Hana and Her Sister Pt. 02

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Author’s note: I am including reference people for the main characters appearances. If you are interested you can look up photos to go along with the story: Alyssa – Irelynn Dunham, Hanako – Yui Uehara, Aika – Miki Hamano, Sayo – Ruri Tachibana. Or you can use your imagination.

On the way back down Alyssa was feeling self conscious but energized by her mountaintop exhibitionism. Aika and Hana had their kimonos back on even more loosely than before as they bounced down the path. They told Alyssa that it was time to go to the main onsen bathing areas.

There were still few people at the building as they returned. Alyssa looked at the place in a new light now knowing it was for women only. The big gate made more sense and the complex felt more open inside. They passed a few employees including Sayo, who gave her another deep bow and long stare. While everyone she saw by the doorway and in the hallway was covered, mostly by robes, she had the feeling that clothes were unnecessary — that at any moment they could all be naked.

In the anteroom to the bath there was a washroom, as it was customary and indeed mandatory to clean oneself before entering. These rooms are open, with half-length stalls and no privacy. Despite the different setting, the girls washed each other as they did at home. The lone other women in the wash area appeared to pay them no attention as she scrubbed her crotch in full view.

The pool was large and stretched outdoors with 3 small side tubs. Beyond them were trees which hid a wall at some distance, giving if the feel of being in the woods. A couple women middle aged women sat together in a tub under a waterfall dumping a cascade of steaming water on both of them. Another pair were walking around. The onsen in town had been modern, clean, and comfortable, but this one was luxurious with aged wood and stone that seemed to be a part of the landscape itself. It managed to be even more peaceful and soothing. If she felt exposed to nature nude on the mountain, she felt at one with it here. Her excitement was no longer nervous or self-conscious.

Here the patrons made little attempt to cover crotches or breasts with tiny cloths or their hands. The bathers’ comfort with their nudity bordered on exhibitionism and struck Alyssa as very sexy. The women were fit and shapely with smooth skin and hairy bushes.

After Alyssa gazed at the activities going on around her for some time, Aika broke her trance by tugging her hand. She gestured to the smaller pools to the side. These had pipes above which created a waterfall a couple feet wide. They stood together in front of it in the pool. Aika pulled the other 2 girls in so they could all feel the smooth pressure of the water coming down at once. She maneuvered them into a triangle so that their bodies were all pressed together with water flowing in the middle. The downpour mixed with the rubbing of body parts against each other leaving Alyssa turned on again.

When they sat back down and the rest of the scene returned to her view, Alyssa noticed several of the women watching them. Shortly after, as she followed Hana and Aika out, she could feel the eyes of the others checking her out from head to toe.

They walked through the hallways with kimonos carelessly closed not even tied as if the place was theirs, making brief, silent exchanges with those they passed. They returned to their room totally relaxed and tired from the heat and the day’s adventures. The staff had laid out futons on the tatami floors for the girls to sleep though there were only 2 — 1 large and 1 small.

The small futon was for Alyssa. She barely had the energy to pull on her panties and tshirt for sleep. Aika and Hana had relinquished their kimonos as then entered the room without putting anything else on. They said, “oyasuminasai” (good night) and bowed in unison, then crawled into their futon together and whispered as they held each other close.

Alyssa watched their silhouettes in the low light as they remained with their heads close. She was no longer fazed by their touching but did not expect them to sleep nude together. She as her mind wandered to thoughts of being between them she dozed off.

The girls were reading in chairs by the window when Alyssa awoke. They had their robes open as they sat back, languidly turning pages. Somehow they either guessed when she’d be up or alerted staff when she had, because the breakfast seemed to show up almost immediately, carried by 3 petite attendants. Hana greeted them without attempting to close her robe. Aika was probably more exposed as she pointed out the desired locations of the settings and gave some other instructions.

Once they were gone Alyssa took her shirt off and looked for her kimono, only to see the other two drop theirs again. “I guess I need to expect this,” she thought as she sat down in only her panties for an otherwise Ümraniye travesti traditional Japanese breakfast. The girls told her about a longer hike they would do in the late morning that was even more beautiful than the one they had done the prior day. After eating they picked up a bag and gestured towards the door.

This trail started out steeper. Alyssa was pleased that she put on her sports bra and panties. After some time the trail leveled out and they passed another pair of hikers also in loose kimonos. Hana seemed to know them as they briefly conversed in rapid, chipper Japanese. She tells Alyssa that from there they can go as they’d like. The 2 Japanese girls remove their kimonos, and invite Alyssa to join them. She gave up her kimono, but kept the underwear.

She got to watch their nude bodies as they move gleefully through the forest. Hanako’s thin frame glided elegantly with a little bounce in her small breasts. Aika had a more sensuous motion with her hips turning and her tits jumping. Alyssa imagined they had a floral scent she can smell and follow. She felt her lust bubbling up. For the next several minutes she debated if she would strip. She definitely wanted to, but needed to build up the courage for just a moment. “If not now, then when,” she said, convincing herself.

When her host sisters saw her holding the bra and panties, they screamed “Areesa” excitedly and hugged her from both sides. Their hands were all over her, even her bare ass, as they complemented her body. Aika put her underwear with the kimonos in her bag. They hiked up their empty private path feeling the light breeze all over with the occasional branch brushing against bare skin. Alyssa now had a taste for nudism. She also enjoyed being ogled by the other girls.

They stopped to swim and take photos by a pond. Aika asked Alyssa to take photos of them in the water. At first they were mostly submerged and posing in relaxed positions. Then they sat on a rock and started playfully touching each other. Aika even put her hands over Hana’s breasts as if they were a bikini top making the thin girl jump. Alyssa was so horny that she floated over without thinking when they beckoned to her. Aika set up the camera on a timer to take a series of pictures. The girls held her close between them as the put their hands on her stomach and heads on her shoulders. They both turned towards her putting her legs between theirs — basically humping her! It was an awkward position, but Alyssa was oblivious to anything but the feeling of their vaginas pressing on her thighs. They giggled and threw their heads back as the camera snapped away.

On the way back there was some separation between Alyssa and the other 2. She needed to cool down and figure out how to get off without them noticing. This was a challenge as they were taking her from one thing to the next. As she considered what she could say to get some extra time in the bathroom, she saw other 2 figures ahead. She was too far behind to even try to get her kimono back from Aika. The hikers had their kimonos on but they flapped open in the wind covering very little. Alyssa was shocked that not only were they not alone on the path, but they were not alone in their nudity. As they approached one opened up her robe completely and shook her hips, showing off a curvy hourglass frame that few Japanese had. It was Sayo, the employee, flashing her! What an amazing body she had.

Alyssa decided that upon reaching the room, she would claim that her mother had emailed her and she would need to call. (It being prior to smart phones, texting and calling internationally was limited.) The problem was she was so focused on masturbating, she forgot her phone, a key part of the ruse. This caused her to turn around halfway to the bathroom by the onsen, and absolutely dying to get off.

What she saw when she slid the door open surprised her as much as anything had yet. The girls were sitting in the chairs — or more accurately a chair. Hana was on Aika with her hands sliding down her lower back. Aika had one hand on Hana’s upper thigh and the other on her chest. The women pulled back slightly when they heard Alyssa enter, but it was obvious that they had been kissing. All 3 froze for a minute.

“What are you doing?” Alyssa asked.

“Kissu,” Aika said. “We like to kiss,” Hana added.

“But you are sisters!” Alyssa replied. “Onne-chan desu!”

“Chigau yo (no, that’s not it)!” they both implored. Hana said, “We say friend onne-chan. Tomodachi desu (we’re friends).” She explained as best she could in simple English and Japanese about Aika. She was from a town outside of Sapporo where her parents still lived. Supporting her while far from home was difficult and Japanese college students often live at home. The two became close their first year and Aika was invited to stay in a spare room Ümraniye travestileri after Hana’s grandmother passed.

Alyssa felt dumb. She had learned that onne-san was a term of endearment, but when she first heard them use it she was under the assumption that they were sisters so she did not think twice about it. Of course they weren’t calling each other actual sisters. Of course Aika was not listed as part of the family in the information she got.

She asked about them being a couple, but they were cagey and embarrassed. They tried to downplay it, and seemed afraid of Alyssa becoming upset. Surely they understood that this could be a problem if it got out and more so, it put everything they had done with her in a new light: bathing together, all the touching, sitting naked in the onsen, hiking naked and taking photos! They offered that they would stop, but she did not know what to say.

Alyssa had been horny as hell thinking about these 2. She had wanted to kiss them as they were, right? “Do you want to kiss me?” she asked not knowing what came over her.

The girls looked at each other smiling. Aika, who was usually more assertive, deferred to Hana. The latter looked down shyly as she approached Alyssa, then craned her head forward for a soft, slow kiss. She was reluctant to use her hands but moved her lips and offered just a hint of tongue. By that point Aika had moved up right in front of them. Hana pulled back slightly and tilted her head towards the other Japanese girl. She and Alyssa moved towards each other meeting in a more intense kiss.

Alyssa put her hand on Aika’s nude hip, then the other on Hana’s. She could not believe this was happening. It was a wild sensation like she had never felt before. Lust consumed her in the inside while relatively tame kisses were shared on the outside. At a break in contact she looked at both of them, inviting them to share a kiss between them. This one was intense, as if they had something to prove. Aika and Hana pulled each other’s bodies and faces together with mouths wide open. Then they both turned at once and a brief kiss was shared between all of them. Hana then reached out to hold Alyssa gently and make out with her some more.

When it was her turn, Aika pressed her whole body forward with her leg between Alyssa’s. The loosened robe allowed direct contact to her skin and aroused clit. She suddenly shuddered and became very embarrassed. Kissing seemed fairly innocent, but now she was having a near-orgasm and Aika’s leg was slick. She stopped and rushed off to the bathroom with a quick bow. Finally with some privacy she ripped off her kimono and furiously masturbated, holding the robe in her mouth to muffle any inadvertent sounds from her mouth.

After cleaning up she sheepishly re-entered the room muttering gomenasai (sorry) while looking down. Aika and Hana had put their kimonos back on in an attempt to lower the tension in the room, though the smell seem to suggest that they had gotten off too. They told Alyssa that everything was fine and they all needed to calm down. They announced that they were about to get massages they booked earlier in the day. They wanted Alyssa to come, but gave her the option of staying if she needed alone time.

“In for a penny in for a pound,” Alyssa said, though she was met with blank stares.

The trio went to one of the onsen bathing areas where they dropped their robes and grabbed small towels. They entered one of the adjoining massage rooms. This one had 2 tables, but was able to fit the 3rd that was brought in later if even if it made it slightly cramped. When the first masseuse entered only Alyssa made an attempt to cover up. Hana chatted cheerfully with the employee as Aika stretched in a way that seemed to intentionally give an erotic show of her curvy body. They smiled suggestively at each other.

Two more masseuses came and guided the girls to their tables. Alyssa did not recall the names of the other two, but it was Sayo who shuffled up to her with her wide hips. The employees simultaneously removed their robes to reveal little white shorts and tank tops. While the other 2 may have been wearing bras, Sayo clearly was not.

The massage started at her feet with her face down on the table. Sayo’s skilled hands worked through every muscle from her feet to her thighs. Alyssa was able to relax and enjoy the firm, soothing touch despite being increasingly horny. This became even more difficult as Sayo approached the bottom of her ass. Her hands, however were very focused on the muscles, and despite the proximity belied any intent on other stimulation. To Alyssa’s relief she also avoided the moisture that had built up.

Her next stop was the arms which she rubbed and twisted as she pressed them to her own body. Alyssa reveled in the contact between her arm and Sayo’s tight stomach and small Travesti ümraniye bust with only a thin cloth between them. This contact was integrated with the skillful massage such that it was hard to know what movements, if any, were superfluous or sexual.

She was regaining her composure when Sayo asked her to flip onto her back. As she did she could briefly see both tables, but only Aika, already face up, was in view. Aika’s hand was moving slowly over her masseuse’s ass as the girl deeply rubbed her breasts. She seemed to be whispering a moan of “kimuchii (that feels good)”, though it was not audible. Her expression suggested that her pleasure was beyond that of a normal massage. Aika was completely uncovered, while Sayo helped Alyssa to maintain the small towel positioned just below her waist. Alyssa turned her head up to the ceiling and tried to put it out of her mind as she felt Sayo’s hands on her shoulders.

Sayo soothed her by massaging her head, but then moved to her chest. She made no attempt to avoid the breasts and was eventually directly rubbing her nipples. While intensely sexual to Alyssa, it was the same attention that Sayo was giving every other part of her body. Now too, her face was just inches from the face and chest of the petite Japanese girl. At this point Alyssa gave up on trying to hide her arousal. The scent of it was surely coming from more than just her and she could hear faint moans at that point.

She was sure Sayo could see in the dripping wetness between her legs and she ran her hands firmly up and around her thighs. The masseuse took her time doing this without touching the moist lips. Then without warning one pass came in direct contact with the entire slit. Alyssa held her breath to try to stay quiet, but it was improbably that most of the girls in the room noticed her shaking uncontrollably from the small orgasm she while in the hands of the beautiful Sayoko.

The next thing Alyssa remembered she was being helped off the table and into a hug with her masseuse. She stared into the girl’s eyes as she tried to come to her senses. The towel had dropped somewhere leaving her totally nude as pressed against the shorter girl. A wet spot remained on the table. Aika briefly spoke quietly to Sayo who giggled and nodded repeatedly.

Alyssa floated back to their room behind her friends. She was beyond relaxed and did not hesitate to disrobe as they entered the room. A light dinner was set out for them, complete with soup, rice, dessert, and many small plates of delicacies. The 3 nude girls sat on the floor around the low table feeding themselves and even when a smiling older server from the kitchen came and poured each sake.

When they got to the small cakes Hana put a piece halfway in her mouth and moved her face towards Alyssa’s. Their lips met as Alyssa took a bite and their tongues snaked into each other’s mouths. Alyssa then turned to do the same with Aika. The latter pounced, rolling on top of her and intensely making out. They were interrupted by Hana who had put some of the cream on her nipples and them to the others. Then Alyssa had her mouth on another woman’s breast for the first time. She laughed and licked as Aika did the same and Hana threw her head back telling them how good it felt.

They fooled around a little longer until they were in each other’s arms and they told Alyssa they wanted to take her to the “special” bath. Their description was not clear, but Alyssa could guess what they meant by it being a bath for girlfriends.

They went through an unmarked door, into an open shower area with only a couple shower heads and several stools. Through this was a narrow L-shaped pool outdoor overlooked the valley. It was however well secluded from other parts of the complex with no rooms above it. Steam rose up into the dark nothingness above.

It did not seem any different than the others except that the 2 pairs of women in there, who looked up at them when they entered, were locked in embraces. They were older than the college girls — one couple was at least in their mid 40s and the other was probably 25 and 40. After brief glances they each turned the attention back to their partners. One of the older couple laid her head gently on the shoulder of the other. The 40 year old cupped her younger partner’s breast and moved in for a deep kiss.

The girls sat in the hot spring with their arms around each other until Aika abruptly left the room. When she returned she was accompanied by Sayo who beamed as she looked straight at Alyssa. In a movie-like moment she strutted to her, rocking her hips and shedding her robe in fluid motion. Alyssa was captivated by what she thought at the moment was the sexiest girl alive.

Sayo stepping into the pool, bowed, and sat next to Alyssa. She quietly told her that she was very beautiful and how she wanted to kiss her earlier. Time froze as they started making out slowly but intensely. Alyssa explored Sayo’s tight, shapely body with her hands. When they stopped to catch their breath, she noticed that the 3 other couples were staring at them while they caressed each other. Alyssa just smiled as Sayo pulled her face back to meet hers.

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Catch and Release Ch. 01

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Author’s Note: This is a 4 chapter story that builds to some explicit lesbian incest and BDSM. If either of those topics offends you, please don’t read this. You have been warned!

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The sisters had been planning this trip for a few months now. It was originally Vicki, the older sister’s idea but was now something they did regularly since Karen’s divorce a few years prior and her own the year after.

