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Amy and the Sox

By: hockeydude



Amy and I work together. She is the hottest girl I know. No porn start look, a true girl next door beauty. I have as big a crush on her as I have ever had on anyone, even my wife. The thought of her makes my heart skip a beat, and my cock go hard.

Amy is about 5"7" tall, slender, but not bony. Her curves so perfect. They sure did break the mold after the made her. She dresses like a woman, but doesn't act prissy or high maintenance. 

Last week we went to a local business group dinner meeting to represent our company. We went in separate cars, we are after all if marriages with other people. Amy doesn't know of my crush or so I thought. I arrived first and found a good table with some other folks we knew, and what looked like a good place to watch the goings on.

I waited patiently for Amy to arrive. I couldn't wait for her to get there. What would she wear? When she arrived, I walked over to the door to meet her and walk her over to the table I had already found. She touched me on the side of the arm drawing me closer to her. She had this way of touching your arm or what ever while she talked to you, she had no idea that touch was like electricity to me. I leaned in and she told me something funny she had just watched with the people walking in behind her. We laughed all the time. Amy wore a nice black dress, and heals. Simple, just like her, yet elegant, and sexy. Her dress had a slit on the side where I sat, so I was going to be tortured all night with her legs. I was about the burst by the end of the night. Her hand touching me all night on my arm, shoulder, leg was just too much. My mind had wandered up her leg more than once past where you could see with the slit in her skirt. Does she go thong or commando? Having checked her ass out more than a million times in the past I know there are never any panty lines, ever... 

An account of mine got tickets to a Red Sox's playoff game and Amy is a huge Red Sox fan. My wife couldn't care less about baseball so she said to invite Amy. What a mistake that was in hindsight, but it looked harmless, two married co-workers going with other work related people to a baseball game... Happens all the time.

We drove into Boston in my car, I picked Amy up at her house. This was the dream date for me, I picked my favorite outfit, washed the car, the whole bit. It is about 1 ½ hours into Boston. Amy and I talked about a million things. She had worn a shirt that showed just a smidge of midriff, and I watched that sliver of skin more than the road. Her lovely talent of touching you while talking wasn't overlooked during the drive, and my leg was easier to reach than my arm. How could she miss the fact that my cock had been at half mast for the last 60 miles? Being both married, she was probably not even thinking about it...

At the game we meet up with our account and found our seats. Nice, close to 1st. base, great. Throughout the night her leg was pressed against mine, and she was leaning into my seat (turns out she thought the guy on her other side to be a bit freaky) All of this contact was to much for me. Mentally I had pulled all of her clothes off a few times right there in the stands. A beach ball came our way, and my mind goes to what would that rocking body look like in a bikini? Amy jumped out of her seat to punch the ball back into the air, and lost her balance coming back down. Her hand landed just inches from my rock hard cock. That could have been hard to explain. "Well... I just mentally undressed you into this nice black bikini..." Sure, she would be cool with that, NOT!

The Sox's took the lead and she high 5'd me. As our hand connected, I could have sworn she was trying to hold my hand after. Soon afterwards she leaned into me with her arm around me. She told me about her thoughts on the freaky guy next to her. I suggested it was our turn to get beers for everyone and we could fill up and switch seats on our return. As we headed up the stairs to the concession stand, she grabbed my hand, pulled me tight and thanked my for saving her from the freaky guy. I must have creamed my pants right then. Here was my dream chick holding my hand, and thanking me for a chivalrous act. When we returned to our seats, Amy whispered "thanks" in my ear. Her hair is like heaven, soft, and each strand charging electricity through my face. My now I can't concentrate on the game. 

A win in tonight's game sends the Sox's to the World Series. A win tonight is going to get me laid by my dream date. I didn't know that then. 

