1 comments/ 22750 views/ 0 favorites A Perfect Storm By: towhead We are seated in the bar, a funky, gothic place with red velvet drapes covering the door to keep the cool fall breeze outside as people come and go. The drink menu is suitably intriguing for our tastes, and we toy between caiprinhas or caprioskas, and choose the latter, deciding that our last foray into the evil of cachasa has left us willing to go there again. We have been huddled against the menu, canoodling, so absorbed in our task that we did not realize that others had been watching us and speculating. After we had gotten our luscious drinks and begun sipping, the woman on the barstool next to me leans over and asks if we are on a first date. We cannot help but giggle as we gaze into each others eyes as we have done so many times while doing such wicked things to each other. "Oh, no," you reply, with your sweet grin tugging at your handsome face, your eyes practically dancing with mischief. I have seen that look so many times before, and feel the thin strip of satin between my bare thighs go moist with your words. We chat with the couple beside us, who ironically are on a first date, and another couple, but ultimately get lost in each other as we are wont to do. You look so handsome, having dressed for me this evening, taking pride in selecting the perfect outfit to accompany your natural beauty. Your skin is so smooth as I run the back of my fingers down your chiseled cheek to your chin, with it's distinctive cleft, your eyes twinking above your strong nose as your seductive lips slowly spread into a smile to my touch. I lean in for a kiss and can smell the Burberry cologne on your skin, so soft for such a masculine man, such broad shoulders and strong arms that I know can manipulate me to the most sinful of predicaments. And to think they thought we were on a first date? If only they could read our minds.... I see the wind whipping the trees through the windows across the street, it is the perfect fall evening; dark, mysterious, and I am feeling the seductive pull of my cocktail and your body near mine. The weather has gotten even worse when we leave the bar, and we scatter for your car huddling against the wind. Back at our place we scramble up the stairs, out of breath and pulling at each other's clothes, invigorated by the wind whipping around us as we rushed in the door. The heat of your kiss warms me as do your fingers along my bare thighs, seeking my center, confirning that I have been desperate to have you for the past hour as we sat making idle chit-chat and being respectable in public. There is not much respectable about us behind closed doors. You tug my jacket off, getting locks of my long blonde hair caught in the process, exposing my throat. You take advantage and lean in, devouring me with your lips, your teeth gently nipping at my neck, my ears, eliciting moans of bliss. You flick the button to my little cardigan, roughly shoving it off my shoulders, pull my camisole down, and squeeze my breasts together, biting my now-hard nipples through my bra. Wanting more flesh, we fight each other to expose my skin, then I need yours and I begin undoing the buttons covering your glorious chest. You are an adonis, your smooth skin taut over such perfect muscles that I shiver touching you. I continue my journey south, relieving your beautiful manhood of the constraints of your trousers, dropping to my knees to engulf you in the hot wetness of my mouth. I am so desperate to taste you, feel you, that I try to swallow every bit of you that I can, taking you to the depths of my throat. I remain there for a moment, feeling your pulse with my own, beating as one; mutual desire. I slowly withdraw, feeling your thickness between my lips, savoring the sensation as I use the tip of my tongue to caress the underside of your beautiful cock. I reach your thick head and swirl around and around, gently probing for any sweet pre-come, and my ministrations are generously rewarded with a dollop of the juice we both savor so much. I slide my hands around to your glutes, spreading my palms across your ckeeks and squeeze, loving the feel of your ass in my hands. I gently pull your cheeks apart, slide one hand in and tickle your asshole and taint with my finger, am rewarded with a moan from you, and a slight trembling in your knees. You pull me up abruptly, unzipping my skirt and pushing me over the easy-chair behind me. My legs are splayed and I am at your mercy. You know this as you dive into my bare pussy, hitting my hard clit right away, but only to tease for a bit before licking lower, between my lips, gently tugging with your teeth, sucking my nectar. You, return to my clit, alternately licking, flicking and gently biting, adding your thick fingers to my slick pussy as you ravage me. I am soon writhing on the chair, not sure if I am trying to fuck you or get away from such exquisite pleasure, but soon enough, I cry out. "Oh, Dominic, Oh, I'm coming, Baby, don't stop!" I buck against your hand, your lips, as wave after wave rush through me, and every muscle in my body contracts. You continue to suckle me as the intensity of my orgasm ebbs, your gaze locked onto mine as your fingers find mine and intertwine. You climb up my body, biting a hard nipple in a way that tells me you are in no mood for cuddling, but that you need release. Just at that moment, the wind whips against the skylights in a fierce gust, and we are both momentarily distracted. We get up and move to the couch, drawn by the storm that appears to be escalating outside as much as in our home. We pull a throw around our shoulders and watch as the storm rolls across the ocean, it is picturesque in the night. After a few moments of this, it is almost as if we have the same thought at the same time. We toss the b lanket aside and head out onto the deck, completely unaware of the temperature in the 50's. We are a bit worried about the neighbors at first, despite the late hour, and stay close to the side of the house, you pinning me against the side with your warmth as you kiss me passionately. We are surrounded by wind, whipping our skin, my hair, the smell of the ocean as it churns. Your kisses deepen and soon you are turning me around and I am grasping the railing of the deck as you enter me from behind. I have a momentary thought of my neighbors, the house across the driveway and the windows at eye-level with me at this moment, but I just don't care as your thick cock slides into my sopping pussy to the hilt. I grip the railing even tighter, feeling every bit of you in that first thrust, your hips flush with mine before you withdraw and slam home again. There is nothing tender tonight, our passion is as fierce as the wind howling around us. A flash of lightning illuninates the sky as you hammer into me, I can almost see the white of my knuckles gripping the railing, I'm not sure from holding on or if it's from pushing back onto you as you slam into me. I can't seem to take you deep enough, am as wild as the waves churning against the breakwater across the street. You lean forward, cupping my breasts, so you are now flush with me as you slide in and out in