The cruise ship would leave from Miami, sail for half a day to some island in the Bahamas, and come back three days later. A ‘booze cruise’ the pair called it. There were bars all over the large ship and they tended to stay buzzed the majority of the time.

Karen was very much looking forward to this particular cruise. She needed to relax and just forget about everything going on in the rest of the world. There was her job, which she really needed to get out of, her apartment, where the lease was about to run out and had already been rented out from under her, and a recent string of short but heartbreaking relationships that ended badly.

Vicki, for her part, just enjoyed spending time with her sister. The two had always been close. With less than two years between them in age, the girls had always been playmates and confidants. When Vicki started dating in high school, she would tell Karen all about it and even show her how her first kiss happened. In the process, Vicki became Karen’s first kiss. Similar scenes happened at other significant firsts. By the time Karen started dating, Vicki had shown her so much of what to expect.

Vicki went to college and the two never continued that more intimate side of their relationship but it left them both with a closeness few sisters could ever know. So when Karen had confided in her after her divorce that she was only dating women from then on, it was not an incredible surprise. In fact, it was a relief.

From Vicki’s perspective, Karen tended to gravitate toward men who ended up treating her like dirt, who didn’t appreciate her, and, inevitably, would use her until they threw her away. Her now ex-husband had been the worst. At least Karen had had the courage to leave him when she finally felt her life might be in danger. It broke Vicki’s heart watching her sister go through that again and again. All she could do was be there for her when she came crying. Maybe going the lesbian route, Vicki thought, would be good for her little sister.

After finding their room and changing into their bikinis with a lower wrap, of course, the pair headed straight for one of the deck bars to watch Miami disappear over the horizon. Well, and watch the people filing past. Karen seemed to be checking out every bikini that didn’t have a pair of shorts and a flowery shirt walking next to it.

“Can you be a little less conspicuous, please?” Vicki said, leaning over to whisper to her sister. “You’re staring and some people are noticing.”

Karen took another sip of her third cocktail before answering.

“Maybe I want them to notice,” she replied in a less than whisper.

The pretty woman that Karen had been eyeing turned her head and scowled at them as she continued away. Vicki sat back and put her face into her hands.

“You’re embarrassing me,” Vicki’s muffled voice said.

“Come on, sis. I know you still look,” Karen said. “Just because you haven’t been with a woman since college doesn’t mean I don’t see you lusting after some of these women.”

Vicki couldn’t deny the accusation, but at least she did it covertly. There was a distinct difference between admiring a beautiful woman and ogling her. Vicki hadn’t indulged that side of her since she had met Bob in her junior year of college. For a while, she had tried to bury those desires but she could never quite forget the special way that being with another woman felt. As the years went by and her sex life became routine, those desires seemed to intrude on her thoughts more and more. Her divorce was finalized nearly a year ago and Vicki still hadn’t even been out on a date. Could anyone really blame her for looking?

“I am not lusting after anyone,” Vicki replied still talking in a low voice. “I’m just…people watching.”

Karen smiled to herself. Right, people watching. The younger woman had already set her goals for the trip of getting hammered and laid. She hadn’t been with anyone since her divorce and it was past time to change that. The problem was finding the right woman. To Karen, every woman was a potential target, but what she really wanted was someone strong who would take charge and turn her into an orgasmic pile of jelly. Now that would be relaxing!

Karen was about to quip back at her sister when a decent-looking man in his late thirties or early forties stepped up to the pair. He was a little taller than them at 5′ 10″ ish with wavy brown hair showing just a few strands of gray.

“Wow, sisters, right?” he opened up.

“That obvious, huh?” Karen came back in a flat tone Üçyol travesti she hoped would express her lack of interest.

“Oh yeah,” the man said completely oblivious to Karen’s tone. “I thought you were twins at first. Same slim curves, same brown eyes, same cute nose.”

Karen was getting slightly perturbed by his presence already. His attempt at complimenting their appearance made his intentions that much more clear. Like it isn’t obvious on a cruise ship anyway, did he have to lay it on so thick?

He was right, though, they could be mistaken for twins from a distance. Up close you could see the subtle differences in height and breast size. Vicki’s were a slightly larger 32B to Karen’s 32A. Both women had brown hair although Karen’s was darker and came down to the middle of her back while Vicki’s was almost blond and shoulder-length.

“I thought to myself,” the man was still going. “Wow, twins, I can’t pass up that opportunity!”

Vicki just stared at him with a mildly confused look. Karen’s eyes narrowed.

“Opportunity?” the younger sister cut him off. “There was never any opportunity.”

Karen reached over and put her hand on her sister’s thigh. Way too high up on her thigh for Vicki’s comfort but she suppressed any reaction.

“We are both lesbians and we came on this cruise so we could fuck each other in secret,” Karen continued.

The man just stood there seemingly in shock. Karen loved that look, totally dejected but also totally turned on.

“Isn’t that right, sis?” Karen finished and squeezed Vicki’s leg.

“Yep,” came her sister’s slow reply.

Another long moment passed with Karen gently rubbing her sister’s thigh.

“Uoohh…okay,” the man managed to regain some composure and stepped back slowly. “Sorry to bother you.”

Then he turned and started to walk away casually looking around to see who else might have seen that embarrassment. When he was out of sight, Vicki picked up Karen’s hand and put it back on her own leg.

“Did you see that, V? You know he’s going to be wanking off to us later,” the brunette laughed.

“Oh, my god, Karen,” Vicki said. “Please don’t do that to me again.”

“What?” Karen said turning to face her sister with a mock hurt look. “Tell people how much I love my sister?”

“You know what I mean,” the older woman sighed.

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The two spent the day walking around the ship and relaxing in whatever lounge chairs provided the best view or proximity to the bar. They discovered an adults-only bar that also had a dance floor and decided they would come back after dinner.

When evening rolled around, they went back to their room and changed into evening wear for dinner and dancing. Vicki put on a blue-gray sleeveless wrap-around sun dress with a pattern of little white flowers. It came to a few inches above her knees and had a modest but sexy V-neck. She felt very sexy in it.

Then she turned around to see her sister. Karen was wearing a hot pink mesh rhinestone crop top that only covered her front, mostly. A small chain went around her neck letting the garment hang over her breasts and another chain wrapped around her torso to keep it from flying up. Below that was a black leather miniskirt and a pair of the highest heals Vicki had ever seen.

Both women looked at each other and scowled.

“You can’t be serious!” Vicki started but Karen’s words came out right on top of hers.

“Oh, no! Please don’t embarrass me!”

It took a moment for Vicki to process what her sister had said but then her face turned to one of indignation.

“Embarrass you?” she said, incredulous. “You’re barely dressed! Someone’s going to offer you money tonight!”

“And someone’s going to offer to buy your daughter’s cookies!” Karen retorted. “I wear this out to clubs all the time, V. This is what sexy looks like.”

Karen cocked her hips and struck a model pose. Vicki sighed and her shoulders slumped.

“Fine. Let’s go,” she said and turned toward the door.

“Absolutely not,” Karen shot back causing Vicki to stop and turn around.

“What? Why?”

“Because you will scare away any chance I have of attracting anyone under the age of fifty.”

Vicki harumphed but then looked at herself in the mirror. She thought she looked pretty good but could see her sister’s point. Then she looked over at Karen who was standing there with her arms spread wide and palms up as if to say, ‘don’t you want this look instead?’

“I…don’t have anything like that,” Vicki conceded.

Karen just smiled.

Ten minutes later, Vicki was dressed in a similar outfit as her sister. Being almost the same size had its advantages.

“I can’t believe you had two of these,” Vicki noted looking at herself in the mirror.

“I’m not going to wear the same outfit every night,” Karen said from right behind her looking over her shoulder at her sister’s reflection.

“But it’s almost identical,” Vicki pointed out.

“No it’s not,” Karen retorted. “This one is gray,” she added and reached Üçyol travestileri around to bounce her sister’s tits in the metallic mesh.

“Ahhh, stop it!” Vicki exclaimed and swatted the younger woman’s hands away. “I should spank you!”

Karen giggled and turned around to present her rear to her older sister.

“You’re right, sis,” she said bending over. “I need a good spanking.”

The brunette lifted her skirt to present her panty-clad rump. Vicki was glad she was at least wearing panties and might have admired that rear a second or two longer than she needed to.

“Stop kidding around,” Vicki said as she spun around.

She still took a quick swipe at Karen’s buttock before the skirt got in the way. Karen yelped in surprise as her sister actually spanked her then laughed before pulling her clothes back into place.

Vicki had to remember how to walk in such high heels but had picked it back up by the time the pair reached the dining room. They were already later than most of the other passengers. Dinner in this particular room was a buffet and started around 4:00 with a host of older people that slowly migrated into families and finally trailed off into younger couples and friends as the hours passed. Karen and Vicki planned on getting a bite and then heading to that adults-only club.

They got to the club and looked around. The music wasn’t nearly as loud as Karen had expected and decided it must be because they were on a ship. Scattered around the room were small pockets of people, mostly men, crowding around a woman or just clumped together scanning the room, presumably, for women. This did not look promising.

Already, several of those wandering eyes had locked onto the two newcomers. Karen paused but Vicki seemed oblivious and continued toward the bar. Karen had to jog for a moment to catch up.

The two ordered and stood, waiting for their drinks before finding one of the few booths along the wall not already occupied. It was a half-circle of padded seats around a somewhat low table. They spent the next hour politely turning down what seemed like every unattached man in the place.

As the most recent hopefuls, a pair of attractive men in their forties, were walking away, a trio of women came in without male escorts. Two of the women wore more formal dresses that still looked suitable for a nightclub while the third wore a pair of tight black pants and a button-down white shirt. If her curves weren’t so incredibly accentuated, one might be forgiven for thinking she was a man. Her platinum blond hair was buzz cut over one ear and folded over her head where it just covered her other ear. She was taller than her companions; an inch or so taller than one and a full head taller than the other. She led the trio confidently into the room.

Karen saw the blonde woman and her mouth went dry. The way she carried herself, the way she scanned the room like she owned it, her every aspect touched nerves in the brunette’s body that made her instantly light-headed. She forced herself to look away and at her sister.

Vicki looked at her sister curiously then at the women then back to Karen.

“You can’t be serious?” she said putting down her drink.

Karen just raised her eyebrows and nodded while biting her lips. She and Vicki hadn’t ever talked about Karen’s preferences in women. It just wasn’t one of those things you talked about at Thanksgiving dinner. The brunette had always been attracted to strength and danger. Truth be told, she was a natural submissive which partially explained her past relationships with guys that treated her so badly. Karen thought that was what she wanted. She wanted to be dominated, to be used. What she came to realize was that she also wanted to be loved. She gravitated to the power but had never found the one who understood that she still needed to be cherished and appreciated even as she gave herself completely to their whims.

But this cruise was not about finding the love of her life. This trip was about sex and this new arrival was pressing all her buttons.

“She’s looking over here,” Vicki announced without expression. She picked her drink back up. “Should I wave her over?”

Karen’s eyes became saucers as her sister made like she was going to raise her hand.

“STOP,” she hissed. “Don’t do that!”

“Well, it’s too late now anyway. They’re sitting down at a table. Oh, well,” Vicki stated like that ended the matter for good.

“Is she still looking this way,” Karen asked.

“No,” Vicki said with finality, then corrected herself. “Yes…and no.”

Karen’s forehead scrunched.

“W…which is it?”

“Why don’t you look for yourself?” Vicki asked focusing on her sister.

“Because I don’t want her to see me looking at her,” Karen replied like it should have been obvious.

“What are you, twelve?” the not-quite-blonde prodded. “Make eye contact and see if she is interested. You’re thirty-four, for Peet’s sake, you know how this works.”

Karen sat straighter and relaxed her Travesti üçyol shoulders then picked up her drink and casually swept her eyes around the room until she was looking at the small table where the three other women had sat.

The two shorter women were clearly a couple by the way they were hanging all over each other. Karen relaxed and just watched the three talk and laugh for a few seconds before another group stood in between them blocking her view. The room was getting crowded and some people were even starting to dance.

The brunette turned back and sighed, disappointed that she had been too late to catch the woman’s eye. Seeing her face, Vicki spoke up.

“Don’t worry, sis. There’s still a lot of night left.”

Over the next few minutes, the sisters just sipped their drinks and relaxed with Karen looking in the direction of the tall blonde woman every few seconds. She caught glimpses and even thought the woman might have been looking in their direction but always someone would step in between. Finally, the brunette came to a decision and leaned toward her sister.

“I’m going to go over there,” she announced.

“Okay,” Vicki replied not surprised in the least. “What are you going to say once you get there?”

Karen froze trying to think.

“I…will ask her to dance,” she said finally. “Maybe I should buy her a drink? Wait, then I’d need to buy all of them a drink or it would be rude. I don’t know what she’s drinking.”

The words spilled out as fast as her brain thought them. Her ramblings were cut short, however, when one of the servers approached carrying a tray. The tray held two more of the drinks she and Vicki already had in front of them.

“These are from the lady over at table 6,” the server said like Karen and Vicki were supposed to know where table 6 was.

Nevertheless, the man pointed and Karen was pleased to see that he pointed in the direction of her new crush. Now she had something to say!

“I’m going to go say thank you,” she told Vicki.

Vicki just raised her glass in a cheers sort of gesture. Karen took that as ‘good luck’ and got up to weave her way toward the three other women. The brunette finally shouldered her way through another group of people and found herself standing next to the small table where the three were talking.

The tall woman with the platinum blonde hair looked up at her and smiled like she knew she was coming. Karen just stood there for a moment then remembered why she was there.

“So, uh, thanks for the drinks,” she managed.

“Of course, cutie,” the woman replied then gestured at the table. “I’d offer for you to join us but we are out of seats.”

Karen wasn’t sure how she hadn’t noticed, but the small table only had two seats. The smallest of the three women was sitting in the lap of the other woman who had a hand on her thigh. The petite woman gave a little wave when Karen looked over. The larger woman who she was sitting on nodded her hello.

“Oh, yes, the cute little one is Cindy and the ugly one is Toni,” the taller woman continued.

“Hey!” Toni cried in mock anger.

“And I’m Jo.”

“Karen,” Karen said putting her hand to her chest. “I’m here with my sister, Vicki. You know, you girls could come sit with us. We have a whole booth just for the two of us.”

“I think that would be wonderful,” Jo answered then turned to the other two. “How about it, Toni, mind adding a couple to our group?”

Karen noted absently that she did not ask Cindy what she thought but didn’t consider it much. Toni just shrugged.

“Yeah, okay,” she replied. “Might as well get this trip started right.”

Cindy hopped off Toni’s lap and the four of them weaved their way back to the booth where Vicki waited, legs crossed, sipping her drink.

“Vicki, this is Toni and Cindy,” Karen started her introductions as the couple went into the booth on the right side. “And this is Jo.”

Jo, likewise, scooted in on the left-hand side sliding up against Vicki. The only spot left for Karen was on the other side of Jo. She had no problem with that and slid in tight against the tall platinum blonde. Vicki was clearly uncomfortable but Karen was sure she would get over it.

“Are you two twins?” Toni spoke up first.

Both sisters laughed but Vicki answered.

“No, but we get that a lot. She’s the baby,” she thumbed toward Karen.

That started a conversation about siblings and family and, eventually, branched all over the place. Vicki watched as her sister laughed a little harder than normal at every story Jo told and put her hand on the tall woman’s arm at barely appropriate times. It was at one of those times that Vicki noticed Jo’s hand was resting on her sister’s knee. Leave it to Karen to find someone on the very first night. Vicki could see herself spending a lot of alone time on this trip.

That thought didn’t bother her as much as it could have. She was happy for her sister and knew that Karen needed an ego boost right now. Vicki would gladly spend some time alone if it meant Karen had a good time. She wasn’t sure she was completely happy with the person Karen had chosen to pursue, but she couldn’t deny the appeal. The woman was beautiful in a Charlize Theron in ‘The Old Guard’ sort of way and had a confidence about her that just made you comfortable.