The game is a nail bighter, what else could be expected? We have only a 1 run lead at the end of the 8th, and everyone standing. A lifetime of waiting is holding on 3 more outs. The game finally ends with a 1 2 3 pitch strike out. Amy goes wild and jumps on me. Her legs wrap around my waist and her arms around my shoulders. She kissed me... Holy cow, she just kissed me. She was so excited she was screaming, like everyone. My mind couldn't processes all the information right now. The Sox's are going to the World Series, and Amy is wrapped around me and just planed a smooch on my lips! Amy jumped off of me, but kept her arm around me. She was so excited, she was jumping up and down. She pulled me down so I could hear her. "Hey you want to stay in Boston tonight? I am a bit tired and don't feel like going all the way home tonight, it is so late" More over load, was she really tired, was she making a pass at me? "Sure, that would be cool!" We said goodbye and thank you to our customer for the tickets and made our way to the car. If I had any question on Amy's intentions, her holding my hand as we walked to the car was pretty clear. I gave up trying to hide my hard on which was now ragging!

We both called our spouses and made up stories about what we were going to be doing, and both got complete blessings for our alleged stories. 

As I closed my cell from calling my wife, I pulled Amy to me leaned against my car and started to kiss her. She reached for my cock through my jeans and said "let's get that room so I can play with my own bat and balls" This girl next door was turning into the sex kitten next door.

No sooner had we closed the door to our room than Amy jumped on my like at the game. She told me she didn't get to finish what she had stated since we had the account there. We made out for what seemed like hours. I reached under her shirt for her heavenly breasts. Full, firm, but not to large. Her nipples stood at attention, hard as rocks. I moved from her right to her left breast and felt a ring on her left nipple. My girl next door is such a babe. As I pulled her shirt over her head, she looked down at her breasts and smiled as she looked at her left nipple. "Bet you never imagined that. I have watched you stare at them since we met. I just chose to pretend to not notice. But tonight I am throwing caution to the wind. I told myself I would fuck you if the Red Sox made the World Series. Well they did, so I need to make good on my promise to myself. Who would have imagined this? I thought it would be safe, as a dire hard Sox fan I always wanted to them go all the way, but never expected it." I had to suck on her nipples right then. That piercing was to cool. 

She pulled way "Now let me show you what you have been wondering about. She removed her bra, boots, socks, belt... this was torture, she was removing each piece so slowly. Finally she started to unbutton her pants, and undo her zipper. She turned around and started to pull her pants down. Her ass was more wonderful than ever imagined. As she stepped out of her pants she turned around, and I got my first look at the hottest babe in the world. As she threw her pants at me, she said "commando, in case you were wondering, always. You can always keep staring, looking for lines in the future if you want though. I feel sexy with you checking out my ass." I keep staring at her. Her curves naked were twice as hot as clothed. Her snatch was perfectly bare, her toe nails painted the same red as her fingers. Her breasts would pass the pencil test 10 times over, and had pale pink areola's about ½ dollar sized. Her breasts had to be C cup in size.

"Now for you. Here I am naked and all turned on, wet and ready for you and you are standing there in all your clothes." She ran a finger up her bare snatch and placed it to my lips. Honey of the gods. I couldn't speak. She pulled my shirt over my head, and pushed me onto the bed. Undoing my belt she proceeded to take my pants, boxes, socks, and shoes all in one pull. A master at this, the pile fell to the floor a few seconds later, as her mouth fell to my cock. She licked the cum that had leaked out so far. She then took my cock in her hands and held it like a baseball bat. "How do I look? Do I stand a chance?" "In getting laid, oh yeah, it a major league contract, you might have to show the owner your hot rack and point out that you prefer to go commando" She moved on top of me, lining up her shaved, wet snatch with my cock. "Well let's see if you would be my agent" she said as she slid down on my cock, letting the whole length slide into her tight snatch. 

