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(This story is based on a real event but the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent)

Colleen and Sheila had been friends for a number of years now and enjoyed going out shopping together; especially for new clothing. Each woman was a married mother who was into their middle aged years; Colleen was 40 and Sheila 38. Each enjoyed trying out new clothing at shops they went to and generally dressing up, but Colleen tended to be the more staid of the two and, at her age, rarely ventured into something more exotic or provocative in her appearance.

One afternoon, after a long day of shopping and enjoying their day together, the two women returned back to Sheila’s house to try out some of their new clothes, as they were wont to do, and continue their gossipy chit chat. After getting cool refreshments, the ladies sat down together at the couch and began their conversation, whereupon Sheila suggested they examine their purchases more closely; something Colleen easily complied with.

Pulling out the various skirts, tops and other articles of clothing, the women sifted through each other’s acquisitions and held them up to their bodies to model them to one another.

“Hey, why don’t we actually change into some of these clothes to see what they look like on us?” Sheila suggested innocently.

“That’s a great idea, Sheila, I’d love to see how we look and always wanted to be a model!,” Colleen chortled at the thought.

Both women were quite tall; Colleen was 5’9″ while Sheila was 5’7″, but although both were showing some of the tell tale signs that they were approaching mid-life and had children, the latter was generally the thinner and fitter looking of the two; as Colleen was rather curvier and more buxom, without being chubby; more voluptuous than anything. To be expected, Colleen’s breasts were larger, at 40D to Sheila’s 36C, with wider, well rounded hips compared to the still shapely features of Sheila’s frame. Sheila’s complexion was paler, with crystal blue eyes and wavy, shoulder length dirty blond hair, while Colleen had long, thick, auburn hair, green eyes and a slightly darker toned complexion with a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose.

The women were dressed quite plainly for their day out: Sheila in a tee, plus tee shirt bra and jeans and Colleen in a buttoned up knitted top, full cup bra and Capri pants.

Sheila bounced up with her purchases and pulled out a pretty pleated skirt and fine sheer white blouse. Colleen quickly joined her, also bouncing up in such a way that Sheila noticed her sizeable breasts leap up then drop into a fine jiggle with her. Although she had once ‘fooled around’ a little with another woman when she was much younger, Sheila had never really thought of her friend this way. Now she was feeling a strange sensation in the core of her lower abdomen and down through her pelvis and hips. It was a little bit of an unusual feeling, so she was about to write it off as nothing when she happened to glance down and notice that her nipples were pushing through the thin fabric of her tee-shirt, in spite of her tee-shirt styled bra. It was also apparent that Colleen could see the same thing, so Sheila just evinced an awkward, nervous grin and tried to get the two back on topic.

“So, you first, I’d love to see that cute little tube dress you bought or maybe that flowery sun dress you got for summer,” Sheila smiled more confidently at her friend, which seemed to do the trick as far as avoiding the obvious.

“Ok, sure, I’ll try each in turn . . . but don’t laugh when I get changed, alright?” Colleen pleaded with her friend.

“Now why would I laugh at one of my best friends? . . . . I am sure you will be fine!” Sheila reassured her friend, stroking back Colleen’s lovely, thick auburn hair; tilting her head a little with a warm smile on her face. “One thing, though, you have to try on your new lingerie too, ok?”

Colleen was a little dumfounded at the request. The two had frequently tried on new outfits in each others’ living rooms or bedrooms; even mixing and matching clothes with one another, where they would fit, but this was different. Other than occasionally quickly slipping off and on a new bra or bikini top, the two had never tried on new lingerie while they were together.

“I’m not sure . . . even the panties?” Colleen asked apprehensively, lightly biting her lower lip, “I’m a little scared of what I have on, let alone changing them in front of you.”

“Oh, don’t be such a prude, Colleen! There’s nothing you have I haven’t seen before. We’re both grown, mature, married women. If you want, I will even close my eyes while you change them, ok? Besides, I’ll start changing right after you. So we’ll hardly notice each other the whole time!”

Colleen nodded timidly then proceeded to begin the ritual; quickly unbuttoning her top in a way that was unusually frantic for her. After removing her top she reach down to her pants and similarly unclasped ataşehir escort them and began to tug them down; all the while trying to shield her body from Sheila’s view, which only heightened her friend’s curiosity. Sheila had soon joined her friend in the act of removing articles of clothing; starting with the quick pull over of her tee and its accompanying bra, followed by the unhitching and zipping of her jeans and leaving them part way down, enough to expose a bit of her black thong underneath, before she stopped to inspect her friend who was inching farther away from her.

“What you trying to hide, honey?” Sheila began to tease, pulling at Colleen’s arm to make her come away from behind the couch she was almost hiding behind. Colleen only pulled away to avoid exposure, which merely elicited a more physical grab by her more lithe friend. The resulting tussle caused Sheila’s breasts to flap about uncontrollably, occasionally pummeling the side and arm of her larger friend, while Colleen’s own, larger mammaries still managed to shake until her bra strap fell down her shoulder and allowed one breast to break partially free from its bra cup. Although neither woman had entered into this altercation within any hint of sexual desire, the actions soon led to that very thing; albeit at a truly nascent level. Each felt a tinge of pleasure in their engagement, both feeling warmth and slight wetness affect their pubes and, in alternating turn, they noticed much firmer, perkier nipples pushing forth from their breasts. Since she had already removed her bra as well as top, Sheila’s breasts were the more obvious and Colleen’s eyes widened at what she was witnessing. Sheila was no less entranced, although her view of Colleen’s nipples was limited to the one free, left orb that, even then, was only partially free from its cloth cage.

Finally, as the women wrestled, Sheila managed to drag Colleen just far enough from the back of the couch to see why her friend had been hiding. There, right before her, was her dearest, old friend standing in undergarments she’d have expected to see her mother or grandmother would wear. She released her friend and burst out laughing at what she saw.

“Granny panties! I can’t believe it, you’re actually wearing granny panties!”

Colleen blushed and shrunk back in embarrassment.

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!” Colleen frowned and put her head in her hands and shed a few tears in her shame.

Sheila rolled her eyes but felt pity on her friend; taking her into her arms, she tenderly held her, stroking her hair and rubbing her back with the two women’s now bared breasts gently, but firmly, pressed together in their embrace.

“Oh, now, now, honey! It’s not that big a deal, I was only teasing. It’s just that you should think about wearing something a little less frumpy and more stylish for a woman of your looks and distinction.”

At this point, Sheila could feel her companion’s hardening nipples graze her bosom, eliciting an unusual sensation in her own breasts, as well as in her vagina. Her hand gently traveled down Colleen’s back, to the base of her spine, caressing her soft skin before finding the tips of her fingers tracing the edge of Colleen’s plain undergarment.

“You should think of something much more sensual and pretty than these old lady’s clothes,” Sheila again chuckled a little, her mouth near Colleen’s neck as they hugged; her breath blowing into her friend’s ear, tickling it and making Colleen squirm in these same unadorned panties as they increasingly gather the wetness seeping from between her legs.

“But, what should I wear? . . . I mean, I’ve worn some lingerie, but only for special occasions; not for everyday wear,” Colleen pulled her head back a little to look into Sheila’s face as she spoke, feeling their nipples caress each other and still aware of her friend’s fingers gingerly running along the waistband of her underpants.

“Hmmmm, well since it is clear you didn’t buy any lingerie, I’ll have to think about that, but first let’s get these off you, alright?” and before Colleen could speak or protest in anyway, Sheila’s hands slid inside her panties; spending more time than would normally be expected for someone just helping her friend undress feeling the curvaceous woman’s bottom and hips, then gradually tugging them down toward her knees. As Sheila slowly tore down her chum’s simple wear, she could see her obvious excitement by how sticky and wet the panties were around their lower front, how much her clitoris seemed to be protruding and the pungent scent that quickly wafted through the air and filled Sheila’s nostrils as they made their way down past Colleen’s delightful flower.

“I’m . . . I’m not sure about this, this is . . . different,” Colleen nervously stammered and grabbed at her panties, trying to pull them back over her hips.

“Don’t worry, girl friend, it’s just me and I’m only trying to help you have a little more mecidiyeköy escort style in all your clothing; you deserve it you know?” Sheila whispered breathily, as her fingers slipped back inside the ‘granny panties’ and caressed then more deeply rub over her friend’s buttocks and hips in an attempt to reassure her and help pull the underwear away from her bottom again. Colleen gasped and moaned a little at Sheila’s touch, her legs parting a little more as well, thereby exposing her hairy muff even more as the panties began to pull away from her fanny. Colleen soon could tell Sheila’s face was very near her pubic area, as her warm breath streamed over her thighs and pussy; she glanced down to see Sheila’s transfixed gaze on her lower anatomy and felt a tingling as Sheila’s fingers ran down her legs with the dampened panties. The mop of coarse hair became more exposed with each shift of the fabric drawing back like a curtain down her thighs; the dewy evidence of her heightened arousal lining the crotch of her panties and dampening down much of this same coarse hair, with its pungent scent filling the air around the two women as the cloth peeled away.

Sheila actually felt her tongue lick over her upper lip as her hands glided down over Colleen’s rounded curves and her face inched nearer to her furry vulva. As the matronly undergarment slid down past Colleen’s knees, Colleen could feel the intensified rush of warm air that was Sheila’s breath getting closer to her mound. Looking down she could see Sheila’s mesmerized gaze and the nearness of her partially opened lips to her bushiest region. Colleen felt unable to control her movements as she began to shift her hips and open her legs more in sync with the inching, trance like movement of her friend toward her pussy.

Colleen tried to regain her composure and break the trance by speaking, “W-w-what would you think would look better on me; considering my figure?”

Sheila snapped out of her state and looked up to Colleen, her face but a couple of inches from its unplanned destination.

“I might have one or two things you could try on,” with that she helped Colleen step out of her panties but before she could reach for her shopping bag, she slipped a little and found her face almost pressed to Colleen’s wild womanhood. She returned to an entranced state, still feeling uncertain about these feelings, and gingerly ran her fingers over her friend’s hips; drawing closer to her pubic region.

“Would you mind, if I just slightly touched you?”Sheila bit her lip and blushed in embarrassment at what she was saying. Colleen joined Sheila in her crimson shade, feeling a rush of excitement and uncertainty wash over her.

“You mean, just run your fingers over my . . . my,” she was unable to complete her sentence, instead just nodding her approval. Sheila gently ran her fingers through Colleen’s pubic hair and over her fleshy mound; just grazing her clitoris and lips with her smooth, soft digits. Colleen gasped a little and moaned quietly, shifting her hips and opening them in response to Sheila’s sensual, albeit rather timid, manipulations.

“May I . . . kiss it . . . I mean just a little kiss near the top? It just looks so cute . . . never felt quite like this before, but it is, it’s prettier than I ever thought of these things,” Sheila softly pleaded before dropping her head down in shame at asking such am unseemly thing.

“Well, I guess, maybe, sure . . . I mean just a little one wouldn’t hurt. It’s just so weird,” Colleen offered and Sheila dreamily nodded her agreement at this sentiment. “I’ve just, well you know, I’ve never done this sort of thing before.”

“Nor have I . . . stop me if you feel uncomfortable at this ok?” and with that Sheila leaned in and sweetly pecked a kiss on the nub of Colleen’s clit; resulting in another small gasp and moan from an obviously excited Colleen.

Sheila took this as her cue to continue and even push the boundaries a little more. She could feel Colleen’s coarse, dark hair scratch her face and even enter her mouth and nostrils. She could smell the strong and growing odor of her excited friend. She could taste the salty, tangy flavor around her dear friend’s clitoris; finding it both overwhelming and enticing at the same time. She could sense the almost electric excitement coursing through Colleen’s body as her mouth gathered round more of Colleen’s clitoris, suckling and even chewing a little on it with greater anticipation and delight. Within little time, Colleen’s already spongy vagina began to exhibit drops of fluid inching their way down the insides of her fulsome thighs. Colleen shifted and clenched her thighs then let them open up more than before, as Sheila’s hands found their way over her hips; caressing and fondling her buttocks.

“Oh Sheila, I . . . I never knew how amazing this could feel . . . you’re wonderful,” Colleen stammered and moaned; her fingers stroking back and playing in Sheila’s orhanlı escort thick hair as Sheila’s mouth worked its charms on Colleen’s bushy vulva and deeper between the crevice of her labial lips.

Sheila’s hand roamed freely over her friend’s body as her mouth moved from timid nibbling to full on licking and sucking Colleen’s hirsute pie. Her gliding hands glided from Colleen’s bottom, up over her sides and teasingly caressing and rubbing her finely endowed bosom, tweaking and turning her large, distended nipples; ensuring numerous moans of satisfaction and excitement, finally leading to a shuddering orgasm that drench Sheila’s face and splattered over her hair.

“Girl, I had no idea you were a squirter!,” Sheila chuckled as her tongue finished cleaning up Colleen’s sticky hole.

“Now give us a kiss and let’s see if there’s something else you could wear under that cute little skirt you’ve bought,” Sheila grinned, stood up and gave her companion a deep, sensual, wet kiss ensuring Colleen tasted deeply of her own juices. Colleen gasped and looked dazed, as her friend handed her the lovely little skirt Colleen had bought, as well as a thong that came from her own shopping bag and was certainly too small for the curvaceous Colleen. Nevertheless, as commanded, Colleen slipped on the thong, feeling it barely slide over her full, round hips that barely covered her pussy- thereby ensuring much of her pubic hair poked out of the sides with her lips and clitty highly visible; something that became all the more evident due to it becoming wet from the recently climaxed woman.

“Mmmmm very pretty,” Sheila crowed as her fingers ran over the thong clad Colleen’s mound, “it really suits you to have just cute, tiny underwear. You just seem so desirable.” She giggled and kissed Colleen again, their breasts gently slapping together, before Sheila helped Colleen slip on the skirt.

It was certainly a shorter skirt than Colleen usual wore, but she wanted something to wear for the coming summer and felt a short, breezy skirt like this would keep her cool. Sheila quickly joined her, slipping on her own new pleated skirt that was even shorter than Colleen’s, but since she had already given her friend her new thong, she remained bare underneath it.

“Don’t you just look adorable! Take a turn for me, girl,” Sheila ran her fingers over Colleen’s skirt down her hip and thigh. Colleen giggled like a school girl and began her sensual parade.

Sheila gazed at her friend’s amazing frame, her breasts bouncing as she strode, her skirt barely covering the tops of her thighs, her wondrous hips swaying to a beat that was only in her head and her long, thick, albeit now sensuously messy auburn just teasingly touching the tops of her heavy bosom with her movement. Sheila was once again filled with an immense lust for what she saw, a lustfulness she had never known before and one she was not sure about as yet, but did not seem able to control.

“Oh Colleen, you look so radiant, so . . . yummy!” Sheila made her own sensual way over to her somewhat stunned friend, her smaller, but still sizably perky breasts jiggling wildly with her fast pace, her mini skirt’s hem flapping up just enough to demonstrate that there was nothing left to the imagination underneath, her eyes full of fire that very nearly frightened the older woman; until she felt the soft embrace of her friend and their breasts pressing so sweetly together, and the pleasing caress of Sheila’s hands under her skirt squeezing and caressing her big hips and cheeks.

“I need to taste you again and . . . I want you to taste me too . . . if that’s alright?” Sheila reverted to her more timid self again once she realized what she’d done, but upon finding her friend’s hands sliding under her skirt and reciprocating her manipulations, felt assured that it was a mutual desire.

“Mmmmm I would love that, Sheila, but I feel strangely interested in examining your lovely body first before you do that to me again,” Colleen blushed at her own indiscreet words, a tinge of guilt at what she was doing and was about to do to Sheila ran through her with a shiver, as she hesitated a second before finding her knees buckle until her face landed crotch level before Sheila. Sheila giggled like a school girl and slowly lifted the hem of her already short skirt thereby revealing her womanly attributes that lay between her legs.

Colleen slowly moved nearer to Sheila’s delicate pussy and found that a scent she would have previously found almost disgusting and anything but arousing, an intoxicating odor to her senses. Her nose pressed closer to Sheila’s vagina and took in the especially tangy bouquet that surrounded Sheila, then found the tip of her tongue gently darting out of her mouth to taste a little dribble of her feminine juices that she saw running down her friend’s vulva. The taste was extraordinary to Colleen, as it was much more pronounced than what she experienced in their kiss not long before; salty and as tangy as it smelt, not at all the repugnant fluid she had always expected. She repeated her friend’s sweet gesture with a similar kiss upon the nub of Sheila’s clitoris and heard the soft, pleading sounds of her friend and the warm caresses of her hand over her back and strokes through her hair.

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Kelly & Haley’s Summer Of Sexual Adventure

Chapter 1: Coming Out

It was the last day of school, summer was set to start, hazy spring sunshine made way for brighter longer days, the cool breeze that kept the temperature down was easing down to still hot days that would only be interrupted by the occasional thunder storm. However, the weather was the last thing on Kelly’s mind as she walked back to Haley’s house. Her body was changing, hair had grown in places were it had never been before, her breast’s had changed from flat mounds to a full and rounded c-cup. Her body was feeling differing emotions, she found herself becoming sexually excited, although not always at the thought of a boy’s touch, although she always found herself getting excited at the thought of her own touch.

‘Hay what you thinking about’ asked Haley as she opened the door into her home.

‘What oh nothing, just how great it is to be free of college’. Kelly lied to mask her true emotions.

‘Yeah, pretty fucking great isn’t’. Kelly laughed at her friends swearing, as she looked over at her friend she noticed her long tanned legs, she must have been nearly six foot. Unlike herself Haley only wore stockings in winter to keep the cold out. In many respects the two girls were the opposite of each other. One tall tanned, with short blond hair and striking features, while the other was small and porcelain white, with long black hair and soft features. Their personalities too where almost the direct opposite of each other, Kelly quite, restrained and reserved, Haley loud, outgoing and playful. But the two girls shared a bond that went back many years. They had both gone to the same all girl school which they left at he age of 16 after finishing their GCSE’s. The town they lived in was too small to have a proper college, which meant that they had to do their A-levels in a six-form, which was part of a school. This had major disadvantages, they still had to wear a uniform and do sports and religious education. Although it also meant that they were no-longer in an all girl school, which Haley found to be most interesting, although Kelly was less pleased. However, now this was all over, they were both 18 and had finished their A-level’s and soon to be off to university.

‘What you looking at Kelly’, Haley said as she sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV.

‘Your legs, I wish I had legs like yours, their so long and brown’. Kelly realised what she was saying and become slightly embarrassed by her utterances. The girls sat and chatted for awhile, talking about their plans for the summer and the end of another year of school. Haley took a great deal of pleasure from the fact that her friend found her to attractive.

‘Let’s go up to my room, there’s nothing on the box’, Haley said.

‘OK’. As Kelly followed Haley up the stairs she was given a close up view of her best friends legs, and her firm and rounded arse. Haley lay on her bed and Kelly sat in the chair opposite they continued their chat and eventually the topic of discussion turned to boys.

‘What do you think of tom’, asked Haley.

‘His kind of a arsehole, his always teasing me’.

‘He only does that cause he fancies you’.

‘He does not’, Kelly said with a tone of embarrassment.

‘Oh of course he dose, most of the boys fancies you, they love those huge tits of yours’. Kelly noticed how as Haley said this her eyes lingered over her breasts. ‘Did I ever tell you about the time I saw him and Phill in the locker room’

‘No’. Kelly wasn’t as interested in this as she felt she should be, although she noticed the twinkle in Haley’s deep blue eyes as she remembered whatever it was she had seen.

‘I happened to walk by the changing room after swimming and I heard the two of them talking about whacking off. I kind of got curios and edged my head around the corner and caught a look in. I didn’t get a good view because I heard someone else walking by, but’. Haley paused for dramatic effect, and could fill the wet heat growing in her panties. Kelly could also feel a similar wet heat, she also knew her nipples were growing, a fact that her light cotton bra couldn’t hide from Haley eyes. ‘They were hung like donkeys’ Haley again paused she noticed Kelly’s prominent nipples and also felt her own begin to harden, both girls could feel something different in the atmosphere of the room. This was the same room in which they had played together in as children, but they were no longer children anymore.