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Amy’s Contract

Amy had really done it this time. Too much partying and not enough studying had had predictable consequences, she failed her third year exams and faced a double dilemma, she would have to resit the exams in November and, she was going to have to leave her student accommodation. She couldn’t go home as her parents would be angry and disappointed and she would never hear the end of it.

She sat in the café nursing a coffee – the only thing she could afford, and considered her options. A conversation from a nearby table entered her consciousness. Glancing over, she saw two well dressed attractive women in their thirties. Yummy Mummies, was Amy’s first thought. Something told her to listen to their conversation and as she did so, she instantly became focused on what was potentially a lifeline for her predicament.

The blonde, who she gathered was called Anna, was lamenting that their au pair had left suddenly and she had no-one to care for her twins. The agency that she used had no-one suitable and she desperately needed someone at short notice. Her dark haired friend, Eva, commiserated with her and Amy noticed that she held Anna’s hand, stroking it gently as Anna appeared genuinely upset.

Seeing an opportunity and plucking up courage, Amy approached the two women and excusing the interruption, explained that she had overheard their conversation and that she may be able to help. Amy had spent a gap year as an au pair in Germany before going to university, and had loved and enjoyed the work. She gave Anna the details of the agency she had used and said that she could get referees quickly if required.

Anna looked surprised and was effusive in her thanks and promised to get back to Amy as soon as possible.

Three weeks later and following the necessary checks, Amy moved into an annexe at Anna’s house. She had charge of the twins, getting them up and ready for school, and then the day was her own to study and attend lectures until it was time to pick up the kids. Anna and her husband John were attractive, kind and considerate. She learnt that John and Eva’s husband worked for the same company and were frequently out of the country on business. Eva called frequently and Amy found her vivacious and witty. She did notice that she and Anna were very close and often saw Eva with an arm around Anna’s waist or stroking her arm during periods when they were together. Amy thought no more of it and threw herself into her work and study.

A month after settling in, Amy dropped the twins off at their grandparents for a sleepover and returning home, popped into the kitchen to tell Anna that she planned to go for a well deserved drink with friends. Anna told her that as both husbands were away, Eva was coming over for dinner. ‘Don’t be getting too drunk!’ Anna said and laughed, Amy laughed also and said, ‘Well, I haven’t had a drink for a month so two will probably do me!’

Twenty minutes later having showered and changed into jeans and a blouse, Amy left, waving to Anna and Eva who she could see in the kitchen, each with a glass of wine in their hands.

Amy was having a great evening with her friends and the talk was of going on to a nightclub. There was enthusiastic agreement and Amy returned to the house to change into more suitable attire. It was on arrival that she discovered that she had locked herself out. Remembering there was a spare key in the kitchen, she quietly let herself in and tiptoed to the cupboard where she retrieved the key.

She was turning to leave when she heard what sounded like a long sigh. Curious at the source of the sound, she quietly crept to the lounge door which was slightly ajar. She was transfixed by the sight that met her. Eva and Anna were lying naked in front of the fire. Her view of Anna was blocked slightly by Eva who lay on one arm with her back to the door. Amy could clearly see that Eva’s right hand was working busily between Anna’s thighs and as she watched, Anna obviously aroused, sighed again.

Amy’s pulse raced at the tableau in front of her and she felt her pussy pulse with excitement. As she watched the two women, she jammed a hand down her jeans and panties and began to play with her already wet cunt.

It was clear that Eva’s fingering was having the desired effect as Anna began to pant rapidly before arching her back and thrusting her groin onto her friend’s hand, coming with a loud moan. The women then shared a deep long kiss. Amy thought that she was going to come soon herself however, what happened next stunned her.

Eva said, ‘I’d really love to finger Amy, I bet she has a really tight pussy and I’m sure Lara Travesti it tastes lovely.’ Anna replied, ‘I’ve thought about it more than once. She has such a lovely ass, I’d love to run my tongue round it’

‘Talking about pussy,’ continued Anna, let me taste yours.’ ‘Happy to oblige’ replied Eva and swung around placing a leg either side of Anna’s head and lowering her cunt onto Anna’s eager mouth. Seeing all of Eva for the first time, Amy admired her small breasts which jutted straight ahead and were topped with erect pink nipples. She also noted that Eva’s pussy was completely shaven as the woman bent forward, burying her head between her friend’s thighs.

As the two friends concentrated on pleasuring one another, Amy tiptoed away, quietly closing the kitchen door. With shaking hands she let herself into the annexe and hurried to her room, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them and her soaking panties down beyond her knees. Finding her clitoris which stood erect, she rapidly rubbed it and with two fingers quickly brought herself to a shattering orgasm. She lay for a minute thinking of the implications of what had just occurred, before cleaning herself up, changing and returning to join her friends.

Amy was no virgin and had had several relationships with boys her age and one with an older man, but the sight of the two woman having sex had excited her and she realised that it was an aspect of sex that she had never considered. She knew a couple of girls at University who were lesbians and she had been curious as to what they did physically. Now however, the thought of exploring another woman’s body excited her.

Life in the house continued as normal the following week, although Amy took a keener interest in Anna, secretly admiring her slim, well toned body and firm breasts. For her part, Amy made sure that especially when Eva called, she busied herself around the house wearing tight fitting leggings and a crop top to best show off her curvaceous body. As the days passed, Amy had a sense of disappointment that nothing had happened. In her bed at night, she fantasised about the two women and running her hands over her body, found that she easily became wet thinking about sex.

The following Monday morning, Anna and Amy had their usual weekly meeting over coffee to discuss the programme for the week. As they finished up, Anna mentioned that John and Eva’s husband were heading to the States for a week and asked that Amy drop the kids to their grandparents on Friday afternoon after school. She then said, ‘Eva’s coming over for dinner on Friday night and we would like you to join us.’ Amy felt butterflies in her stomach and replied, ‘I’d love to’. ‘We’ll dress up and make it a real girly night’ continued Anna, ‘Eva’s really looking forward to getting to know you better’. ‘Looking forward to it’ replied Amy as she lifted her diary and phone and headed to the annexe.

Her mind was racing at the thought of what might happen on Friday and she mentally began to prepare what needed to be done before then. On Wednesday after her lecture, she had an appointment at the beautician where she had nails, eyebrows and daringly, a brazilian wax. It hurt like hell and all cost a fortune, but Amy reckoned it would be worth it. Next was the lingerie shop where she invested in a sheer green bra and thong set which would coordinate with her emerald micro mini dress, the pride of her wardrobe.

Lying in bed on Wednesday night, Amy’s fingers stroked and probed her hairless pussy whilst thinking of the touch of another woman. Inserting the tip of her index finger, she rapidly became wet. Her index finger was soon joined by a second. She lifted her knees to her chest and withdrawing her fingers slick with juices, she toyed with her anus, enjoying the feeling before returning to her cunt and fingering herself, feeling the excitement mount and moaning as she came, her body shaking with the effect.

Friday came round and Amy was pleased when she had dropped the twins at their grandparents. Not even the heavy traffic could dent her mood as she returned home and took a long luxurious hot shower. Taking care as she dressed, she fixed her shoulder length dark hair and applied some of her favourite perfume. Checking herself out in the mirror, she was pleased with what she saw. Her firm breasts filled the dress, showing just a hint of cleavage. Her well toned legs were her best asset she thought, and she shivered at the thought of them being caressed.

Grabbing a bottle of prosecco, she headed over to the house, Finding Anna and Eva in the kitchen with a glass of wine each. Amy was instantly glad she Lara Travesti had made the effort. Anna looked stunning in a Ralph Lauren pink and blue dress which reached mid thigh. Eva was wearing a gold strappy mini dress and it was immediately obvious that she wore no bra. ‘Wow’ exclaimed Anna, ‘you look stunning Amy’ embracing her and kissing her lightly on both cheeks. ‘What a beauty’ Eva said and embracing Amy in a hug, kissed her softly on the neck and ran her hands down her back. Amy felt her ass being squeezed, which caused some butterflies in her stomach. As Eva stood back, Amy could clearly see her erect nipples creating little peaks in the front of her dress.

Dinner was quickly served. Anna was a great cook and the food was superb. The three women chatted easily and Amy found that she really enjoyed the company. It didn’t take long for the three to clear up the dishes and then they went into the lounge where a welcoming fire was blazing.

Amy sat at one end of the largest sofa and Eva sat at the other. Anna sat across from them on the smaller sofa. As the wine flowed, the women chatted about university, Anna and Eva comparing their time there with Amy’s. ‘ I haven’t seen any boyfriends yet Amy’ said Anna, ‘Or girlfriends’ said Eva, raising an eyebrow. ‘I’m just concentrating on my studies at the minute,’ replied Amy. Anna then said, ‘Eva and I have been friends from University.’ ‘Special friends’ corrected Eva with a laugh. ‘Can we let you into a secret Amy?’ said Anna. Amy looked at her questioningly and Ana continued, ‘Eva and I have been in a relationship since Uni. You could say that we’re bisexual. Our husbands know about it and they’re quite happy that we get together from time to time.’

‘ I knew that you were very close’ laughed Amy, ‘just not that close.’ ‘Have you ever been with a woman Amy?’ Eva asked. When Amy shook her head in the negative, Eva continued, ‘would you like to try? Anna and I both find you very hot’. It was all Amy could do to nod assent and Anna said, ‘Move over a bit’ and she joined them on the sofa, one on either side of the younger woman.

Amy shivered with anticipation as Anna began stroking and then kissing her neck, nibbling her earlobe. At the same time, Eva began stroking her leg, moving gradually up to the hem of her dress. Amy shifted slightly in the seat and opened her legs to facilitate the older woman who took immediate advantage and slid her hand up to Amys crotch. Amy gasped as Eva began to massage her cunt through her thong, which rapidly became slick and wet.

Anna had moved from kissing Amys neck and had freed her breasts from the dress. As Anna gently massaged Amy’s left breast, she squeezed the rock hard nipple, before bending her head and taking it in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it and softly biting it. Amy could feel her excitement mounting as Eva pulled her thong aside and ran a finger along her soaking slit, before inserting it slowly into her pussy. With her thumb, Eva unerringly found Amy’s engorged clitoris and as she massaged it, Amy came, crying out and thrusting her pussy onto Eva’s hand.

‘Let’s get you out of this dress’, said Anna, reaching down and pulling the dress over Amy’s head. As she did so, Amy lifted her bum to help Eva remove her thong. Eva laughed and said. ‘You won’t be putting this back on’, holding the soaking garment for Amy and Anna to see. At that moment Amy didn’t care about her thong, she wanted more of these women.

Eva stood and fixing Amy with her eyes, unzipped her dress and with a shake of her shoulders, it fell to the floor. Amy stared at Eva’s pert breasts, her nipples erect and her flat stomach, the result of many hours in the gym no doubt. As Amy stared, Eva hooked her thumbs in her thong and pulling it down, quickly stepped out of it. Amy took in Eva’s naked cunt and as she did so Eva ran her fingers along it spreading her lips slightly for Amy’s enjoyment. Slowly, Eva knelt on the floor and hooking her jands behind Amys knees, pulled her forward so that her ass was on the edge of the sofa. She pushed her legs up and out fully displaying Amy’s cunt and ass. Amy gasped as Eva lowered her head to kiss and lick along the inside of her thighs and as her excitement mounted, Eva ran her tongue the length of Amy’s pussy. The initial touch made Amy flinch involuntarily and then she relaxed as Eva expertly licked and sucked on her splayed lips.

Amy was aware that Anna had stood too and had slipped out of her dress. Removing her sheer panties, Amy was interested to see that her pussy was topped by a neat trimmed triangle of light brown pubic hair. Anna knelt beside Eva kissing Travesti Lara and stroking Eva’s neck and back, down to the crack of her ass. She saw Anna’s hand disappear under Eva’s ass and felt Eva jump slightly, fairly certain that Anna was fingering her.

Eva meanwhile was rapidly bringing Amy to her second climax. Her probing tongue had unerringly found Amy’s clitoris and Amy was now so wet that Eva had no problem inserting two fingers into her pussy. Amy felt another orgasm coming and braced herself pushing Eva’s head against her cunt as the waves of pleasure washed over her. As she lay breathing heavily, Anna stood and her right hand glistening with Eva’s juices, offered it to Amy to lick. Amy needed no invitation and licked and sucked on Anna’s fingers, savouring the taste.

‘On your knees Amy’ said Anna, and Amy complied kneeling on the edge of the sofa and holding onto the rear. This made her ass available to Anna who ran a finger from the base of her back, down the crack of her ass. As she passed Amy’s puckered hole, she circled it pressing gently. She continued to Amy’s pussy, fingering her with first one, then two fingers and Amy felt the tip of a third enter her as well. Anna worked her fingers in a circular motion which Amy found hugely stimulating. Her sense of arousal grew as she felt hot breath on her ass cheeks. The probing fingers were removed, slightly to Amy’s disappointment, but then she felt her ass cheeks being pulled wider and Anna’s tongue run the length of her ass before concentrating on her hole. Anna rimmed the young woman expertly, pushing the tip of her tongue into Amys tight hole. Amy found this intensely pleasurable and her excitement grew as Anna pushed her middle finger, still slick with Amy’s juices slowly into her anus. Anna worked her finger gently in and out until it was completely buried in Amy’s delicious ass. Amy was surprised that she felt no pain and reached down with her right hand to play with her pussy.

Amy was slightly disappointed when Anna withdrew her finger however, Anna leant over her kissing the back of her neck and whispered, ‘lets get on the floor, I want to lick your pussy’. Amy obliged, lying on her back on the deep pile rug in front of the fire. Whilst she wanted Anna between her legs, she ached to touch and experiment with these women. ‘Lift your bum’ said Anna, placing a large cushion under Amy’s ass. With her knees bent and her legs opened wide, Amy awaited Anna’s touch.

‘I want to see this’ said Eva, straddling Amy’s head with her thighs. This is what Amy ached for. Taking in the view of Eva’s hairless pussy, the lips of which were slightly parted and slick with juices, and her wrinkled asshole, Amy kissed the cheeks of Eva’s ass before pulling it onto her face. She tentatively ran her tongue along Eva’s slit and backwards to toy with her asshole, eliciting a squeal of delight from the older woman, who wriggled her ass to assist Amy’s attentions.

Concentrating on performing oral sex on Eva, Amy became aware of Anna licking the insides of her thighs, before plunging her tongue as far as she could into Amy’s cunt. Grabbing her thighs, Anna fucked Amy with her tongue. Pleasuring and being pleasured at the same time lifted Amy to a new level of excitement, and as she increased the pace of licking Eva, she could hear the older woman breathing noisily. At the same time, Eva ground her ass onto Amy’s face who responded by copying Anna and rapidly fucking Eva with her tongue. Eva shuddered and came with a loud cry covering Amy’s face with sticky warm juice. Amy was rapidly approaching her third orgasm, and as she came she pulled Eva closer onto her face thrusting her hips against Anna’s mouth at the same time.

Satiated, and getting their breath back, the three women lay together in front of the fire, slowly caressing each other. After a few minutes, Amy started caressing Anna’s full breasts, leaning over and taking a large erect brown nipple in her mouth, slowly teasing it with her tongue, whilst at the same time reaching over and gently squeezing her employer’s other erect nipple. With a free hand Amy stroked down Anna’s stomach to the tight nest of curls covering her mound. Trailing through them, she felt the slick wetness of Anna’s pussy. She tentatively inserted a finger and Anna whispered, ‘go on’. Amy inserted a second finger and then a third and a fourth until her whole hand was in Anna’s pussy. She slowly began sliding her hand in and out, noting Anna’s breathing becoming more rapid. She increased her pace and heard Anna respond with a low moan.

Anna held Amy’s head tight to her breast as the young woman fisted her and Amy felt Anna begin to shudder as she came with a long moan, clasping Amy’s hand tight between her thighs.