About a ½ hour later, there were no sheets left on the bed, both of us had come in ways we hadn't imagined possible, tried new positions, and made positions up. Amy lay there with Goosebumps all over her body, her skin so smooth otherwise. I kissed her on her nipple ring and said I was going to get a shower. A few minutes later as I leaned back into the shower and Amy joined me. It was a nice two person shower, with plenty of room for games. She bent over and leaned into the built in seat, spread her legs and demanded that I get my cock into her right away. After she came again, she told me to have a seat and proceeded to give me a blow job. Claiming I needed to get cleaned up she sucked, and licked my entire cock, and balls. I had fully exhausted any cum supply I might have had already in the night otherwise Amy would have gotten to taste my cum which she said she desperately needed to taste right then.

We put the bed together well enough to sleep and fell asleep in each others arms. Amy said that we were going to be fuck buddies from now on and I better be prepared for what that means. 

In the morning Amy woke me by starting to suck on my cock. She said she hadn't gotten that cum she needed last night. She got what she wanted shortly after she had moved into a 69 position on top of me. Her snatch was heaven. I licked, sucked, blew, caressed her snatch until she clamped her legs around my head. We decided we better get going and head home.

The Red Sox are in the World Series, and Amy is fucking me every chance we get. Life is good. Go Sox.

Amy & the Stranger



When Amy came home after her finals at the University of High Tech she was totally unaware of the man who at that very moment was lurking in her bedroom closet. Amy sighed and tossed her car keys upon the bureau near the door. She then started off for the bathroom in her bedroom, peeling off her clothes as she went. First she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. The material gave way under her fingers exposing creamy, supple, young breasts. Those sweet mounds swelling enticingly against the red fabric of her bra. Pert nipples poking forth wantonly. 

After entering her bedroom Amy bent forward slightly, her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her skirt. Her deliciously round bottom began to wiggle as she worked the fine material down the svelte line of her hips, she kicked off her shoes as she allowed the skirt to trickled down her lean tapered legs, pooling about her feet. Now clad only in her fire engine red bra and skimpy red panties. Amy slithered out of her panties, casting them upon the floor before unhooking her bra and allowing those succulent, twin orbs of flesh their freedom. A vision to behold, Amy in all her nakedness. 

Amy's unnoticed guest peered from between the slates in the closet door. His right hand wafted down to rub at the growing bulge in his pants while stifling a moan with his left fist, as he watched Amy's young body slowly exposed to his gaze. He wanted her, and he was going to have her, no doubt…no doubt at all. Soon that nimble body would be writhing beneath his, her rosy, pouty lips would be begging for more as he took her and she would love it.

Amy then stepped into the bathroom and with a bare foot eased the door over, but not closed. Soon water could be heard running in the bathroom, steam curled out through the crack in the door. The closet lurker caught another glimpse of succulent naked flesh as Amy stepped by the door and into the tub, sinking deeply within the hot soothing water. It was then that he decided to make his move, slipping silently from within the closet. He crept closer to the bathroom, then paused. Her scarlet panties lay on the floor at his feet beckoning, the temptation to great to pass by. He bent to retrieve them. Straightening slowly, his hand pressed the slightly moist and musky scented panties to his nose. He inhaled deeply as he fought to stifle another moan. His cock giving a mighty jerk in his pants as he could feel the Pre-cum oozing from the slit in the head. Soon, he thought to himself, very soon. 

He pocketed the panties, wanting a momento. Amy began to sing softly in the tub, still unaware that she was not alone. The man decided to wait until she emerged from the bathroom, for it was small enclosure and didn't offer much room if Amy put up a fight, and he was sure she would. Soon Amy stepped from the bathroom wrapped in nothing more then a towel, her hair hung in damp ringlets around her freshly cleaned face. She appeared so innocent, yet so ravishingly exquisite. He struck swiftly from behind as she walked into her bedroom, his grip like steel around her waist, the other hand clamped over her mouth as he pulled her back hard against his body. He could feel the delectable contour of her sweet, tight ass pressing in against his loins. He fought himself but briefly for control and then spoke. His words were low and calm, slightly muffled, yet they terrified her.

"Don’t scream and just do as I say and you won’t be hurt. Do you understand?" Amy nodded slowly, her eyes wide, wild with fear. "Good" He said as he lowered his hand from her mouth, his arm still around her waist as he nudged her forward toward the bed from behind. 