smooth, well-aimed movements that hit all the right spots. I am almost hanging over the railing at this point, oblivious to the turmoil brewing around us. You pull back and guide me to a chair, seating me and pulling me so my ass is barely on the edge, as am I at this point. You slide your iron-hard rod into me for a moment, my eyes start to roll into the back of my head, but you have so much more in store for me. More flashes of lightening are glistening across the bay, reflecting in your eyes, and there are now rumbles of thunder as you position the head of your thick cock at my little knot. It is cold outside and my flesh is goosepimpled, my body automatically contracts with the cold, yet I feel the heat of your cock at my backdoor, and my legs splay just a bit more to grant access. You begin to push and I feel the crown sliding in, that initial ease before the inevitable 'pop' when your head completely violates my most decadent space. Is there any more delicious feeling? You pull my ankles up as you simultaneously slide deeper into my ass, then with one final thrust, you are buried balls-deep. You know how much I love it when you wait there a moment, and despite the growing mayhem swirling around us, you manage to thrust just a bit deeper, then swirl your hips, driving me absolutely mad with desire. I reach up and pinch your already hard nipples, gently tugging as you slam into my ass, holding my ankles up and apart, taking my ass so completely. Your thrusts are wild, deep and strong as you fill me in the way only you know that I love. I am pinned against the back of the deck chair, barely able to meet your thrusts, but I clench my ass, gripping your cock, trying to keep it as deep inside me as possible, feeling every bit of you as you hammer in and out of my tight ass. Our moans become defeaning, even with the growing thunder claps I am sure our neighbors must be able to hear something, but at this point, I just don't care. All I care about is your thick cock sliding in and out of my tight knot as wind and thunder swirl around us, I look up to the cacophany of tree branches dancing over my head with my ankles in my periphery. Just as I am about to lose total control, I feel a cool droplet on my chest. And then another. Suddenly, there is torrential rain pouring down on us, but this seems perfect to the moment. I find myself falling over the edge, crying out in ecstacy as I cum and cum, feel you growing even more rigid in my ass, slamming into me, then pausing, only to thrust one final time before releasing my ankles as your body grows rigid with your final thrust. I feel hot turrents of cum erupt into me as cool rain splatters onto us, see you arched in ecstacy in a flash of lightening before you collapse over me. Your heart is thumping against mine, as thunder roars around us, rain beats down on your back, rolling off of you and onto me, our bodies still joined and spent. After a few moments the coldness overwhelmes the moment, and we scamper, shivering, into the house. I draw a hot shower and lead you into the steam, wrapping you into my arms as we collapse against each other, using the wall for support. We stay under the steam long enough to warm our shivering bodies, then wrap into towels with our crinkled skin and amazed looks before climbing into bed, still catching each others glances in the streaks of lightening across the sky as we lay under the skylight; the calm after a perfect storm. A Perfect Storm I knew by the way you looked at me when I walked into the office this morning, that it was going to be a painful and excruciating day. Your eyes meet mine, slowly travel down my body and up again. They bore into mine, challenging, daring me to look away. Cursing internally I look away first, like I always do, feeling heat consuming my face as I blush. You are my one weakness. My one little bad habit, and you know it. Fuck I've wanted you...for months. And it is so damn obvious you want me too. But this is the game we play. No words. Just constant mutual eye fucking and the occasional touch. I take my place at the head of the table, and begin to delegate the day's assignments. I look at everyone but you during the conversation, feeling your eyes popping the buttons off of my shirt, one by one. Being your boss really sucks. Oh sure, we've got the professional routine down. I give orders, you take them, and we've never had a problem. We could sit either in a group or alone and discuss nothing but the job without even a flinch. But when you look into my eyes, and time seems to stand still, I know, that you know, that all I really want is to send everyone on an assignment and have you slam me against the office wall and have your way with me. I imagine what it would be like to have all 6 foot something of you pressed up against me, your hands holding mine over my head as your mouth slowly teases and then devours mine. Your throbbing cock straining against your pants and against my stomach. I quickly glance at you while the others are deep in conversation about the plan for the day. You raise your eyebrow at me and bite your lower lip. Your eyes say you are going to someday fuck me like I have never been fucked before. I feel a shudder between my thighs and I squeeze them together tight as I begin to get wet. You smile. I know you know what you're doing to me. Fortunately the day is a busy one and I spend most of the day alone in the office. Around ten, I take a phone call from a coworker and you walk in the door. It is just you and me and the person on the phone. The tension in the room is intense. I muster a stern look on my face and point for you to stay on your side of the room. You laugh at my attempt at strength and stroll over to the table I'm at and plant your hands on the table and lean over toward me, your face inches from mine. I look down at the table and support my forehead with my hand trying with every fiber of my being to continue my phone conversation. I see your hands leave the table and I half hope you're going to throw in the towel and leave the room. Where did I put my flag of surrender?? I continue speaking about numbers and deadlines and dates when I feel you come up behind me and your huge glorious hands start to massage my shoulders. You've done this before on several occasions. And whether it is right or wrong, I always allow it. After a few minutes, just when I think you're going to play nice, your right hand brushes my long dark hair away from my neck while your left remains on my shoulder. I bite my lip to stifle a moan as you lean down and start planting kisses up my neck toward my ear. My pussy begins to throb at your slow sweet torment. My heart begins to race. Anyone could walk in at any minute and I'm pretty sure I said, "YYYYYes SSSSsir!" to the woman on the phone. I feel your deep chuckle vibrate against my neck as you run your tongue up my earlobe and gently tug on it with your teeth. My head slowly falls back and my left hand instinctively moves up toward your head. I push my fingers through your hair and encourage your tongue rape of my ear. After a few fucking glorious seconds, your head slips from my hand, you kiss the top of my head and walk