Eva, who had been kissing Amy’s ass whilst running her fingers between her pussy and ass looked up and said, ‘Well, I think that’s your next contract sorted!’

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Hannah & Laena’s Odyssey Ch. 2

It’s been 3 years since Laena and I started dating. A lot has happened since that fateful night. We’ve graduated from college, got our dream jobs, and moved in together into a nice apartment in the city. Shortly after we officially started dating, I was terrified of what my family was gonna think of us. When the reckoning finally came when I would break the news to my parents, I was surprisingly caught off guard by their reaction. My parents seemed unfazed by the news of how their daughter is dating another woman.

They told me that they guessed Laena and I were already dating. I felt embarrassed and greatly relieved that they were okay with me dating Laena. My brothers, well they already loved her, so they were elated by the news that we were dating which meant that they could hang out with her more. Laena was pretty thrilled too that my parents are okay with her dating me.

I slowly woke up wishing that I could go back to sleep due to the beams of sunlight piercing through my eyelids. My head throbbed in pain as I began to sit up on the bed. My body felt all gross and sticky too. “God what happened?” I thought to myself. Looking down over to my side, I saw Laena’s nude body loosely covered by a blanket laying beside me. Her body looked so delicious in the morning light. “Oh that’s what happened,” I replied to myself, chuckling a bit. Sliding myself off our bed, I slipped on a white robe and made my way into the bathroom.

Once inside, I brushed my teeth while looking into the mirror. My dyed blond hair has dwindled away since my college days and my natural black hair returned to its former glory. I was a mess, my hair was riddled with bed head and my body reeked of sex. Walking over to the shower, I turned it on and finished brushing my teeth. Then, I gently took off my robe, placed it on a rack and hopped into the shower. Once out of the shower I started my daily routine. I got dressed into a black drawstring cargo trousers and a white long sleeve crop top that tastefully showed some cleavage. Once dressed, I went over to the kitchen and began to cook breakfast for myself. I made some scrambled eggs and bacon. As I was eating, Laena emerged from our bedroom. She was wearing a large t-shirt with nothing under it I’m pretty sure. Laena put her now grown out hair into a messy bun. “She looks so cute,” I gushed to myself.

“Good morning sleepy,” I greeted happily.

“Morning babe,” Laena replied in a groggy voice, rubbing her eyes.

“That was fun last night,” Laena said to me while making a cup of coffee.

“It sure was,” I smiled at her, continuing to finish my breakfast.

We continued to converse with each other about our plans for today. Laena told me that she had work in about an hour, while I was planning to run some errands since I had the day off. Laena got a job as a physical therapist, while I became a graphic designer for a social media company. Thanks to our jobs, we were able to get this nice apartment in the city.

“I’m gonna head out now Laena, I’ll see you later,” I said, walking up to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Later babe,” Laena replied, sipping her coffee.

I slipped on my white Reeboks and exited our apartment, closing the door behind me. As I made my way to the parking lot, the memories of last night flooded back into my mind causing me to blush. I vaguely remembered some bed talk we had about experimenting some more. It wasn’t like our sex drives had died down or anything, it was just something we sometimes talked about. But I quickly pushed those thoughts aside as soon as I got to my white Honda Civic. I got into my car and drove to the mall to run my errands.

My niece’s birthday was coming up, so I had to buy some gifts for her and I wanted to do a little shopping for myself too while I was at it. Finally making it to the mall, I made my way to the Disney store since she loved Disney princess stuff. I skimmed through the toy section. “What the hell does she even want?” I thought to myself, looking at the vast array of toys before me. “Screw it, she’ll like at least one of these,” I said to myself, grabbing some random toys off the rack. I checked out and went to grab some other things for my niece’s birthday. Once finished, I finally was able to go shopping for myself. I just got a couple of cute rompers and a pair of sandals for myself. As I was getting ready to leave the mall I noticed some cool t-shirts at Spencer’s. Out of curiosity, I wandered in and went to take a gander at their clothes. I continued to explore until I reached the back of the store. My eyes shot wide open seeing what was on the shelves back here.

A wide variety of various sex toys were presented before me. I always forgot that Spencer’s sold these things in the back of the store. I continued to stare wide-eyed at the products on the shelves. Then, my thoughts about Laena and I’s bed talk conversation returned to me. The word Konyaaltı travesti “experiment” echoed through my head as I continued to stare at the wall. We did try some things with sex toys before, but the kinds of toys we used were relegated to cute little vibrators. The word “experiment” continuously echoed through my head as my eyes drifted towards the dildos….. I snapped out of my daze hearing someone speak to me.

“Found anything to your liking?” A female employee asked.

“Oh I wa- I was just looking,” I responded sheepishly, starting to walk away.

“Well let me know if you need anything,” she said smiling, as I walked away from her.

God my face was burning up as I paced back towards the clothes section. I went back to inspecting the t-shirts that drew me into the store in the first place. My mind raced, thinking about the sex toys. I could start to feel my panties get moist thinking about which one we could use to have fun. But I had my mind stuck on this one particular toy, it was one of the dildos that sat on the shelf that caught my eye. I kept glancing at the staggering toy. My mind betrayed me, as it began to rationalize why I should purchase the sex toy. As I continued to wander through the story, I battled with myself, contemplating what I should do. “Ugh It’s been awhile since I have had something deep inside me,” I thought to myself.

Making up my mind, and paced back to the forbidden section of the store. Not wanting to linger here and draw attention to myself, I quickly grabbed the item that I have been eyeing my entire time here. It was a 7 inch pink dildo. I picked pink because I thought it was cute, but I was also attracted to its fine veiny details. I tried to conceal the item from other shoppers as I made my way to the cash register.

“Found everything you’ve been looking for?” the cashier smiled knowingly, it was the same employee that tried to help me earlier.

“Um…. yea I did,” I replied shyly avoiding eye contact, placing my item onto the counter.

The cashier just happily scanned my item and placed it into a black bag. I paid for the sex toy and as she was handing me my receipt she whispered, “Enjoy, that one is my favorite too”.

My face got deep red after hearing that and I grabbed the black bag and left the store in a hurry. Although the black bag concealed the item that was inside, it was common knowledge of what kind of items are associated with these types of bags. I grew anxious that people were going to notice the bag that I was holding and rushed my way out of the mall and into the parking lot. Once at my car, I quickly unlocked it and swiftly threw my shopping bags into the passenger seat, before getting in the car myself. Closing my door, I let out a huge sigh of relief. “Thank god that’s over,” I thought to myself, covering my blushing face with my hands. I was both terrified and excited to show Laena what I’d got us. It was so naughty! Regaining my composure, I started my car and drove back home.

Once back, I parked my car in the parking lot just outside. As I got my bags from the passenger seat and was about to exit my car, I received a text from Laena saying that she would be home in about 5 minutes. My stomach fluttered as I was excited to show Laena my surprise. Finally, getting out of the car I made my way to our apartment. As I was heading up to my floor in the elevator, I smirked to myself and chuckled reminiscing about the events that occurred earlier. It was like I got away with a crime, the thrill made my body tingle. The elevator doors opened and I exited with my shopping bags at hand. Walking down the hallway, I hummed to myself still still feeling the adrenaline rush of my recent endeavors. Just past the final corner was my apartment. Once I pass that, I’m home free. As I turned the corner, I hit something solid causing me and all my stuff to fall over.

“Oh jesus, are you okay?!” The voice asked in concern.

I opened my eyes and looked up at the figure, it was Lewis, our new neighbor.

He recently moved in a few months ago. He had brown eyes and short cut black hair that faded on the sides. Lewis is taller than both Laena and I, standing at 6 foot 1. Also he was pretty fit and had some nicely tanned skin. Laena and I had both agreed that he was quite handsome. We would occasionally interact with each other, but that was mostly relegated to short little greetings as we walked past each other in our apartment complex. Through his short tenure here, Laena and I learned that he liked to keep to himself but wasn’t shy when interacting with people.

“Yea, I’m okay,” I groaned.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you coming around the corner,” he said, taking off his airpods, reaching his hand out to help me up.

“No it’s okay, accidents happen,” I replied, grabbing his hand as he helped me get onto my feet. Then I realized that all my things that I bought were dispersed all over the floor.

“Oh, let me help Konyaaltıi travestileri you with that,” he insisted, seeing all my stuff on the floor.

As we picked up all my scattered items, I remembered about the item that I bought. I quickly felt the black bag to see if it was in there, it was empty. That meant that it was somewhere on the floor where Lewis could see. “Shit,” I said to myself in a panic. My eyes hastley scanned the ground for the lewd item. Finally spotting the box it was in, I swiftly reached out to grab it before Lewis could see it, but it was too late. By the time I reached it, he had already picked it up. Before he could say anything, I quickly grabbed it out of his hand and shoved it back into the black bag.

“You didn’t see anything!” I cried out, feeling my face getting hot out of pure embarrassment.

“Saw what?” He replied.

“That thi- oh,” I stopped, finally understanding what he was doing.

“Don’t worry Hannah, your secret is safe with me,” he winked, picking up the last of my things off the ground.

For some reason I felt fully relieved hearing that from him. Then, Laena turned the corner and witnessed the remnants of the mess on the floor.

“What happened?!” Laena asked, sounding concerned.

“Oh I just bumped into Lewis and had a bit of an accident,” I reassured.

“Hey Laena,” Lewis jumped in, beginning to stand up.

“Oh, hi Lewis, thanks for helping Hannah, she can be clumsy sometimes,” Laena joked. I rolled my eyes and picked up my bags from the floor.

“Where are you heading?” Laena asked.

“Oh I’m just about to head out for my evening run, nothing much,” he replied.

“Oh, Well, don’t let us hold you up,” Laena said smiling.

We said our farewells before heading our separate ways. Ever since we had that encounter back in college with Zach, Laena has been very weary of the guys we associate ourselves with. But I could tell that Laena had more trust in Lewis. When we entered our apartment, I placed my shopping bags on the nearby counter and when Laena wasn’t looking I rushed into our bedroom and hid the mysterious black bag in our closet. Thinking about using it made me bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together.

Shortly after, Laena and I had dinner and we ventured into our bedroom.

Closing the door behind us, we both understood what we wanted to do. We began to strip out of our clothing, throwing them onto the ground. Once naked I hopped onto the bed and sitting up against the bed frame, I looked at Laena as she undid her ponytail, letting her elegant brown shoulder length hair down. Although I liked Laena’s hair short, she look so pretty with her hair grown out.

“Watcha lookin at, sugar?” Laena said to me seductively.

“You,” I replied blushing, snapping out of my gaze.

Laena slowly climbed onto our bed and crawled her way up to me. She sat on my lap holding my face with her hands, while I grabbed onto her ass, and gave me a deep kiss. As we kissed I could feel her juices flow from her slit and trickle down onto crotch. Our slow kissing progressively got more intense and Laena started to grind her wet pussy onto me. As she rolled her hips back and forth, she left a wet trail across my crotch causing me to get wet too. Our tongues danced as we moaned into each other’s sloppy mouths. We pulled away to gaze deeply into each other’s lustful eyes.

“I wanna try something,” Laena whispered, biting my ear.

“Mmmhh okay,” I replied moaning.

Laena scooted off my lap and laid onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow and spread her legs open to me. My pupils dilated seeing the goddess before me.

“Slide yourself between my legs Hannah,” Laena said desperately.

Obeying her, I scooted myself forward, sliding in between Laena’s long sexy legs. We were now placed in between each other’s legs. As I continued to slide further between her legs, I began to feel the heat of her wet pussy onto mine. My mind was racing with anticipation as our wet slits made their final approach. Then, our throbbing pussies finally connected. We both squealed in pleasure as our slick wet lips pushed and grinded against each other. I stuck my tongue out and moaned uncontrollably feeling this intense pleasure between my legs. Looking over to my side, I saw our two sexy bodies engaging such lewd acts on the reflection of our closet mirror. Laena started to roll her hips, causing a burst of pleasure for the both of us. Taking in what she did, I copied her actions. As a result, we were struck by an intense wave of mind shattering pleasure. Our heads kicked back, facing up towards the ceiling with our tongues sticking out of our mouths, gasping and moaning simultaneously. I rolled my eyes back in complete ecstasy. I never wanted this to end. I started to feel my orgasm building as our drenched pussies grinded against each other, making a wet sloshing sound.

“I thi- I think I’m gonna cum Laena,” Travesti konyaaltı I moaned. “This… this is fucking awesome.”

“Mmhhhh me too……. Gra- grab my hand,” she replied in a breathy voice, reaching out to me.

Seeing this I grabbed a hold of her hand, and pulled me closer, causing our slits to push harder against each other. Laena locked her legs around my waist, and I did the same around hers, pressing each other into one another firmly. Grinding harder and pressing with ferocity. This continued until we finally climaxed together. Our toes clenched and we screamed in immense pleasure, experiencing our explosive orgasms. We collapsed onto our backs and laid there entangled, erratically panting as we recovered from our mind shattering orgasms. As I laid there, I glanced at our closet and contemplated whether to reveal my surprise to Laena. I really wanted to show her what I have bought, but looking over to her I could tell she was exhausted from work and our intense session. So I decided to spare her for tonight. Mustering what little strength we had, we separated ourselves from each other and crawled up into our bed, before crashing out in each other’s arms……

I slipped on the new sandals that matched well with my short black romper I bought earlier from the mall as I was getting ready to head out to the grocery store. It’s been a few days and I still haven’t revealed the lewd toy to Laena. I was nervous about introducing it to her since I wasn’t sure what she would think. “Was the one I bought too big?” I asked myself. Looking back, it was a jump from the small vibrators that we played with. Plus, it’s been awhile especially for Laena since she has had anything that deep into her, since she hasn’t been with a guy since way back in highschool. I pushed my inner thoughts to the side as I exited our apartment. Laena had left for work earlier so I was heading out alone. As I made my way towards the elevator I noticed Lewis was already there waiting for an elevator. I felt my ears get a hot out of embarrassment remembering what happened the day before, but recalling Lewis’s promise to keep my secret relieved my anxiety and I began to make my approach towards him. As I walked to him, he didn’t notice me approaching him since he was wearing his airpods.

“Hi Lewis,” I cheerfully greeted.

“Oh, hey Hannah,” he replied, looking over to me, giving me a side hug.

I always appreciated the way he acted around me. He was always polite, helpful, and his most redeemable trait was that he wasn’t always trying to get into my pants, which brought great relief to Laena. That’s probably why she liked him. Then elevator doors opened and we entered together.

“What floor?” Lewis asked, hovering his finger over the floor buttons.

“1st, thank you,” I replied.

As the elevator headed down, we stood beside each other in silence. Lewis continued to listen to his music in silence. Silence was quite foreign to me since every time I was alone with a guy they would usually try to talk or flirt with me. The silence was deafening to me, but Lewis seemed very unfazed.

“Where ya heading?” I asked, wanting to break the silence.

“I’m just going to the grocery store to grab some things, how about you?” Lewis replied, looking down at me.

“I was just heading there too, what a coincidence,” I answered, giggling.

Every time I saw Lewis go out and do something he usually was alone and I barely saw anyone but himself enter in and out of his apartment aside from the occasional friend every now and then. So I thought it would be nice if I invited him to come with me.

“Since we’re heading to the same place, we should just go together,” I invited, smiling up at him.

“Uhh, yea sure that would be nice,” I answered back, slightly hesitating.

The elevator doors finally opened, and we walked out together. As we approached the apartment complex doors, he kindly opened the door for me, before exiting himself and we headed to the parking lot.

“Which car should we use?” Lewis asked.

“Let’s use yours,” I replied.

Reaching his black custom Lexus IS 350, he unlocked it and we got it.

“Nice car Lewis,” I complimented, as I was putting on my seat belt.

“Thanks, glad you like it,” he replied smiling, as he put on some Ray Ban sunglasses.

“I like the white one,” I said awkwardly. Lewis just nodded. “Why did I say that?”