‘What do you mean, “hung like donkeys”‘, Kelly asked rather naively.

‘Tom was at least six inches and Phill ten, this was when they were slack’ As Haley told her friend this she put hands out and showed her what this meant, like a fisherman telling the tale about the one that got away.

‘Slack’, Kelly again asked naively.

‘Slack, you know don’t you, when his not erect’, Haley caught the unsure look on Kelly face. ‘When a boy gets excited avcılar escort his cock gets bigger, sometimes it can double in size. Imagine the size of Phill’s cock if it doubled in size it would be fucking huge’

‘Wow’. Kelly said, she was excited but not from the tale that Haley had told her, but rather from the excitement that it had generated in Haley. ‘do you,…’, Kelly left her half unuttered sentence hanging in the air.

‘What’ Said Haley, as she spoke she steered at her friends beautiful face, she had long straight black hair that came down to the middle of her back, that she wore in a pony tail. Her skin was porcelain white unlike her own rich golden tan. Her eyes were a deep dark brown, almost as dark as her hair. To round this off she had large pouty lips that screamed to be kissed.

‘Do you ever play with you self’.

‘What do you mean’, Haley knew exactly what she meant, but enjoyed making Kelly feel uncomfortable.

‘You know, touch yourself’, Kelly waited for a answer that didn’t come. ‘Touch you pussy and stuff’. As she said the words she moved her eyes away from Haley’s in embarrassment and looked down at her hands in her lap.

‘About once every day now’. With this Kelly’s eyes shot back up and steered directly into Haley’s. Haley realising that she once again had Kelly’s attention continued. ‘I must have started about a year back, kind of rubbing myself then for the last couple of months I kind of do it every time I get home from college when my parents aren’t home’. She could feel the heat in her pussy grow, it was spreading to her small breasts at the same time. ‘What about you’

‘I play with myself but I’ve only just sort of started, I mean I don’t do it as much as you’. Kelly felt the atmosphere in the room begin to heat up as the conversation of the two girls became more sexual.

‘Do you ever think about stuff when you rub your cunt.’ Asked Haley.

‘Some times, why, what do you think about’.

‘OK, but promise you won’t tell anyone’. Kelly nodded. ‘I’m in the boys changing room at school with Phill and Tom and some of the other boys, their taking it in turns to fuck me, in all my holes. Sometimes it’s just me, Tom and Phill, and Tom’s got his dick in my cunt and Phill’s got his cock in my arse at the same time. The bit that gets me most turned on is when after fucking me they cum all over my face’. Although this was a shocking fantasy for a girl so young, it was by no means Haley’s most darkest dream, this involved the changing room next door.

‘What do you mean “cum”‘

‘His seamen, you remember from sex ed right, the stuff that gets you pregnant’

‘Jesus, women like that sort of thing’. Kelly was shocked at the filthy nature of Haley’s fantasy. She had always know that Haley had a dirty mind, she had started to swear at the age of eight, but this was on another scale altogether. ‘How did you come up with that’

Haley was pleased to see her friend taking such a interest in her fantasies. ‘My Dad’s got some porn films that I sometimes watch and that’s one of my favourite scenes. In one of his magazines, that I read, it said there was one woman who was fucked by 600 different guys in one big gang bang’. The heat in her panties rose as images of the various porn films she had watched flashed across mere mind. At the same time Haley squeezed her thighs together applying the slightest of pressure to her pussy. ‘So what do you think about when your playing with yourself’

‘Boys touching me and stuff’, Kelly said, although this was not the whole truth, more often then not it was girls touching her.

‘Show me what you do’. To Kelly this almost sounded like a order coming from Haley.

‘Now’, Kelly replied quizzically

‘Yeah now, in front of me, I’ll give you some tips on how to play with that sweet cunt of yours’, Haley said with a dirty grin.

Again this sounded like a order, but Kelly found her usual wall of restraint beginning to crumble as her best friend practically ordered her to masturbate in front of her very eyes. Without saying a word she stretched her legs out resting them on the bed in front of Haley, giving her friend a perfect view up her skirt. She began to peel her black stockings down slowly, as she bent over to pull them away from her toes she could smell Haley’s thick arousal. Kelly then stood up and began to loosen her red tie, slowly she pulled it away. Then she began to unbutton her shirt, button by button, taking her time, eventually slipping it off leaving it laying on the floor. Then she turned around facing away from Haley reaching behind her she unfastened her light grey pleated skirt which she slowly pulled down bending over as she did, she paused for a moment with her bum only inches away from Haley. She had no need to do this, she could have stripped off in seconds rather then the minutes it took her now. It was not simply that it was in front of her friend, istanbul escort bayan she had done this hundreds of times before in sports, but there was something strange and new happening today and stripping this way, today, felt right. As she turned to face Haley once again she noticed a red glow to her friend cheeks and the now obvious hardness of her nipples, she could even make out the contours the aureole the puffy area surrounding the nipples trough her pure white shirt.

‘And your pants and bra girl’. Again Kelly noticed Haley ordering her and again she followed her orders. I felt good to free her “huge tits” as Haley had called them, letting them hang free and in part reliving the pressure on her nipples. Again Kelly turned her back to Haley, slowly she peeled off her panties, bending over as she did this. Peeled was the operative word, she was so damp they had stuck to the contours of her pussy. Again she took her time, giving Haley a good view of her soft backside, that was now slightly glistening with its wetness.

I sat back down in the chair, and pushed myself back then I put my feet on the edge and spread my legs as far apart as was possible. I could see that Haley had moved forward on the bed and she was now sitting on the edge, her face was only a couple of feet away from my now naked body. With my audience paying me complete attention I began the main section of my show. With my left hand I took hold of my soft breast and began to pull at my nipple. With my other hand I began to rub by stiff bud, it was harder and large then I had ever know it to be before. Then…

‘It’s called you clitoris’, Haley said.

I began to rub my “clitoris” gently with my index and middle finger, while my other fingers massaged those other parts of my pussy they could reach. My soft gentle movements eventually changed. My left hand began to painfully pull at my, now sore, nipple, although this hurt the pain gave me a deep feeling of pleasure. At the same time my movement across my clitoris became harsher and faster, all my fingers began to concentrate on the part of my body that gave me the most pleasure. Juices began to pour out of the opening of my pussy and the air became heavy with my sweet musky aroma. I never actually told my hands to do the things the were doing they just seemed to do it all of their own accord. I was reaching my peak, that glorious feeling was almost upon me, quicker then it had ever come before. I closed my eyes and flopped my head back and imagined that the hands giving me such extreme pleasure were not my own but rather those of Haley. As a image of Haley formed in my mind I exploded in ecstasy. I screamed out as pleasure erupted all over my body, and for a brief instance the whole world faded away and I was left only feeling pure golden pleasure.

‘Not bad for a novice’ Haley’s words brought Kelly back to reality, she slowly lifted her head up, as she did she noticed a broad smile of delight across Haley’s face, to which she replied in kind.

‘Now girl watch closely and lean form a expert’. Haley said with a air of cocky confidence.

After Kelly’s show it was my turn to put on a exhibition one she would never forget. I all but ripped my shirt buttons off my in my haste to get at my tits. I couldn’t afford the time to do a slow striptease as Kelly had done, the need to get to my cunt was too great. I opened my bra at the front and left it to hang open alongside my shirt. I didn’t even bother to take off my tie just slightly pushed to one side so I could get to my tits, although I had the filthy feeling that I would be concentrating on my cunt too much to play with my nip’s. I hiked my black mini skirt up to my waist. Then I stretch the crouch of my grey cotton panties to the side of my now considerably swollen cunt. Now with my spots exposed I moved back from the edge of the bed resting against the wall, bringing my long golden legs up and spreading them apart. As I did this Kelly moved forward for a closer view and I caught a filthy dirty look in her eyes. She was obviously not a impartial spectator leaning how to please herself, this meant more to her. I realised the extent to which I held her in my sway. As I leaned back I rubbed my right index finger over my slit, then I brought my finger up to my month and let my juice ooze onto my out reaching tongue. While I did this I looked directly into Kelly’s eyes, I made a big show off swallowing the delicious juice down.

‘What does it taste like’, Kelly asked me, as she said this I knew I was going to make this girl mine, I just had to work out the how.

‘Sweet and warm’ I replied finally. I used my left hand to rub my clit, not slow and unsure like Kelly, I started as I meant to go on, fast and furiously. With my right hand I began to rub the folds of my cunt. My breathing soon became heavy and quick. Then I inserted the middle finger into my gapping cunt, as I did this I heard içmeler escort Kelly gasp and I threw her a smile. The heat in my cunt grew immensely now as I began to push my finger in and out, in and out, in and out. I could feel my nip’s getting harder and harder as the pressure within me began to build. Kelly had by now shifted further forward, her delicate face was only about a quarter of a foot away from my cunt. I withdrew my middle finger and slowly moved it downward towards my arsehole, then I slowly moved it in, once it was all the way there I pulled it out and then quickly pushed back in, then again quicker and quicker and quicker, in and out, in and out, in and out. With my spare hand I put my middle finger back into my cunt and used my thumb to rub my now huge clit. There was a burning stinging feeling in my arse, but this combined with the pleasure from my clit and cunt into one of pure ecstasy, then as my orgasm drew closer I stopped.

‘Were did you learn that’ Kelly asked, with her head still only inches from my cunt and still looking directly at it.

‘Porn… Film…’ I said breathlessly.

‘Does it hurt’

‘No… feels… fucking…great’, her head was still in position, I knew what kept her there, I often fucked myself in front of the mirror, and always loved the look of my gapping holes after a good fingering.

‘That looked great’, I wasn’t sure if she meant for herself or me.

‘not… finished…take off…my pants’

‘What’

‘NOW’, it was all the energy I could muster to scream out. Kelly did as she was told, and slowly pulled off my pants. As she got to my feet I noticed how she brought my dripping pants to her nose, although she tried to hid it. What a fucking beautiful sluty sight I must have been. My shirt and bra open exposing my tiny tits, rock hard puffy nip’s and my tie hanging down in-between. My black mini skirt pulled up around my tummy exposing my now slimy cunt and arsehole, which were gapping open and begging for more attention. To top it off my best friend was laying down in front of me naked with her face once again only inches away from that most glorious of places.

‘Your pussy, it’s bald’. Kelly was now paying very close attention. ‘Have you not grown any pubic hair yet’.

‘Shaved…it off’. For the past couple of months I had been shaving my cunt and arse so that all was left was a thin strip of blond hair running vertically from just above my clit for about two inches, just like the girls in the porn films and magazines I looked at.

I again moved my left hand to my clit and began to rub, although this time slower. I pushed three fingers into my cunt at the same time with my other hand. I slowly began to ease them in and out, in and out, in and out. I quickly began to reach my orgasm again, I stopped rubbing my clit, and slowly pulled out my fingers, along with a good deal of juice. I let my cunt juices flow down from my finger tips until my whole hand glistened in the light. Then I slowly began to push all my fingers in, leaving only my thumb outside of my cunt. I pushed again, in and out, in and out, in and out. The pleasure was almost too much. My hart felt like it was going to exploded as it pumped my boiling blood down to my cunt then back up to my tits and back down again. Then at the brink of my orgasm I pulled my fingers out of my cunt so that only the tips were inside of me. I waited for a few seconds until my orgasm subsided once more, then I pushed them back in along with my thumb, again I had to stop as I reached my peak. By now I had my eyes closed, but I knew that Kelly’s eye were looked onto my cunt which now had half my hand imbedded within. I caught my breath as my impending orgasm subsided, then I began to push in deeper, deeper, deeper until my whole hand was wrist deep in my cunt. I began to push in and out, in and out, in and out, quicker and deeper, quicker and deeper, quicker and deeper, my hand was like a slick piston in a Ferrari engine, pounding away. I again began to rub my clit furiously with my spare hand, I was once more reaching my peak, this time I didn’t stop I just kept pounding away at my cunt, quicker and quicker. Then my first orgasm hit me, quickly followed by another then another.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck’. I screamed out until I couldn’t scream any more. As wave after wave of bliss swept over me I pulled my fist out followed by a tidal wave of cunt juice. My orgasm continued as a rubbed my clit and now began to pull had and painfully at my nip’s with my beautiful glistening slimy right hand. I knew what was coming and it would be a sight to behold. I continued to rub and pull faster and harder, and then as I reached the point of blacking out, my cunt erupted like a volcano. I began to squirt juice like a fountain, far more beautiful then those in Rome or Madrid, my hands stopped my body shuddered as orgasm after orgasm hit me and gush after gush of cunt juice burst out of me. The last thing I saw before closing my eyes and giving into bliss was some juice hit Kelly in the eye. With one last shout of fuck I slipped away to nothingness, the world was black, all I could feel was a warm wetness and my cunt and arse holes twitching, I was in nirvana and it was the best it had ever been.

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Janet and Debbie had plans to go out to the bar this evening and they began getting ready for it. Debbie made the comment to Janet that they were going to be getting dressed for the first time in a few days and Janet told her that it was too bad because she wouldn’t be able to see Debbie’s tits and pussy whenever she wanted and that she enjoyed them being naked all the time at home, but would she not wear a bra or panty’s? Debbie told her that she had no intentions of wearing either of them. Janet gave her a big grin and told her, “That’s my girl.”

Debbie ask Janet if she were going to wear a bra and panty’s and Janet told he, “of course not, you know better then that sweetheart, then ask her, shall we go?” As they were getting in the car, Janet’s shirt hiked up enough to expose her pussy and she didn’t bother to pull it down and Debbie told her that she thought that was very sexy. As soon as they were in their seats, Debbie reached over and started massaging Janet’s pussy. Janet let out a small moan as Debbie stuck two fingers in her pussy and began finger fucking her. Janet’s pussy was soaked and Debbie took her fingers out of Janet’s pussy, licked them off and that caused Janet to have an orgasm!

Janet turned around in the seat with her back leaning against the door, reached over and pulled Debbie’s head straight to her pussy and told Debbie, “eat my pussy, you got me so fucking wet and horny, eat my pussy before we get to the bar, I want you to lick and eat my pussy right this minute.” Debbie didn’t need any prodding and she started licking and eating Janet’s pussy. Janet spread her legs as wide as she could get them so Debbie could get at her pussy better. Debbie’s tongue was working its wonders on Janet’s pussy. Licking her pussy lips, then driving her tongue into Janet’s pussy!

Fuck, Janet was thrashing on the seat and Debbie had a hard time bringing Janet to an orgasm, but she did! Janet went wild as an orgasm hit her and she locked her legs around Debbie’s head and held her tight to her pussy until the orgasm subsided! Janet turned back around in the seat and told Debbie that they better get going or they would never get to the bar. Debbie smiled at Janet and told her that would be fine with her. They could go back into the house, get naked again and eat each other’s pussy! Janet laughed at that, but had to agree with Debbie that it was a very good idea, and they would do exactly that as soon as they got back from the bar.

Debbie’s pussy was getting wet and she was horny, so she stuck two fingers in her pussy and started finger fucking herself as Janet pulled out of the driveway and took off down the road. Debbie continued to finger fuck herself until she had an orgasm just as Janet pulled into the parking lot of Club 21. They went in and found a table near the back of the bar. After a couple hours of drinking and dancing, Janet began to notice a table of five women next to them and it seemed as thought they were kind of treating one of the girls rudely.

It looked like no one was talking to her much and when they did, it was with sarcasm and rudeness. It looked as though she were about ready to cry at times. She pointed this out to Debbie and she took notice of it too. They girls were young, maybe collage age, but had to be twenty one at least to be drinking in the bar. The girls would get up and dance, but they never ask the sandy haired blond to dance at all, she just sat there looking miserable. She looked at Janet and Janet smiled back at her, then the girl looked away, but Janet noticed that she kept glancing at Debbie and her. Janet noticed that the girl was exceptionally pretty and her tits looked just the right size for her and her ass looked as it were made just for her. Janet pointed it out to Debbie and asks Debbie if she thought that the girl might like to meet them and Debbie told her that it would be nice and that was a good idea.

So when Janet caught the girl glancing at her again, Janet motioned for the girl to come over. Reluctant at first, the girl thought, “what the heck, why not.” So she got up and went over to their table and said, “hi”, Janet and Debbie both told her “hi” and ask her if she would like to sit with them for awhile. She didn’t want to intrude, but Debbie and Janet insisted she sit with them and have a drink or two, so why not get her drink and come on back to their table. When she returned, Debbie and Janet offered her a chair between them and introduced their selves. The girl introduced herself and told them her name was Donna, and that she was new in town, going to collage here, 22 years old, from the UK and didn’t know anyone except the girls she was with. Debbie ask her why the girls she was with were treating her so baldy and Donna told her that she didn’t know and if she had somewhere else to stay while she was going to school, she would stay there instead.

The women talked more and Donna was beginning to feel comfortable with them and liked them both. Naturally, Janet and Debbie liked her! A fast song came up and Janet ask Donna if she would like to dance and she accepted. While they were dancing, Debbie began playing with her ataköy escort pussy. She had shoved two fingers in her pussy and was finger fucking herself when the song ended and Janet and Donna returned to the table. As much as she hated to, she took her fingers out of her pussy and welcomed them back. The next song, Debbie ask Donna to dance and she danced with Debbie. They were all feeling good by this time. Janet had also noticed that the girls Donna was sitting with earlier kept glaring and giving them dirty looks, more so to Donna. Janet told Debbie and Donna and Donna got sort of a scared look on her face. Janet looked at Debbie and winked. Debbie knew what Janet was going to do next. Janet looked at Donna and ask her if she would like to stay with her and Debbie. They had a spare bedroom and Donna could use that if she wanted. Donna didn’t know what to say. She just sat there speechless. Janet told her that she was welcome to stay and so did Debbie. And after a few days, if for some reason she didn’t like it or wanted to stay somewhere else, Debbie and her would help her find another place.

Donna burst out in tears and before Janet could reach for and hold and hug Donna, Debbie did. Janet ask her is she had offended her and Donna told her, “No, definitely she had not. It was just that she was surprised at her and Debbie’s hospitality and generosity and that she was so happy and glad that they had offered her a way to get out of this situation she was in. Being from the UK, she was taken back by the two women’s friendliness and offer of kindness”. Janet told Donna that was just the way she and Debbie were and they would be glad to help her out. Debbie then kissed Donna on the cheek and Donna felt something strange within her and wanted to kiss Debbie back, but didn’t want to offend her, so she held back. All Donna could do was thank Janet and Debbie over and over and they kept telling her not to worry about it.

They decided how they were going to get Donna’s things from where she was staying and decided not to even tell the girls Donna had been staying with that she was moving out. As they were leaving the bar, they noticed that the girls Donna had been with just stared, with their mouths open, as Janet, Debbie and Donna left. They drove to the apartment Donna had been staying at, helped her collect all her things and load them in the car. Donna left the key on the table, shut the door and away they went. In the car on the way home, Donna was still thanking them. Debbie put her arm around Donna and told her not to worry about it. Donna nestled next to Debbie and sensed the closeness of their bodies together and felt warm and safe. Debbie put her other hand on Donna’s leg and Donna tensed up. Debbie began rubbing Donna’s leg and Donna couldn’t help the wonderful feeling she was getting and little by little, Donna began to loosen up. Debbie’s hand felt good rubbing Donna’s leg.