toward the door, winking on your way out. I hang up the phone, not sure if I have even said goodbye or not. That's it. No words. There never are. In the afternoon all of us herd into the elevator to head to the top floor for a meeting. You stand right behind me in the back corner. How fucking convenient. I feel the heat from your chest against my back and the slight caress of your hand on my ass. The dueling voices in my head scream "Good God that feels good!" And then, "But it's wrong! But it's wrong! But it's wrong!" I move my hand from my side behind me, telling myself I am intercepting whatever your intentions are. Your fingers slowly and gently lace into mine and I feel rather than hear your deep chuckle behind me. You are amused. As the elevator slowly climbs and the work crew around us continue some ridiculous banter, you take my hand that's in yours and rub it against your stiff cock. My hand, against my better judgment, gives in to the guided tour of your cock and I catch myself leaning back against you. We hit the top floor and the elevator doors open. We all file out and head toward the meeting room. I see you make a slight adjustment to the front of your pants. No one saw anything. No one ever does. By the end of the twenty minute meeting, my pussy is screaming for release and I do something I have never done at work before. I run to the nearest bathroom and slamming the stall door behind me I shove my hand down the front of my jeans. As I lean against the stall wall I choke back in half ecstasy and half terror pulling my hand from my pants. The juices from my pussy are so thick they string across my spread fingers. I shove my hand back down and with one foot on the toilet seat I frantically start rubbing my clit. My preferred method for quick release is always my vibrator, but desperate times call for desperate measures and I fucking need to cum. I rub my clit so fucking hard it starts to hurt. But the orgasm won't fucking come! Just more and more of my personal sex slime coats my hand. I start to cry. Fuck you for doing this to me. You God damned mother fucking tease!! Our time will come, and I will show you what it feels like to want. After what seems like only a minute, the lights in the bathroom turn off. All of the lights in the building are on motion sensors, and the perfect storm that had been building in the last stall has evidently gone undetected for fifteen minutes. Realizing I'm not going to achieve the relief I am craving, I zip up my pants and head for the sink, the lights blinking back on as soon as the stall door opens. I look at my hand and am shocked and amazed by what I see. It looks like clear snot and coats my hand to my wrist, webbing between my fingers. I think about licking and sucking my fingers to see what sexual frustration actually tastes like. I groan at the thought and turn on the sink to wash my hands. Although the thought is incredibly hot, I don't think I need to be turned on any more than I already am. There are 3 more hours left in the day. For the rest of the day I have a constant pulsating throb deep within my pussy. It feels like a homing beacon going off in the middle of an ocean, and I am waiting for someone to come rescue me. I need relief so damn bad. I even find myself pulling my jeans up tighter while I'm sitting, to try to get some relief from the crotch seam. By the time the work day is over, I'm in so much someone please fuck me pain I have tears welling in my eyes. This is what it must feel like to be a cat in heat. The rolling around on the floor and yowling like a banshee. You did this to me. I speed home, actually contemplating on the way to pull over. The normally 30 minute drive takes me just under 20. I pull into the driveway and run up the stairs to my front door. Fumbling with the keys, I manage to unlock the door and run down the hall to my room. Did I even close the front door? I slam my bedroom door behind me with one hand while the other starts pulling off my jacket. There isn't enough time... I whimper as I pull down my jeans to mid thigh and bend over the side of my bed, my hand searching for the vibrator that is somewhere under my pillow. I half laugh half sob as I find it and thrust it between my legs turning it as high as it will go. Still standing beside my bed, with my face buried in a pillow and my ass in the air, I assault my clit with my vibrator. It's so fucking swollen and my juices were running down my thighs before I even got my jeans down. I'm so frantic and desperate to cum. Good God please let me cum. Within seconds that seem like years I feel the familiar quiver begin to grow and I groan out loud as my pussy begins to squeeze and release hard with an earth shattering orgasm. "FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKK!!!" I scream into my pillow as I collapse against it. About 40 minutes later I come to, still with my bare ass hanging over the side of the bed. My juices still sticky between my thighs. I'm not done. I need more. I stand up and half hike my jeans up enough to trot down the hallway to verify my front door is closed. Thank God...that would have been a mess to explain if someone had walked in. I quickly strip off my clothes and climb into the shower. I let the water pour down the front of my chest and turning around put my head back and let the water cover me from head to toe. I grab the shower head out of it's holder. Enough with the shower formalities. I crank the shower up to the strong jet stream and slide my back down the shower wall until my knees are bent. I push the shower head hard up against my pussy. Oh shiiiiiiiiitttt. My head falls back against the shower wall and I start sliding up and down the wall in pulsating squats...My knees opening wider and wider as I smash the shower head against me with both hands. I start saying your name over and over...just whispering it in time with every time I squatted against the shower head and the jet stream of water. I feel my clit twitch and another orgasm began to grow. I begin to bounce faster and faster with the shower head between my thighs still whispering your name. "Oh fuck, oh shit," I groan. I can't get that fucking shower head close enough... I push it harder one more time directly into my pussy, squatting down onto it at the same time. My head tosses back against the wall and I scream your name as my cunt quivers one last time and begins to convulse in throbbing waves. Tears began to run down my face and I reach a hand out to the shower wall to support my still quaking body as I put the shower head back in it's holder with the other. Not sure I can walk, I carefully lower myself to the floor of the shower, my pussy still contracting. I sit and lay back with the jet of water spraying over me for several moments. I can't open my eyes...my body feels so heavy. Tomorrow, fucker, you're mine. A Perfect Storm: Paula vs Saskia Hi readers, this is the seventh instalment in this series, Previous story: 6. The Debut: Sarah vs Bronwyn. Hope you enjoy it. MELD. **************************** "Paula. Over here!" Gemma yelled, beckoning her over to the corner table. "Oh there you are, hiya love!" she replied, grabbing her drink and joining her friend. Paula always looked forward to going for a drink with Gemma; she was the only really close friend she had at work. She worked at the desk directly opposite her in the office and they had got on really well ever since Gemma had started there almost eight years ago, she was about the same age as Paula; mid to late forties so they had quite a lot in common, liked the same music, same TV shows and so on. It had been a while since they had managed to get together outside work because of one thing or another. The only problem was Gemma always insisted on meeting up at the same place, The Gardens, a God awful wine bar in the centre of town. It was always full of executives or managers, the sort of arseholes they spent all week working with. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'at least it gets me out of the house for a bit.' "Sorry I'm late Gem, bloody taxi." "That's alright love, sit down." the buxom blonde said patting the chair next to her. The usual clientele were scattered around the place, even on a Saturday afternoon it seemed to have plenty of suits hanging around, ' where the bloody hell do they all come from?' Paula thought as she took a sip from her glass. "What's your Dave up to then?" she asked putting her glass down. "Oh Jesus, don't get me started on that pillock, a gorgeous summers day like this and he decides to start re-tiling the bathroom, you ought to see it, the place looks like a bomb's hit it, I had to get out he was doing my head in!" "Oh dear, not going well then?" Paula smirked. "You must be joking, he knows fuck all about DIY, I wouldn't be surprised if I get back and the daft twat's stuck himself to the wall or something." Paula laughed and took another sip from her glass. "I'll bet your Wendy's enjoying the sun now the holidays have started," said Gemma. "Oh yes, her and her mate Sarah seem to spend all their time in my back garden sunbathing and getting pissed." "Sarah, that's the little blonde girl with the glasses I saw her in town with isn't it?" Gemma asked. "Yeah that's right." "She seems a nice level headed sort of girl." "Hmm...Most of the time, yes." Paula replied. "What d'ya mean?" "Well when I was getting ready to come here I heard a load of screaming and laughing coming from the back garden; when I got down there I found the pair of them rolling round on the lawn squirting each other with the hosepipe, old Mr Giller next door looked like he was going to have a heart attack watching them!" "Oh, he was out creosoting his fence again was he?" Gemma laughed. "Oh yeah, funny isn't it; whenever any of us sunbathe he's out there with his brush in his hand, I dread to think what he's got in the other one!" "So what did you say?" "Well I bollocked them didn't I, I mean I don't mind them relaxing out there and having a few drinks or even smoking the odd joint, I'm not even bothered if he likes watching us but I draw the line at staging mud wrestling for the dirty old sod!" Gemma laughed and finished her drink, "Oh come on, they're just letting off a bit of steam Paula." "Letting off a bit of steam? You ought to see the state of my lawn, honestly I could have throttled the pair of them; there they were with stupid pissed up grins on their faces blaming each other for starting it, they're like a pair of bloody kids sometimes!" "Getting under your feet a bit then are they?" Paula shrugged and smiled, "No not really they're good most of the time and Wendy's never been happier, Sarah's a really good friend to her." "Hmmm," Gemma smiled, "same again?" "Yeah go on then," Paula replied handing her the glass. The pair spent an enjoyable afternoon having a good laugh, bitching about people at work and having private jokes about the various suits wandering round the bar. "Honestly Gem, I don't know why you insist on coming here, the place is just full of self important tosspots." "Mmm, I don't know, I think I just like watching them all strut about thinking they're something special." "Where the hell do they all come from?" "No idea," Gemma shrugged, "I think some of them work for that Advance Intelligence place, you know over at the Crown Park estate." "Crown Park? but that's bloody miles away! Why the hell would you come all the way from Crown Park to drink in a crappy wine bar in Merrington?" "Search me, anyway love I'll have to get going now, see if my house is still standing." "Okay Gem, I'll see you on Monday," Paula smiled, giving her friend a peck on the cheek. "Bye love." Paula finished her drink and was about to leave when she noticed a blonde woman in large sunglasses enter the bar. "Oh my God, it can't be," she muttered to herself, only when the woman removed the glasses was she absolutely sure. "Fuck me...it is!" she exclaimed, attracting some peculiar looks from the suits at the next table. Paula watched as the blonde said something to the barman then went into the ladies, she hesitated for a moment then decided to follow her in. As she entered she found the blonde huddled over the basins washing her hands. "Hello Saskia," Paula said softly. Saskia felt her insides wince, she recognised the voice straight away; slowly lifting her head she saw a face from her past smiling at her in the mirror. "Well well, Paula Taylor what an unexpected pleasure," she sighed turning round to face her, "What are you doing here?" "I met a friend for a few drinks, what about you?" "I just thought I'd give this place a try, but I don't think I'll bother now," she replied darting past Paula and heading for the door. "Saskia wait!" Paula yelled, running after her and eventually catching her up in the bar. "What!" the blonde said sharply. "Come on, have a drink with me just one, my shout......please." Saskia looked at her for a moment, and then sighed. "Alright, but just one I'm driving." The pair ordered their drinks and sat at the table, Paula smiled warmly as she looked at her old adversary, she guessed she must be about late thirties or even early forties now, she couldn't remember exactly how old she was. She still looked very striking with her shoulder length platinum blonde hair, those steel grey eyes and her stunning figure, only more dominant, powerful looking, dressed in a smart black skirt suit. "I wasn't sure it was you until you took your shades off, I don't believe it, how long is it since we last erm...met?" "Nearly twenty years ago, autumn 1994 I think," Saskia replied smiling nervously, "It was our fourth fight." "That's right I remember now, four fights, four draws, Patricia stopped pairing us against each other in the end." "Yes, I remember." "Do you still fight at The Society?" "Not so much nowadays, Patricia made me her deputy a few years back." "Ohhh yeah?" Paula smirked, nodding her head. "What do you mean by that?" "Oh come on Saskia, all the other girls knew you were her favourite, you were one of the prettiest girls on the roster." "It's got nothing to do with that!" the blonde stormed, "Years ago she helped me get a job with my current employer, so in return I agreed to be her deputy and help her find new girls to replace the ones that left, okay!" "Alright, alright calm down I wasn't having a go at