He started the car and we headed off to the grocery store. Once there, he parked the car and we headed off inside the store. We spent most of our time there getting most of my things, since Lewis had already gotten everything he needed on his short list. I didn’t realize how long my list was, I felt ashamed of myself since it felt like I was just dragging Lewis along to help me with my errands. But he kept a good attitude about it, which brought me some form of semblance. He even offered to push my shopping cart. At first I kindly refused, but as the cart got heavier with groceries, I caved and reluctantly accepted his offer. Usually Laena would be doing the pushing, while I led her around the store.

“Shit,” Lewis suddenly said.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I forgot to get something on my list, I’ll be right back,” Lewis said and turned.

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Ongoing fair warning – This is a “slow burn” short story. If you’re looking for quick, graphic and mindless sex scenes, you probably won’t enjoy my writing style; however, if you are willing to invest some time to envision in-depth scenarios, character development and a story line, I hope you will decide to follow Claire’s journey and take a look at my other stories.

Recap of parts 1 & 2: Claire is a recent divorcee, the result of being caught by her husband in a compromising position with Tammy, her former best friend. Parts one and two contain the backstory, explaining how her relationship with her best friend evolved into a physical one after Tammy was abandoned at the altar. In the meantime, rumors at church swirled about her husband and the reasons for their divorce. Claire also had her suspicions about him after tracking his cellphone to a seedy motel. It all started to make sense when she uncovered hints pointing to her husband’s possible connection with another sleazy congregant – Nate. After losing her best friend, Claire now has shifted her sights to another church-goer – Amy, who is recently widowed. Claire is currently attending an evening meeting at the church and is hoping that Amy will also attend. Now you’re up to speed! Read on for more. Comments are welcome.

To Claire’s dismay, the clicking heels were not Amy’s. They belonged instead to the minister’s wife Elaine, who was as frigid as they come. Claire believed that Elaine was roughly the same age as her, although her personality and stuffy attire made her seem much older. She reminded her of one of her stern grade school teachers, and in fact Elaine actually did teach grade school locally. Claire tried to mask her disappointment at seeing Elaine rather than Amy appear. Within seconds, however, things went from grim and depressing to hopeful and exciting as Amy entered the room, still in her blue scrubs and tennis shoes. She realized that she had never seen her dressed casually, and it took nearly everything in her power to avoid staring, unlike Nate. She was surprised that his mouth was able to restrain his tongue from rolling out across the table. Given the revelation brought on by the telltale pen in his hand, she assumed that Nate must go “both ways.” Although she recently admitted to herself that she was bisexual as well, she knew that was where the similarities had ended. She assumed that Nate would screw anyone with a pulse, while she was much more selective in her extremely limited choices of partners. A twinge of pain crept through her yet again as she thought back to her lost loves – John and Tammy. She knew that she needed to plow ahead, and a glance at Amy gave her renewed hope that there could be an emotional and possibly a sexual salvation ahead.

With all participants in place, Reverend Holt began the meeting with a prayer, then proceeded to separate the members into groups of four. When he called out her name along with Nate’s, Claire assumed that her personal prayers once again went unanswered, until he added both Amy and Elaine to complete the foursome. Well, not all is lost, thought Claire as she trailed behind the others down the hallway with her eyes now riveted to Amy’s cute butt which perfectly filled out her scrub bottoms. They entered the Sunday school room, which consisted of several cheap metal folding chairs lined up in rows of three. They quietly reconfigured the room in unspoken agreement and pulled a square table into the middle of the room along with four chairs. Nate quickly claimed the seat between Amy and Claire, while Elaine sat on the other side across the small table from him. They made the obligatory small talk before getting down to business, with Claire agreeing to be the scribe. She struggled to focus, wondering if she would have the nerve to approach Amy and realizing that she was never good at flirtation, even when men were concerned. She was sure that it would be exponentially more difficult and riskier to flirt with a woman – in church no less.

Nate, however, was a master at it, and he took every opportunity to praise Amy’s suggestions.

“How about if we consider a food ministry,” she said.

“Amazing idea. I love it,” Nate responded.

When she brought up a “Blessing of the Animals” idea, Nate responded by nodding in agreement.

“I may have to adopt a dog,” he said, grinning, and followed with, “Are you a dog or a cat person?”

Amy smiled. “Both, one of each. I love my little ‘Mittens’, and I still have my husband’s little doggie – Max.”

“I love that name for a pussy,” he said, winking at her as Claire rolled her eyes. “Mittens. Sounds nice and warm.”

Although Elaine ignored them, it was hard for Claire to let the comment go, and she had to admit to herself that she felt more than just a pang of jealousy when she read Amy’s body language.

She responded, “Oh, so you’re a cat person?”

He nodded, “Of course, always have been, always will be. Cats are my favorite.”

Claire had enough, and she couldn’t contain herself any longer.

“Are you…sure you don’t go both ways,” Kızılay travesti she asked him in front of the women.

“Wha- wha – what?” He stuttered, turning noticeably red.

“You know, both dogs AND cats. Don’t you like both?”

“Oh um,” he said, clearing his throat. “Yep, both dogs and cats, yep.”

“Nice pen by the way,” Claire said with a wry smile. Only she and Nate knew what it implied.

Nate looked down at the pen in his hand, then back at her as the blood drained from his face. How could she have possibly known, he wondered.

She noticed his hands trembling as he pretended to write in his notebook, unable to look at her. He fumbled briefly before looking at his watch.

“Oh jeez, I totally forgot. I have this um, this ‘thing’ I need to get to,” he said, rising from his chair.

Claire felt a slight bit of guilt at having put him in that position, but she couldn’t help it and she knew he totally deserved it. As he reached the doorway, she called his name and he stopped but didn’t turn around.

“See you Sunday?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he disappeared down the hall.

“Well, THAT was bizarre,” Elaine said, and they all nodded in agreement.

Still, Amy looked disappointed, and Claire wondered if she had misread her. Could she actually be interested in Nate? At any rate, she knew that with Elaine in attendance, there was little chance of any type of flirtation in the picture.

“Anyway, I’m not sure about a ‘Blessing of the Animals,” Elaine said, shifting in the uncomfortable chair.

“Okay, well it was just a thought. How about ministering to a battered and abused women’s shelter? There is one just a few hours away that is asking for help.”

The women nodded, and Claire wondered if Nate would have agreed to it, but his vote was forfeited as a result of his quick departure.

Elaine said, “We may even have some room in the budget to travel there for a day or even two, if anyone is interested.”

“Well, I’m probably interested, but,” Claire hesitated before continuing and looked at the others.

“But what?”

“What about – you know – Nate? I mean, I can’t really see him attending, but what if he wants to travel with us,” Claire asked.

“He would just need to get his own hotel room, I guess. As a team member, we would have to invite him,” Elaine said.

“Well, Nate has a good heart. He’s so nice,” Amy said.

“Yes, he is. To YOU,” Claire mumbled under her breath. “Just…be careful. That’s all.”

Amy looked at her, confused. “Am I missing something?”

Claire looked at the women and rose from the table to look down the hallway before closing the door and returning to her seat.

“Nate is…well, he’s just DIFFERENT from the other congregants,” Claire said, and Elaine nodded.

“How so?”

“He has um, charmed his way through the eligible women in the church. There, I said it.”

“I heard those rumors too, but do you really think they’re true? I mean, he was so sweet to me when Bob passed,” Amy said.

“Right, but how about when Bill lost Carole, or when Mr. Jacobs’ wife passed? Did you notice any outpouring from him? He tends to pay much closer attention when it’s cute available women,” Claire said, instantly regretting using the word ‘cute.’

“Don’t forget when Barbara’s ‘friend’ Linda died last year. He was nowhere to be found,” Elaine chimed in.

“Well, just between us, I still don’t know why the church allowed them in, to be honest,” Amy said.

Both Claire and Elaine were caught off guard by the comment, and Elaine asked, “What do you mean by that?”

“You know. They were, what’s the politically correct term? A couple? There is no room for those types in His empire,” Amy said, “It’s written all over the bible, clear as day – but we let them in anyway, and we lost several families as a result.”

Claire was shocked and embarrassed. If Amy only knew that Claire was much more similar to them than to her. She was so wrong about Amy, and for a second she considered defending the lesbian couple before wisely deciding not to risk it. Elaine, however, could not hold back.

“Amy, you met Barbara, and you knew Linda. They were a wonderful couple. Who are we to judge who should and shouldn’t be allowed to worship with us?”

Elaine’s comment emboldened Claire, who said quietly, “I agree. We should welcome everyone. I’m sure that’s what Jesus would have done. Who after all, is without sin? We don’t have the right to cast stones at others who are different.”

Both women looked at her with different reactions. Amy was totally confused, while Elaine nodded in agreement.

“Well, whatever. I don’t know, but I’m starting to think that I misread what this church is all about. My husband would be spinning in his grave if he knew what the church is condoning,” she said as she gathered up her notes.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Amy. Really. Can we talk about it?”

“There’s nothing left to say, Elaine. I’m sorry. I was brought up differently, I guess.”

As she left Kızılay travestileri the room, Claire wondered how she could have misread Amy, but she felt a great sense of relief that she didn’t expose her own sexuality by flirting with her. That would have been disastrous. As she pondered what had just occurred, Reverend Holt knocked on the door and opened it without waiting for a response.

“We’re heading out. I guess your group is the last to finish up. Do you mind locking up behind you when you’re done?”

Elaine shook her head ‘no,’ and said she would see him later. He waved and disappeared, leaving the door open.

“And then there were two,” she said quietly.

“Yeah, who would have thought! Thanks by the way,” Claire said.

“Thanks? For what?”

“You know, for sticking up for them. I know it must be hard.”

“No, not really. Amy is a sweet woman and I feel so bad for her, but I really wish she could be more accepting of things like that,” Elaine commented.

“Yeah, the age old ‘dog and cat’ debate,” Claire kidded, stretching her leg under the table as they heard the door closing down the hall and were suddenly thrust into silence.

“Yes, THAT,” Elaine said quietly, continuing. “Who’s to say that a person can’t like both?”

As she commented, her leg pressed ever so slightly against Claire’s under the card table, and neither woman moved it away.

“So, um… I’m guessing you’re a dog person then,” Claire asked, not expecting an answer. She felt a totally unexpected spark as she heard herself asking.

“Yes, of course. I mean, I HAVE to be a um, a dog person, but I found early in life that I’m definitely not allergic to cats. They can be so affectionate, don’t you think?”

As she asked, she pressed her calf more firmly against Claire’s calf under the table. All Claire could do was nod her head, ‘yes.’ Was she reading more into this exchange than she should be, she wondered.

“Well, to be honest, I have only ever had one – um, cat but I really loved her. I um, I miss her,” she said, trying to gauge where the conversation was leading.

“I had a couple long ago, but unfortunately I haven’t petted one in ages,” she said matter-of-factly, which prompted a gasp from Claire, who took a deep breath.

“It has been um, a while for me too. I miss it, I mean – you know…”

“It’s okay. I miss it too. It’s – well, complicated in my situation,” she said quietly, looking around the room.

As Elaine spoke, Claire reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Elaine removed her black-rimmed glasses with her other hand and wiped her eyes.

She continued. “It can be a huge burden, you know – to always be expected to do what’s ‘right’ as a minister’s wife. We are held to a higher standard, and for good reason. “

Claire nodded in agreement, and they sat quietly holding hands for a few minutes, unsure of the next step.

“Anyway, um…I’ll ask Tim, I mean Reverend Holt – if he has any issues with our group spending time at the shelter. Maybe two nights? We could carpool if Nate and Amy decide to go.”

Claire broke out of her semi-trance and nodded.

“That sounds good. Do you think he’ll be okay with it,” Claire asked.

“I hope so, but in a way I um, I wonder about the group dynamic. I mean, we know what Nate’s all about of course – even a blind man could see that,” she laughed before continuing, “but I’m not sure about Amy. I’m just hoping that her heart is in the right place for something like this. Frankly, her homophobic comment was disturbing. It is so disappointing that people still feel that way.”

“Well, based on tonight’s blatant flirtation between them I’m sure that if one goes, the other will too. My vote is just to offer it – assuming we are allowed to go. We can figure it out from there,” Claire said as she looked into Elaine’s eyes.

Elaine returned the look, and she wondered if Claire was feeling the same temptation that she was. If so, she knew that it could be a huge mistake to take the overnight trip, but she also knew that there was something deep inside of her, longing to steer her down a long-dormant path of sin.

Elaine slowly removed her hand from Claire’s and said, “Well, I guess we’ve spent enough time in this scary old building tonight. Ready to head out?”

Claire tried not to read anything into the abrupt end of their semi-flirtation, but she nodded her head in agreement. Elaine said a short prayer and rose, flattening her skirt as she did. Claire watched her as she did, and realized that until that moment, she had never really noticed the subtle sexuality that emanated from Elaine. Acting the part of the minister’s proper wife, she always dressed conservatively, but also stylishly and tonight’s attire was no exception. Her navy-blue knee-length skirt was perhaps a half-size too tight, but it accentuated what some would call “thunder thighs.” Claire guessed her dress size as possibly a 12-14, which matched her own size not long before her divorce. A full ass accompanied her hourglass figure, Travesti kızılay and her muscular calves were encased in dark nylons. Tonight, Elaine wore a conservative patterned sweater over a white blouse, which attempted to hide her surprisingly perky C-cup breasts, the one small consolation of not having borne children.

As Claire took her in, she realized that she had an undeniable and totally unexpected attraction to this woman who was all but invisible to her until this point. Her wavy, healthy-looking chestnut-colored hair rested comfortably below her shoulders, and Claire thought that it could actually be very attractive with some highlights, although she was sure that Elaine was making a conscious effort to downplay her appearance. Elaine glanced back and smiled to herself when she caught Claire studying her. They left the room, turning the lights out behind them before walking down the darkened hallway toward the exit. Claire fantasized about stopping her right there in the darkness, pushing her against the wall, pressing her body against hers and kissing her deeply while reaching under her skirt, but she realized that despite the slight flirtation, she still was wary of overstepping her boundaries – especially with the minister’s dutiful wife. Instead, she reluctantly behaved, and they walked together to the dark parking lot.

They reached Elaine’s car first, and stopped at the driver’s side door, again unsure what should be said.

“Well, thank you for … you know,” Claire said, and Elaine nodded, smiling.

“Of course. It was really nice spending time together,” Elaine responded as she unlocked the car door and slid behind the wheel.

Claire stayed there, wanting to say more but struggling to decide if she should.

“You okay,” Elaine asked.

“Um, yeah. Dumb question though.”

Here it goes, Claire thought to herself. She needed to know before leaving her.

Elaine waited patiently as she sat in the car with the door open.

“We really didn’t mean, you know – cats, right?”

Elaine smiled warmly and started the car before gazing into Claire’s eyes without responding. The look in her big brown eyes answered the question, and Claire felt a warmth rushing through her body.

“Goodnight, then!”

“Night.”

Claire watched her pull out of the lot before walking to her car. Around the corner on the dead-end street and just barely out of sight from the parking lot was the blue BMW. The windows were completely fogged up and the shocks were getting a workout. In the back seat, contorted nearly to the point where the pain outweighed the pleasure, were the intertwined half-naked sweating bodies of Amy and Nate. Amy’s blue scrubs were looped around one knee along with her white panties as Nate held on to her hips and fucked her furiously from behind. As he thrust, he hated that his thoughts were not of Amy nor of the feeling of her tight wet pussy, but of John, Kenneth and the amazing night they spent together years before, experimenting with each other in a seedy hotel room up north. He wondered how that ‘stuck-up bitch’ Claire found out, and as he came deep inside of Amy, he made a mental note to finally throw away that damned cheap souvenir hotel pen.

Claire spent the next several days in a haze, with thoughts of her time spent with Tammy now returning, trapped in her mind. Now, however, a most unlikely form took Tammy’s place. The minister’s wife of all people – deliberately bland and expertly blending invisibly into every setting, dutifully allowing her husband Tim to showcase his role, whether it be the empathetic shoulder to cry on at a funeral, the calm, warm officiator of the occasional wedding ceremony or the energetic, passionate sermon deliverer at the pulpit. It was easy to see how Elaine had gone unnoticed to this point, and the knowing smile that they shared at the car just a few days earlier now fueled Claire’s temptations – and subsequently her masturbatory fantasies – once again.