Debbie was rubbing Donna’s leg higher and higher each time, but Debbie didn’t want to move too fast, so she started to remove her hand from Donna’s leg, but Donna grabbed her hand and put it back on her leg and told Debbie how good it felt. While on the way home, Janet started to tell Donna all about her and Debbie, mainly so Donna would not be surprised or shocked, how they were naked most of the time while they were at home and hoped that she would not mind or offend her by doing that. Donna was speechless. As shy as she was, she had no idea how she would feel being around two naked women all the time. Before they could go any farther, Janet pulled in the driveway and told Donna,” here is home, lets get your things out of the car and into the house.” They carried Donna’s things in the house and into the spare bedroom, which was Donna’s room now, until it was time for her to return to the UK. Debbie told Donna “to make herself at home and if she wanted anything, she need not ask, but help herself, this was home and she and Janet were going to get comfortable and if she wanted, to come out and have a drink with them before they went to bed.” Donna thanked them and started putting her things away, thinking of the offer of a drink. While Donna was getting situated, Janet and Debbie had taken their cloths off, Debbie had made them a drink and they were sitting on the couch, naked, talking when Donna came out of her room. She stopped in her tracks as she seen them both naked. Janet got up and went to her and ask her if she were embarrassed. Janet took Donna’s hand and led her to the couch, sat her down next to Debbie and went to make her a drink. Donna’s eyes kept moving from Debbie’s tits to her hairy pussy. She was amazed that the two women were so open and unashamed of their body’s and could be so free. Janet came back with Donna’s drink and she followed her, staring at her tits, jiggling with every step Janet took and couldn’t help but notice her pussy hair was neatly trimmed. Donna suddenly realized how beautiful both women were. She felt a wetness between her legs. She was actually getting excited! Afraid to make a move on either of the women, she just sat there. Before she could think, she ask Janet istanbul bayan escort and Debbie, “would either of you mind if I took my cloths off?” Shocked when she realized what she had just asked them. Janet and Debbie both told her that if she would be comfortable with that and that was what she wanted, to go ahead, that was fine with them both. Donna began unbuttoning her blouse. Scared, but excited at the same time. She removed her blouse and sat there in her bra, she reached behind her and unhooked it and quickly removed it. Her pert tits with beautiful nipples, already hardening, were standing out, not a bit of sag to them. They were beautiful 34c’s. Janet and Debbie had to fight back their urges to take them in their mouths! Donna’s tits were mouthwatering. Jiggling slightly as Donna reached to the zipper on her skirt, she began unzipping them, hooking her thumbs in her nylons and taking them both down at the same time, wiggling her toes out of the nylons, she was finally as naked as Janet and Debbie were! Janet and Debbie both feasted their eyes on Donna’s, beautiful, hairy pussy, gleaming with the juices that had made Donna’s pussy wet. Blond wisps of hair covering her pussy. Debbie quickly took notice of Donna’s very cute ass cheeks, they were perfect! Donna was the first natural blond either had seen in a long time. Her pussy was so beautiful. However strong their urges were to take Donna’s tits in their mouths or start eating that beautiful pussy, the urge was many more times as strong not to bury their heads between Donna’s legs and eat her pussy. The sight of Donna’s beautiful, naked body between them, made Janet and Debbie very hot, wet and horny! Debbie began masturbating right then and there. She couldn’t help it. Donna just sat there as Debbie began massaging her pussy, watching as Debbie inserted two fingers in her pussy and began finger fucking herself. Janet had both her tits in her hands, squeezing and massaging both of them, before she too moved one of her hands to her sopping pussy and began masturbating. Donna sat there, almost in shock at what the women were doing, but getting more and more excited every second. Donna had to pee, so she excused herself to go to the bathroom. Janet and Debbie both watched her walk to the bathroom, admiring her cute ass cheeks and her titties jiggling with each step. Donna was mouthwatering! By the time Donna was done and on her way back, Debbie had knelt on the floor between Janet’s legs and was eating Janet’s pussy. Donna almost collapsed when she seen that!

Donna watched Debbie’s tongue dart into Janet’s pussy and Janet lifting her pussy to Debbie’s face. Without realizing it, Donna’s hand went to her pussy and she began massaging it. She began running her fingers up and down her pussy lips, enjoying the feelings she was giving herself. Slowly she inserted a finger in her pussy, moaning softly. Donna watched Debbie eating Janet’s pussy and wondered how it would feel. She never had another woman make love to her. Janet was thrusting her pussy into Debbie’s face as Debbie’s tongue was licking and fucking Janet’s pussy. Donna inserted another finger and began finger fucking herself. Janet, subconsciously reached over and put her hand on Donna’s tit and began squeezing and massaging it. Donna was so excited by now that she never flinched when Janet’s hand went to her tit and began playing with it. Janet’s hand felt wonderful on Donna’s titty.

Debbie had slid a hand to Donna’s pussy and began massaging it. Donna was feeling very good by now and had lost most of her fears, enjoying the fantastic feeling she was having. Debbie had inserted a finger along side of Donna’s, matching Donna’s finger, stroke for stroke. Donna put her other hand on Debbie’s back and began rubbing it. Janet leaned over, pulled Donna to her and began sucking on Donna’s very hard nipple. Donna gasped at the warm tickling sensation from Janet’s tongue. She reached behind Janet’s head and held it to her tit. Debbie had inserted another finger into Donna’s pussy, three finger’s in her pussy now and it was wonderful. Donna took her finger out of her pussy, took her clit between her thumb and finger and began squeezing and pulling on it. She was close, very close to an orgasm and whispered to Janet that she was going to cum.

Janet began flicking Donna’s nipple with her tongue and that did it! Donna began thrusting her pussy onto Debbie’s fingers, her ass thrusting to meet Debbie’s finger’s, Janet sucking, licking her tit and the flicking of Janet’s tongue on her nipple, drove her over the edge and she shuddered with a huge orgasm. Janet, at the same time, thrust her pussy hard onto Debbie’s face and her juices began flowing as she too had an orgasm. Debbie got back on the couch and kissed Janet. Donna watched them and Debbie looked into Donna’s eyes, leaned over and kissed Donna full on the lips. Donna returned Debbie’s kiss and at that moment, knew that everything was going to be all right. She was going to enjoy staying with them. When they broke their kiss, Donna blurted out that she realized that everything was going to be ok and that she knew escort tuzla that she had done the right thing by staying with them. Janet and Debbie both hugged her and told her that they were happy that she agreed to stay with them and they would do everything they could to make her stay memorable and enjoyable. Janet then suggested that they go into the bedroom, where they would be more comfortable. Why didn’t Donna sleep with them tonight? They had a king bed and there was room. Debbie instantly agreed and encouraged Donna to accept the offer.

Donna did not need any encouragement as she told the girls to lead the way. Janet and Debbie got up and each took Donna’s hand and led the way to the bedroom. Debbie jokingly ask Donna if she wanted the middle. Donna laughed and told her that she would not have it any other way! Debbie loved the way Donna’s pert tits, jiggled as Donna laughed. Donna took both tits in her hand and told Janet and Debbie that they were theirs, anytime they wanted them. Janet and Debbie both took a nipple in their mouths and began sucking and licking them. Donna was so hot and her juices were running down her leg. Debbie pushed Donna back and let her fall gently to the bed. Releasing Donna’s nipple from her mouth, Debbie began kissing Donna’s belly ever so lightly, causing Donna to shiver. Debbie’s tongue licking its way lower and lower, gently licking her belly button on her way downward. Debbie’s tongue hit the hairline of Donna’s pussy and Donna slightly jerked. Debbie guessed that Donna was going to go wild when she began eating and licking her sweet pussy.

Donna spread her legs more as Debbie licked the inside of her legs. Janet had moved up just a little and had shoved one of her tits into Donna’s face and she began licking Janet’s tit, still very aware of Debbie’s tongue, very close to her sopping pussy. Debbie couldn’t wait any longer. She had to taste the sweet pussy only an inch or so away from her tongue. Debbie pulled her tongue away from Donna’s leg and drove her mouth straight onto Donna’s pussy, letting her tongue slip into her pussy as far as it would go. Donna bucked as if she had been shocked. Her pussy being mashed to Debbie’s face. Debbie began licking and eating Donna’s pussy, surprised at the sweet, pleasant taste of her. Donna had another orgasm right then. She couldn’t believe how wonderful Debbie’s mouth and tongue felt! Debbie was licking Donna’s pussy lips, up one, down the other, sticking her tongue into Donna’s pussy and tongue fucking her, before licking furiously all over Donna’s, sweet, hairy pussy. Donna was wild with desire and wanted to eat her first pussy. She grabbed Janet’s head, pulled her up to her, kissed her and between moans, whispered to Janet that she wanted hers to be the first pussy she ate and she wanted to eat her pussy right then! Janet returned Donna’s kiss and without a word, slid up, got on her hands and knees, with her pussy over Donna’s face, began lowering her pussy towards Donna’s face. The instant her pussy hair met Donna’s face, Janet mashed her pussy onto Donna’s mouth. Donna began lapping at Janet’s pussy. Donna had never eaten pussy before, but she loved her tongue on Janet’s pussy, the taste of her pussy was overwhelming. Donna quickly began running her tongue over Janet’s pussy lips, one after the other, then sinking her tongue into Janet’s pussy as far as she could. Janet wrapped her legs around Donna’s neck and held her to her pussy. Donna drove her tongue into Janet’s sopping pussy with eagerness.

Wanting Janet to cum so she could taste and swallow as much of Janet’s juices as she could. Debbie was still licking and sucking on Donna’s pussy and she knew that Donna was getting close. Donna was thrashing and bucking on Debbie’s face and going to cum soon. Suddenly, Donna screamed and ground her pussy onto Debbie’s face! A terrific orgasm, the biggest she had ever had, wracked her body. Donna almost lost consciousness. Her body went limp. Janet wrapped her legs tighter onto Donna’s head as she exploded with an orgasm. Janet’s juices flowing out of her pussy and covering Donna’s face. Janet’s juices began running down Donna’s face, dripping off her chin onto her tits. They were becoming covered and very wet with Janet’s juices! Donna had never been this turned on or hot. She loved Debbie eating her pussy and the taste of Janet’s cunt was delicious! She knew that she had made the right choice to cum and stay with these two lovely, hot horny ladys. Janet and Debbie had come up and lay on each side of Donna. There bodies close and touching.

They were talking and Janet told Donna that she was glad that she had decided to come and stay with her and Debbie. Debbie had her hand on Donna’s sopping pussy and began massaging it again, causing Donna to jump and jerk. Debbie whispered into Donna’s ear that she and Janet had so much they wanted to teach Donna and would do so if she wanted. Donna gladly told Debbie that she was her’s and Janet’s and would be so glad to learn anything they would teach her. Debbie told her that they would teach her everything they knew and she was sure that Donna would be very surprised and maybe even shocked. Donna told Debbie that after what had just happened, that she knew that she and Janet would teach her many things about sex and that could only do her good. Debbie told her that they would see, but what they would teach her, would only bring her pleasure after pleasure and so many wonderful orgasms.

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I’m one of those lucky guys that goes to bed with a very beautiful and sexy wife, Sharon, who is sexually insatiable and then go to work to a very sexy secretary, the only problem is that my secretary, Linda, prefers women.. She is not an out and out lesbian and she does have a boyfriend.

Let me start from the beginning. I married my wife, Sharon, five years ago, she is smart, fantastic body, (she works out almost every day,) and is strikingly beautiful. At 5’7″ with 36b tits and all in a 120 package, I have everything!!! right? She just loves sex in any position, loves it in the ass, loves giving me a blow job and loves to fuck and cum as many times as I can last, and if I can’t satisfy her, she’ll masturbate until she is satisfied. Does it bother me to see her masturbating?? Not at all, in fact sometimes it will fill up my sac so that I can fuck her again and shoot more cum into her beautiful cunt. I’ve come home many times catching her getting herself off, and when I look at her, she’ll just say,” warming it up for you, lover..”

Well, here is my problem, Linda, (my secretary,) will come into the office looking like she just got back from a getting a full body massage and is totally glowing from the experience….. ” Linda, don’t tell me, you just found a new lover,” she knows that I mean another female to spend the night with..She loves telling all the lurid details, lick by lick and she knows that I get a throbbing hard-on every time she gives me all the details, including how she seduced another sweet young virgin.

About a year ago my wife and I had gone to visit a friend of mine, Tom.. We had gone to college together and we would get together three or four times a year. On this visit he had also invited another one of our buddies, Jim.

After a couple of drinks, the girls were busy getting some food for us in the kitchen and we were in the den, Tom whispered, hey guys, I got a terrific tape that you’ll enjoy. The guy that made it works for me and he had his girlfriend and her girlfriend get together for some fun one night after they had a few drinks. His girlfriend and her friend are both BI.. However, he didn’t tell them that he was recording the two girls going at it, and wow, they were wild and you could tell that this wasn’t just a put on, they really got into it and got each other off a few times.

Not long into the movie, the three of us were breathing hard as well as sitting there with bulging dicks in our pants. They were in every position in the book, and then some. They used a strap-on cock to fuck one another in all positions, mostly the doggy position. They both had long tongues and knew how to use them, the blonde girl had a large throbbing clit that the black hair girl was nibbling on that drove her crazy, let me put it this way, their nipples were hard as well as their clits and their cunts were pouring out their love nectar, in fact, one other girls, the blonde, ejaculated into the mouth of the of her friend. All I could think of at this point is how soon can we leave so I can go home and fuck my horny wife. Not only were they good looking but I was thinking how much the blonde looked like my wife. No sooner had that thought gone through my mind when Tom blurted out, “you know Bob, that sexy blonde looks almost as hot looking as your wife.”

No sooner had Tom said that and my wife, Sharon, stuck her head in to tell us the we could have a bite to eat. The expression on her face when she saw what we were watching made her face turn red as a beet, but I knew she had been watching the movie at least a couple of minutes before she said anything. She looked at the screen for a few seconds, maybe longer and then, I’m sure, saw the bulges in our pants and made a quick retreat.

Sharon in no way is a prude but I think the shock of walking into a room with three guys with hard-ons watching a porno video with two attractive gals kissing, sucking and eating each other out was a little too much. She wasn’t pissed but more shocked.

On the way home we talked about it and she asked me, “Bob, I noticed the three of you were all hard, is looking at something like a real turn on??” I said Sharon, “it’s every red blooded guy’s wet dream. What can I say, it’s a real turn on.” Then I told her how horny I was and that she was going to get a royal fucking when we got home. Then I asked her, “wouldn’t you like to try something wild like that? Who knows, you would probably really enjoy it.” Her response, “don’t even think about it. There are only a few thing that satisfy me, your mouth when you kiss me on my upper or lower lips, your cock either in my pussy or in my mouth, and if I don’t have that, then I’ll let my fingers do the walking.” However I noticed one thing as I was describing in more detail as to what the girls did to one another and how they kept giving each other mind blowing orgasms, I detected from my wife’s sex smell that she was wet, very wet and was starting to squirm. I know from my wife’s body language that she was getting very aroused. I have to say one thing, I know that göztepe escort as horny as my wife is, she would never have an affair with another guy. The question is, how about a woman??

I just casually mentioned it a couple times again but got the same response so I figured I better drop it or she might just decide to cross her legs and let her fingers take care of her needs. I will make this one comment about her masturbating, I’ve spied on her many times, (hidden cams,) with her not knowing I could see her, there is a difference on how women, as well as guys, do it in your presence or when they think they are alone, alone, Sharon drops every once of any inhibitions and really fucks herself wild, either with her fingers or one of her vibrators. I have shot my load more than once just by watching her go at it, without even pulling my cock out of my pants. She will pull on her nipples, stick fingers into her cunt and in her asshole, she loves to put things up her but when she is masturbating. She has a variety of vibrators and dildos’ but more often, she just likes her fingers..

I got to work one morning and Linda couldn’t wait to tell me of her last conquest. She described every little detail, the girls response, at first resisting and then getting off like the fourth of July. By the time she finished my pants were wet with my pre-cum..”What’s the matter boss, get a little excited”?? “OK Linda, do you want to keep your job??” “Hell yea boss, where else could I go and find a good looking, horny stud like you?? Who could I talk to about my conquests??”

I laid it on the line, I would have rather laid her on my desk and fucked the living shit out of her hot cunt because she had me so worked up, but I knew she wouldn’t be interested. “If you want to keep your job you have to do exactly what I ask of you, OK.??”This what I want you to do.” She knew I wouldn’t ask for a blow job or to let me fuck her.. “I want you to seduce my wife.” She looked at me for a couple of minutes with an unbelieving look on her face. “Tom, You’re not serious, are you? I mean I couldn’t wish for a hotter looking woman to make love too, but hell, wouldn’t that blow your ego??” I looked at her and my mind could see the picture before me, Linda and Sharon, two super sexy and attractive gals going at it like a couple of starved animals, my cock was throbbing.

I wasn’t going to tell her anything more than I would invite her over for dinner and drinks Friday evening. What I didn’t tell her or Sharon, that I would get a call from an old school buddy of mine. I timed it so I would get the call around 10:pm and then I would tell the girls that that I hadn’t seen this guy for years and we were really close. He was leaving the following morning and I wanted to see him before he left. I would then tell the gals that I might be pretty late and if Linda had too many drinks or was too tired to drive home, she should sleep over.

Sharon knew Linda but was not aware that she was BI-sexual. Linda had been over a few times before and Sharon seemed to really enjoy her company. In fact Sharon would tell me from time to time about how sensuous and pretty Linda was and wondered how I could get any work done with her in and out of my office all day. She also knew that Linda would wear some pretty provocative clothes at times.. She thought that it would be great to have her over for dinner.

Sharon is not a heavy drinker and it doesn’t take much for her to get a buzz on, on the other hand, Linda could handle her drinks. I knew both of them enjoyed a good vodka martini so I stirred up a batch of very dry drinks and let it chill in the fridge.

At 7:30 sharp, Linda arrived. I took one look at her and almost shot my load. I said to myself, “now I know how Linda seduces these gals.” She had on a shear, without a bra and almost invisible, skin colored blouse that left nothing to the imagination. You could see her breasts as if she hadn’t had anything on and her nipples were very prominent, or I should say , “extended.” She also had on a mini skirt that , at best, was about three or four inches below her butt, and from the tight fitting skirt, I could see no panty lines. When Sharon saw her, all she could do is stare. Now my wife is not shy about wearing revealing and sexy clothes, but all she could say to Linda, “WOW, I’m glad you have a boyfriend, I would worry about Bob not coming home for dinner.” All Linda said, “Sharon, first of all I don’t dress like this in the office, and secondly, all I hear from Bob is how much he loves his ‘hot’ beautiful wife. Sharon picked up on the “HOT.”

I served the drinks and after a couple I could see that my beautiful wife was in the mood. Probably for my stiff cock or my tongue on her hot cunt. I had told Sharon that Linda didn’t like to eat heavy meals at night. I said that because I didn’t want Sharon to lose her buzz. After dinner I told them that we should go back into the den and relax. Linda thanked Sharon for the delicious meal.

We were in our den and I poured the escort bayan gals another drink, I knew that Linda was a drinker but I didn’t want Sharon to get too high, I wanted her to know what she was doing..