you, bloody hell, you're still the same touchy little sod now that you were back then aren't you?" Saskia slammed down her glass and glared at her. "I fucking knew I shouldn't have stayed for this drink, you had to bring Patricia into it didn't you? It wasn't my fault you had to leave!" Saskia got up to leave but Paula grabbed her arm. "Let go of me!" "Saskia please, I'm sorry, at least stay and finish your drink, I promise I won't mention it again, let's change the subject, tell me what you've been doing all these years." The blonde rolled her eyes, sighed and sat back down. "Fine, fine I'll stay," taking a sip from her glass, if she was honest she wanted to stay really, anyway she would only be going home to an empty house. The pair spent the next half hour or so talking about what had happened in their lives since they had last 'met'. Saskia's stomach churned every time Paula mentioned Wendy but managed to smile through it, other than that, the blonde had actually found their little reunion quite enjoyable, they even shared a few laughs; which years ago would have been almost unthinkable. "Right, I really am going to have to leave now Paula." "Okay," Paula smiled, "I'm going myself now anyway." As they made their way out into the car park Paula turned to the blonde and gently kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks for staying; it was really nice to see you again, honest." Saskia smiled, looked at her for a second, and took a deep breath. "Look, if you've got nothing to rush home for you can come back to my place, I've got a spare room, you can stay the night if you want and I'll drop you off back home in the morning." Paula could feel her heart racing as she gleefully accepted. "I'd love to, thanks!" "Come on then, I'm parked over here." "Nice car," Paula said, as they walked over to the BMW. "Mmm it's okay, it's quite old now, almost a classic but it gets me about." "Well it's a lot classier than my Mondeo," Paula replied, slipping into the passenger seat, "Where do you live these days?" "Beechmount, I've got a three bedroom house on Minerva Grove." "Beechmount? Jesus! You must be on some bloody good money to afford a place up there." "I do alright I suppose," the blonde smiled, starting the car. About twenty minutes later they were driving through the centre of Beechmount, a small rather snobby village about 15 miles outside Merrington. It was the sort of place where bankers, traders, and rich retirees lived, the only 'normal' people you saw were the gardeners, housekeepers, nannies and various other trades people who looked after them. Paula looked out of the window at the huge houses as they glided past, she couldn't wait to see which one was Saskia's. Eventually they turned into Minerva Grove; the houses were smaller along this road but still looked very expensive. "Here we are," Saskia chirped, turning into the driveway of a white 1930's art deco house. "It's stunning," remarked Paula. "Well it's certainly a step up from the grotty flat I had 20 years ago when I was at Uni." She opened the front door and they stepped inside "Just go into the lounge through there and I'll fix us some drinks," the blonde smiled, heading into the kitchen. "Okay," Paula went through the door into the lounge and sat down on the large red leather sofa, on the fire breast there was a painting of two naked women embracing on a bed, on another wall was a framed photograph of a younger Saskia standing in a cap and gown holding a scroll. Every wall was heaving with awards, certificates and other accolades, it seemed like her whole life was hanging up there. "You've certainly kept yourself busy all these years," the brunette said as Saskia entered the room with two large glasses of whisky. "Yep, I always like to push myself to be the best at everything I do," she replied, handing Paula a glass. "Yes, I remember," Paula smirked taking a sip. "Hmmm," the blonde smiled back at her, knowing exactly what she meant. Saskia studied Paula as she relaxed on the sofa, despite it being almost 20 years since she had last seen her, she hadn't really aged that much, maybe a little in the face perhaps but she still looked a lot younger than she actually was, 'She must be at least in her mid forties by now' she thought. She still had her hair in the same style, tied back in a ponytail; the brunette looked at her and smiled, her beautiful piercing green eyes had a playful sparkle about them. "I like the painting it's very atmospheric," Paula quipped. "Err, yes I had a local artist paint it for me." the blonde replied nervously," that's a nice dress," she smiled, trying to change the subject. "Do you like it?" the brunette asked standing up and smoothing the thin white cotton dress down over her figure and fixing the blonde with a lustful gaze, "I've had it for years." Saskia nodded and took a large swig from her glass. "Would you like to see the back garden?" she asked, swallowing hard. 'Not as much as I'd like to see your bedroom,' Paula thought, smiling," Yeah okay." She followed her into to the kitchen and out through the patio doors. "What do you think?" Saskia beamed as they sat at the table. "It's beautiful," Paula replied, surveying the neatly trimmed lawns and rose bushes," I take it you don't do any of this yourself." "Do I buggery!" she laughed," I have a gardener to do it all, and I have Mrs. Potter to look after the house and to sometimes cook for me." "How the other half live, eh?" "Well why not?" Saskia shrugged, "I've studied and I've worked damn hard to get where I am, would you like another drink?" "Ooh yeah, have you got any wine? I'm not really a whisky drinker, Sas." "Oh sorry erm, yeah I think I've got a couple of bottles in the fridge." As Saskia went back into the kitchen to get the wine, Paula settled back in her chair, the sun had now disappeared behind some very ominous looking dark clouds but it was still really warm and clammy. "There you go," said Saskia, handing Paula a large glass of white wine. "Thanks, looks like we might get some rain." "Yeah, they said it might break today, typical isn't it I get a few days off and the weather turns," Saskia moaned. "At least it's still warm," Paula chirped, "come on let's give this wine a good hammering and have a proper catch up." "Yeah why not?" the blonde smiled topping up their glasses. The pair talked away a couple of hours, quickly finishing off the first bottle and getting most of the way down the second. Sensing that Saskia was now pretty relaxed, Paula steered the conversation in the direction of The Society, asking if it had changed much. "Yeah it has a bit, the money's better than in our day for a start, £200 basic." "Blimey!, it was £100 back then wasn't it?" "Yep that's right, and £250 for a win, £175 each for a draw." Saskia replied. "Well we had enough of those between us didn't we eh?" Paula smiled, reaching across the table and gently holding the blondes hand. Saskia shifted uncomfortably in her chair, not quite knowing how to react; she decided to do nothing and let her keep holding it. "Belle's still there," she smiled nervously feeling her pulse quicken. "You're joking!, big Belle? She was there before I was, I