Coincidentally, Claire was relaxing in a hot bath after her spa workout when her cell phone rang again. Her heart beat faster when she saw the caller id. Compose yourself, she thought as she reached for the phone.

“Hello?”

“Claire? It’s Elaine. Good news. The consistory approved the trip for up to four of us for two nights. We’ll only be able to reserve two rooms, so if Nate and Amy decide they can go, we’ll have to squeeze three of us into one room.”

Claire’s mind raced as she briefly flashed back to her first experience with Jess and Tammy. She took a deep breath as Elaine provided the details.

“Count me in. Do you think the others will go?”

“I think it’s probably 50/50. I’m just glad that at least two of us can go and try to do some good things for those poor women.”

“Uh, yeah, me too. Praise the Lord,” Claire responded although her thoughts were pulling her into a totally opposite direction.

“I’ll check with the others and let you know, Claire. See ya in church!”

They said their goodbyes and as Claire hung up, she had deeply mixed feelings. Of course, she was “all in” on helping the women in the shelter, but the prospect of having an ulterior motive seemed to cheapen a very worthy cause. She needed to keep the mission as the primary focus, despite any temptations that may happen to arise along the way.

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I was too much of a simpleton to be aware of the dainty winsome universe of sapphic love, as I hailed from a conservative, strictly traditionalist village in the hills of Wayanad. I did not abhor boys, but I did not have any attraction toward them. Anyway, my primary concern was higher education and libidinous matters did not bother me at all.

I was goaded to observe the world with a feminist lens only after I reached the university for a doctoral programme. I was goaded and handheld into it by and by, by my hostel mates. It was a long-term progressive process and psychological rehabilitation, in which I had to unlearn the old social mores and entrenched moral barricades. It was a process of emancipation, a process of jerking away the imaginary manacles and the tunnel vision offered by the social straight jacket. The real being in me was reinvented and my assiduously constructed prime and demure façade underwent a classical deconstruction.

On the university campus amidst the verdant rolling hills, many kilometers south of the ancient city of Calicut, there was non-too-visible solidarity of lesbians. Those sisters who needed a sexual release, before the viva voce, before a seminar, after taking a test, after submitting the thesis, after the ordeal of open defense, paired up with those they had a chemistry with. Almost twice a week I had a partner in my bed, a partner that I could synchronize with. These days I am so much addicted to sex that I do not even miss home. I rarely go home and my JRF fellowship is more than enough to keep me going, I do not any more seek financial support from home. nay, oft I support my family.

There is a misconception about sexual orientation. I am not a man trapped in a woman’s body. I am a woman, and I am absolutely proud to be one. I am very feminine psychologically and physiologically. I have come to know that my feminine charm has a strong effect on both sexes. I am 5’6” in height and my natural curves are of the right proportions to be a beauty of sorts. My copious hair cascades down to my midsection like a musically tuned waterfall.

My eyes are strikingly brilliant and eloquent. My nose, believe me, is not blunt, it has a chiseled geometric perfection. And my lips are soft and naturally red. My limbs are long, toned and slender. But my strong asset are my breasts. This 34D pair is an essential eye turner. I am used to men and women furtively straining to get a glimpse.

They are fairly strong and even without a bra, they will not sag even a wee bit. My nipples are prominent and look straight ahead, oft straining to burn through the bra cups. My hips are fairly large to be a match for my bosom.

The brief description of me, given by my choosy bedmate the other day would suffice to define me:

‘Bust is at her luscious best

Butt is true a special list

Hip is sweet as morning mist

Twat is a nest of oozing lust.’

Another fallacy is that feminine females look for tomboys and muscular girls for pairing up with. It is nonsense indeed. The girls I am attracted to are luscious and deliciously curved gentle females who have an anatomy similar to that of mine. Some people hold the view that girls are pushed into same-sex exploration, after a debilitating trail of demeaning experiences with boys. I have had no such disasters, in fact, I never ever had an affair with boys. So, I do not anymore subscribe to the traditional false notions. I was more into studies during my college days and romancing had not been my cup of tea. This much would serve as the background for the events I am going to unfold.

It was November 2007, the most beautiful month of the year, when the air becomes silken, and the sun becomes gentle. After the furious rains which last more than six months, the skies will be pure bottomless aquamarine. As usual, I was at the canteen for our subsidized lunch. The hall was fairly packed, and it hummed by the resultant effect of a hundred mouths speaking nonsense while eating. I seated myself in a deep corner and thus I was practically invisible. The atmosphere was slightly smokey with so much steam and heat being generated.

Then I saw her, many of us suspended our jabbering, eating or whatever we were doing, craned up our heads, and ogled. She emerged from the guest room and marched away across the hall in her august glory. She was like a flaring flame of fleeting fire. She must be at least 5’10”, with a halo of coffee coloured hair gracefully falling down to her midsection. It flowed down as a rich and wavy silken hood. Her face was matching with her shirt, pale rose with a slight blush.

Her intelligent forehead had a white marble sheen, and the nose was perfectly Aryan, well-shaped, and commanding respect. The mesmerizing face altogether had the aura of a leader. Her lips had a half smile, that of confidence and self-esteem, which many of us are innocent of. She must be in her mid-thirties, Cebeci travesti at the zenith of her natural glory.

She was in a pair of faded blue jeans and a close-fitting shirt. In fact, the people at the lunch tables turned their heads, because of what they saw in her shirt. I love and adore breasts; I adore plenty of them on campus. I have quite a number of scrumptious pairs always accessible. But this pair regally seated on that proud chest was different. The twin cones were straight looking ahead, anxious to conquer the world. They did not suffer even an iota of sag; indeed, they were the part of her anatomy that walked ahead of the rest of her body. I reasoned that it was her breasts that claimed a major part of her hypnotizing beauty. They had the power to conquer the world and to keep the world in a state of drugged trance, and awed stillness.

She walked like a slice of eternal vernal bloom walking away. She had long and impeccably sculptured legs, legs that vanished into the heavenly clouds of her hips. When she took her bold strides, hanging her laptop bag from her shoulder, her symmetric butts danced to a piece of cosmic music. Continuously sweet streaks of fire shot up in my loins.

Obviously, nobody had any idea what she was. From her looks, she must be from the far north, probably there to deliver a lecture, I guessed. It was none of my business, the only impact she made was that her presence made us once again realize that this world is beautiful, that God has created such walking poems in flesh and blood, that such adorable and charismatic goddesses walked on this lonely earth. Though I cannot act upon it, her high voltage presence had a strong impact on me. Probably it was because of psychological conditioning.

Quite recently I had stumbled on a blessed author on Literotica, DAB32697, and her stories literally swept me away by the heels. Ever since I had been fantasizing about well-stacked mature, commanding women. I found that the lady in question had just walked out from the pages of DAB32697, yet another edition of Dr. Kathryn.

I sauntered to my cabin at the department of Anthropology, almost like a somnambulist. I was not conscious of the heat of the sun, or of the people greeting me. I was drugged, drugged by the presence of an enchanting presence, the presence of the feminine divine.

I had work to do, publish or perish, that was the rule of the game. Research is a treacherous slough, people go mad, people commit suicide, and people just vanish and fade into obscurity, after many years of sleepless nights. Some of them land up in the Himalayas or they join the hermitic groups, abandoning all lures of the world.

My guide, Prof. Sumalatha, who commands great respect in the academic community, has cautioned me. Research should be a one-point program, if you divert into love, movie, and other distraction, you are lost. I was focused, I was resolute, and I was optimistic. I had to finalize a paper on Cholanaikers, a forest-dwelling community in the eastern hills of Kerala.

Suddenly I was summoned to the professor’s office. In the morning we had clearly given me the list of activities and I was furiously into the mission. The call came from the blue. I dropped my keyboard, dusted the front of my churidar, and sauntered into her office trotting along the corridor, making the thumping sound of hooves.

When I opened the half door, I was instantly stunned by the presence of the mysterious lady. The impact was profound, obviously, I went pale, and palpitation was audible to everybody. My palms broke into a sweat. The lady looked at me with her killing, laser smile.

I heard vaguely the professor gently telling me as if from another world, ‘Maria this is Dr. Neha Singh from JNU, a scholar in anthropology. Dr. Neha, please meet Maria, my student.’

Neha got up and offered her hand, like a somnambulist I offered my hand. I thought I was inserting my clammy hand into a basket of flowers, warm soft, silky and moist. Her fragrance, the sweet perfume that she was wearing, greeted me like an aphrodisiac. To the last of my breath, I would associate lavender perfume with Neha, and the perfume will have a risqué effect on me, induced reflex as we call it.

Professor asked me to take my seat, I did like a robot, oblivious of the realities around me.

‘Dr. Neha would like to visit a few Kurumba hamlets in Attappady, and she needs a companion. I wonder whether you could be free to join her. It will be useful; you could be the second author in the international paper she is going to publish.’

To co-author, a paper with Dr. Neha, alone would clear most of the roadblocks on the way to a doctoral degree. Hers is a name that wields respect in academic circles. Her name is ubiquitous in most of the research papers. I smiled like an idiot, in my dizzied state.

‘Maria is a shy and demure girl, but you will like her, Dr, Neha,’ my guide commented.

Neha smiled, like a Cebeci travesti vernal dawn, I stole a look at her beautiful teeth, the pearly teeth looked like the fresh pebbles of hail, which fall in April.

‘So, Maria, as you are willing to come away with me, do pick your necessary things and get ready, tonight we will stay at Mannarkad, and early in the morning we will proceed to the hills.’ She said condescendingly. Her words rolled out like well-polished rubies. The words had clarity and morphological charm. It was perhaps like the temple bells, rung at the height of a mesmerizing ritual. The words, like arrows, seemed to shoot straight into my soul.

So, we were going to Attappady, certainly an anthropologist’s paradise. For many centuries it has been the natural habitat of three distinct tribal communities, Irulas, Mudigas, and Kurumbas. The territory is divided into two distinct climatic regions separated by the Kavunidcal ridgeline. The eastern half is in the Rainshadow region and thus a quasi-xeric zone. The treeless windswept hills are peopled by Irulas on either side of the Mannarkad- Coimbatore highway. Irulas have come to close contact with the mainstream community, and they are still struggling with a grave identity crisis. Mudugas live in the hills, and they have some degree of contact with the mainstream communities.

But Kurumbas are much different. They are far deep in the thick and mysterious forests with little contact with the outside world. I was going to explore an enchanting world with a goddess who would protect me, come what me, with her redeeming hands. I was thrilled and tremors swept past me when I stormed away to my hostel to collect my things. I kissed my right hand, the hand that was blessed by her touch. It still had the lingering fragrance of her handwash.

The car floated its way on Calicut- Palakkad highway, there was heavy traffic. Ancient palm trees and jackfruit trees hemmed the highway. In between, one could see areca nut trees shooting into the heavens like flag poles. All coconut orchards had a beautiful house facing the road, a result of the remittances from abroad. Neha reclined on the back seat and drifted into a slumber. She had traveled all the way from Delhi by air in the morning.

I sat close by and thus I had a chance to feast on her beautiful build. She had removed her shoes and socks to relax and opened a button on her shirt. Her copious flood of hair with a strong metallic sheen cushioned her head. Her face radiated energy in her sleep. I strained to steal furtive glances into her shirt. I could see the outline of her bra, and the luscious swell above the cups. A mesmerizing heat seemed to come from those shining hemispheres. The bra watched the colour of her shirt, pale rose. When she was deep lost in her dreamless sleep, I got a little bolder and tilted my head to catch a better profile of the breasts. The cups were proudly and passionately hugging the perfectly shaped wonders. If I try a bit more, I could get a glimpse of the nipples, the zenith of female perfection.

Pretending to fall asleep, I got a bit more closer and squinted into the interior. A streak of swooning passion washed past me; I saw it. Her mouth-watering nipples were erect. Erect! My panties were steaming. This was the fortune of a lifetime. I experienced my breasts squirming inside my bra, my nipples were trying to find a way to burn out and take a look into their counterparts wrapped in layers of expensive cotton. My fragrance filled the cabin, fortunately, she was asleep. The sleeping beauty of Punjab had me under her spell!

The Punjab is a melting pot of races and cultures. It was the place where Persians, Greeks, Macedonians, Romans, Huns, West Asians, Turkish tribes, and many other cultures clashed and conquered. Thus, the local population had the features and history of all those conquering nations, with the Persian influence pronounced in physical features, language and culture. Though less obvious, the Greek blood and cultural influence are a strong presence in the region. In fact, for many centuries, the Greek language was the official language of royalty. Even today, one can see many edicts on stone slabs in Greek. So, one my side, separated by a few inches, was seated a happy blend of Greek and Persian blood. The union of two rival classical cultures.

We reached a posh hotel at Mannarkad, the nearest town from Attappady. The day was dying into blushing dusk. She dismissed the tourist taxi and we walked to the hotel lobby. The young charming lady at the reception bowed to us and smiled. She received us cordially and politely, the men and women seated there looked at her with their adoring eyes. She politely accompanied us to our double room on the fifth floor. She helped us switch on the lights and opened the door to the toilet to show us the facilities. The settings were luxurious and spic and span. I deposited my things on one of the beds and sat down to remove my shoes. Cebeci travesti At last, we were in our private enchanting world.

‘Let me wash away to dust of the road. Would you like to have dinner here? We could go to a good eating place if you want,’ she looked at me.

I was ready for anything as long as she was with me.

‘Do we have to discuss the project?’ I pretended to be very academic.

‘Indeed, we have to. Yes, let us stay put. Let me fresh up and take an energizing bath,’ she sashayed to the bathroom. Now the toilet fittings will feast on the artistic perfection of her anatomy. The one who can worship the beauty cannot see it and the ones who cannot worship it can see it.

Neha emerged from the toilet after half an hour. She had switched to pink-coloured silk pajamas. The top hugged her bust as best as it could. The pants outlined her delicious legs. She settled into one of the cushioned chairs and stretched her wet strands of hair, to air dry it. I proceeded to the bathroom to take bath and freshen up. Her aroma lingered in the room, like invisible steam. I undressed, my pussy was slick and oily, and my lips were swollen and twitching.

My breasts were standing out and furiously erect, impatiently demanding a view of the pair of breasts have been furtively feasting on. My right hand snaked into my steaming pussy and my left hand on its own went to my breasts. My finger dived into a pool of viscous nectar. I came instantly, it was a great relief. I was now in a position to discuss Attappady with an academic bent. Otherwise, how could I have sat in her presence and listened to her?

My Goddess, in the meantime, had prepared steaming black coffee and spread some papers on the table as a prelude to the discussion. Her laptop was on. When she lasciviously reclined on the chair, I could see the nipples jutting out. She had put on a new bra. She seemed to be dress conscious and very bothered about cleanliness. I took a sip of the coffee she had prepared for us. The warm aromatic potion spread its charm to the roof of my mouth and down the dark alimentary canal. I was ready to take on the world.

Attappady is a hilly region adjoining the world-famous Nilgiris region, the elevation ranges from 3000 to 6000 feet above MSL. Hence, year around, it has a salubrious climate. Attappady means the land of leaches, which is utterly true. In the wet season, the blood-sucking leaches are more numerous and aggressive. Just like leaches, from the late 19th century onwards, settlers had been pouring into this Shangri-la in thousands. They grabbed the fertile river basins on the Bhavani and Shiruvani and pushed the vulnerable and defenseless Irulas into the dry and desolate desert areas. Most of the tribal women were pushed into prostitution or forced slavery and over the decades the racial purity was gone.

After independence in 1947, numerous government organizations and foreign-funded NGOs poured in to develop the tribal communities. But the definition of development is a serious issue. Can you develop a peaceful community, having its own music, rhythm, and a time-tested lifestyle perfectly synchronized with the imperatives of nature? Development is the universal aspiration of every community in the world. It is by far a process of emulation. The less fortunate societies try to ape the facilities and comforts enjoyed by the better-off societies and communities.