I was going to get the call in about another half hour so I thought that I would start talking about sex. With Sharon, it didn’t take much to get her hot, all I had to do is mention something sexual about someone I knew and go into considerable detail and I would watch her start her body moving, she would squirm ever so slightly, in a manner that I knew was that she was getting hot. She also would get wet enough that the scent of her sex would be enough to get me as hard as steel, I loved it and from the expression on Linda’s face I could tell that she was having the same feelings. ” Linda, tell Sharon about why she doesn’t have to worry about me having sex with you. I had rehearsed this part with Linda at the office. “OH Bob, that’s something I told you but I don’t think that Sharon wants to hear about it.” Now Sharon’s curiosity, plus the buzz she had going, got the best of her. “Oh Linda, you have to tell me, what is it.??” I have to tell you, Sharon was wearing a light summer dress that hugged her body pretty tight and she never wears a bra because her tits are 36b and they stick straight out. When she starts to get sexually excited, her nipples get engorged and if you’re looking at her, all you can do is stare at those sexy nipples trying to poke through her dress, and that’s exactly what Linda was doing as she licked her lips. “OK. Sharon, I told Bob this once when I got carried away just talking about sex. My boyfriend, Phil, has a cock on him that is about as thick as my wrist and 10″ long. So you see, there is no way I could have sex with another guy and get as much satisfaction. Another thing that he loves to do is have sex with me and he pretends to be another woman, first he blind- folds me and then he lays me down on the bed totally naked. Sometimes he’ll put wrist and ankle straps on me and has me tied to the bed posts. He’ll leave me like this with my legs spread as far as they will go.. He then puts a dab of my favorite body lotion on his body. With my eyes blind -folded and smelling the female scent, I feel as though a beautiful, sexy woman is looking at me in this obscene way, it gets me soo hot thinking about a woman that I don’t know is looking at my naked body. thinking about her looking at me this way makes my pussy wet and I know she can see my sex open and dripping the nectar from my cunt. I can cum without him even touching me. He has full, soft lips and when he goes down on me he is as gentle as if he was a woman. I can cumm till I pass out..I love it.” At this point I thought that I should defend myself and said to them ” I don’t have puckered lips and I only have a puny 6.5″ cock, but it satisfies Sharon… Then the phone rang. I explained to them about my buddy and I could see the pained expression on my wife’s face and I knew it was because she was ready for a hot fucking session tonight but she wasn’t about to object, even as hot I knew she was..As Sharon and I went to the door, she said quietly, “try not to be too late.” She was on fire and I knew one thing for sure, she was as ripe to be seduced as any woman could be, I said, ” no honey, but I’ll give you a call when I’m on my way back.”

I dashed out the door and jumped into my car, I didn’t want to miss anything, even though I had hidden cameras in strategic locations, along with speakers and was recording everything in my little office down in my basement.

I parked my car about a block away and quickly ran back home. We have a back door that leads directly into the basement. The door is locked and I have the only key to open it. When my wife asked about the door, I tell her that it just goes to my tool shop that I work in sometimes and with all the dangerous tools, I don’t want her to go in and hurt herself. The truth of the matter is that I have secretly taped her on many occasions of her masturbating and thinking I’m either not home or I’m down here doing some little project. Guys, there is nothing like watching a video of your wife going at it and not being aware she is being watched. After watching her have a couple potent orgasms, I’ll quietly leave that room and come in the front door and am ready to immediately fuck my wife.

As soon as I was down in my little ‘hobby shop’ I turned on my monitor to see exactly what I was recording, my heart was in my mouth. Clear as a bell, they were still in the den and I was intent on listening every word that was said. “Linda, when you were talking about your conversations with Bob in his office, I noticed that he refereed to me as “his hot wife,” I didn’t know he talked that intimately about me to anyone.” “Well Sharon, I have to be honest with you, sometimes we’ll be talking and certain things will be said before we realize that we said it, it happens know and then.” “Like what Linda, I’m curious but it won’t make me mad at him.” “Sharon, I shouldn’t tuzla eskort be saying this to you and you know how much Bob loves you. One time we were talking about sex and I told him that I often masturbate and most of the time I’m pretending I’m with another beautiful woman, like you.” I could see the expression on Sharon’s face and I know this was starting to really turn her on.

Linda stood up and asked Sharon if she could have another drink and would Sharon like one as well. Sharon stood up and said, “oh, I’m sorry Linda, I should have offered you one sooner. I’ll be back in a sec, just remember where we were.” When Sharon stood, her nipples were straining to poke through her dress..

Sharon broke a speed record, she was back in no time, she didn’t want to miss a word that Linda had to say. But as she entered into the den, she stopped dead in her tracks. She caught Linda slouched down on the couch, her legs spread wide apart and was rubbing her cunt. I could see the shinning of her wetness. My cock was as hard as a steel rod.

“I’m sorry Sharon, I didn’t expect you to be back so soon, I’m so embarrassed I was starting to feel soo damn horny and I thought that I could get myself off before you came back. Please excuse me.” If Sharon wasn’t on fire before, from her body movements I could tell that she was ready to explode, and Linda knew exactly what she was doing. I had told Linda about some of the things that would get Sharon started and now she was going to put that information to work for her seduction of my wife..

Sharon was almost trembling from her state of arousal. “I hope you didn’t get offended when I said that I masturbate often when I think of a beautiful woman like you?” she asked Sharon.. And then asked Sharon, “truthfully, have you ever fantasized about another woman making love to you?” Sharon hesitated and then said, almost in a whisper, “I never really thought about it but a while ago we were at some friends home and Bob and a couple of his friends were watching a video of two beautiful girls making wild, passionate love to one another. I happened to walk in and when I saw what they were watching, for a couple of minutes I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen..I have to admit, since then I have thought about how it would feel, however I’ve never told Bob about it.”

That gave the opening she was looking for, “Sharon, you’re very beautiful and very sexy and I have to admit that I envy Bob.” Linda got up and sat down next to Sharon. Sharon was opening and closing her legs, I could tell that she was trying to get herself off by squeezing her thighs together without touching herself, as she does sometimes when she does the Kegal exercises. The way she was sitting, Linda’s dress was up far enough to expose most of her hairless pussy and Sharon was taking in the view with wide open eyes. Linda put her hand on Sharon’s thigh and in a very sultry voice said, “Sharon, can I help you?” Sharon didn’t say a word. My wife was now Linda’s’ to do as she pleased.

Linda slowly moved her hand up Sharon’s thigh as Sharon put her head back on the cushion and closed her eyes. Linda had her hand up to my wife’s panties and then told Sharon, very seductively, “it’s getting warm beautiful, let me take this dress off for you.” Sharon didn’t resist and let Linda strip her, all that Sharon had on now was her thong panties. Damn” she looked so hot and my cock just couldn’t take it any longer, I blew my load. Then Linda very quietly stripped down naked and gently started to caress Sharon’s breasts. Sharon’s body was awesome. I know how sensitive my wife’s breasts are because sometimes by just sucking and licking them, she will have an orgasm. “Sharon, your breasts are absolutely beautiful, so firm and your nipples are so hard. I knew from the first time I saw you that you had a fantastic body, you are so beautiful.” That was the truth but I know from my personal experiences that that kind of compliment will get you almost anywhere with a hot gal.

My wife was softly moaning as Linda was kissing her on her neck, earlobe and then went and gave Sharon a deep tongue kiss as she was massaging Sharon’s breasts and rolling her nipples between her fingers. Sharon moaned louder and then thrust her pelvic up as if she was fucking a cock. I realized that Sharon had her first orgasm from another woman. Linda said to Sharon in a way as to not break the spell, “c’mon beautiful, let’s go lie down on your bed.” Sharon could not stop herself even if she wanted to, but I could tell that she definitely wasn’t interested in stopping anything, she was in a state of euphoric sexual bliss and I could tell that this was going to be a long night of sensual pleasure for Linda, Sharon and as well as for myself. However, the next time I’m going to make it a three-some with me in with them.

Sharon gently laid my wife down on our bed and gave her a couple of kisses on her body. Sharon was well aware of what Linda was doing and she looked at Linda, for the first time being aware that Linda was totally naked and standing beside the bed admiring her. “Linda, you are more beautiful than I had always imagined. I new you were attractive but after seeing you naked like this, I can’t believe Bob didn’t attack you,” Sharon said with a smile. “But of course the fact that you prefer a woman, I guess that explains it.”

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We had only met but a few days ago, yet here we were, laying a-top of the bed, side by side, in candle-light, drinking wine, smoking, and sharing each others most deepest darkest secrets, as if we had known each other all our years of existence.

Now, I have a rather chubby appearance, a passion for the night and a thirst for hot blood. My hair is dead straight, full of split-ends and grows down to my waist, and is of many colours. My sapphire eyes are set in deep and rimmed darkly from dreaded insomnia, yet they burn bright, like fires in a cave. My gaze fixated on my new-found friend Melody, who had the beauty of a goddess with ivory-coloured, blemish-less skin. Her eyes were of deep emeralds, enchanting, seductive. I could have stared into them forever. The wine had painted her cheeks a soft pink colour.

Melody and I started talking about our most embarrassing moments; I, of course, went first. Melody grabbed my hand in a fit of laughter as I shared my story. I closed my hand over Melody’s and I too laughed. Our laughter ceased, grew aware of the strong hold on each others hand, and smiled. My heart began to pound fast in my throat, I gulped hard.

Melody blushed a bright red, and bit down hard on her lip. I looked deep into her eyes, and very slowly leaned forward, all the while my eyes fixed on hers. I pressed my lips softly to hers. Her lips were sweet, and her breath smelt of wine and tobacco. She hesitated and pulled back, but still held both my hand and gaze. She swallowed back her nerves, and I leaned in again, kissing her hard and passionately this time, then slowly moved down, kissing her along her slender jaw, down her beautiful long neck. She shuddered. I shuddered in response, with mere excitement. The thick vain in her neck was visibly kadıköy escort pulsing fast under her skin, and my mouth watered. I longed to bite into her silken skin, and taste her blood on my lips.

I was suddenly over-come with thirst, and bit, deep into her pale thin flesh of her neck. She gasped, and dug her nails into my back, yet she didn’t try and push me away. Her blood was sweet, and intoxicating. It was the drug, and I had instantly become addicted. Like a bee to a flower. She started breathing heavily, her perfect breasts heaving, her back arched and her nails dug in deeper as I held her in my arms. Her deep breaths became a low moan, but soon went into a crescendo of pleasurable screams!

I pushed away from her neck; she pulled my face to hers and violently kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth. I felt giddy from a mixture of wine, her blood and her hot passionate kisses, I felt amazing. I had to tell her now, while I had the chance, before I lost the courage! I turned my face from her, caressed her cheek with the back of my free hand, looked into her liquid eyes and finally confessed to her my inner most feelings, “I love you Melody, and you’re my world, the very reason for my existence. You give me a sense of belonging. I want you, I need you.”

Melody’s eyes glistened with what appeared to be tears. Her chin trembled and she smiled, closed her eyes, rested her for-head against my own and whispered “I love you too Chuck, with all my heart and soul. You’re my dark angel, my everything; I want you more than life itself. I don’t think I could bear to see you with another; I want you all to myself.” She stretched out her arms and wrapped them around me in a tight embrace, and I whispered to her istanbul eskort bayan softly, “My lover, my friend, my precious flower. I’m yours, forever, and always. As long I’m living, my sweetheart you’ll be, and I yours.”

I lifted her face toward mine, and lightly kissed her plump pink lips. I lay her gently down, and slowly began to undress her I swiftly stripped her out of her blouse. I kissed along her collar-bone, her chest, over her breasts, down her torso, and back again, un-clipping her crimson lace bra. I slowly eased it off, and there before my very eyes, were the most perfectly-shaped breasts, rising and falling with her every breath. Melody gazed longingly up at me, her eyes twinkling like stars in the night sky. “Kiss me! Or I think I shall die Chuck!” She exclaimed. I quickly obliged and lay hot and passionate kisses upon her now-swollen red lips, my hands caressing her beautiful body.

I moved south, my tongue circled her pink rose-bud nipples, and playfully nibbled at them, making them stiffen. She giggled, telling me to “Quit it! It tickles!” I grinned, and then continued my journey kissing her down her heavenly body, kissing every part of exposed skin. Then, finally, I made it to waist. I lightly blew along her trouser-line, making her squirm with pleasure. I slowly undid the buttons of her jeans, teasing her. As I slid them off I continued my adventure of kisses down her tight thighs, her perfectly-rounded knees, down her slim shins, to her feet. I threw the jeans behind me, and then started back up her body, covering every inch of her with loving kisses.

I kissed hard a-top of her wet, matching crimson lace panties – then, over-come with passion and lust; I tore them off with my teeth. tuzla escort bayan Melody squealed excitedly. My heartbeat quickened as I lay my eyes upon her clearly-wet, clean-shaven quim. I brushed my fingers across her, still teasing her. I moved up and placed myself carefully on-top of her, kissing her mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and rubbed herself up against me, making my eyes roll back, and my breaths coming in short and fast. I couldn’t take it anymore! I couldn’t carry on teasing her! I had to take her right now!

I ran my hand down her lustrous body and plunged my fingers deep into her; in and out, fast and hard. Her thick fluids rise and flowing from her, moaning loudly. I pushed harder into her, pumping faster and faster, making her all the more wet, and making her moans into screams to delight. I wanted nothing more than to taste her. I removed my fingers, and replaced them with my tongue, I licked lightly up her sweet hole, and the taste of her juices was as intoxicating as her blood. I couldn’t help myself, and plunged into her, moving my tongue all around her, in and out, around and around. Melody’s hands gripping tightly upon my shoulders, she began bucking profusely, screaming “AW FUCK ME CHUCK! AW FUCK! FUCK YES!” I was filled with pure ecstasy, and pushed my tongue in fully till I could go no further, and began to write my name inside her with my tongue, over and over, as fast and hard as I could. “Oh my god! Oh fuck! Oh my god…..CHUCK!” Melody screamed as she came to climax. I grasped my hands firmly about her waist, her back arched and she pressed herself hard against my mouth. She sighed loudly, and thick, creamy, sweet fluids gushed from her into my mouth which I happily took.

I smiled up at her, my eyes watering with pure and utter adoration. This had been her first time, and I was the lucky one whom got to share her special moment. She coxed me back up to her, and kissed me softly, whispering over and over “I love you… I love you…” To which I responded between the kisses “And I my darling, sweet angel love you…. Forever.”

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Jane had had a particularly difficult week; Lynn had been out of town on business since Sunday and talking to her on the phone every night had no satisfied the hunger Jane felt for her. Lynn was not due to return until Saturday and this week at work had been a nightmare. Jane boss had her working on a huge project that had to be completed by Friday night. As she sat at her desk Friday morning she felt the tension working knots in her shoulders. It was just after nine in the morning when her phone rang, she hesitated answering it for fear that it might be her boss. Jane was slightly puzzled when she noticed that the caller id displayed her home phone. Jane answered the phone and heard Lynn tell her “Good morning, beautiful.” She explained that she had heard the stress in her voice and had asked her boss to leave a day earlier. Lynn ended their conversation by telling her “I have a special night planned for you that will take care of all your appetites.”

Jane spent the rest of the day wondering what Lynn had planned for her; she fought to concentrate as she put the last few touches on her project. Lynn was always full of very pleasant surprises. She really knew how to get inside her, not just inside her body. Her mind was her favorite place to play and she was already in there now.

The drive home had seemed shorter than usual. Lynn greeted her at the door wearing a sexy dress and that evil little grin of hers. Lynn gave her a big hug and a passionate kiss. The smells of Lynn’s cooking had enticed her when he opened the door for her. Lynn took the brief case from Jane and led her to the table where she was treated to a candle-lit dinner complete with a bottle of her favorite wine. The meal was gourmet! The meal toyed with all her taste; hot, sour, salty, and even a little bitter. Throughout their meal, Lynn kept giving her that look. They chatted about each others work week as they ate, but she could see by the look deep inside Lynn’s eyes that she was in for the night of her life. When Jane had finished the last bite, Lynn cleared the table and told her that the dessert would be served in the living room and that she would meet her there in a few minutes.

Jane went into the living room and found the fireplace glowing, champagne glasses on the hearth, and the big thick blanket and big fluffy pillows spread out in front of the fireplace. She sat in the chair and waited for Lynn to return. Jane’s mind raced at the possibilities and wondered what would be next. She could feel the week’s tensions beginning to melting away.

Jane heard Lynn’s bare feet coming down the hall; she walk into the room wearing her silk bathrobe. She lit a few candles and turned on the stereo; slow sultry jazz poured lightly from the speakers. Lynn went to the kitchen and returned with a beach towel, a bottle of champagne, a bowl of strawberries, a bowl of chocolate, and a bowl of whipped cream. Lynn placed the bowls on the hearth and poured her a glass of champagne. She proposed a toast to a night of pleasures. Jane felt Lynn’s eyes penetrated her deep into her soul. The room seemed to blur just a bit and the rest of the world was a distant memory; it was just the two of them, right there and now. Jane was pulled out of the daze as Lynn helped her stand up.

Without a word, Lynn turned her around and started to unbutton her blouse from behind her, while she softly kissed the back of Jane’s neck. Lynn helped her out of her blouse and then kissed her gently on the lips. Jane kissed back and wanted more of her mouth, but Lynn pulled back away, smiled at her, spun her back around, and unzipped her skirt. Lynn let it slowly slide to the floor, while she kissed Jane’s neck. Lynn sat her back down, knelt in front of her, and kissed her way down each of Jane’s legs. Lynn pulled each of her shoes off, as she slowly reached them. She repeated the process as she undid Jane’s garters and slid her hose off. Lynn’s hands were hot and the feeling of her hands sliding down Jane’s legs gave her a little quiver.

Next, Lynn reached behind Jane and undid her bra, letting her breast fall free. She slid the straps off and held Jane close, just staring in her eyes. Lynn was close enough that Jane could feel her breath against her mouth, but no kiss was to be had this time. Still kneeling in front of her, Lynn stood her up and gently kissed the wetness of her panties. Jane felt her tongue gently caressing her lips through the silky fabric. She heard Lynn take in a deep breath and gently sighed. Lynn’s hand moved to the sides of her panties and gently slid them to the floor. She turned Jane around and kissed her on the very bottom of the checks of her ass, licking them ever so slightly. She kissed her way up Jane’s back and hugged her from behind, gently kissing her neck. She could feel Lynn’s hard nipples brushing against her. Jane let out a long slow moan and began to grind her hips against Lynn, only to have her pull away. Lynn walked Jane over to the blanket, spread the towel on the blanket, laid her down, and refreshed her glass.

It kartal escort was time for dessert. Lynn reached into the bowl, pulled out a strawberry, dipped it in the chocolate, and moved it over Jane’s body. She felt the warm chocolate drip on her breast. Lynn took the strawberry and spread the chocolate around her nipple and then presented it to her mouth. As Jane licked the chocolate from the strawberry, she licked Jane’s breast. Jane sucked on the strawberry. Lynn sucked her nipple. When Jane took a bite of the strawberry, Lynn softly nibbled on her nipple. Lynn dipped her finger in her glass and slipped it into Jane’s mouth. Jane greedily sucked on Lynn’s finger. Suddenly, Jane felt cold champagne spill out on her chest and run down to her belly. Lynn’s hot tongue was licking down her chest to her belly button. Jane felt the desire burning from between her legs, she had wanted Lynn long time before this, but she knew that Lynn would make her wait. Lynn reached into the bowl and grabbed another strawberry. She ran it around Jane’s nipples, down her belly, and then between her very moist lips. Lynn slowly spread Jane’s lips with the cold fruit, while watching her squirm with delight. Lynn slid the strawberry deeper inside Jane, while she dipped her other finger in the chocolate and dripped it all over Jane’s belly, nipples and up to her mouth. The chocolate slowly dripped on Jane’s lips; she opened her mouth and let the sweet chocolate drip on her tongue. Lynn dipped her finger in the hot chocolate and gave Jane her finger, which she took it deep in her throat.

Lynn worked the strawberry in and out of Jane with the rhythm of her sucking. Jane felt the fruit removed and looked up to see her lover looking back at her smiling. Lynn took the fruit and rubbed it in the pools of chocolate forming in Jane’s belly button, put it to her mouth and sucked on the strawberry while looking at Jane. With her finger still in Jane’s mouth, Lynn greedily consumed the fruit.

Lynn spread cold whipped cream all over Jane’s breast, down her belly, and to her pubic area. Lynn leaned over Jane and began to lick the smooth, tasty cream from her firm breast. She licked her way down Jane’s belly and ran her tongue deep in her belly button. Then Lynn’s tongue licked Jane’s pubic area clean. Lynn finished, reached for her glass of champagne, and poured some between Jane’s hot and wet pussy. Jane moaned loudly as Lynn began to lick the outsides of each lip. Her tongue lightly ran down just inside Jane’s pussy and then Lynn licked that tender flesh between her two holes. Jane looked down into Lynn’s eyes, as she slipped her tongue back over Jane’s soft lips. Jane eyes shut as she let out a loud groan. Lynn’s tongue slipped deeper inside Jane, which made her squirm with delight.