Amy stuttered, "W-what do you want?" He laughed evilly, "I think you know exactly what I want." 

His voice gravely, hushed as it brushed across her ear. "Now I want you to close your eyes Amy, and remember, no screaming" He knew her name! Amy closed her eyes, feeling she had no other choice as she bit her bottom lip, trembling now visibly. He lost no time in blindfolding her, and then staking her out on the bed. Her wrists secured to the bed posts as were her ankles, the ties firm, allowing no escape. He had used her own panty hose as the binds. 

Amy whimpered, "Please, please just let me go?" 

"After we are through I will" Again that muffled voice. He checked and rechecked the knots holding her helpless, spread eagle upon her own bed and then smiled to himself as he leisurely peeled off the towel that encased that luscious body. It was like unwrapping a gift, and what a gift she was, so firm, so young. Her skin like satin, she was an absolutely stunning creature. Amy began to cry softly from beneath the blindfold even as she fought the ties that held her. 

"No please, don’t touch me!" If he heard her pleas, he gave no sign, for the next thing Amy felt were his finger tips, playing up the insides of her thighs. She gasped loudly, for then his mouth captured a nipple, suckling tenderly. His mouth hot, seemingly searing her flesh. His finger tips began to teasingly stroke her outer pussy lips, deftly tracing up and down, so very slowly. She couldn't help it, so many pleasurable sensations at once. She began to squirm and moan. He lifted his mouth only for a second, only to murmur,

"That's it baby, just relax and enjoy". His tongue slithered forth to tickle at her nipple, coaxing it to harden all the more for him. His fingers parted her pink petals, exposing moist tender flesh. His finger tip honed in on her little clit as it circled and flicked at the now swelling nub. 

Amy's moaning increased. "nooooo oh no please" Though her words cried for him to stop, her body told another story entirely. She grew wetter under his fingers attentions, he knew this well as he began to slide two fingers within her steamy cunt. The way slickened by her own sweet juices. His fingers now deep within her tight tunnel, so hot as it seemingly sucked at his fingers. He started to finger fuck her deliberately, taking his time while his thumb still brushing across her clit. He licked and suckled at her breasts as she undulated upon the bed, gasping and panting. His front teeth captured a nipple and drew back on it pulling it taut, then releasing it amidst a soft popping sound. Amy made a small animalistic cry. 

"Mmmm yes baby, that's right. Good isn't it? Hmmm? You like that don’t you baby?" He finger fucked her faster now, accompanied by the wet sounds her pussy made as he toyed with her. Her little clit began to tremble beneath his thumb. He then moved his mouth down between her thighs, and began to lap at her sweet slit like a big dog. He growled and slurped, "Oh yes, baby. Sweet as nectar. Mmmmmm That's it baby...give it to me. I want it all!" 

Amy's back arched as she wildly fought the binds, her entire body tensing as her thighs quivered, and she ground her pussy into his face even as she shouted, "No! ooh god, no! Please! Stop, no!" But he wouldn't, his tongue incessant as it teased and licked, his mouth buried in her cunnie as he ate her sweet pussy, loving the warmth, the musky odor, the delicious taste, it drove him wild! So close now, she couldn't deny what she felt, what he forced her to experience as he took her higher and higher. "Please!" She screamed, though she herself was unsure whether she was begging him to stop or to NOT stop. 

He seemed to know better then she as he captured her clit and started to suck upon it as if it were a small penis. Amy screamed loudly as he pushed her over that edge and down into the arms of delicious release. While she came he licked up every drop of her creamy cum. His tongue digging for more up in her hot tunnel as she almost sobbed from the intensity of her orgasm. Gently now, softly, he brought her down as she cried, licking tenderly at her quivering folds. He then kissed his way back up her belly, across her rosy breasts, up the long, slender line of her throat, to her lips. Kissing her deeply she tasted her own cum upon his warm lips. 