Good roads, power supply, water supply, income generation facilities that know no bounds, and high living standards are the moderate aspirations of most of the communities. However, even in the midst of such opulence people need not have to be happy and satisfied. The busy life in the cities fraught with challenges and competition leaves many people sick and sleepless neurotics. Hence development does not necessarily mean replicating Bombay or Bangalore in the pristine tribal habitats tucked deep in the Sylvan mansions.

Affluence is not development. Rich people do not always make successful people. Most people burdened by impressive academic qualifications do not live a beautiful life. Rich physical paraphernalia and access to all types of comforts and knowledge do not make people happy and pleased with themselves in the broader time scale.

A developed person is one who does not carry a black hole inside him. He is the one who bears the burden of life lightly and gracefully, the one who shares the light inside him with all around. He is not nagged by wants. He is the person, who is satisfied with what he has and what he is endowed with, receiving the vicissitudes of life with poise and unruffled inner peace. Instead of haggard-looking hungry individuals, people should have their inner peace and share it with the world without.

Hence developed community is the one that provides the physical and cultural environment to bring out the best in each individual and weed out the worst in him. By developing a community, it should be provided with the right political cultural, and social climate to help the individuals blossom into creative and developed personalities fearing nothing and caring for all forms of life. It is indeed a long-term process in which a great deal of psychological and cultural rehabilitation is needed.

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For those who pay attention to such things: When Sarah is alone the story is in the past tense. When Claire and Sarah are together (on the phone) the story is in present tense.

As always, I hope you enjoy this story, that you will post comments.

Thanks to HaltWhoGoesThere for copy editing.

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Saturday morning I let myself sleep in late, finally waking up to a series of hearts and exclamation points from Claire about the pics and video I’d sent, but only one hurried text. I imagined her having to sneak a quick look at her phone in a bathroom stall.

Knew this would be NSFW but I’m so glad I didn’t open this anywhere NEAR anyone else AND put my headphones in – my Sarah is REALLY loud!!!

That made me groan, remembering what I had done. I went back and looked at the pictures I’d sent. What had I been thinking? I made myself watch the video. There was the fumbling confusion and then a blurry close up of my face.

Was something smeared on the lens? My breath sounded harsh and labored. The camera was still shaking, now to a steady, if furious rhythm. I felt myself blushing with a terrible mortification.

“Oh God Claire! AhhhH-“

I switched off the phone and buried my face in my pillow. I’d broken out in a full body sweat. I was beyond mortified.

‘What had I done? What had I been thinking?’

I forced my breathing to slow, let my heart drop back to a steady rhythm.

‘It’s Claire,’ I reminded myself, a bit surprised by how well it worked. My skin cooled and my guts unwound. My attention returned to the world around me, the fresh breeze and sunshine coming in from my bedroom window. I took a deep breath. I looked at my phone, at the hearts she had sent. The glowing little forms made me feel so good. I found myself examining them as if it was her handwriting; searching the script itself for meaning.

I texted her back, admitting I was embarrassed and sorry for not warning her about getting loud, but so glad she liked the pics, and hoped the video would help tide us over until she got home. I finished watching it, me begging her to come back to me, telling her I would do anything she wanted, how badly I wanted to make her cum. It was like something out of the Blair Witch Project.

‘”Really sexy Sarah,” I snorted. I was happily surprised when my phone began to vibrate with a string of more hearts and a text.

I’m surrounded, but don’t be sorry or embarrassed, you are so beautiful. I will send you a video as soon as I can!

I replied with a string of hearts for her, and a sleepy looking selfie, smiling in front of a sea of bedhead.

I wish I was in your pocket, that you were holding me in your hand.

I waited for a reply, but she was gone.

‘Back to work,’ I reassured myself, staring at my phone. Hoping against hope to see the little animated ellipsis, that I might get one more text.

‘She’s in the thick of it now,’ I told myself, picturing her in an enormous convention center, telling a handsome collector about Sophie Calle or one of her other artists.

I could feel my mood turning glum and pushed the feelings away, jumping up to start my coffee. I left the Chemex to finish draining and snuck out of my apartment, barefoot and wrapped in my robe. I managed to get all the way downstairs without being seen by any of my neighbors, and was pleasantly surprised to find my paper hadn’t been stolen. I sorted the sections I would read first as I made the climb back up to my apartment. I spent most of my Saturday in bed, snoozing, reading the paper and listening to my French lessons.

Finally hunger got the best of me. I snacked on half a piece of cold mushroom lasagna standing at the kitchen counter. I looked again at the pictures Claire had sent me and the ones I’d sent her. And there, in front of the smeared remains of my leftovers, I opened my robe and started to touch myself, but then, struck by the absurdity of what I was doing, stopped.

‘This is getting crazy,’ I thought. ‘You’re going to break your pussy.’

I had been resisting the urge all day, and decided, there in the kitchen, staring down on my bechamel-flecked pyrex container, that I needed to take a break.

‘You’ve gone weeks without even thinking of sex,’ I accused myself. ‘MONTHS!’

“Yeah, but that was then,” some snarky part of me said dismissively, making me bark a decidedly not-lady-like laugh. All the same, I wrapped my robe back around myself and refused to give into the urge.

Instead I got dressed and made myself up. Teasing my bedhead into a mess of curls I imagined Claire would have appreciated. I looked cute, loose and relaxed – maybe a little slutty – but not too slutty for my visit with Father Mike. Looking at myself in the mirror I wished I was going to meet Claire, that I had dressed myself as if I was. It struck Dikmen travesti me that I’d never dress like this if I were going out on a date.

‘Not a date with a guy,’ I thought as I tripped lightly out the door of my building and into the quiet of a balmy midtown Saturday afternoon. I realized I had plenty of time, and decided to walk to church – which made me catch myself, but that’s what I was doing, going to church.

‘But with none of the dread or self loathing,’ I realized. I was practically skipping.

It was as I was heading crosstown through the Lower East Side that I saw two women walking towards me in their workout gear. They were both wearing tight tops that were barely sports bras and high waisted yoga shorts that left their midriffs bare – tight enough that what they did cover left very little to the imagination. Even from a distance I could make out the shape of their pussy lips through the thin fabric.

‘Camel toe.’

The crude term leapt to mind, but somehow felt sexy rather than derogatory – perfectly suiting these two. Their groins and hips looked tight and lean. Muscular thighs, long and lean, bulged out of the snug little shorts. I could clearly see light through the gaps between their legs. But pushing through the thin fabric of their shorts, the lips of their pussies looked soft and full; plump even.

‘I should have taken care of myself,’ I realized, forcing myself to look away, feeling wound up and impatient with my newly raging libido… I was already looking again.

One of the women, the taller of the two, had short cropped hair, longer on top and parted on one side like a boy. But she had tattoos that went from her hairline, down the side of her neck, and covered her arm. At a distance I couldn’t make them out, but they were different from any tattoos I’d seen before; a colorful carpet of pale lines.

The other woman had longer hair, but cropped short on one side. They both looked fierce and confident and butch. They were laughing and talking, not paying attention to me. The sidewalk was narrow. I couldn’t help watching them, but approaching them I felt increasingly self conscious and girly in my little dress and purse, which I fought not to clutch nervously. I walked carefully in my heels, while they swaggered in their trainers, rolled yoga mats slung carelessly over their shoulders.

As they got closer I could feel them appraising me. Felt myself blushing under their regard as they made way for me to pass. I couldn’t meet their eyes, but couldn’t stop myself from checking out the tattoos. They were like something out of Victorian botanical illustrations. Pale greens and flecks of whitish blue – colors I’d never associated with tattoos – made up a dense mass, like Albrecht Dürer’s Great Piece of Turf entirely sleeving her muscular arm in exacting, fine lined traceries. The designs were exquisitely feminine. But she was anything but soft.

“Take a closer look.”

It was the woman with the longer hair. She was smiling at me. Her tone was friendly, but I’d been staring. She was taunting me. I felt my face burn red.

“I’m sorry,” was all I mumbled, tuning away and scurrying to pass. I heard them laugh, probably at me. I resisted the urge to look back at them. Afraid they must be looking at me; that I’d get caught looking again.

I thought of Claire working out. Imagined what it would be like to workout with her, in a room full of women like that. I imagined her telling me what to do, being strict, like when she told me how to blowout her hair. I pictured her guiding my movements with her hands while the others looked on.

“Enough! Do as I say!” I remembered her spitting with impatience. “Fucking eat my pussy!

I was more than blushing at the memory of how excited I’d been. How I’d leapt to obey her order, but I was imagining a tattooed hand gripping my hair, forcing me down between her friend’s legs.

“Take a closer look,” I imagined her saying again as I put out my tongue and licked her cunt.

‘I really should have jilled,’ I thought, wishing I wasn’t so wound up. I stopped to take a deep breath and dug out my phone to text Claire, my hands shaking. I stared at my phone, not knowing what to write. It would have been past ten there, the final night of the fair. She would be at an event or maybe a dinner party. I pictured her in crowded parlor, with high ceiling and heavy plaster moldings. I imagined her in the sheer gray dress she had packed, it’s plunging neckline and short hem; wondered which heels she would be wearing. I wanted to tell her how hot she made me feel, how impossibly sexy I thought she was.

I miss you. I hope the Belgians are feeding you well, that you’re having fun. I wish I was there with you, that I could see you work, that I was waiting for you in your hotel room at the end of the day. That I could greet you, hear all your Dikmen travestileri stories, and do all the other things. I miss you. I miss taking care of you. I miss your fingers in my hair. I miss you

I hit send.

‘…and the other thing.’

I remembered the way Claire’s cheeks had flushed when I’d said that to her in the little bar the night before she left. I could feel my panties getting wet.

‘You are going to see a priest!’

It was my mother’s voice. I shuddered and started walking again, but not before I turned to see if the women were still in sight; they were gone.

I was still feeling a bit shaky when I stopped at Veniero’s Pasticcera. Not knowing what exactly Father Mike would enjoy, but guessing he’d probably like everything, I had fun with the guy behind the counter picking out an assortment of mini chocolate eclairs, sfogliatelle, lobster tails, and jewelry perfect individual cheesecakes.

“Whom the gods would destroy…” Father Mike started, looking at me with an expectation of understanding, which I clearly did not have. “They first make mad?”

“Are you mad?” I asked.

“Mad enough to eat this whole box by myself, and then spend the rest of the week regretting it.”

“Well I thought you might want to share with me and, I don’t know, maybe the guys?” I said, thinking of the men I’d seen him working with the week before, down and out, beaten. “Also, pretty sure there’s no mention of ‘gods’ in the scriptures, what’s that from?”

“Longfellow’s ‘The Masque of Pandora’, he explained.

“I don’t know it,” I admitted.

“Epic poem…” he admitted with a dismissive wave. Adding, “She shall possess all gifts.”

He had greeted me in the offices and walked me back through the rectory. There was a big oak paneled dining room with a china cabinet full of cut crystal stemware and a long oak table with seating for twelve, but he led me past all that.

We were seated at a Jetsons era formica table with chrome trim and legs that seated four – two tall glasses of milk, the box of pastries, and two fussy gold rimmed little china plates between us. The avocado and black tiled kitchen of the rectory reminded me of the kinds of kitchens big families with lots of kids have, like the McNamaras and the Kellys.

It was clean but over-full. Too much of everything in the cabinets. Too many plates, too many mugs. The fridge was packed with too much food. Everything was love worn, with chips and stains and scratches. The faded formica countertops had chrome trim just like the table. It must have been renovated in the 50s or early 60s. The linoleum floors looked slightly newer, didn’t really match, maybe something added in the 1970s.

But it was also different too. It wasn’t a mother’s kitchen for children, it was a kitchen for men, but still, men taken care of by women.

I wondered idly what this room might have looked like a century ago, picturing dark oak cabinets and an ice box, a Holly Hobby cast iron stove rather than the avocado gas range. I pictured ruddy faced women, in laced boots and skirts down past their ankles wearing frilly high collared blouses that covered their forearms and obscured shelf-like bosoms. Imagined them huffing in terrible heat, working to cook and clean for stern-faced men, steeped in scripture. Tried to imagine being trapped in that sort of life; saw my fathers furious blue eye glaring down on me. I shook off the image with a shudder, drawing a curious look from Father Mike.

“This place must have a lot of history,” I told him, fingering the lace runner he’d placed the pastry box on. Wondering if the woman who made it was still alive. Father Mike had been examining the contents of the box, naming each item – he clearly knew Veniero’s well – but now he was looking at me.

“A guilty pleasure,” he admitted with a self-deprecating smile. And then, giving me a deeper look, he said, “so, you look good… are you meeting Claire after this?”

I blushed. Explaining that Claire was away, but that I was meeting a group of friends from school later.

An Nigerian priest named Joseph came in and we pressed him to have his first eclair, laughing at his ecstatic reaction. The women from the office came in, were introduced, and took their share of the pastries before retreating back to their desks. Once we were alone again I told Father Mike about all the things I’d been too tangled up to tell him about before, Wes’s visit, the age difference, but also about the Style piece and Game Time, but also about telling Kip. My second visit with Father Mike couldn’t have been more different than the first.

“You seem happy,” he said as he walked me out.

“I am,” I admitted, surprised by my resolve. And at the moment I said it, I believed it.

“You remind me so much of your uncle Pat,” he said as parted, staring into my eyes. Travesti dikmen Not so much looking at me, as looking into me. Like he was searching for something in a pool of water.

There was a text from Claire waiting for me when I checked my phone.

I miss you too! So much! This night will never end. I’m being bustled off to the after party. Not a moment to myself. You might get to bed before I do. I hope we cross paths before I sleep. I owe you a video if nothing else 😉

I reached Lil Frankie’s a bit early, the only other person waiting in the entranceway was Darci, who had seen me and was waving.

‘Too late to walk away and come back’ I thought, a stony dread taking shape in my stomach. With a deep breath I smiled and pushed in.

We greeted each other with an awkward hug followed by an even more awkward silence.

“Kwasi says you’re dating someone,” she said finally, maybe feeling as uncomfortable as me. “But he says you won’t say who; very mysterious.”

“It’s just early I guess?”

“Don’t want to jinx it.”

“Something like that.”

“Well, Kwasi was really excited for you to meet Oliver – he’s a super nice guy.”

I studied Darci, her dark hair and high cheekbones, her beautifully painted lips. She had gained a little weight since moving to New York – but if anything it made her prettier, more womanly.

Remembering Kip’s shocked expression, I decided to just tell her about Claire.

“Sarah!”

The sound of my name, of the voice, was so unbelievable, even recognizing who it was, I was still shocked to see Rebekah when I turned.

I was so happy I burst into tears.

“What?” I blinked. “Wait! No! What are you doing here?” I asked, embracing her.

When I had recovered enough to look around, I saw a worried looking Ali standing in the doorway. I was still clutching Rebekah, Ali reached around to stroke my back.

“Nice to see you haven’t changed,” Rebekah whispered.

“But how?” I blubbered, taking a tissue from Ali.

“I invited her,” Ali said, beaming at me, her eyes a little wet with sympathetic tears. “We’re both in town for the same conference – we’re at the same hotel!”

“We were chatting in the elevator and Ali told me she was going to meet up with classmates, and-“

“Oh my God you went to Brown, blah blah,” Ali laughed.

“-inside of two sentences we made the Hill House connection-“

“You two had never met?” Darcy asked, boggling at the chances.

“How fucking random, right?!” Ali laughed.

“Totally random,” I agreed, snotty and still weeping.

“We realized we both knew you before we got to the lobby,” Rebekah continued. “Ali told me I had to come, that you might be here!”

Dinner was fun. It ended up being nine of us. Kwasi was the only guy. All the ladies had dressed up. We all teased him about how happy he looked.