Lynn leaned up and took a long slow drink from her glass and then another sip. She went back work on Jane’s pussy and began to kiss her clit. The cold liquid ran from Lynn’s mouth and over Jane’s hot little button, Jane thought she was going to cumn right then and there. Lynn began to work her tongue inside her deeper and faster. Lynn could tell that Jane was close, so she grabbed Jane’s waist tighter and slid her finger inside her. Jane’s juices flowed freely down her ass; she knew it wouldn’t be long before Lynn would be fucking her sweet little pussy with her finger.

Sure enough, Lynn slid her finger inside Jane’s pussy and licked her with animal lust. Jane felt her pussy sucking Lynn’s finger inside her! Lynn’s tongue had moved up to Jane’s clit and began to circle the sensitive little button. Lynn began to suck her clit and flick it with her tongue. Lynn’s finger was working in and out Jane with the same rhythm that she was sucking. Jane began to groan and grabbed her hair and pulled Lynn to her tightly! Lynn curled her finger and found that spot inside Jane’s pussy that drove her nuts! Then Jane felt a gentle pressure against her asshole. Another finger slipped easily into her ass, the fullness sent her over the edge. Jane felt the spasms starting to grow more intense. Lynn began to gently lick her clit until Jane screamed out Lynn’s name, as well as every name for God known to man. The spasms were powerful; Jane felt her legs begin to tremble. Lynn greedily lapped up the tasty juices that flowed from Jane, while she looked deep into Jane’s eyes. Jane forced herself to keep her eyes open and watch Lynn’s eyes devour her.

When Jane’s spasms subsided, she looked to see Lynn smiling at her as she got up to pour her another glass of bubbly. Lynn lay down beside Jane, reached over to kiss her lightly on the lips, and told her that she had another surprise for her. Lynn got up and said that she would be back for her in a minute. Jane lay there buzzing from the champagne and the orgasm, feeling the warmth of the fire glowing over her naked body. She wondered what else he had in store for her and if she would get to return the favor tonight, but then another thought popped into her head as she lay there: how bakırköy escort she would torture Lynn when it was her turn to be in charge!

Lynn re-entered the room wearing her silk bath robe. Jane could see her hard nipples beneath the silky material; material that also gave away Lynn’s own excitement. The silky material between Lynn’s thighs showed signs of dampness and Jane’s wondered how much longer Lynn could go without letting her at least let her suck on Lynn’s nipples or lick her damp pussy. Lynn’s ability to suspend her own sexual satisfaction sometimes drove Jane right out of her mind, but she knew that this feeling was Lynn’s ultimate goal. She loved mentally torturing Jane.

Lynn helped Jane to her feet, looked deep into her eyes, smiled, and turned her around. Jane felt Lynn step closer to her. Lynn reached her arms around Jane’s naked waist; she felt a silky material brush against her soft pubic hair. Lynn slowly ran the material up Jane’s belly and around her breast. Jane leaned back against Lynn; she could feel Lynn’s excitement. Lynn was really enjoying this long slow torture. Lynn kissed Jane’s neck and brought a silk scarf up to her neck. She slowly folded the scarf into a long thin strand and placed it over Jane’s eyes. She tied it so that it was beneath Jane’s hair and so that she could no longer see anything. Lynn stepped away from her, leaving Jane feeling naked and very vulnerable, God she loved it!

Lynn took Jane by the hand and led her down the hall to their bedroom. As she grew nearer, Jane could hear bath water running as she lead her towards the bathroom. She smelled the sweet smell of vanilla and jasmine; Jane thought it was time for her favorite jasmine bubble bath with the candles glowing around their garden tub. She loved a good bath, especially when Lynn joined her!

As they entered the bathroom, full of sweet hot smells, Lynn stopped her and turned off the water. Jane heard the soft relaxing sounds of classical music floating in the air. Once inside the bathroom, Lynn led her past the bathtub and into their walk-in shower. She was going to make her wait for the bath! Lynn laughed her evil little laugh and Jane let a soft “fuck you!” escape her lips. To which Lynn replied “Good things come to those who wait!” She took a step back and left Jane standing there naked and blindfolded.

Jane felt a sudden gush of hot water pouring over her breast. The water was at the temperature that was almost burning, but not quite. It was a very pleasant pain that Lynn knew she enjoyed. The water ran down the front of her body, warming her. Another stream of water flowed down Jane’s back. Then she felt Lynn rubbing her back with a hot soft cloth. The silkiness of soap being slid slowly over Jane’s back was more than she could take; Jane let out a long slow moan. Lynn’s strong hands moved to Jane’s butt and she washed each cheek, paying special attention to the tender undersides. Lynn washed slowly down each leg. It all felt glorious. She rinsed Jane off slowly, so that the hot water flowed down her back and in between her ass, dripping slowly off her pussy lips.

Jane felt the hot soapy cloth on her neck, moving slowly over each shoulder and then down each arm. Lynn raised her arms so that she had to hold on to the shower head. As she washed the under sides of Jane’s arms, Jane felt Lynn’s naked body brush against her. Lynn moved the cloth down to Jane’s breast and lightly encircling each breast. She worked her way down Jane’s belly and over her hips. Lynn moved around her and Jane heard her kneel in front of her. She felt Lynn’s hot breath against her pussy, and then the washcloth running slowly up her leg to her knee, stop, and then up the other leg. There was a short pause when she felt Lynn’s breath against her skin. Jane could feel the coolness working on her body; her nipples were beginning to get hard and after what seemed a lifetime, Jane felt the hot and soapy cloth return to her thighs. Lynn slid the hot clothe slowly up her leg and across her pussy, and then back down her other leg. Lynn moved Jane’s legs apart and then brought the freshly warmed washcloth to her already hot lips. Jane felt her knees buckle just a little, but held onto the shower head and steadied herself. She felt the hot cloth spread her lips and then the heat against her very excited clitoris. Lynn moved it back to Jane’s inner lips and gently washed each one. After she washed Jane’s tender asshole and she heard Lynn stand up.

Knowing what was coming next, didn’t make it any less exciting, Jane felt the rush of hot water slowly running over her shoulder. Lynn rinsed each breast with a generous amount of water, making it hurt just enough. The hot water poured down over Jane’s aching pussy, making her moan loudly. Lynn poured more water over Jane’s breast, moving the slow trickle of water down her belly, and then on her downy fur. Jane felt Lynn spread her lips and then the hot water rushed over her tender flesh. Jane’s knees buckled again and she aydıntepe escort slipped, but Lynn caught her in her arms and gave Jane a long passionate kiss. Lynn pulled off Jane’s blindfold and told her it was finally time for her bubble bath.

After helping Jane to her feet, Lynn opened the shower door, led her to the tub, and helped her in the silky hot water. The candles surrounding the tube gave off a warm, sexy glow; Jane melted into the water as Lynn went back into the shower and retrieved the antique pitcher that she had used earlier. Lynn slowly poured the water over Jane’s hair until it was very wet. She put some soap in her hands and began to work it through Jane’s hair. Lynn massaged her head as he lathered up the shampoo. Lynn rinsed Jane’s hair slowly, letting the water gently run over her head. Once Jane’s hair was rinsed, Lynn slipped into the tub behind her and poured Jane another glass of champagne. Lynn held Jane close and lightly caressed her in the silky water. Jane could almost fall asleep because the environment was so relaxing. They stayed cuddle up for a long time, listening to the soft flowing music in the candlelight; it was almost heaven indeed! The week from Hell seemed a distant memory.

In spite of Jane’s intense desire for Lynn, she drifted off to sleep in her arms. The warm water, music, champagne, and the orgasms had left her sleepy. Jane only woke a little when she felt Lynn slide out of the tub and gently ease her head against a towel. She had just about drifted back to sleep, when Lynn reentered the room, dressed in her silk boxers and shirt. She had a large towel and Jane’s thick Terri-cloth robe in her hands. Jane tried to apologize for falling asleep, but Lynn placed her finger to Jane’s mouth to quite her.

Lynn helped Jane out of the tub and began to towel her off with the soft warm towel, fresh and hot right out of the dryer. She slowly dried off Jane’s back, easing her way down her body. Lynn kissed her soft, freshly washed bottom as she dried the back of Jane’s legs. Lynn turned Jane around and dried her way up Jane’s legs. The soft warm towel brushed against her hot sex as Lynn gently toweled her off. When Lynn reached Jane’s breast with the towel, the warm towel had a damping effect on her sweet lower lips. After drying Jane’s face and hair Lynn gave her a soft wet kiss and whispered “You are so beautiful!” Lynn pulled her close and hugged her for a moment; Jane wanted to stay wrapped in Lynn’s arms for the rest of the night, but Lynn was not done yet.

Lynn sat her down in their dressing chair and began to carefully comb Jane’s wet hair. When her hair was free of tangles, Lynn began to blow dry her hair. Jane sat back and enjoyed all her special attention. Jane’s head was still swimming from the hot bath. Lynn continued until her hair was dry, every once in a while, the hot air would blow down into Jane’s robe and warm her nipples. The hot air on her nipples only added to her already damp pussy.

Lynn helped Jane out of the chair and walked her towards the bed. Vanilla candles surrounded the bed and on the bed side table was a bowel of hot water with a bottle of vanilla lotion floating in it. Jane knew that she was in for one of Lynn’s glorious body massages. Lynn helped Jane out of her robe and laid her on her stomach, covering her lower body with the robe. Lynn took the lotion out of the bowl of hot water, let the warm lotion drip onto Jane’s flesh, and began to rub her shoulders. Jane let out a soft moan as Lynn worked out the last of her built up tension from a difficult week. Lynn massaged her way down Jane’s back until she reached Jane’s butt. Again, she let the lotion drip into the crack of Jane’s ass; Lynn’s strong hand massaged Jane’s butt muscles deeply. Her hands gently brushed Jane’s lips as she continued the stroke around her checks. This contact continued to add to Jane’s dampness. Jane looked back to see a knowing grin on Lynn’s face. She thought that she had felt it earlier, but the sensitive flesh of her ass let her know for sure, that Lynn had placed just a touch of cinnamon oil in the lotion. Jane said, “You enjoy this too much!” Lynn replied “What?” with her evil little laugh and moved to the back of Jane’s thighs and slowly, but firmly stroked her thighs. The back of her knees was another area Lynn paid special attention to, before moving down to Jane’s tired calf muscles.

After massaging the tension from her calves, Lynn had Jane turn over to her back and moved in between her legs. Lynn again covered Jane’s top with the robe. She placed Jane’s left foot in between her crotch; Jane could feel Lynn’s wetness again. Lynn took Jane’s right foot in her hand and placed a generous amount of lotion on Jane’s foot and began to rub her toes. Lynn used her thumbs to press hard down the center of Jane’s foot; this sent a surprising twinge up the middle of her pussy. Lynn repeated this on Jane’s other foot; she could see moisture building up on Jane’s neither lips. Lynn moved up farther between Jane’s legs and massaged her shins and then her knees. Lynn was sitting with Jane’s knees draped over her thighs; the heat was rising up from between them. If Jane was allowed to, she would have ground her wet pussy against Lynn’s wet pussy until they both came hard. But Lynn was not going to let that happen tonight and Jane knew it now.

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It was four months now that the new secretary had arrived. Mary-Lou, the head of the secretarial department, had at first kept her distance — but now they got on well together. Chandra was still very timid and anxious to cut a good figure, but Mary Lou liked her silent humour, her wit and, above all, her body, and she had invited Chandra to visit her one weekend, and to have dinner with her. Chandra, who’d rather accept the invitation, pointed out that she would have to leave immediately after dinner, the last bus leaving well before eight — but Mary Lou overrode this objection by asking her not to bother, and just to stay the night. “Right?”

The few staff members that had ever been invited over to Mary Lou’s knew that she was fond of four things: food, talk, music and sex. They had left the day after, broken but satisfied, and now they wistfully eyed her perfect figure in the tailor-made dresses, her round, firm bottom, her supple breasts — and they almost got an erection when they caught a whiff of her perfume drifting their way. Still, Mary Lou was a very efficient, skilled secretary and an entire indispensable member of the staff. Without her the firm would be literally lost.

That Friday afternoon on the bus Chandra thought of the evening to come. She liked Mary Lou very much. She envied her the ease with which she moved, she admired the way she dressed, her long, auburn hair, her perfect make-up, her efficiency… How did one dress for the occasion? Chandra had timidly tried to copy some of the darling way of Mary Lou’s. A new set of undies — suppose Mary Lou saw her in the bathroom… a dark red, woollen dress and red shoes. She thought she looked rather nice.

Mary Lou received her with a flood of talk, drink and music in the living room of her apartment, an apartment she shared with a slightly younger woman who was a hotel receptionist and who was seldom there. She had a roomy, light living room with a lot of books, CDs, a few tall mirrors and some beautiful paintings, one of which was quite indecent indeed — but Chandra was much too overwhelmed to notice at first.

During dinner Mary Lou found out that Chandra was single, that she was very shy and had never had a boyfriend, but that she would have liked to. She imagined that some of Chandra’s timidity might vanish over the weekend — she really hoped so.

After dinner they went back to the living room. Mary Lou pottered about for some time to arrange the fire, the music and the coffee, and Chandra walked round the room looking at the books and pictures. She now noticed the indecent one, and stood looking at it in deep wonder for quite some time when Mary Lou turned round and coughed. Blushing deeply, which very much became her, Chandra turned away from the small — but very detailed — canvas, and walked over to an easy chair. Mary Lou enjoyed the signs. She knew she shouldn’t rush things, but it would probably be all right.

During the ensuing conversation Chandra complimented Mary Lou on her beautiful apartment.

“Oh, but you have only seen the living room and the kitchen. Come, I’ll show you round.”

Mary Lou got up and Chandra followed. They walked to the door, and Mary Lou put an arm round Chandra’s shoulder.

“Beautiful dress, this!”

She smiled at Chandra. Chandra blushed again, for joy this time. She noticed a waft of some rather heavy, full-bodied perfume, and made a lazy, mental note to buy some, too.

They came into the hall.

“Those two doors down there are Jacquie’s. She’s very seldom there. I have a key, and I take care of her plants. Shall we have a look?”

Chandra nodded, and Mary Lou opened the doors on two sparsely furnished rooms, not at all like her own, nice ones.

“How cold,” Chandra said. “It is as though she doesn’t really like them.”

“Oh well, you know,” Mary Lou said, “she’s hardly ever here, and er, she usually spends the nights at her friend’s, and SHE’s got most books and so on in her room.”

“She?” Chandra asked.

“Yes, Jacquie is a lesbian. Come! We’ll lock them again and I’ll show you the rest. This is the bathroom.”

The bathroom held a wide, deep bath, an enormous collection of cosmetics and a clothes rack in the corner, on which some intimate clothing was hanging to dry. Chandra noticed that it seemed very expensive, and that it was rather more daring than the stuff she wore herself.

“Towels in here,” Mary Lou said, pointing at a low cupboard.

Still with her arm around Chandra’s shoulder Mary Lou next led her to the bedroom. Here again was an abundance of books on one wall, a tall mirror, a couple of wardrobes and a dressing table with bottles of perfume, make-up and some Chinese lacquer-work boxes. The centre of the room was occupied by a wide waterbed with satin sheets and pillowcases and a beautiful old quilt. On the bedside table there were an alarm clock, a small pile of books and another Chinese box, a large one. Then there were some easy chairs, and on the walls pictures that apparently told the rest of the story present in the kurtköy escort living room with one episode only.

“You see I’ve got a very crowded room here — quite the opposite of Jacquie’s.”

“Yes indeed — er — are you the friend you mentioned?”

Mary Lou grinned. She thought she could detect a little jealousy in the question, and besides, she was far too fond of male company.

“No, sweetie, I’m not,” she said. “Jacquie’s a good girl and I like her a lot, but no. Her friend lives downtown. Now er – where will you sleep tonight? You could have Jacquie’s room, she won’t be in.”

“But what if she should, and she’d find me in her bed?”

“Oh, she won’t immediately jump you, you know. She’s really quite nice, and fairly feminine. But if you’d rather not…”

“No, please…” Chandra said.

“Well, I have a comfortable camp-bed. We’ll put that up for you.”

Mary Lou let go of Chandra’s shoulder and opened a spacious wardrobe. On the bottom there was neatly rolled canvas camp bed, and Mary Lou bent over to take it out, showing her legs up to her crotch in the process. Chandra, who didn’t want to admit being interested in what she saw, not even or perhaps rather especially not to herself, looked away, and noticed to her surprise that the rest of the wardrobe was solely filled with lots and lots of thin, frilly mere nothings, arranged as in a shop. Open-mouthed she stared at this collection.

“You must have invested a fortune in underwear, haven’t you?” she said.

Mary Lou heaved the camp bed onto a chair and considered for a moment.

“Oh yes,” she said. “Yes, I like beautiful underthings. Soft, smooth, silky…”

She stepped up to the wardrobe and showed Chandra what she meant —

“Thin silk, nylon, lace — look!”

She showed a set of silk and lace claret undies.

“Soft, thick elastic bands, Lyrca for pressure, and the opulence of a beautifully cut brassiere, like this one. And I love the curves of a garter belt, or a lacy basque with a tutu — wonderful! I really like wearing them, and I like to see my skin shine through in the mirror, and to feel my nipples against the material. Look!”

Mary Lou let her dress slip down her shoulders and on to the ground. She wore white underwear and black stockings, and, indeed, looked very tempting. The set fitted to a t.

“I think it’s very nice, don’t you?” she said, pushing her chest out.

Chandra blushed, but had to admit she thought so, too. She actually felt rather desirous to touch Mary Lou; she would never dare do so, though.

“Oh, yes,” she said, “much nicer than mine,” and she hesitantly touched some of the clothes in the wardrobe. “I couldn’t afford them, you know, and I wouldn’t dare go into a shop and buy them.”

“What do you buy?”

“Er, I always go to…”

“No, just show me. Saves lots of words,” Mary Lou suggested.

Blushing deeply, Chandra stepped out of her dress behind one of the wardrobe doors. Then she came back, looking crestfallen and ashamed.

Mary Lou didn’t suffer from any inhibitions, and she unashamedly took in the sight of Chandra in half undress. She wore cotton underwear, white, sensible, stiff — and a pair of tights that came up to her navel. But she had beautiful breasts and a wonderful set of buttocks, and smooth long legs, and a well-curved belly.

Mary Lou shook her head.

“That’s not much, is it?”

“No,” Chandra whispered, miserably and almost inaudibly. She wished she could sink through the floor right away.

“Come, let’s try some of mine,” Mary Lou offered. “Wait!”

She searched expertly for a few specific items and handed them to Chandra.

“Try these!”

Chandra took them, rather shakily, and wanted to step behind the wardrobe door again, but Mary Lou quickly closed the door.

“Come on, take off those decent drawers and things. Let me help you!”

And she unhooked Chandra’s bra. Chandra timidly let it slide down her arms, and then removed her shoes, tights and panties. Then Mary Lou saw how beautiful she really was — even more beautiful than she had anticipated. Chandra apologetically asked Mary Lou for the bra she had selected.

“Here. It has front fastening, and it’s a long-liner — actually a kind of basque. Put your arms through the straps.”

Mary Lou held the piece of clothing around Chandra’s figure, exactly as tall as she was, and as Chandra held her arms back to put them through the straps Mary Lou felt to her excitement Chandra’s soft, virgin breasts against her own.

“I’ll fasten it for you. Come!”

She closed the basque with a red ribbon on small hooks. Chandra cautiously touched the smooth material and the luxuriant shoulder straps. Then she put on the matching briefs, which fitted well though they were so tight that they rather showed her vulva to advantage.