fought her once," Paula smiled gently stroking her thumb over Saskia's hand. "Did you win?" the blonde asked jokingly. "Erm...let's just say I came a distant second." "How distant?" "She battered me 5-0," Paula laughed, "I was young, naïve and I needed the extra money." "Oh dear," Saskia smiled, entwining her fingers with Paula's. The brunette leaned over and gently planted a kiss on Saskia's lips. "Why did you do that?" she asked, the tingling sensation building in her stomach. "You know why." the brunette replied softly. "Paula, please let's not do this," Saskia sighed. "Come on Saskia, one more time, I know you want this as much as I do, why else did you bring me back here?" Suddenly there was flash of lightning, followed a few seconds later by a long low rumble of thunder. "Please Saskia; don't you want to find out if one of us could actually win?" "What does it matter? It was twenty fucking years ago!" the blonde scowled as a second flash of lightning lit up the garden, "Come on let's go inside before it starts pissing down." A massive clap of thunder boomed across the sky as the blonde stomped off towards the patio doors but before she could get there Paula grabbed her, spun her round and kissed her, pushing her tongue hard into her mouth. Saskia struggled at first, trying to fight off the lustful feelings she had stamped out of her memory for almost two decades. "No Paula...no please don't!" she gasped, feeling her resistance ebbing away. "Come on Saskia, no referees, no timers, no crowd, just you and me," Paula whispered, pushing the blonde against the door and kissing her again. This time instead of resisting the blonde responded, pushing her tongue deep into Paula's mouth and pulling on her ponytail, there was another flash followed by an explosive thunder clap as the rain began to fall, gently at first but gradually getting heavier. Saskia pushed back against the brunette and she fell back over the table, she clambered over her and resumed the kiss, the rain now drenching the two women as they clawed at each other's clothes. "Okay bitch, you want this? Then let's do it!" Saskia hissed, tearing open Paula's dress and pulled her white lacy bra down, revealing her firm breasts and erect nipples. Paula looked up at her in disbelief as she tried to push off her wild eyed assailant. "Oh you bitch, my dress!" Paula shrieked as she tried to pull open Saskia's jacket. "Come on Paula this is what you want isn't it?" Saskia laughed, standing up and tearing the dress completely open, exposing Paula's tiny white thong. As the blonde tried to make a grab for it, Paula kicked out, knocking her sprawling back onto the lawn. She jumped up off the table and pounced on her before she could get back up, pulling off her skirt and spreading her legs. "Aaaghhh...fuck!" Saskia wailed, trying to wriggle away over the drenched lawn. "Where the fuck d'ya think you're going?" Paula laughed dragging her back and slipping her fingers inside the blonde's skimpy red silk knickers. "Ohhhhhh....no...no!" Saskia groaned, feeling Paula's fingers massaging her throbbing clit. "Oh yeah, remember how good I used to be at this Saskia?" "Oh you fucking bitch....aaaaggghhh!" Saskia shrieked as she tried to pull Paula's hand away. The rain was now lashing down, turning the lawn into a muddy plot, the two women continued to fight tearing off the remainder of each other's clothes, completely oblivious to the storm raging around them, their bodies entwined as they rolled over and over, each trying to gain an advantage. The pair were now totally naked, their hands slipping off each other's rain soaked bodies, with a sudden hard push, Paula managed to roll the blonde on to her back; she tried to wriggle away but the ground was now so slippery, she couldn't move. Seeing her chance, Paula slithered on top of her trapped opponent and began to grind their pussies together, making the blonde cry out. "OH MY GOD...NO NO...OHHHHH FFFFUCK PAULA!" "Oh yeah, just like old times heh Sas?" the brunette laughed as another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky followed by loud a crack of thunder. "OH NO PLEASE...PLEASE DON'T...I...AAAAAHHHH!" "Come on Saskia!" Paula scowled thrusting harder, "I was the better girl then, and I'm the better woman now, give it up bitch!" "NO...NO...FUCK YOU BITCH!" the blonde shrieked, grabbing Paula's wrists and pushing back for all she was worth. The two old rivals thrust their bodies hard together, each determined to break their opponent, their eyes firmly fixed on each other looking for the first sign of weakness, after a while it was clear to Paula that Saskia was beginning to loosen her grip, her mewls and groans getting louder and her breathing quicker; the brunette smiled broadly as she pushed her weakening opponent ever closer the edge. A Perfect Storm: Paula vs Saskia "That's it, come on baby, come on," she said softly, reaching down and gently twisting the blonde's left nipple. "Ohhhhh...ffuck...Paula, please pleeease!" "Come on Saskia, that's it, come for me!" "AAAAAHHHH OH FUCK NO...OH PAULA...YEEEAAH OH FUCK YEEEEAAH!" The blonde screamed and arched her back as the shattering orgasm seared through her making her claw at the mud, as her body went limp, Paula gently stroked her rain drenched forehead. "That's it, good girl," the brunette smiled kissing her softly on the lips, "come on let's go back inside." Paula got up and started to pick up the clothes, she had almost finished when Saskia grabbed her legs and pulled her back down to the ground. "What the fu-" "You fucking bitch!" the blonde hissed, "get back here we're not done yet!" Launching herself at Paula she sent her sprawling on to her back; straddling her, she then spread her legs and slipped her fingers into the soft warm flesh of her pussy. "Ohhhh.....fuckin hell!" the brunette groaned her legs thrashing round in the mud. "Oh yeah! Is that nice Paula?" Saskia laughed as she worked her thumb against Paula's hardening clit. "Oh my God...Oh my God Saskia....ffffuck!" "Oh yeah, fuckin' take it bitch!" Saskia growled, "you might have started this but I'm gonna make damn sure I finish it, we'll soon see who the better woman is!" "OHHHHHHH.......FUCK.....FFFFUCK NO!" It was now almost dark, only the occasional flash of lightning broke into the gloom providing any potential voyeur only the briefest snapshot of the vicious struggle. Paula gasped and moaned in ecstasy as she tried in vain to wriggle free from Saskia's expertly probing fingers. "OH FUCK....SASKIA.....SASKIA NO......NO PLEEEASE!" "I've got you now, come bitch!" "NO...NO...FUCK YOU!" Paula shrieked, desperately trying to hold on. "Come......you fucking pushover!" "AAAAAHHHH......AAAAAAAHHHH.....AAAAAAAAHHHH FFFFFFFUUUUCK!" Paula's head began to swim as the climax rippled through her body, her senses reeling as wave after wave of euphoria washed over, almost making her pass out. Amongst the noise of the rain and the cracks of thunder, she could hear her opponent goading her, but couldn't make out what she was saying. "Oh yeah, fuckin scream bitch!" Saskia laughed, licking her fingers. Paula fell back exhausted, the intensity of the orgasm sapping all the