Ali was at the head of the table, I was on the other end. A woman from Ali’s class I didn’t remember, named Jess was to my left, and Kwasi was next to her. Rebekah sat to my right, with Darci on her other side. And while the conversation at the table was engaging and at times even a bit rowdy, Rebekah and I had a chance to catch up. She hadn’t heard until tonight that I was at the Times and wanted to know all about my work and life in New York.

“I sometimes wish I had come here instead of SF,” she admitted.

“I’ve always wanted to go to San Francisco,” I told her. And it was true. But I didn’t tell Rebekah the reason I used to imagine going there was to visit her.

“SF is nice,” she said somewhat half-heartedly, but must have realized, because she brightened up. “Oh, don’t get me wrong! It’s beautiful and I have a good life there – you should totally visit! But, even so, it’s not New York, everything is so heightened here.”

Rebekah was only a few years older than the rest of us, but seemed so much more adult than the rest of us – not just older but more mature, more… established. She had clearly done well for herself. She owned her place in SF, had a car and showed us pictures of her dog. The rest of us were still living like students. She didn’t say so, but had clearly made a lot of money when the company she had worked for with her friend Zach had gone public. She was careful not to talk about a partner, but wore a giant diamond engagement ring. And while she and Ali were attending the same Women In Tech conference, Ali had come for her new job, a junior manager, Rebekah was there as the owner of her company.

“It’s a nonprofit,” she explained. “Mission driven; just me and a few others…”

Rebekah had such a big place in my memory and my imagination I had trouble absorbing the reality of her. When I’d seen her last she’d favored tight hip hugger jeans and baby-ts, her thick black hair worn down or carelessly held in a bun with a pencil or a chopstick, or whatever else might be on hand. Now she was dressed the part of casual Friday corporate warrior. Her hair back and carefully coiffed and perfumed, a light gray pedicure the edgiest element of her well considered look. I couldn’t help finding the shift a bit disappointing.

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Amy Halston sat on the brick border of the fountain in front of Claymont School for girls. A prep school for the wealthy elite. She was not extremely attractive but a slender and athletic eighteen-year-old. She was wearing black jeans with ripped knees. A Cat Power tee-shirt. An assortment of turquoise rings and bracelets completed her look.

She sensed someone stop beside her. She looked up. “Miss Taylor.” She said when she saw her favorite teacher. Fifth period, European History.

“You look very absorbed in thought.” Sarah Taylor said. “Mind if I sit?”

“Of course not.” Amy smiled at the slim attractive thirty something woman.

After a few minutes of random conversation, Sarah said. “Mind if I ask you something?”

“No” Amy said. “Not at all.”

“Well.” Sarah started. “Please stop me if this makes you uncomfortable.” She hesitated.

“If this is about all the stories of me on Twitter.” Amy said. She looked at Sarah then she grinned and shrugged her shoulders. “They’re all true and I really don’t care so fuck it.”

She didn’t Alsancak travesti shock Sarah. She just smiled. And then she removed a piece of paper from her pocket. “Good to know.” She handed the paper to Amy. “If you’re interested.” Sarah stood and walked away toward the History building.

Amy looked at the paper. “Sarah Taylor, 2886 Greenbrier Ct. Apt, 218.” “Wow.” Amy smiled.

It was Saturday night when Amy pressed the doorbell buzzer at Sarah’s apartment. Sarah was more than a little surprised when she opened the door to see Amy standing there. After a few seconds. Amy said. “Bad timing I’m guessing?”

“No, not at all. I thought we might have talked first but now that you’re here. Like you say, fuck it. Come in.” Sarah stepped back, and Amy came inside, Sarah closed the door. She pointed toward the living room and the two went in. It was near ten at night and Sarah was wearing white cotton pajama bottoms decorated with small blue elephants. She also wore a white sleeveless top. She sat in a large, upholstered chair Alsancak travestileri and crossed one leg under herself. Amy settled on the sofa.

“So, all the gossip was spot on for a change?” Sarah said.

“I don’t like to waste words.” Amy said. “I think you’re hot. I would like to be with you if that was what this note was all about.”

“That’s exactly what it was about.” Sarah said, I just have to be very careful. You understand”.

“I do.” Amy stood up. “So do I. Maybe not as much as you, though.”

Amy slowly came over to where Sarah sat. She leaned down and put a finger under her chin. She lifted Sarah’s face up and gave her a kiss. It lasted, soft, tender, sensuous. When it ended, Amy whispered. “Get undressed.” She took Sarah’s arm and helped her stand. Then, she took the chair Sarah had just been in.

“Show me.” Amy said.

Sarah confidently gathered the hem of her tee and eased it over her head. Her breasts were smallish but very lovely. She dropped the shirt. As she pressed her fingers into Travesti alsancak the elastic waistband of her bottoms, Amy smiled at her. Sarah was already extremely aroused. She pushed the pajamas down her legs and slipped them off.

She dropped them in Amy’s lap as she walked past. “The bedroom is this way if you want to see more.”

Amy followed Sarah and was unbuttoning her jeans and lowering the zipper as she walked. Once in the bedroom, Sarah was already in the middle of her bed, nude except her panties. She now watched Amy slip off her jeans, tee shirt and discard her panties and then climb onto the bed, kneeling beside Sarah.

“You really are fucking hot.” Amy said.

“If you want me, you need to finish the unwrapping.” Sarah grinned. Amy made quick work to vanquish the panties. There she lay, nude and gorgeous and waiting for Amy to pleasure her.

Amy nestled in between Sarah’s legs, She pushed them wide apart. She licked her lips as Sarah took hold of her hair. Amy was guided to a sweet smooth pussy already wet with anticipation.

An hour later, Amy lifted her head when she heard the front door open. “Relax.” Sarah whispered. Amy was still between her legs. “It’s just Claire, my roommate. I’m afraid she is going to be jealous.” She moved some hair from Amy’s eyes. “Would you mind doing her too? She’s ridiculously hot.”

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Brunette

Sunday was a quiet day in the neighborhood. A lot of people seemed to have gone out of town, including Jessica and Marie, who had left for the week on some mysterious errand.

Kat decided to drop by Kelly’s house, partly to return a math book she’d borrowed, and partly just for something to do. She thought of calling ahead to see if Kelly was home, but didn’t bother because she felt like a walk anyway. And maybe she had something else in the back of her mind….

The door was answered by Betty Ann, looking ten years younger than her age in cutoff jeans and a tight top with spaghetti straps. She smiled widely at Kat and invited her in. The same thing had happened a thousand times before, but this time it felt different; Betty and Kat knew each other in a way they hadn’t until this weekend.

“I brought Kelly’s math book for her,” said Kat.

“She went out for a run,” answered Betty. “Put it on the table there. Have a seat. I was just about to make a sandwich, you want one?”

“Sure,” said Kat. Again, this was a scene that had been played out many times in the past, but it felt new and exciting this time. Kat and Betty Ann chatted as Betty stood at the counter making sandwiches, but Kat couldn’t take her eyes off the older woman’s exquisite rump, which was beautifully framed by the cutoffs. She resisted the urges that were tugging at her, but only for a minute; then she was Avcılar travesti walking up behind Betty and thrusting a hand between the older woman’s smooth thighs. Betty Ann gasped and leaned back against Kat, who wrapped her other arm around Betty and got a firm grasp on one breast.

They kissed eagerly as Kat pressed one hand into Betty’s crotch and popped her tits out of her top with the other. Her nipples were hard and pink, and Kat squeezed them, then leaned down to suck them. It wasn’t long until Betty was splayed out naked on the kitchen table, spreading her legs for Kat, who sat on a chair at the head of the table like a little girl waiting for a treat.

Kelly, meanwhile, was on her way home near the end of her run when she passed the Bowmans’ house and decided to drop in. No one answered, but just as Kelly was about to give up, Samantha came up behind her. She was returning from her yoga class, looking luscious in tight yoga pants and a midriff-baring top that not many women her age could have gotten away with.

“Hi, Mrs. Bowman,” said Kelly Ann.

“I think you can call me Samantha now,” she responded, opening the door and ushering Kelly inside. Samantha just happened to be terribly horny at the moment. Her yoga teacher was a magnificent creature, a 6-foot-tall Amazon who had a fantastic body and loved to show it off. Samantha had wanted her Avcılar travestileri badly for a long time now, but she seemed distant and unattainable. Being around her during class, combined with the exercise endorphins, always worked Sam up into a state.

Kelly was also feeling kind of overheated, from her run and from Samantha’s mature sex appeal. From the moment the door closed behind them, they both knew what was going to happen; it was just a question of who would make the first move. It turned out to be Kelly who initiated things, drawn inexorably by Samantha’s full, soft lips. They shared a long, lingering kiss with lots of tongue; then Samantha grabbed the ice tray from the freezer, took Kelly by the hand, and led her upstairs to the master bedroom.

Kelly’s heart was beating fast. She’d seen this room hundreds of times, but never actually been inside it. Samantha stripped Kelly Ann naked and laid her out across the king-sized bed. Taking an ice cube in one hand, Sam started to run it all over Kelly’s body. This made Kelly’s already taut nipples even harder, and Samantha leaned down to nibble on the cool pink nubs. She ran the ice cube along Kelly’s belly, down to her knees, then up her inner thighs, leaning forward again to tongue Kelly’s clit just as the cube slipped between her pussy lips. Kelly yelped, arched her back, and bucked her hips violently, Travesti avcılar pushing her wet cunt right into Samantha’s face. With just a few more licks Samantha had Kelly writhing in a forceful orgasm. She removed the ice cube from Kelly’s pussy and slipped it into the girl’s mouth, then slowly fingered her to a second powerful climax.

Once she had had some time to recover, Kelly Ann happily peeled off Samantha’s clothes and returned the favor. She took her time icing Samantha down and licking every inch of her, savoring the salty taste of her sweat. As she was eating the older woman’s pussy, Kelly happened to look up to see a family picture of Samantha with her husband, Kat, and Kat’s brother who was away at college. This made Kelly feel very weird for a moment, but then she shrugged it off and went back to work.

Around the corner, Kat and Betty Ann had moved to the den, where they were 69ing on a black leather couch. There was a big mirror on one wall, and Kat was able to watch herself licking her friend’s mother’s red-haired pussy. She pictured Kelly Ann on the floor next to her, bent over, being fucked with a strap-on by Samantha; this sent her over the edge into a careening, multi-stage orgasm that left her feeling drained.

A few minutes later, Kat finally had her sandwich. Then she dressed and kissed Betty Ann goodbye, savoring her own taste on the older woman’s lips, and started walking home. Just as she turned the corner, there was Kelly Ann.

“Hey,” said Kelly.

“Hey,” said Kat. “I dropped off your math book at your house.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

“See you later then.”

“OK,” said Kat, and they went their separate ways.

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Crawling on my hands and knees, I followed Her down the hallway, past the living room and dining room, and through the kitchen to the pantry. There we came to a closed door. I watched as my Mistress entered a code into the keypad by the doorknob, and heard the click of the lock disengaging.

After opening the door she pulled me to my feet, unclipped the leash from my collar, and took me by the arm. We began to descend a dimly lit stairway, moving slowly and carefully; the stairs were narrow and a little rickety. As we got closer to the bottom my eyes began to adjust to the darkness, and what I saw sent a shiver up my spine: ropes, chains, whips, paddles, and some other things that were completely mysterious to me. The word that popped into my head was “dungeon,” and indeed that is what this room is called; I have spent a lot of time there since.

One little thing I’ve learned about my Mistress — a weakness, if you want to call it that — is that she loves to shop. And so she had gotten a little carried away in outfitting this place, buying all sorts of gear, some of which was used rarely if at all. But at the time it was pretty intimidating.

In the middle of the room was a platform shaped like a five-pointed star. My Mistress helped me up onto it and clipped my wrists and ankles into built-in restraints. As I gazed up at the seemingly distant ceiling, I reflected again that I didn’t really know Her all that well, in the scheme of things. I could disappear into this dungeon, never to be seen again, and no one would ever know what had happened to me.

But then she bent over me and I looked up into Her eyes. They were serious eyes, the eyes of Taksim travesti a person not to be trifled with; but there was also a reassuring warmth there. I felt sure that she would never harm me. If she chose to punish me, it would be for my own good.

Then a blindfold slipped over my eyes and I saw nothing.

2.

Blind and helpless as I was, I could feel every sensation very intensely. At first it was just the cool air of the basement room playing over my naked skin. After a minute I felt something hard being snapped onto my right nipple, then a few seconds later onto my left.

Nipple clamps were another thing I’d seen pictures of but never experienced in real life. They didn’t really hurt, per se; it was more just that they brought my awareness to my swollen, sensitive little buds. The itch that had been growing between my legs accelerated that much more.

Next I felt something tiny dig into the flesh of my neck and begin to crawl down across my shoulder. Nowadays I would know immediately that it was my Mistress using a pinwheel to stimulate me; at the time it was a completely novel feeling. The little pinpricks were both mildly painful and gently thrilling. They moved all the way down one side of my body to my feet and up the other side, then down my chest and across my belly.

By the time She arrived between my legs I was beside myself. My whole body was alive with an intense, throbbing sense of need. Feeling the cool metal dig into the tender skin of my inner thighs caused me to tremble all over and moan pitifully. I couldn’t see Her at the time because of the blindfold, but thinking about it now I enjoy imagining Taksim travestileri the satisfied smile on Her face as she tormented me.

Finally I heard a clink as she sat the pinwheel down. Every part of me was alive with excitement as I awaited Her next move: would it be pain, or pleasure, or some combination of the two?

Then I felt Her lips trailing through my pubic hair. It was long enough now to start curling a little bit, and I knew that would please Her. She slowly inched her way down and down and when at last she kissed my clit, in the state I was in, that was all it took. I orgasmed violently, shaking all over and pulling fruitlessly at the restraints holding my arms and legs.

“Good girl,” my Mistress whispered. She slid a finger inside me, then brought the juice-coated digit to my mouth and had me suck it. I did so happily; meanwhile Her other hand was moving down to my chest and tugging at the chain connecting the nipple clamps. I yelped at the sudden twin jabs of pain, then exhaled as they subsided. Then the hand moved down between my legs again. I felt one finger penetrate me, then another, then another. Before long I was coming again.

Over the next few minutes (or was it hours? Time quickly ceased to have any meaning) she used Her hands, Her mouth, and all Her considerable skill to make me climax over and over and over again, occasionally yanking on the chain to mix in a little pain, which just made the next orgasm all the more intense.

It was all a little overwhelming. At one point I might even have asked Her to stop, had I been capable of speech at the time. But I was not. By the time she Travesti taksim was done with me I was a limp, soggy lump of happy jelly that had once been a girl.

3.

When she pulled the blindfold off I looked up into Her eyes and muttered, “My God.”

“God had nothing to do with it,” she sniffed. “But you’re welcome. Now it’s your turn to do something for me.”

Her hands reached down toward my head and I felt a weight on my face. Then Her hands moved behind me and I felt something being fastened there. Looking up I saw that a long, thick black phallus was now extending from the front of my face. When I moved my head it wobbled in the air.

There was a whirring sound and the platform I was on began to sink toward the ground. When it was at the height she wanted, my Mistress — now naked from the waist down — positioned Herself over my head.

She began to lower herself and soon I had the unique pleasure of watching Her impale Herself on the fat dildo extending from my face like a grotesque overgrown nose. I inhaled and took in a deep lungful of Her scent, which had quickly become my favorite smell in the whole wide world. It was a little frustrating that I couldn’t taste Her, but I enjoyed watching Her pussy move up and down on the meaty shaft, and hearing Her moan above me as she indulged Herself.

Now she spun around 180 degrees, reaching down and holding onto my boobs to support her weight. This caused the clamps to dig harder into my nipples. I gasped and let out a little groan but of course I wasn’t going to complain. After all it wasn’t my feelings that mattered here; I was simply acting as an instrument of Her pleasure.

When she climbed off I watched the dildo bob in the air and wondered what it would feel like inside me. I didn’t get to find out that day but I’ve experienced it plenty of times since then. It’s nice, but I much prefer the feeling of Her strap-on. I’ll tell you all about that next time.

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