then, if you put your legs up on the sofa and whip your panties off - no need to take your skirt off - I'll see if this is the right one for you."

Maggie gasped.

"You mean you want me to try it... now?"

"Oh yes," said Jan, unconcerned. She was already extracting a pair of thin transparent gloves from her bag. Maggie watched, stunned, as she took a small tube of lubricating gel and smeared it over the top of the vibrator. She really meant it.

Maggie suddenly felt like she'd taken a trip to the gynaecologists. Why hadn't Angela warned her? She would have at least put on some clean panties.

Maggie stood up and slipped off her panties. Jan just beamed at her and patted the sofa next to her for Maggie to sit down on. Maggie rested her head on the arm and put her feet up on the sofa. She parted her legs slightly and rolled up her skirt to her hips. Jan smiled down at the blonde curls of her pussy and then, with her gloved hands applied some more lubricating gel to the outer lips of Maggie's vagina.

"Always a good idea to use plenty of this," she said in a motherly way. "Unless you can find someone's tongue to do the trick!"

She grinned up at Maggie again but Maggie was gritting her teeth at the invading touch.

'Oh god,' she thought, 'Let me just get this over with quickly; I'll tell her I like it, whatever it feels like, and then at least it'll be over!'

"Open your legs a bit wider love," said Jan. "Some ladies like to hold their knees while I do this gives me better access!"

Maggie put one foot on the floor and hooked the other over the back of the sofa. She felt incredibly vulnerable.

"Now, just relax," said Jan, and slowly, very slowly she inserted the smooth head of the vibrator into Maggie's cunt. As she pushed it gently in she checked Maggie's face for reaction. Maggie was biting her lip and gripping the edge of the sofa.

Once it was half-way in, Jan paused.

"There, I'll just let you get used to the sensation before I turn it on. How does that feel?"

Maggie nodded dumbly. "Ok," she said, not daring to move.

Jan smiled, leaned forward with her other hand and turned on the vibrator to a low setting.

Maggie had never had a vibrator inside her before and was unprepared for the powerful sensations pulsing through her vagina and even into her colon. The feeling was wonderful and she closed her eyes with pleasure.

"Mmmm, thought you'd like that," smiled Jan. "Let me put it up a notch higher."

Now the pleasure was more intense and waves of pleasure enveloped her body. Maggie moaned slightly and shifted her hips, thrusting her pelvis to take more of the vibrator inside herself. Jan held the base firm to allow Maggie to impale herself.

"That's it love," she cooed encouragingly.

"Mmmm, I like this one," said Maggie. "I'll take it."

Suddenly Jan switched off the pleasurable vibrations and withdrew the toy leaving Maggie feeling unfulfilled.

"Oh!" she said.

"Are you sure?" queried Jan, looking doubtful.

Maggie struggled into a sitting position, flicking her skirt over her lap, trying to regain her composure.

"I... I... I think so," she said, looking to Jan for reassurance.

"No, it's just that a lot of girls make the same mistake as you - fall in love with the first one they try - and you can't really judge unless you've compared now, can you?"

"I... I suppose not," agreed Maggie.

"So, why don't I pick you out something else I think you'd like and see what you think?"

Jan delved into her bag and withdrew a slightly large looking chrome vibrator. The head was more bulbous.

"Now THIS one is for the more discerning user," said Jan. "Now, you just get comfy again."

Maggie did as she was told and Jan lifted her skirt and arranged her legs apart as she wanted them.

This time she was less gentle with the insertion. She didn't need to be too careful as Maggie's cunt was already wet. She switched the thing on and soon had Maggie squirming on the sofa.

"Oh yes," said Maggie, between gasps. "That one is great."

"See," said Jan. "I told you!"

Jan thrust the vibrator in and out a little to give her the full feeling. The chrome vibrator was almost twice as expensive as the white one and she was on commission.

When she had judged that Maggie was beginning to carried away she withdrew it sharply again.

"Oh! Oh! I just HAVE to have that one," said Maggie, her eyes sparkling.

"Hmmm," said Jan. "Let me try just one more, ok?"

"Ok," said Maggie, and lay back in the position, letting Jan do with her as she pleased.

Jan pulled out a monstrous fake phallus. It was nine inches long and covered with ridges. Maggie gasped, but Jan reassured her.

"I've seen a lot of vaginas in my time and I just know that this is what yours is hungry for!"

"Are you sure?" said Maggie. "It looks awfully big!"

"Don't worry," said Jan, "I'll be as gentle as I can. At least you're nice and lubricated now!"