“Now these stockings. No, no — roll them first, and then put your toes in. Yes — that’s the way!”

While instructing Chandra, who was sitting on etiler eskort the bed with one leg pulled up, Mary Lou greedily looked at her bulging private parts, licking her lips but certain she shouldn’t rush her guest.

“Great! Now the other.”

Chandra put on the other stocking and stood up — a young goddess in Mary Lou’s eyes.

“Wait – I’ll fasten the straps. They should run between your briefs and your skin, like this. My — haven’t you smooth skin! So — that’s done. Now those shoes — yes, there’s a good girl — and there’s the mirror! You see? Don’t you look wonderful in those? And doesn’t it make you feel fine to show how beautiful you are instead of hiding it as much as possible?”

Chandra felt rather week in the knees — for she had enjoyed Mary Lou’s smooth fingers adjusting the suspender straps and she was afraid her crotch was slowly getting wet while she stepped up to the mirror and admired herself.

“You have such nice breasts — far too nice to imprison them in something like that –” and Mary Lou pointed at Chandra’s discarded cottons.

“Well, you know, I just can’t afford things like these,” Chandra regretfully said. “Things are expensive enough as it is, and I just wouldn’t know where to go, either.”

Mary Lou considered her position and then said, “I can help you, I think. I can get them at retail prices or lower, often at production costs — that’s why I have such a lot, really. Let’s have a go through them tomorrow, and I’ll get some for you, ok?”

“Yes, that would be great.” Chandra’s eyes sparkled and her face lit up in pleasurable anticipation, which made her even more desirable in Mary Lou’s eyes. “Er — do they keep well?”

“Oh yes, they do. I always wash everything by hand, you see.”

“And then spin-drying?”

“No,” Mary Lou said. “I squeeze the water out, in my fist, and then hang them to dry when they’re small, and I lay them on a towel when they’re big. And best of all…” She dried up half way her sentence and smiled.

“Well?” Chandra asked.

“Er, pardon?” Mary Lou said.

“Well, you were going to tell me the best way to dry your things — but you suddenly stopped.”

“Yes, well…” Mary Lou said, “er, you won’t think I’m weird or something?”

“Of course not. Promise,” Chandra said. She couldn’t imagine why Mary Lou should ask.

“And you won’t laugh at me or refuse to stay?”

Chandra shook her head impatiently. “Please tell me,” she said.

“Well, you see, when I’m alone here, I always dry a set on my body.”

Chandra raised her eyebrows questioningly. “You’ve found they stay best that way?”

“It certainly doesn’t do any harm to them,” Mary Lou said, “but I don’t know if they stay best — it’s simply the nicest way.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

Mary Lou sighed. “Shall I demonstrate it? Yes?”

Chandra nodded.

“Okay, then — come along to the bathroom.”

Mary Lou put an arm round Chandra’s naked shoulder again, and she felt Chandra shiver for suppressed joy at the skin-to-skin touch. They walked to the bathroom and Mary Lou turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. Then she kicked off her shoes and got into the bath.

“Take off your shoes and join me,” she said.

Slightly flabbergasted, Chandra stepped into the bath — to be immediately showered from shoulders to toes by Mary Lou.

“Now you must shower me,” she said.

Chandra, who felt the nylon underwear stick to her body, did as she was told.

“Okay, now turn it off, right?”

Chandra did, and Mary Lou produced a couple of towels.

“Now you dry yourself carefully, but not where you’re clothed — look! I can see your nipples quite sharply now. Ready? Let’s go back to the bedroom then. Come!”

They walked back. Mary Lou took Chandra’s hand and put it on her bottom, on the wet panties.

“Just feel,” she said.

Then she put an arm around Chandra and pulled her torso against her own. Chandra, who didn’t know what she was or wasn’t supposed to feel any longer, felt hot and she was very glad of the shower as the wet spot in her panties couldn’t show now.

Mary Lou closed the bedroom door.

“Let’s look at ourselves in the mirror,” she said. “Don’t you love this feeling — wet nylon clinging to those places where it matters most? And while it’s still wet, it’s really almost transparent! Look, you could count the hairs on you Venus’ mount. It certainly always gets me hot. I love to slump in front of the mirror and watch myself shove my long, red fingernails down the front of my panties, like this — and then push my cuntlips aside, and open my legs wide, and look at the soft, red skin inside, through the wet material, and then I find my nipples with my other hand, and tease them a bit, just through the cups of my dripping bra at first, and then under them, so — and often I have split-crotch panties on, and a dildo ready, and then I push the dildo down through the split, and tease myself till I come.”

Chandra istanbul otele gelen escort had abandoned all prudishness and sat watching Mary Lou hungrily, noticing in the mirror that she rubbed her clitoris.

“What’s a dildo?” she asked.

Mary Lou got up and opened the large Chinese box on the bedside table. She took out two objects. She kept one of them out of sight, but the other was handed to Chandra. It was a big, rubber model of a bulbous penis with protuberant balls and a smooth, mushroom head. Her eyes grew wide.

“Do you mean that you could insert that into your vagina?” she asked in disbelief.

“Certainly,” Mary Lou said. “Perhaps not the first time, but yes, you certainly could.”

She lay down backwards on the quilt and, pulling the crotch of her panties apart, spread her legs.

“Try!” she said. “Go ahead!”

Rather dazed, Chandra felt the big, rubber prick with hr hands, and then she tentatively put the head against the soft, coral flesh exposed by Mary Lou. She hesitated.

“You’re so beautiful, you know,” she said. “Are you certain I won’t hurt you with this?”

“No, you couldn’t. You just push ahead.”

Very cautiously, Chandra pushed the head of the artificial prick against Mary Lou’s cunt. She felt with a trembling finger if she was in the right spot — the first time ever she touched anybody else’s sex — and then softly pushed. To her surprise it disappeared up to the balls with very little effort. The dark rubber end stuck obscenely from the white split-crotch panties and Mary Lou squirmed with pleasure. She hadn’t dared to hope Chandra would so willingly play along, and she hadn’t felt so sexy, so hot and so vulnerable for quite some time. Chandra tentatively moved the dildo up and down, and almost automatically stroked Mary Lou’s soft belly between the white underwear.

“Can I try it, too?” she said.

“I don’t think you should,” Mary Lou said. “You see, this really is a big one. But I have a smaller one you could try. If you want to, I’ll have to get you attuned to it a bit first, though.”

She pulled the dildo out of her sucking cunt and said, “Come on, then. Lie down in the middle of the bed — no, don’t take your things off — maybe I will — but we’ll see. Good. Here, you can look at it a bit, and try its shape, maybe even suck the head a little if it gets you in the mood — just please yourself.”

Trembling with excitement Chandra started to investigate the dildo while Mary Lou bent down over her. She pushed Chandra’s legs wide and hooked a finger round the crotch of her panties. Then she pulled it aside and with her long fingers peeled the soft, red slit open. She pushed a finger down the hole, and another one, and a third — and noticed to her enthusiasm that Chandra was quite wide enough for even the big dildo. But she wasn’t going to give that to her yet.

Chandra lay stunned by the new experience. She felt soft fingers caressing her clit, her buttocks, her labia — and she tried to imagine that there was a nice male attached to the dildo. Slowly and almost guiltily she ran her tongue round the rubber head which tasted of — she didn’t know, it wasn’t rubber… Then she realised it tasted of Mary Lou’s cunt and she almost came with excitement. Forgetting any feeling of guilt she licked the dildo clean — to Mary Lou’s joy; she watched Chandra doing it while she slowly pulled her panties down her lovely legs and almost ripped off her own. She felt her juice run down the inside of her legs, but she couldn’t care less, and bent down to tease Chandra’s most intimate flesh with her tongue, taste her as yet untasted love potion and smell her most private perfume.

Chandra lay rocking her hips, rolling her bottom, squirming on the quilt. She used the stiff rubber prick to rub her nipples through the indecently well-fitting basque and she moaned softly.

Then Mary Lou decided she was ready. She took the other dildo — a double one, long and flexible in the centre, with a nominally smaller, well-executed prick on each end, and asked Chandra to kneel on the bed on all fours, “Yes, here!” and then she lay the model prick on her palm, the head half-way her fingers, and with it she began rubbing the length of Chandra’s slit.

“H-h-how’s that?” she panted.

“Great. Hey, please… Put it in… Give it to me… Let me have it… Let me feel it down there!”

“Not yet! One moment,” Mary Lou groaned while watching the thing get more and more lubricated with Chandra’s oozing juices. She bent over Chandra’s back, rubbing her breasts against the wet basque, and kneaded Chandra’s pendulous breasts. Then, finally, she placed the tip against the hot opening and pushed it in, turned round quickly, with one leg between Chandra’s legs and the other next to hers, and let her own cunt sink round the other end.

Chandra came at once, in a prolonged series of small orgasms that last for almost ten minutes, and Mary Lou began to ride the prick inside her which made it move up and down Chandra’s love hole, too. And Chandra, who loved the feeling of that thing inside her, answered the rhythmic movement and paid her back in kind, which made Mary Lou come soon after — but she fucked on until she’d reached a second orgasm. Then she let the dildo slip out of her cunt, pulled it out of Chandra’s and turning around pulled Chandra on top of her.

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Amy stood in front of the mirror wrapped in her old flannel robe and stared at herself. “This is it, girl. If there’s going to be a New Amy you have to start right now.” It had been a month since her divorce had been finalized and she had kept pretty close to the house, rarely going out except to go to work.

Her marriage had never been a happy one. Not that Paul was mean or abusive, it’s just that Amy discovered that she didn’t love him. When she asked herself why she’d married, the only thing she could come up with was the fact that she had been twenty-five years old and everyone told her she needed a husband. They were wrong. She never felt comfortable being intimate with Paul, even though he was her husband. She’d tried, but marital sex just made her more unhappy.

And of course she’d let herself go. As the years passed, the pounds came on. Not really fat – flabby would be more accurate. Then, at age thirty-five, Paul left her. To add insult to injury, it wasn’t for an attractive young thing. Paul left her for a woman six years older.

As she looked at herself Amy realized that the shapeless robe was a shield she hid behind. Nothing could be more unflattering. Finally she got up the nerve and, with a shudder, she pulled the robe open and let it drop to the floor, exposing herself to the mirror. “Definitely flabby,” she thought, staring at the image of a woman overweight and sagging everywhere. “You are going to change – starting today,” she told the woman in the mirror. “And you’re gonna get rid of this ugly robe.” Well, sorta get rid of it. She actually stuffed it in the back of the linen closet and tried to forget it was there.

The next day she did two things: joined a health club and bought new, sexy underwear, which she had no intention of wearing until she felt she had earned them. She had a goal, and that was to be sexy and desirable.

Shortly after Amy started going to the club to work out Laurel joined. Laurel was, like Amy, thirty-five and overweight. Unlike Amy, she’d never been married. “Never got around to it,” was her excuse. “Too busy with work and stuff. Actually I never even dated much. Just not interested.” Amy wished she’d done the same and avoided the tragedy that had been her marriage.

Over the next six months the two women became workout buddies. Together they lifted hundreds of pounds of weights, climbed a thousand mechanical stairs, and tried out every machine the club had to offer. After each workout they would shower, then both would cover as much as possible with towels before going to their lockers to get dressed. Neither Amy nor Laurel felt confident enough with her body to expose it to the other women, most of whom were just as out of shape as they.

Often after their workouts Amy and Laurel would go to the club lounge where, while drinking oddly colored vegetable drinks, they would discuss their goals and progress and their lives. Soon the two of them became close friends, close enough Amy was able to confide about her failed marriage and her feelings of inadequacy. That’s also where Laurel told Amy about her own lack of a love-life. They both vowed to support the other when the loneliness became hard to take and their goals seemed so far away.

Then there was Celeste. Celeste was a little younger than Amy, but without an ounce of flab on her. Long red hair, high firm breasts, slender waist and hips that every woman coveted. Celeste wasn’t the least bit shy about showing off, usually leaving the shower to dry off in the open, then discarding her towel before casually walking to her locker, seemingly unconscious of her nudity. Both Amy and Laurel did everything they could to keep from staring at Celeste’s beautiful body.

Laurel and Amy talked about how beautiful and sexy Celeste was, each saying how she wished she was anywhere near as attractive as the redhead. “Hell, I’d walk naked through the whole gym if I looked that good,” Laurel contended. Amy wasn’t sure she’d go that far, but she’d certainly start wearing those undies she had hidden away.

It took a while for Amy to admit to herself (only herself) that she didn’t just covet Celeste’s beautiful body – she was coming to desire it. She wanted to run her hands down that perfect skin, over the soft, feminine curves of her breasts and hips. She thought about teasing her pointy nipples with the tips of her fingers, and, when alone at night, she let herself imagine what it would be like to kiss and suck on those breasts.

Since she was a teen-ager Amy had had a lover. Nameless. Faceless. Genderless. When Amy touched herself, pleasured herself, it was her lover who was touching her. When she let her fingers find the special places that led to sexual release, in the fantasy of her mind it was the lover who had brought her to climax.

Even in the early years of her marriage, when she still thought she loved Paul, his face never showed up on the phantom lover. And Paul never caused her to orgasm either, unless she closed her eyes and let her lover help him. Yet despite the fact she barely knew Celeste – they’d hardly even spoken – it was Celeste’s face that began to appear on her longtime anonymous lover. Finally Amy had to admit it, she was not kurtköy escort only envious of the redhead, she actually was aching to give herself to the beautiful woman.

Although they never talked openly about it, Amy was pretty sure Laurel felt the same. She could see that her friend had trouble taking her eyes off Celeste, especially when she was wandering around the locker room so casual in her nudity. Amy wondered, but never asked, if Laurel too got a little wet as they watched the naked Celeste brush her hair or apply make-up. Did that perfect body cry out to Laurel as it did to Amy, asking her to touch it, to kiss it, to make love to it?

Exactly nine months after standing in front of the mirror and ditching the flannel robe, Amy stood there naked again. “Not bad,” she told herself. “Not in Celestes’s league, but not bad at all.” Her breasts were finally pointing up rather than down, a tribute to the underlying muscles which Amy and worked to tighten. Her waist was once more in reasonable proportion to her curves. And her ass was rounder and tighter, looking even more so by the thin musculature of her legs and thighs. As a reward for her achievements, Amy stuck some of the sexiest undies in her gym bag. She wasn’t ready to wear them, not yet, but she felt close enough to at least have them at hand.

It was the following week that Amy began her aerobics class. She really didn’t like aerobics, but had joined the class because Celeste was taking it. She managed to find a place behind and to one side of the beautiful redhead and, while she didn’t care for the exercises, the view was wonderful. Especially when Celeste would turn around and Amy could detect the dampness at the other woman’s crotch. In her head she knew this was simply sweat caused by the exertion, but in her imagination the dampness had a sexual source. That night her faithful lover morphed completely into the woman she desired so much and Amy climaxed crying out the name of Celeste.

Laurel’s work schedule didn’t allow her to take the class, and she usually arrived at the gym some time after it was over. She did tell Amy that she missed working out with her. She also admitted she missed seeing Celeste in the locker room. “That girl is a real knock-out. If it wasn’t so kinky, I could get the hots for her. Amy suspected that Laurel already had the hots for Celeste – just has she had. Amy had stopped thinking of it as kinky a long time before.

Meeting in class three times a week, Amy and Celeste became better acquainted. Although she was over-endowed in looks, Amy found that the woman wasn’t particularly bright. She mainly seemed to think about her looks and whether others appreciated them. Nevertheless the two women became friendly. When Amy finally got up her nerve and ditched the towel after showering, parading her own nudity between the lockers, Celeste complimented her on how much progress she’d made. Amy glowed all over, knowing the woman she was so infatuated with was admiring her own body. That night Amy brought herself to a series of the most explosive orgasms she’d ever experienced while imagining Celeste making love to her.

It was the following Friday evening after class when Celeste and Amy were doing their hair in front of the locker room mirror that Celeste said, “Say, why don’t the two of us go down to the lounge for a drink. Maybe we could go out later and have some fun.”

Amy thought she’d died and gone to heaven. With her heart in her mouth she managed so say, “Sounds great to me. Let’s get dressed.” Reaching into her gym bag Amy finally let herself pull out the sexy lingerie she’d been promising herself. “Finally,” she thought. “I’m finally ready.”

As she pulled on the tiny thong panty Celeste glanced over and whistled. “Wow, great knickers. Someone may get lucky tonight.”

“Shit, I hope so,” Amy thought, smiling at the compliment. “And I hope it’s me.” Amy felt like a high-school girl who had jut been asked by the captain of the football team if she would carry his books home.

Sitting across the table from Celeste in the lounge Amy sipped at her drink which looked like a raspberry shake but tasted suspiciously of beets and carrots. The redhead took a sip of hers and made a small face. “I know this stuff is good for you, especially after a workout, but it sure leaves a lot to be desired in the taste department. Let’s finish these and go somewhere we can have a real drink.”

“Sounds good to me. Where were you thinking?” Amy herself was thinking of a bar called ‘Jeune Filles,’ where women were said to feel free expressing their feelings for other women. Instead Celeste said ‘Bobbysox,’ a well known ‘meat market.’

“As good as we look, bet the guys’ll be drooling all over themselves to buy us drinks.” Even that thought excited Amy because she would be the one the guys envied, the one with the most beautiful date in the place. She was still smiling about that when suddenly Celeste said, “Look over there,” directing her attention to a booth in the corner. Turning Amy saw two young women sitting side-by-side, holding hands and staring lovingly in each other’s eyes.

As she watched the two began kissing. etiler escort bayan Amy was so turned on by what she was watching she had trouble breathing. They were doing exactly what she imaged she and Celeste would be doing soon. But her companion’s next comment hit her like a blow to the stomach. “Fucking lesbos! That’s disgusting.” As the kiss got more passionate Celeste added, “They ought to throw those freaks out of here.”

Turning back to the table, Amy took a long sip of her drink, hoping to disguise the humiliation and disappointment she felt. “I can see they make you sick, too,” Celeste said. “C’mon, lets go hit the bars. Maybe find a couple of young studs to help us forget those queers. God, that’s repulsive.”

Amy was mortified. Did Celeste know? Know what she had been wanting? How could she have been so stupid, so blind, to hope that the beautiful woman would even be interested in her. Especially when it was clear what the redhead thought of women who loved each other. It was all Amy could do to talk. “I better not,” she managed to say. “I’m . . . uh . . . not feeling good.”

“Oh honey,” Celeste said, taking her hand. “Did those freaks upset you that much?”

“No, not them,” Amy said, trying not to recoil from the touch that only moments before she had been longing for. “I think I shouldn’t have worked out today. I guess . . . I guess it was the wrong time. You know?”

“Baby, I’m sorry. I know how sometimes that’ll sneak up on you.”

“Yeah, I better go home. You go on and have a good time. Don’t worry about me.” Amy was sure she wouldn’t.

Somehow she made it to her car without losing too much composure. But once there the flood gates opened. Leaning her head against the steering wheel, Amy was wracked with sobs. “So stupid,” she repeated to herself. “You stupid, stupid freak.” Her bawling had subsided to a steady weeping when there was a rap on her window. Amy jumped, afraid she’d see the redhead at her window. A wave of relief flowed over her when she saw it was Laurel instead.

Rolling down the window, her friend said, “Amy, what’s wrong?”

“N . . . n . . . nothing,” Amy lied unconvincingly.

“Yes there is. Unlock the doors and let me in with you,” Laurel insisted. Amy hit the switch for the door locks while Laurel walked around the car. As soon as she was seated Laurel put her arms around Amy and made soothing sounds. Amy let Laurel pull her to her and began weeping again on her friend’s shoulder.

Slowly the story came out. How Celeste had invited her out for drinks. How excited she had been and what she had hoped for. “I thought it was a date,” she confided between sobs. “I wanted her. Wanted her to touch me, and let me touch her. Oh shit, I wanted to make love to her.”