strength out of her, gradually getting back up to her knees she looked over at the blonde; the rain cascading down her naked body. The pair glared at each other as the garden was lit up by another flash of lightning followed by a loud crack of thunder, Saskia felt sure she could finish her old adversary off and settle the argument between them once and for all. "Had enough yet?" the blonde asked. "No no," Paula gasped still trying to get her breath back, "We keep going until one of us submits, and it isn't going to be me bitch!" "Oh really?" Saskia laughed, leaping on her weakened foe and spreading her legs. "Oh shit!" the brunette groaned, falling on to her back as she tried to fend off her emboldened opponent. Paula tried desperately to stop Saskia slipping between her legs, but failed miserably. The blonde hooked her leg and began to trib her, gently at first but gradually getting harder. "Ohhh...ohhh...Jesus!" "Yeah, you like that bitch?" the blonde smiled, listening to Paula's groans and whimpers, she pushed harder, sensing she was probably close to breaking her. "Aaaaahhhh...fffuuuck...no...no!" Paula closed her eyes and pushed back, steeling herself she grabbed hold of the blonde's wrists, making sure she couldn't break free 'there's no way I'll let you win' she thought gripping hard to her wrists and thrusting. "Come on Saskia, is that all you've got?" "Uuuuhhh...fffuuck...you Paula!" Saskia gasped, feeling her clit starting to throb and her pussy getting wetter. "You're slipping, I can feel it." "No...no...ohhhhhh...no fuck no...no!" Still holding on to her wrists, Paula slowly rolled the blonde on to her back and began to thrust down on her rock hard clit. "Ohhhhh.....God no....no...aaaaahhhh!" "Oh yeah, there we go, is that nice?" Paula smiled, thrusting harder. "Ohhhh....yes...yes....Paula...oh God that's so good!" "Come on say it, say I'm the better woman!" "NO.....NO NO NO OHHHHH......FFFFUUUCK!" "SAY IT BITCH!" "OHHHHHHH GOD...OKAY...OKAY...YEEEESSS!" "Yes what?" "YOU'RE THE BETTER WOMAN...OKAY...OKAY...OH GOD YEEEEAAAAAHHH!" Saskia's body bucked and writhed underneath her victorious opponent, the orgasm knocked any fight left completely out of her; feeling herself sinking back into the mud as her body went limp, the blonde wept as she realised she had been broken, too weak to carry on. "That's it baby, it's over," Paula whispered, kissing the defeated blonde softly on the lips. Saskia nodded as Paula helped her back up to her feet, her legs barely able to hold her up. "Come let's get inside," said Paula, slowly walking her beaten opponent towards the patio doors, the rain was still lashing down as the pair made their way back into the house. Paula sat the blonde down at the kitchen table, still not quite recovered; she slumped forward, letting out an exhausted groan. "Would you like a drink?" the brunette asked, gently stroking Saskia's hair. "Brandy," she whispered nodding, "On the shelf over there, with ice please." "Okay, I think I'll join you I need something after that little tussle," Paula smiled. She made the drinks and handed Saskia her glass, the blonde took it and smirked lazily at her. "Well here's to you Paula, well done," she said sarcastically and knocked back the drink, slamming the glass down on the table. "Come on Saskia that was why you brought me back here wasn't it, because you wanted to find out once and for all?" "I'm not really sure why I brought you back here, but if it was for that I'd rather it hadn't happened in my fucking back garden!" "But you started it." Paula said, bemused. "No I didn't." "Yes you did." "No I didn't." "Yes you did, you threw me on to the table and tore my dress open." "That was after you pinned me against the door and stuck your tongue down my throat!" "That doesn't count," the brunette laughed. "Oh fuck off Paula, what do you mean it doesn't count? You goaded me into that fight!" "Well if I did it didn't take much, you always were easy to wind up." "God, I'd almost forgotten how fucking annoying you are, you always could get right on my tits!" the blonde ranted. "Mmm, and I usually did once I got you on your back." Paula smiled. "Piss off," she sighed, a warm smile spreading across her face as she looked at her old rival. "Well I don't know what the hell I'm going to wear tomorrow now," the brunette shrugged. "Ha, your face was a picture, oh you bitch my dress!" Saskia mimicked, sniggering to herself. "Bitch." "Don't worry, I'll lend you something to go home in, come on let's go and have a shower." "Okay, come on then," Paula smiled. The pair made their way upstairs and into the bathroom, Saskia turned on the shower and smiled. "After you dear," she said, gesturing to Paula. She stepped in under the shower closely followed by the blonde; Saskia picked up the shower gel and squeezed the bottle on to Paula's pert breasts, smothering it over them and down her midriff towards her pussy. The brunette moaned lustfully as she felt Saskia's fingers slide over her brazillian and gently start to stroke her. "Oh God...yes!" Paula gasped, pulling the blonde to her and kissing her. The two women kissed passionately as Saskia slipped her fingers deeper into Paula's dripping snatch. "Ohhhhh......fuck....Saskia!" She slowly kissed her way down Paula's body until she reached her mound, gently sliding her tongue over her pulsating clit. "Ohhhhh......fuckin hell.....yes....YEEEESSSS!" the brunette wailed, opening her legs wider and grabbing the back of Saskia's head trying to push her eager tongue deeper into her. The blonde sucked and nibbled gently at Paula's throbbing clit sending shockwaves surging through her body. "Ohhhh....fffuuck Saskia....go deeper.....please!" Saskia slowly pushed her tongue deep into her pussy making the brunette cry out wantonly. "Oh God yes fuck me....fuck me with your tongue!" She began to slide her tongue in and out, slowly at first then gradually getting faster. "Yess.....yeeeessss.....fuck me.....FUCK ME!" Paula closed her eyes as she felt the climax building within her, feeling the muscles starting to spasm, Saskia thrust harder sending the brunette into blissful release. "OHHHHH.....FFFUUUUCK.....SASKIA.....YES.....YES.....YEEEEEAAAAAAHH!" The orgasm raged through her body making her legs give way; letting out an ecstatic groan, she slid down the wall, her beautiful green eyes fixed lovingly on the blonde. "Oh God Saskia that was gorgeous," she gasped, "take me to bed......please!" "Okay, come on then." the blonde smiled, helping her out of the shower and almost dragging her along the landing. Once in the bedroom Saskia threw her old rival back on to the bed; pouncing on top of her she kissed the brunette feverishly, her tongue plunging deep into her hot wanton mouth, making her groan and mewl lustfully. She then began to kiss down her neck slowly making her way down to her pert tits. Paula gasped as the blonde sucked gently on her rock hard nipple, the sensation coursing through her body, her pussy getting wetter. "Oh God.....Saskia yes....suck it!" Saskia sucked harder, taking the other nipple between her fingers and twisting it. "Ohhhh.....fffuuck....yeah!" the brunette wailed clawing at the satin