Maggie looked a bit embarrassed at this reference to her cunt that was now dripping on the sofa with pleasure.

Jan put the swollen head of the vibrator to Maggie's lips. She helped Maggie pull the lips of her vagina apart so that the beast could enter.

Maggie exhaled sharply as the thing slowly filled her.

"Oh god, oh god!" she moaned as Jan pushed the thing inexorably in. She'd never felt so full in her life.

Jan grinned, "I'll just leave it there for a bit shall I? So you get used to the size?"

Maggie nodded, unable to speak.

Jan continued, "Of course that one's a little pricey, but it does come with its own little cousin, an anal version of its big brother."

She pulled out a much smaller version of the original, just bigger than a finger.

"Now this one," said Jan, putting the tip against Maggie's already stretched anus. "Goes here."

And without permission, she inserted the tip of the dildo into Maggie's anus.

Maggie was an anal virgin; she had never even thought about putting things up her bottom and now Jan was calmly violating her most intimate hole. She gasped as the tip entered. She could feel it pushing against the other dildo and when Jan started to move the two in and out she felt them slide over each other, sending spasms through her body.

Once again Jan whisked them out at just the right moment before Maggie tipped over into orgasm. Maggie lay panting and sweating on the sofa, her blouse a crumpled mess. She felt horribly empty after the two dildos were removed.

Jan smiled at her; "You want those then?"

"Yes, yes please," said Maggie.

"Now, this thing also comes with a strap attachment, but that's extra."

"Strap?" said Maggie. "What's the strap for?"

"Oh, it's so that if you and your partner wish to play, one can strap it on and use it on the other."

"How on earth does that work?" asked Maggie, intrigued at the thought of her husband with the device.

Jan paused for a minute.

"Oh here, let me show you," she said. "But I shall have to take my skirt off."

"Oh no, please," said Maggie. "I didn't mean to trouble you!"

"No, it's ok," said Jan. "But I haven't done this for a while and I'm a bit rusty, so you'll have to forgive me!"

Jan slipped her skirt round and undid the zip over her hip. Letting it slip to the floor she stepped out of it then picked it up, folded it, and placed it over the back of a chair. Maggie was a little surprised to see that she was wearing a very smart pair of black stockings and suspenders with black lace panties. Jan smiled reassuringly and then strapped the dildo to herself, adjusting it until she was wearing it like a monstrous erection.

"Oh, I see!" said Maggie.

"If you'd just like to come over here," said Jan.

Maggie complied.

"Now, could you bend over the table and raise your skirt again?"

Maggie did as she was told.

"Now what happens is that your partner can come up behind you like so," she said, moving behind Maggie. "Then it's very easy for them to penetrate you... like so."

She pushed the tip of the monstrous cock against the lips of Maggie's exposed, wet vagina.

Jan held on to Maggie's hips and pushed the cock a little way in. Maggie gasped with pleasure.

Jan smiled to herself. She thrust in and out in firm, confident strokes as Maggie desperately gripped the table.

"So... you... see... it's... really... just... a... substitute... for... the real... thing..." breathed Jan as she pumped the wickedly sized dildo in and out of Maggie's helpless vagina.

Maggie met Jan's thrusts with her hips. At the right moment Jan withdrew suddenly, leaving Maggie feeling empty and desperate for more.

"If you like that kind of thing there is something else that may interest you," she said, unstrapping the vibrator from her waist.

Maggie, slumped over the table, frustrated, and said, "What now?"

"This!" said Jan, brandishing a 12-inch double-ended dildo at her.

"Oh my god!" said Maggie. "What on earth is that for?"

Jan sighed. "Do you REALLY want me to show you?"

"Uhuh."

Sighing heavily, Jan slipped off her panties that had been put on over her suspenders.

Jan strolled to the sofa and invited Maggie to sit down beside her.

"Now, this end goes in here," she said, pushing one end of the monster into Maggie's well-lubricated cunt. "And the other end goes in... here."

At this point she opened her own legs wide to reveal her own cunt sticky with her own arousal and plunged the other end of the cock inside herself.

Maggie gasped; now they were joined at the waist like Siamese twins. The two women moved their hips on either end of the cock. Each movement one made sent vibrations along the cock to the other whose subsequent shudder reinitiated yet more waves of pleasure.

The two women writhed and moaned on the cock, pushing against each other, fucking each other and being fucked by each other. They linked arms to try and control the sensations, sweat beading their faces with the effort. Jan smiled into Maggie's eyes; it was going to be a good sale.

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