Then she told Laurel about the two girls kissing. “I was so excited. I thought it was turning Celeste on. Instead, ‘Fucking Lesbos,’ she called them. Queers. Freaks. Disgusting.” With that, Amy started sobbing uncontrollably in her friends arms. “I never felt so humiliated in my life. She hates me. Hates what I’m becoming.”

“Oh honey,” Laurel said soothingly. “She wasn’t talking about you. She didn’t even know.”

“She didn’t have to. I knew. And I knew I was nothing but a fucking lesbo. And I didn’t even get fucked.”

“Amy darling, I hate to tell you this but women don’t fuck each other. Not possible,” Laurel said trying to lighten the mood.

“I know what women do. What I wanted to do. But she hates that, and she’d hate me if she knew that’s what I wanted.”

“Hmm, ‘lesbos,” Laurel said, still trying to cheer her friend up. Bet that’s French. Probably spelled L-e-s-b-e-a-u-x. Wonder what it means.

Her attempt at levity didn’t work. “It means ‘dykes.’ Like me,” Amy replied, sobbing again.

The two women sat for a while with their arms around each other. Finally Laurel spoke up and said, “Let’s change places and I’ll drive you home. You need to get cleaned up, darling. You look like hell.”

“Thanks,” Amy said. Then she looked in the mirror and saw her own tear-stained face. “You’re right, I do look like hell.” After agreeing that she’d bring Laurel back for her car later, Amy let her friend drive them to her house.

Once inside, Laurel told Amy to get cleaned up while she fixed them some tea. “Bring it to the bedroom, okay,” Amy said. “I want to lay down a while.”

As Laurel went to the kitchen to boil water Amy went into the bathroom and washed the runny make-up off her face. Stripping, she looked at herself in the mirror and found that her skin was covered with red splotches from her bawling.

Still holding back sobs, Amy took off her pretty underwear and stuffed them in the hamper. “You don’t deserve these,” she said, “and maybe you never will. Then she dug her old flannel robe out of the closet and tied it around her.

When Laurel got there with the tea Amy was sitting on the bed, her back against the headboard. After putting the cups down on the night stand, Laurel sat on the edge of the bed next to her. The two women drank in silence a few minutes before setting their cups back down.

“Thank you, Laurel. For being so kind bostancı escort and understanding.”

“Amy darling, I’d do anything for you. You are the best friend I’ve ever had.” Despite what she had gone through, Amy felt herself smiling.

“Besides, you are a such a lovely woman,” Laurel went on, brushing Amy’s hair back with her hand. “So lovely,” she said as her fingertips touched Amy’s cheek.

“I don’t feel lovely,” Amy said. “I thought I did, but I was wrong. I’m certainly not beautiful, like Celeste.”

“Honey, Celeste is gorgeous because that’s all she wants to be. There’s nothing else there, only her looks and her self-absorption.” Amy nodded, trying to be convinced.

“But your beauty,” Laurel went on. “Your beauty goes much deeper. You are a beautiful woman inside as well as out.” Then she touched the collar of Amy’s robe. “Of course, this thing sure hides that.”

Amy smiled and said, “It’s my coat of armor. I used to wear this hoping it would turn Paul off and he wouldn’t want to have sex.”

“I bet it worked,” Laurel said with a laugh.

“Not often enough,” Amy replied.

Looking more serious, Laurel said, “I want to see the real you.” With that she untied the robe and pulled it open, displaying Amy’s full body. “So lovely,” she said quietly. Amy held her breath as Laurel’s hands traced their way down her cheeks, along the sides of her breasts and the outside of her thighs. Then slowly Laurel moved her hands back up over the tops of Amy’s legs. Her fingers lightly brushed the curls at Amy’s crotch before sliding over her belly and coming to rest on her breasts. Amy looked down and saw her friends hands cupping her boobs. She gave a short intake of breath as the fingers softly rolled her nipples. Amy could feel them harden under the woman’s caress. Laurel touched each of the hard points with her lips. Then she placed her lips against Amy’s. Amy held perfectly still, afraid even to breath, afraid to break the spell. It wasn’t really a kiss, just two women sharing the touch of their lips.

Finally Amy put her hands on her friend’s shoulders and pushed her back upright. “My turn now,” she said softly. “I want to see you.” Laurel sat still while Amy opened the buttons on her blouse, then pulled it back. Reaching around her, Amy started trying to unhook the bra. “Damn,” she said as she struggled with the clasp. “Teen-aged boys can do this one-handed.”

“Well, you’re not a teen-aged boy,” Laurel said with a grin.

“How can you tell?”

Reaching down and patted Amy’s crotch, Laurel said, “Because if you were there’d be something to hang on to here.”

Amy put her hand on Laurel’s and moved it to her breast. “Well, you can hang on here anytime you want.” Then, as Laurel squeezed her tit and pinched the nipple Amy sighed, “Oh yeah, anytime.”

The clasp finally mastered, Amy pulled the bra down and took Laurels breasts in her hands, her thumbs rubbing the nipples. She leaned forward and sucked the tip of first one, then the other between her lips. Laurel let out a low “mmmm” as Amy ran her tongue over the sensitive skin.

Laurel let Amy remove her blouse and bra. Then Amy asked, “Would you mind getting naked for me?”

“Honey, I wouldn’t mind at all.” As Laurel stood and removed her shorts and panties, Amy got the robe out from under her and handed it to her friend who threw it across the room. “Don’t think you’re gonna be needing that for a while,” she said with a smile.”

“No, I don’t think so.” Naked, Laurel laid down on the bed next to Amy and took her friend in her arms. They lay together, their breasts and hips touching, and looked in each other’s eyes a few moments. Then Amy opened her mouth and put it over Laurel’s. There was no pretense or hesitancy this time as they kissed passionately, their tongues exploring each other. Amy’s hand went down Laurel’s back until she was cupping the other woman’s butt, pulling her hard against her. She opened her legs slightly and soon each woman was rubbing her most private parts against the other’s thigh. Amy could feel the heat and moistness of the other woman’s sex and knew her own pussy was equally wet and hot.

Finally Amy asked quietly, “Have you ever . . .?”

“No. Never,” Laurel responded. Neither had to state out loud what she was asking but they both knew.

Amy pushed Laurel onto her back and pulled her body up on top. Holding Laurel’s face in her hands she looked her in the eyes and said, “I’m going to make love to you now.” Not a question, just a statement.

“I want that. Oh god yes, I want that so much.”

Amy pressed her mouth to Laurel’s once more, then moved downward, kissing her chin, then the curve of her neck. She stopped her downward movement long enough to suck hard on each of the other women’s tits, encouraged by the happy sounds this caused. Then down again, planting tiny kisses over the soft belly of her lover. Finally she knelt between Laurel’s open legs and just looked at the woman’s sex. “So beautiful,” Amy said quietly. And it was. She had never seen a vagina that close before and it was even more inviting than she had imagined. The labia was red and swollen, in anticipation of what would come. She could see the clitoris, pressing up against its hood as if looking for attention. The scent of her friend’s desire intoxicated and emboldened her. “Mmm,” Laurel breathed as Amy ran her fingers up her moist lips. Then the moan turned to a growl as Amy pressed the flat of her tongue against the Little Man.

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Celeste was always an affectionate woman from the time she was very young. In the time since she had a chance to settle down out of her wilder streaks, and after all that had happened to her in life, she had grown to be a bit lonesome. That changed in late 2006.

Quite some eventful months ago, she found a website spotlighting a young visionary that was provoked to offer hugs, free of charge, to our very impersonal, busy as beavers society. In the dynamic and motivating video broadcasted on the internet with a background soundtrack that was vitally liberating, the venturing protagonist carried a crude sign offering free hugs to anyone open minded and daring enough to take him up on his risk-free offer. People slowly warmed to his cuddly nature. Eventually, he was faced with the unfortunate scourges of persecution and short-sighted intolerance — and was escorted and banished from the outdoor mall. After a popularized petition grew to epic proportions, the free-hugs campaign spread like wildfires across Australia, North America, and the globe with thunderous fanfare.

Free time has not been in a premium for Celeste, but she always meant to launch a local chapter of free hugs when she had a tick tock or two of free time. At Christmas, she leapfrogged with a new friend up to Toronto to wreak her own brand of havoc on somebody else’s stomping grounds for a refreshing change. While in the bowels of downtown Toronto — in the epicenter of consumerism and avarice — they were pleasantly surprised to encounter fifteen spirited members of the organization. Celeste got a pre-emptive introduction to the empowering sensations of a lavish excess of hugs on that wondrous day.

So when her friend decided they should offer free hugs in January, she took her up on her inviting offer. Celeste very rarely turned down an offer to play the fool for a day. They crafted their free hugs signage, adorned with a flamboyant flourish of sparklies and glitter, and trudged off to the mall. They were inundated almost immediately.

There were skittish and bashful hugs when the would-be hugger thought they were being observed by judgmental bystanders; or a few uninspired hugs accompanied with a pat on the back. There were the “lemming” hugs when friends of would-be embracers decided they needed a hug too — even if their hugging needs were aroused by the pressure of their peers. There were those leaning, fearful of proximity hugs (“pecks on the chest”) which diminished as more and more curious patrons observed the kerfuffle. There were quite a few hugs accompanied with a kiss on the cheek or the top of her head which unwittingly moved Celeste and she broke into fits of silliness and even song. There were a few hugs from the kiddies too and in one case she got to hug a little girl’s cushiony, velveteen teddy bear (the “Pookie” hug). There were confiding hugs where she was held tight while they whispered into her ears their humorous banter and giggles, their encouragement, or their insightful discourse. There were short lived hugs or sustained embraces one of them just didn’t want to bring to a grinding halt. There were the uplifting or swinging hugs where one of the huggers was hoisted from the ground spun into dizzy submission.

By the end of that day, Celeste had the science of the hug all figured out and there was so much instruction to be done on the enrapturing magnitude of the hug, the innate dependence on hugs, and the societal need for the proliferation of the hug in our daily lives. Hugs heal. Hugs cause smiles and wipe away sorrows. Hugs bind. Hugs revive. Hugs redeem. Hugs speak volumes of words. Hugs say hello. Hugs say goodbye. Hugs say I’m sorry. Hugs say I forgive you. Hugs slow us down — and can make a moment seem to last an eternity. Hugs open minds. Hugs are the bestest reminders that we all need someone to care if only for a fleeting moment in time — and can offer the same gesture when and if it is required of us. If Celeste ever turns down a hug from anybody, you’ll know her heart is dead.

In the midst of this kerfuffle, Celeste spotted a woman who she loosely recognized. She watched the mysterious woman, approximately her same age, viewing the spectacle from afar. The woman was obviously leery to approach.

Celeste, on the other hand, possessed virtually no strains of tempered bashfulness. She never stopped herself from doing something in the spur of the moment. It would never be in her nature. Besides, this woman was stunning.

Celeste had for many years consigned herself to the exclusive love of women. While it had not always worked in her favor, and she had spent many years alone because of her unorthodox choices in the bedroom, she was predominantly content with her choices. She often wandered in parks, beaches, malls, and places where women would collect for her own admiration. Not that they knew Celeste was looking. She was usually discreet.

In this case, during a brief hiatus from her duties, she wandered in a bee line straight for the curious onlooker. The look on her face was precious as Celeste approached. Almost completely spooked, the pendik escort woman turned to flee.

Celeste — “You’ve been watching for hours. I’m surprised you’re running away now that I’m coming over to give you what you probably deserve.”

Onlooker — “I’m sorry if I was staring. I was waiting for a friend that is dreadfully late. I think he has his own conception of time.”

Celeste — “Typical man. Stereotypical even.”

Celeste lifted one hand in the air. Then the other. Shaking them in jazz hands. The innocent bystander just giggled.

Onlooker — “Maybe I was a little curious.”

Celeste — “Yes, I believe maybe a little more than a little.”

Onlooker — “Maybe a smidge more than a little.”

Celeste — “Enough to give me a hug now?”

Onlooker — “Maybe just one.”

Celeste leapt into her arms and squeezed the woman tightly.

Celeste — “I’ve got you now and I’m not letting go. Bwahahahaha.”

The mysterious woman just giggled incessantly and squeezed Celeste’s body to her own. She had never been hugged by a stranger like this. She remarked to herself that she liked the feeling of Celeste’s hugs.

Celeste — “Since your absent minded friend didn’t bother to pencil you in, would you care to spend a few tick tocks with me and my friend? I think you might enjoy yourself for the rest of the afternoon. After all, what were you gonna do now? Go shopping?”

Onlooker — “Yes I thought I might go down to the Victoria Secrets store so I could tempt a new friend back into my life since my absentminded friend didn’t bother to pencil me in properly.”

Celeste — “Lucky new friend. *Winks* Tell you what, after a little while, I’ll come along with you. Might be fun to go shopping with someone so inclined to entice her friends with slinky negligees and revealing underclothes. Game? By the way, what’s your name?”

The onlooker paused for a moment. Celeste was fun and she kept her little secret to herself for the moment. It wasn’t yet time to spring that jack in the box on her would-be hugger. She introduced herself as Carolyn. With that, she joined Celeste and her friend in their hijinks. For the rest of the afternoon, all three of the women hugged the busy beavers that ran to and fro in the mall.

After a few hours, Celeste’s friend had to head to work at a local bar. Celeste turned to Carolyn, mischief gleaming in her eyes.

Celeste — “The day is still young, Carolyn. Shall we go and pry the secret out of Victoria? Naughty girl that she is?”

Off they went into the inner sanctum of the mall. They found the well trafficked store and Celeste skipped off to a nearby rack leading Carolyn astray. Picking four or five lacy and naughty outfits off the rack, she held them up to Carolyn.

Celeste — “Yum”

Celeste — “Yuck”

Celeste — “Yuck” Celeste — “Fuck”

Celeste — “Hot dang”

Taking the unaware Carolyn by the hand, straight to the changing room quickly discarding the garments deemed as yucky…she took her new friend into the barely secluded cubicle and threw the curtain closed.

Celeste — “Strip”

Carolyn felt compelled to do so. She couldn’t explain it. She had never done this sort of thing before. She was always reserved and careful about her friendships. But Celeste had her spirit raging like a machine. She had captured her curiosity. She felt no shame in front of Celeste since Celeste certainly didn’t have any compulsions to feel ashamed. Carolyn was being lead by a woman that wouldn’t ever seem to follow. So it seemed.

Carolyn stripped herself slowly of her day clothes feeling no pangs of embarrassment as she revealed every inch of her naked skin. Celeste looked her up and down and bit her lip.

“Yummy”

Carolyn blushed inwardly at Celeste’s compliment, but tried on the negligee that Celeste liked best. It fit perfectly. Carolyn spun around in front of the mirror in the now cramped booth and admitted it looked pretty swell on her. Celeste told her that was on her and the others as well if they matched its perfection.

Sure enough, all of the garments looked stunning on Carolyn. Celeste took them into her hands, abruptly opening the curtain, yelled “Hot Girl Naked in Here”, and then reluctantly closed the shades with a naughty grin on her face. She went off to pay for the lingerie as Carolyn changed into her street clothes.

Carolyn secreted herself out of the change room hiding behind racks to covertly recon the room. She snuck up to the register behind Celeste, bereft of shame, giving her a swat on her tight little behind.

Celeste — “Oh baby, do that again and again and you’ll never get rid of me.”

Carolyn — “Who said I wanted to get rid of you Celly?”

Celeste — “Yay. My charms have entranced you too! By the way, I love being called Celly. Been called that for years.”

Carolyn — “Really? Good guess on my part then.”

Celeste — “Very astute. Smart, sexy, ridiculously fun. Your inner demons are being summoned with every second that passes with Celly. etiler outcall escorts Shall we go and sacrifice the goat now?”

Carolyn — “I thought it was tears of virgins that summoned personal bravery of somewhat shy girls to become … well, like you.”

Celeste — (looking around) “Know any?”

Carolyn — “I think they are a dying breed. On the endangered species list for sure if not completely extinct.”

Celeste — “Ok. No goat farms near here either. We could go cow tipping. Ever do that?”

Carolyn — “Not sure I want to run around in poop.”

Celeste — “Shucks. Ok how about that little boathouse in the park. They have live music. Lots to drink on tap. Bottles of wine up the wazoo. My treat. Then maybe you better come back to my place just down the way. Within stumbling distance. I better not let you drive after I’m done with you.”

Carolyn — “Oh that would be splendid. Do you have a guest room?” *Winks*

Celeste — “Sighs. Guess you’ll have to share my waterbed with me. I think it’s big enough for two. Not that I’ve ever tried.” *Rolls eyes*

The two friends took off arm in arm to their cars. Driving separately to Celeste’s home, they filled the driveway. Then skipping along through the puddles on the sidewalks, they entered the park. Soon, they reached the boathouse and went inside. The club was nearly empty and they got their choice of seats. Choosing a booth, with plenty of room, they cuddled up close to one another. For hours they enjoyed the company of their new friend, ordering up libation after libation, and spoke about their hopes, dreams, fears, and loves. Near last call, Carolyn had something she just had to say.

Carolyn — “Have you been playing with me Celly?”

Celeste — “I thought that might take place later when nobody was watching. But if you want, I can strip you down and pour this glass of wine down your naked body and drink from your cleavage. I can lap up every drop of the sweet wine. My tongue doesn’t stop for recess.”

Carolyn — “You really don’t remember me, do you?”

Celeste — “When I first saw you today, a vague sense of memory flashed through me. I’m getting old, sweetie. The grey matter is going white. Like my hair would if I dared to let it.”

Carolyn — “We went to high school together. We were in quite a few classes together before grade eleven when I moved to Toronto with my family.”

With that, Celeste remembered Carolyn from the way back when. It is peculiar how memories or names or dates can be dragged out of the nether regions of the mind when prompted by your friends, family, or loved ones. Celeste apologized for carelessly forgetting Carolyn and gave her a strong hug and a kiss on her neck.

The two of them left the club, wandering back to Celeste’s house, knowing that they had more history than Celeste originally thought. Celeste wondered if she should catch and release this particular fish. She wondered if she should have mercy on her. But that wasn’t in her nature.

Taking Carolyn inside, they sat down at the kitchen table while Celeste prepared coffee. The two were in the kitchen, steaming mugs in their mitts, while they spoke the last words of the evening.

Celeste — “Still feel like … staying?”

Carolyn — “I’m not going anywhere. I will confess I’ve never been with a woman. Although, I’ve had a passing curiosity ever since I knew you.”

Celeste — “Oh really? But you never did anything about it, did you?”

Carolyn — “Oh god no. But you do something to me, Celly. Something I can’t explain.”

Celeste — “Join the fan club. We meet on Thursdays.”

Carolyn — “Lifetime membership?”

Celeste — “No dues for you. Special treatment.”

Carolyn — “Sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.”

Celeste — “At the time, I didn’t have a thing for women either. It took a man when I was seventeen to change that. And I never looked back.”

Carolyn — “Typical man. Lucky us. You really are a bad girl, Celly.”

Celeste — “You don’t know the half of it, Carolyn. Celly likes to be the BAD girl.”

Carolyn — “Sometimes bad girls get spanked. After what you’ve done today, some women think you might just deserve that.”

Celeste — “Some girls weren’t kidding when they said that they wanted a few more spankings at that register. Some girls think they deserve those every day.”

Carolyn — “Well some girls might just get what they want then. I imagine you are the kinda woman that always gets what she wants.”

Celeste — “99 percent of the time. Is this the infinitesimal exception to the rule?”

Carolyn — “The odds are not in favor of that.”

Celeste — “That’s good. I only gamble in the strip poker. That’s a fib, but a fun one.”

Carolyn — “Tsk Tsk. Fibbers get their mouths washed out with soap.”

Celeste — “Glub glub.”

Carolyn climbed up over the table, leaping across it, and knocked the luke warm java all over the place. The mugs shattered on the tiled floor. The girls didn’t seem to notice as Carolyn etiler escort straddled Celeste. That was the best hug of the day.