Familiar lips! 

"Jim!?" A soft laugh sounded as Jim, Amy's long time boyfriend, pulled her blindfold off and smiled at her gently. His hand caressing her face. Jim knew this had been long time fantasy of Amy's, and wanting to fulfill it for her, he knew he had to make her think she really was helpless at the hands of a stranger. "Oh Jim! I don’t know whether to hug you or kill you!" Amy laughed with relief. "I'm sure we can think of some way for you to repay me, baby," Jim winked. 

copyright 2000



Amy & The Stranger



It was Thursday night and Amy was alone as she was on most Thursday nights. Thursday was the night that her husband Tom played poker. Amy did not approve of Tom’s gambling, but he assured her that it was a small game and nothing big was ever won or lost. Amy had never met any of Tom’s buddies, and had no wish to because she knew they were day labor workers who worked at Tom’s company. Why he wanted to hang around with crack heads, ex cons, and losers she would never know. Amy was a successful manager at an Insurance Company who had worked hard to get where she was and, at 35, had a reputation as a hard nosed, tight ass, no nonsense boss. 

Amy was dressed casually in jeans and a sweatshirt going over some reports when there was a knock at the door. Amy went to the peephole and saw a poorly dressed man of about 50 standing outside. "Yes" said Amy, without opening the door. 

"You don’t know me, but I am one of the guys that plays cards with Tom, and I have something to tell you." The man said. Amy opened the door and said, "Oh God, What is it? Is Tom all right?" The man said, "It might be better if I came inside. 

"Certainly," Amy said and let the man inside her Apartment. As Amy closed the door, the stranger admired her beauty. Amy was 5’7" tall, 112 pounds, with long red hair, green eyes, firm tits, and a nice ass. "What happened to Tom? Was he in an accident?" Amy asked. "No, nothing like that something happened, but I am sure Tom is going to be all right," the man said. The man reached out and touched Amy’s arm and she pulled it away as though she had been burned, "Something happened, what do you mean something happened! Damn, I knew something bad would happen if Tom hung around you people."

"You people?" the man said. "Nevermind, what happened to Tom," asked Amy. "No, I’d really like to know what you meant by that," the man said. Amy really looked at this man for the first time, he was shorter than her by at least an inch and not very good looking, with graying brown hair which looked like it had not been washed in a week. "Look," said Amy "Tom is Management, and you are …….well day labor. It is not good to mix the two. People should stay with their own class of people." The stranger smiled and said, "I see." Amy regretted that she had said anything, "Oh well it was too late now," she thought. Amy had no wish to continue a pointless conversation with this man. Amy was sorry she had let this man into her apartment and now she felt awkward and uncomfortable with him there. "Now tell me what happened to Tom." Said Amy. "Well, we were playing cards and Tom was losing. On the last hand he had no money left to call a 10-dollar bet so he threw your picture in the pot and said if he lost that whoever won could have a night with you. I won," said the man. Amy was outraged, "What? That is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard. Wait till I get my hands on that son of a bitch!! As for you, get out of here before I call the police." Amy turned to open the door and was suddenly grabbed from behind as the man put his hand over her mouth. Fear and anger filled Amy as she felt herself being pulled back. Amy tried to fight, but was unable to get her balance. Suddenly the stranger threw her face down on the couch , and she felt the air go out of her as he threw himself on her back. Amy started to scream, but suddenly felt her head jerked back and a gag shoved in her mouth before she could manage a good scream. "No need to disturb the neighbors now is there?" she heard the man say. Amy used all her strength as she tried to get this little man off her back. The stranger had Amy’s arms pinned to her sides with his, and he was surprisingly strong for a man his size. Amy suddenly shifted to her weight to her left and then back to the right, hoping to throw herself and her attacker on the floor. As she turned back to the right though, Amy was suddenly hit in the back of the head, and temporarily stunned. Amy now felt her arms roughly pulled behind her back, and her hands bound together behind her back. Panic and fear now filled Amy as she realized what was about to happen to her. The stranger brought Amy to her feet, and without a word, he unfastened her jeans. He then pushed her back on the couch and roughly removed her pants and panties. Amy couldn’t believe what was happening, Amy’s green eyes flared with anger at this lowlife who had gotten the best of her. Amy was use to being the one calling the shots and now she was bound and gagged and completely helpless. The stranger quickly tied Amy’s feet together with a piece of rope, then he stood back and admired his work. " Very cute little snatch you have there lady," the stranger said. Amy felt violated and embarrassed, as she sat with her head down, not wanting to make eye contact with this cretin. Amy felt tears well up in her eyes, but she held them back, she was not going to give this man the pleasure of seeing her cry. 