sheets. The blonde gave it a gentle bite before kissing down slowly towards Paula's soaked pussy. "No no," Paula whispered, " turn round, do it the other way." "Okay," Saskia replied softly, moving round on top into the sixty nine position. The two women slowly licked and kissed each other's sopping wet cunts, their gasps and moans getting louder as they gently flicked their tongues over the other's hardened clit. Paula then pushed her tongue deep inside the blonde making her throw her head back and cry out with pleasure. "Oh God Paula yes that's it...that's...oh...fffuckin hell!" The brunette worked her tongue in and out faster, occasionally gliding it slowly over Saskia's tingling clit. "OHHHHH....PAULA.....PAULA OH FUCK DONT STOP.....OH GOD I'M COMI.....AAAAHHH......AAAAAAHHHH.....AAAAAHHHHHH!" The blonde screamed and dug her fingers into the mattress as the warm torrent surged out of her onto Paula's face; she eagerly swallowed the sweet cum as it trickled into her open mouth. As the last waves of the shattering climax left her, Saskia fell forward exhausted, her body totally spent. The pair lay motionless for a moment, listening to the rain falling against the window. Eventually Saskia got up off the bed, drew the curtains and switched on the bedside lamps. Paula got up on to her knees and looked around the room, the walls were a deep shade of red, the bed had black satin sheets and a brass bedstead. On the bedside tables there were two art deco style lamps. "Nice," the brunette said smiling, "very stylish." "Thank you," Saskia replied kneeling on the bed next to her planting a kiss on her lips. "Come on then, where's the toy box?" "What toy box?" "Oh come off it Sas, you know what I mean, you've got nice big double bed, you're not telling me you sleep alone all the time, I'll bet you've done plenty of entertaining in here, if you get my drift," Paula smirked. "You cheeky cow!" the blonde huffed, "As if I'd tell you!" Paula smiled at her playfully and folded her arms. "Oh for fuck sake, left hand table second drawer down," she said shaking her head. "Oooohhh let's see what's in here then," Paula laughed, gleefully rubbing her hands together and getting up off the bed. Opening the drawer Paula found a quite an extensive collection of sex toys, dildos, vibrators, butt plugs and a whip, there was also a couple of pairs of handcuffs. "My my, those long winter nights must just fly by," she smiled, dangling a large strap on dildo. "If you're trying to embarrass me Paula, it's not working." "Yes it is," she smirked, slipping into the harness and tightening it. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing?" The brunette said kneeling on the bed, pushing Saskia on to her back and kissing her. The blonde mewled wantonly as Paula kissed all over her body, the expectation making the tingling sensation in her stomach almost unbearable, she wriggled free from Paula's grasp and knelt on all fours. "Just do it...please," she whispered. "Okay," Paula replied softly. She looked down and gently slipped her fingers into Saskia's dripping pussy, slowly working them in and out and rubbing her thumb over her hard clit. "Oh my God.....yes....go on...do it!" the blonde moaned, pushing back onto Paula's fingers. She gently eased her fingers out and gripped the marbled shaft of the strap on, getting herself into a comfortable position she slowly moved the tip around the soaked lips. "No don't tease me......please!" Saskia gasped pushing back harder still. "Shhh, okay baby," the brunette whispered, easing the tip into her. "Ohhhhh....God yeeeaaahhh!" She slowly pushed the whole eight inches into her dripping snatch; the blonde gave out long lustful groan as she worked herself back and forth on the tool. "Yes....yes....Paula...give it to me!" The brunette began to slowly thrust into her, making her bury her head in the pillows and grip the bedstead. "Harder....harder Paula....please!" she begged, her voice muffled. Paula plunged the tool deep into her with a sudden hard thrust, the blonde throwing her head back and screaming with ecstasy. "OHHHHH.......YEEEEAAAAAHHHH......FUCK ME......FUCK MMEEEEEE!" The brunette gripped Saskia's thighs and began to slam hard into the blonde. "You like that......you like that baby?" "YES.......YEEEEESSSSS........HARDER........OH FFFFFFFUUUUCK!" Paula gently slid her hands over Saskia's ass cheeks and parted them; her gaze fell on her cute little puckered asshole. Spitting onto the rosebud, she softly massaged it with her thumb. "OHHHHHH MY GOD.......YEEEESSSSS.......PUSH IT IN.......PLEEEEAAAASE!" As she thrust the dildo harder and faster into the blonde, she slowly worked her thumb into her wet asshole, gently wiggling it as she slipped it in and out. "OOOOOOHHHHH....YEEAH....YEAAAHH....OH GOD!" "You like that baby?" "OHHHH....GOD......YES.....YESSS....HARDER.....HARDER!" Saskia wailed slamming her fists into the pillows, within seconds her body tensed and she dug her fingers in as the climax exploded deep within her; her legs buckling as she screamed in sheer ecstasy. "AAAAAAAHHHHHH......GOD.....PAULA......YYYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!" Totally spent, the blonde fell forward gasping and moaning as the last of the joyous feeling left her; Paula gently rolled her onto her back and kissed her softly... "You okay baby?" "Oh God that was beautiful," the blonde whispered, pulling Paula on top of her. She gently brushed her hand down Saskia's face, her lust filled grey eyes looking up at her. "Make love to me.....pleeease," she begged, pulling the brunette to her and kissing her. Paula softly kissed and nuzzled her neck as she gently eased the dildo into her once more, making her mewl and whimper. She began to thrust slowly, the base of the tool rubbing against her rapidly swelling clit; Saskia wrapped her legs around her gripping her tightly round the midriff. The blonde gasped as Paula began to thrust deeper into her; her lustful groans getting louder. "Oh yesss......yeeesss Paula!" she groaned, dragging her nails down the brunette's back. "Ow baby, not so hard," Paula whispered, kissing her neck. "Sorry......sorry...it just feels so good!" The brunette thrust harder and harder, unable to ignore the amazing feeling rubbing her clit any longer; she was desperate for release. Saskia clawed wildly at her back as the two women pushed each other ever closer to the explosive conclusion. "OH PAULA......PAULA......YEEEESSSSS....I'M COMING......I'M COMING OHHHHH GOD!" As the blonde succumbed, Paula could no longer hold on, the climax tore through her, making her dig her fingers into Saskia's thighs. "OHHHHHHH...FFFFUUUCCKIN HELL!" The two women lay on the bed exhausted, their bodies drenched in sweat, the smell of spent lust hung heavy in the room. Paula unfastened the harness, dropped the dildo over the edge of the bed and cuddled into the blonde. "Turn the lights out," she muttered. Paula reached over and turned them off, snuggling back behind Saskia, she gently kissed the back of her neck. "What happens now?" the blonde asked. "I don't know, let's talk in the morning," she said softly, holding her close. "Okay"............ Thanks for reading.