Hugs are free after all. Just like smiles at Mcdonalds.

***

Carolyn settled herself into Celeste’s waiting lap. Her legs were draped over each side of Celeste and were quivering. She had never been with a woman before. She thought she might have feelings of discomfort or wishful thinking that she might be able to satisfy a long time lover of women. She worried she might have second thoughts and bolt. She pressed herself wondering if this was what she wanted in life.

As Carolyn straddled Celeste’s lap, she didn’t care if this was such a reckless disregard of good judgment. She didn’t care that she hadn’t thought it through. She had feelings for Celeste for a long time and had suppressed them for long enough. She had contemplated relationships with other eligible women in their many years apart, but she had always stopped herself from doing anything hasty. Celeste, however, provoked her to do exactly the opposite.

Celeste’s playful requests for spankings may have been a joke. She might have just been using the slightly outrageous request as leverage or foreplay. If Celeste was serious, could Carolyn deliver? Carolyn knew she could. She just didn’t want to stop the momentum now to evaluate so she tucked all her thoughts in the back of her head. She turned off that rational side of her brain that makes grown ups stay home to balance their checkbooks instead of going out for another night of moshpitting. She let herself be free to make all the wrong decisions, if they really were impetuously reached, and let herself warm to her reunited friend.

Carolyn knew her family wouldn’t ever approve of her unruly behavior. She knew they could never comprehend a woman being attracted to another of her gender. Again, she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was kiss the woman beneath her.

Her lips had felt a little chapped earlier while she spoke with Celeste at the bar. While she wasn’t looking, Carolyn had dipped into her purse for some lip balm and smeared it over rosy lips. As she sat in Celeste’s lap running her hands up inside the back of her blouse, she felt moisture trapped between both her lips and her new lover’s. The faint, sweet and sour taste of black cherry teased Carolyn’s taste buds knowing it must be the chapstick of her friend.

Their tongues moved with the haste of racing dogs. Carolyn had never been kissed like this before. No man had ever made her feel this way…to feel ensnared…to feel entirely coveted. She wondered for the briefest of instants how her male caller that left her waiting would feel if he knew where she was now.

Carolyn’s hands continued to explore the soft lower back of Celeste. Celeste was leaning right into Carolyn pressing her breasts against her own. That touch alone had kindled a flame in Carolyn. She wondered how Celeste would look naked, and in turn how she would look to her new lover, as she had pondered for their many years apart. She would soon see her naked after all these years.

Carolyn’s hips grinded into Celeste as she continued to embrace her. Celeste’s lips had just broken from her own and were wandering down to Carolyn’s neck. She felt Celeste’s hands touching her bare skin coddling the skin beneath her shirt. Then she heard herself moan without thinking. Oh god she wanted this!

Celeste suddenly hoisted Carolyn up onto the table pushing aside everything on it. As everything clattered to the tiled floor, Celeste stood at the base of the table looking down on her. She reached down for the little zipper on the side of Carolyn’s skirt and slowly opened it. Celeste took her skirt down her legs and off of Carolyn’s body. Celeste giggled as she tossed it across the room onto a nearby sculpture of Snow White.

Carolyn was alive with ecstasy. She felt waves of desire passing through her as she looked up at Celeste clamoring to scale her body on top of the kitchen table. Celeste’s naughty fingers tiptoed up her body pausing at Carolyn’s breasts. Taking hold of the deep cut at Carolyn’s neck, Celeste winked down at her lover. She tore open the shirt popping each of the pearly white buttons off. The buttons richocheted across the room. Celeste reached under Carolyn’s bra, tight against her skin, kneading the secret contents underneath. Carolyn’s eyes rolled back into her head.

Carolyn could feel her nipples hard as painter’s tacks. She could feel the virtual pain stirring up in them as they were tickled to the verge. She couldn’t take the pressure any more. What was this little lady doing driving HER crazy like this? It was her turn.

Carolyn opened her eyes. Suddenly twisting Celeste over onto her side, she heard Celeste yelp out as she was entirely alarmed with the sudden friskyness of her friend. Once she had Celeste pinned on the table, she scaled her body putting all her weight down on her. Returning the favor of the torn shirt, she tore open Celeste’s blouse. But she didn’t stop there. Hoisting herself slightly above her friend’s body, Carolyn flipped Celeste over onto her tummy. Unclasping Celeste’s bra — releasing the hounds — she climbed further down her body. Opening Celeste’s jeans, she eased them over her hips taking them all the way off her slender legs. Celeste’s panties came half way down her creamy white thighs with the tight jeans.

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This story deals with themes of female domination and coercion in a lesbian setting. If you think that you are likely to be offended by such material please try a different story.

Chapter 1

It was with a degree of trepidation that I pressed the button for the fifth floor. The last time I had been here it was as the queen bee, the chairman’s daughter, looking over a company that would one day be mine.

Now I was here in disgrace. The University had pulled up short of expelling me but out of consideration for my father, one of their major benefactors, it was suggested that I might want to take a gap year. I guess I got off lightly. There had been talk of police involvement and the possibility of assault charges but my fathers influence had smoothed things over.

When he questioned me about the incident I had to lie to him. I could hardly tell him that I had taken umbrage because a man had refused to go down on me. I was not the little girl he once knew.

I had been a plain Jane, studious, reserved, getting the grades necessary to secure a place at one of the best Universities in the country but then, in the space of twelve short months mother nature chose to bless me.

I grew inches taller and I developed my mother’s breasts. The puppy fat that gave my face its childish cast fell away and the beautiful swan was revealed. Suddenly all the young men who had previously shunned me found excuses to be in my company.

I guess it was this that made me resentful. I hated the fact that they did not want me for the person I was but for the sexual being I had become. I developed into a tease, stringing them along until I got what I wanted and then dumping them unceremoniously.

I exited the lift to find that the secretary’s desk outside Amanda’s office was vacant and so, taking a deep breath, I knocked at her door. There was no immediate answer and so I tentatively tried the door handle only to be brought up short by a bellowed command.

“Stay!”

I stepped back, shocked by the angry tone of voice, and a moment later Amanda’s secretary came out of the room. She looked a little flustered as she walked past me.

“You can go in.”

Amanda certainly did not look her usual composed self. She was now in her thirties but I had known her since childhood and had always admired her beauty. Her father was English but her mother was Hong Kong Chinese which gave her an exotic mix of features.

She had large, dark brown, eyes beneath a high forehead but her face was balanced by a neat nose and a full mouth.

She was highly intelligent and my father had sponsored her through Harvard Business School before putting her in charge of the media division. As I stood in front of her I remembered just how arrogant I had been at our last meeting.

She straightened her lustrous mane of black hair and from the high colour in her cheeks I assumed that I had interrupted some sort of argument.

“Take a seat. I wasn’t expecting you for another fifteen minutes.”

I was a little early but I was keen to make an impression. My father had made it absolutely clear that if Amanda turned in a bad report then I would have to find my own salvation. I would not be totally disinherited but any thought of heading up the company in the short term could be forgotten.

“Now, as you know, I’m going to put you on the sales desk. I think the experience will be good for you. The girls are all striving to outdo one another but they still have to work as a team.”

I could not meet her eyes and, instead, found myself staring at her chest. She had three buttons of her blouse unfastened, which did not gel with her usual professional image, and, for some reason, I found myself wondering if she was wearing a bra. For a woman of partly Oriental extraction she had an impressive bust.

“You can start right away but firstly I want to know what you did with that young man.”

Her question took me by surprise.

“My father must have told you the story.”

“I’ve heard the official version, now I want to hear the truth.”

I wanted to tell her it was none of her business but, at the same time, I felt the need to let her know that I was not the naïve student she had once known.

“He tried to get me drunk enough to give him a blow job.”

“And?”

“He was good looking and I was not totally averse. I told him I would do it if he went down on me first.”

I realized that I was trying to shock but Amanda sat impassively waiting for me to continue.

“And he refused?”

“He was a macho shit.”

“So what did you do?”

“I played him along. I took him back to my halls of residence; it’s girls only but I sneaked him in. I took him to my room and dared him to be a little kinky. The stupid bastard let me undress him and tie him to the bed.”

“And you took advantage of him?”

“No, once I had him where I wanted him I got dressed again. The halls are mainly populated by medical students and, believe me, those girls know how to party. I pendik outcall escorts borrowed a dental retractor to keep his mouth open and then I left my door unlocked and simply spread the word around the common room.”

I thought I detected the tiniest hint of a smile but I was not prepared for her next question.

“Do you think that was fair? Cunnilingus is not to everyone’s taste.”

It was my turn to be shocked. It seemed so odd hearing the word coming from her and particularly in the present surroundings. I was still lost for an answer as she continued.

“Do you enjoy it?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Do you like going down on another woman?”

My mouth fell open fractionally as she sat there completely unabashed. It was a second or two before I could bring myself to reply.

“I’m not a lesbian.”

Only as I said it did it occur to me that she might have been sounding me out. I had never given any thought to her sexuality and assumed that, as part of her neat, well ordered, life she was involved in a conventional relationship.

“You surprise me, a young woman of the world like yourself, surely you’ve been curious?”

She had completely turned the tables on me and I sensed that it had amused her to do so.

“Of course not.”

I hoped that I sounded suitably indignant. Whatever her own proclivities I wanted her to know that I was as straight as a die.

For a second or two she looked at me as if coming to a decision and, as she did so, she rubbed idly at her collar bone with her index finger. In the process her blouse opened a fraction wider and my eyes flitted to the smooth contour of her breast.

“Okay, you had better go downstairs and get started.”

And that was it. I went down to the sales floor to face the same girls that I had treated so off-handedly just a few months before. There were four of them and, as soon as I entered the room, I could see that news of my fall from grace had spread.

After some initial good-natured ribbing Kara sat me down to show me the ropes and I quickly came to realize that the girls were not the bimbos I had taken them for. It was an easy mistake to make. Kara, at twenty-five, was the oldest and, as seemed the norm in media enterprises, they were all very attractive. In fact Zoe and Lily were wannabe models who had taken the job in the hope that it would bring them into the right orbit.

The fourth member of the quartet was Dawn. Quieter and more reserved than the others she was nevertheless the most driven. She was a university graduate and ultimately looked set for a high flying career in the industry.

We were selling advertising slots for many of the new digital TV channels who were not prepared to go to the expense of hiring their own sales teams. The skill was not in selling the slots but in the cross-selling that went with it. We would recommend production companies, graphic designers, image consultants all the things needed to run a successful campaign. The plethora of new channels had brought rates down to a level that appealed to companies who might never have considered TV advertising in the past.

The girls each had targets and there were bonuses for individual performances and for the team as a whole but they seemed more interested in the informal reward scheme. I heard about a “Barbie” awarded to the weeks best performer and the monthly “Amanda”.

The latter was straightforward. Each month Amanda would treat the best performer to a lavish dinner which obviously gave the winner a chance to promote themselves. When I quizzed the girls on the “Barbie” they simply laughed and told me I would have to win it to find out.

My chance came sooner than I anticipated. In my third week my father phoned to see how things were going. He seemed pleased that I had buckled down and he gave me the name of a contact. I felt awkward making the call, not least because my father may already have guaranteed the outcome, but I reasoned that if I was successful the whole team would benefit.

As it turned out it was big sale, including a design and production contract, and it was certain, well before the end of the week, that I would be the recipient of a “Barbie”. Over the next few days the girls teased me mercilessly telling me how I would enjoy it but never quite making clear what “it” was.

At Friday lunchtime I was declared the winner and I went to Amanda’s office to collect my reward. Her secretary, Christine, looked shocked to see me come through the door.

“Amanda’s not here I’m afraid. She’ll be out for a couple of hours.”

Christine was a petite blonde cast in the same mould as my sales colleagues but she looked so much younger. If I had not known I would have guessed she was a teenager but Kara had confirmed that she had been Amanda’s secretary for a number of years which put her somewhere in her twenties.

“I’ve come to collect a ‘Barbie'”

“I’m sorry?”

“A ‘Barbie’, I had the best sales this week.”

She etiler escort looked astonished.

“You won?”

“Yes, is that such a surprise?”

I found myself slightly annoyed that she obviously did not think me capable of winning but she now had a resigned but excited look about her.

“You had better come in here.”

She stood up and held open the door to Amanda’s office and then followed me in closing it behind her.

“You said Amanda was out.”

“Yes she is. We won’t be disturbed.”

I now felt like a trespasser and Christine could see my unease.

“So, they’re calling it a ‘Barbie’ now.”

“What should it be called?”

“Oh, they’ve had different nicknames for it over time. I guess they either think I’m an airhead or they think I look like the doll, perhaps I should be flattered.”

My confusion was now complete but Christine simply smiled.

“Make yourself comfortable.”

She indicated the long leather sofa that filled the bay window with its view over the park.

“Perhaps I should come back when Amanda’s in…”

It was Christine’s turn to looked a little bemused and then realization dawned.

“They didn’t tell you did they?”

“Tell me what?”

“Sit down.”

I sat and awaited an explanation, wondering if I had been the victim of a prank, but then I was taken aback as Christine knelt down in front of me.

“You’re very beautiful. You remind me of Kiera Knightly, but with boobs.”

It was such an odd thing to say and I was still wondering how to reply politely when she reached forward and put her hand on my knee.

I quickly took hold of her hand and eased it away.

“Christine, I think there’s been a misunderstanding; I think the others may be having a joke at our expense.”

She seemed completely unperturbed. Her hand come back and slipped under my skirt.

“It’s no joke. I’m your Barbie.”

Her hand slid up my thigh and then all the way up to the waistband of my pantyhose.

She looked so delicate, so vulnerable, it was hard to be annoyed.

“Chrsitine, look, I’m flattered but I’m not into other women.”

Her other hand now slid up my right leg and she smiled.

“You don’t have to be. Just relax and enjoy.”

The implications of what she was saying suddenly came home to me.

“You would do this for any of the girls, whoever won?”

“Of course…”

None of the others were lesbians, not as far as I knew, and certainly not judging by the amount of time they wasted on their phones to their respective boyfriends.

I felt her cool fingers against my skin as she eased them into the waistband and my mind was a maelstrom. Ever since my charged conversation with Amanda on my first day her mild taunt about being a woman of the world had haunted me. I found myself wondering if I should try other things before I settled down but I must admit my thoughts had centred on fantasies of a ménage à trois with me as the only female participant.

Now Christine was offering a new experience and I must admit that I felt a certain frisson.

“Don’t be scared…”

I was trying to clear my head. This was wrong but, like trying to get up from a warm bed in the morning, I could not make myself rise. As I made a half effort she took advantage and she slid my pantyhose and panties down to my ankles with a single firm tug.

Was I to stand now I would fall over and so I allowed myself to sink back. The feel of the cool leather against my bare skin felt so decadent in the middle of a working day but even as I reveled in the sensation Christine took off my shoes and removed my underwear altogether.

It was the critical moment. If I did not leave now I would be committed but I could already sense the scales tipping. Looking back I suppose there was another factor. The others had all tried this and I did not want to appear to be a prude. Only then did it occur to me that the shock I had registered on Christine’s face when I entered the room was because she had been expecting someone, just not me.

“You have lovely legs…”

I was almost painfully tense but she began to gently stroke each of my legs in turn with her tiny, perfectly formed, hands and her touch was magical. She moved from my ankle around my calf and paused teasingly at my knee before moving on to my thigh.

She repeated the process over and over again until my muscles relaxed and my legs slowly but surely fell open. My instinct was to close them or to cover myself but some other vampish part of me wanted her to look.

She did not disappoint. She held her open hand before her and slowly moved it towards my sex.

Even before she touched me a familiar scent teased my nostrils and for a second or two I felt a twinge of embarrassment but, as though reading my thoughts, she paused, closed her eyes, and breathed in deeply through her nose.

“Heavenly….”

No man had ever said that, and I suspected that more than a few would istanbul outcall escort have used a less flattering adjective, but I could see that Christine’s appreciation was heartfelt.

Her hand was now scant millimeters away and it felt as if she was controlling the air between us. I could feel the warmth and the hint of a static charge. I wanted to feel the pressure of her hand on my sex but she remained unhurried.

She closed her fingers, forming a tiny fist, and then she slowly uncurled them allowing her immaculately varnished nails to rake gently through my neat growth of hair. She continued to groom me, carefully avoiding my labia, and the sensation was at once relaxing and stimulating.

In the quiet of the room I was aware of my own breathing, the soft rasp of her fingernails, and her constant murmur of appreciation.

I could feel myself getting wetter by the moment and my scent grew ever stronger but Christine, far from being put off, occasionally moved her head by tiny degrees and flared her nostrils as if in approval.

I was held in an exquisite torment. On the one hand I could have surrendered to her for hours, and I suspect that she would have been happy to oblige, but, on the other, I felt an ever growing need to come.

I had never felt anything like it before. I usually orgasm when having sex but it sometimes feels rushed; when I feel the onset of a climax I immediately begin to ride it knowing that my partners can never read me well enough to take me there by degrees. I guess that is why, if I am honest, I have always found masturbation more satisfactory but here, now, was a whole new experience.

Christine had not yet even touched me properly but I instinctively knew that she could attune to my natural rhythm and my greed finally got the better of me.

“Please….”

She gave a knowing smile and pressed with the fingers of both hands to gently open me up. I immediately felt my labia bloom and the prickle of a single bead of moisture as it leaked away before breaking free to wet the sofa.

I have sometimes worried that my labia might be a little too pronounced and as I looked down that feeling returned but the look on her face was almost one of adoration. After a pause she softly huffed a warm breath onto my sex causing them to swell even more.

“So beautiful…”

My heart was racing as I awaited the inevitable and then, with agonizing slowness, she moved forward and put out her tongue.

I almost swooned at the first subtle touch as she licked along the fringes of my engorged lips without quite parting them. She did not reach the apex and my clitoris throbbed with denial but I was hers to play with. She bowed her head and licked once more following the same shallow path again and again.

Her touch was so tender, like none I had ever known, and I could feel my sex weeping its appreciation.

She sensed my readiness and withdrew slightly to look up at me.

“Angels wings…”

I had never heard the phrase used in this context and she made it sound so right, so wonderful.

She smiled and then engaged herself once more. This time her tongue went deeper, sliding easily inside, and she began a loving exploration. At first I could feel the very tip moving over the inner walls coaxing more moisture but then it was still and the only movement was a slow rhythmic swelling which gently stretched my labia.

It was beyond words and I felt myself close to orgasm but now she wanted something for herself. She tipped her head back slightly allowing her tongue to penetrate just a little further and, somewhere inside, a well was tapped.

I could feel my juices flow and I knew that they were flowing over her tongue. It was so erotic and, as she began to swallow, my body shuddered into orgasm as if to offer her more. She accepted it all with her tongue finding pressure points that triggered numerous liquid aftershocks.

When, at last, she eased away she looked totally serene the only evidence the glistening wetness of her lips which she slowly licked clean.

“You taste divine…”

My orgasm had been shattering but I was still buzzing and she fully understood. She began to lick at my inner thighs, the tip of her tongue finding every crease, and, over the next few minutes, she worked her way back to my mound.

My body was shivering in anticipation and she carefully took hold of my ankles and lifted my legs so that my feet were flat on the seat of the sofa. I felt that I had been put obscenely on display but for Christine it was like presenting a work of art.

She reapplied herself with the same unselfish tenderness this time taking my labia, in turn, between her lips and suckling them gently. I could feel my muscles relaxing, wantonly opening myself up to her, and she slowly moved back to the centre.

This time she somehow hooked her tongue and ran the tip along the roof of the opening as she went deeper. The feeling was strange, almost ticklish, and then my body jerked. I had no control over it, she had found some trigger point, and I was being shot through with some form of sexual energy.

It was an orgasm like no other, completely beyond my control. I was a marionette and Christine controlled the strings. My body began to thrash but she stayed with me drawing out every last once of pleasure.

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