" I’ll be right back," he said, and went out her apartment door. Amy knew she had to do something before her attacker returned, but what? Amy rocked back and forth, and managed to rise up off the couch. She thought if she could get to the kitchen, she might find something to cut these bonds with. She hopped around her coffee table, but then she lost her balance, falling to the carpet with a thud. Stunned from the fall, Amy heard the front door open and close. "Shit," she thought,"shit shit shit!" The stranger got Amy to her feet and sat her back on the couch. "Now don’t you feel stupid," the stranger said. 

"Don’t worry, nothings going to happen that a sweet faced woman like you isn’t going to love," the stranger said as he touched her faced with the back of his hand. Amy turned her head away, but there was no place for her to go. The stranger gently turned Amy’s head back to him and said with a smile, " You think you’re better than me, that I am not in your class, well, maybe you wont feel so high and mighty when you have my dick in your mouth." Amy wanted to scream "NO," but all that came out was a muffled protest stopped by the gag in her mouth."

"You like sucking cocks?" the stranger asked. Amy shook her head violently back and forth, her red tresses flowing from side to side. "You’re very pretty," the man said. "You know how to make a pretty woman beautiful?" the stranger asked as he moved closer to her. "You stick a cock in her mouth," he said with a short laugh and a smile. Cupping her face in his hands, he whispered in her ear,"I am going to make you VERY beautiful tonight." This isn’t happening Amy thought, not to me, dear God not to me. Amy then noticed a canvas bag on the floor, and realized that must have been what the stranger went out to get. " You got spirit lady, I like that. I don’t want to break your spirit, but I will bend it a little bit." The smile was gone now, as he said, "let me spell it out for you bitch, we are going to have a little party and you are going to be the entertainment. When my cock is not in your sweet pussy or up your tight little ass, it is going to be in your mouth." Amy was filled with terror and fear as she imagined what lay ahead for her. The stranger now untied Amy’s hands, and removed her sweater and bra. Amy thrashed around uselessly as this man undressed her, but there was nothing she could do to stop him, and she knew it. The stranger reached in his bag and got a pair of handcuffs out, and dangled them in front of Amy and just smiled. "What the hell else does he have in that bag?" Amy wondered. The stranger used the cuffs to once again secure Amy’s hands behind her back, and then he untied her feet and raised her up off the couch. . The stranger looked deep into Amy’s eyes and said in a gentle voice, "I don’t want to hurt you lady, I’m not into that, but if I have to I will. I am going to tell you to do things, and you will do them or I will beat the hell out of you and then you are going to do them anyway, we can do this easy or rough, the choice is yours. Do you understand?" Amy just stared at the stranger, but was almost reassured by this statement. He really seemed like he did not want to hurt her, he was definitely in control, which she hated, but at least he was not crazy. She would make it through this, and eventually it would end as all things did. Suddenly he pulled her close and gently grabbed a handfull of her hair. " Do you understand," he said, with his face so close to hers she could smell his rancid breath. Amy nodded her head yes, as she knew she had no other choice. "Good," the stranger said, and released her and took a step back. " I am going to take the gag off now and you are not going to scream. Do you understand?" Once again Amy nodded her head. With the gag removed, Amy took a couple of deep breaths, and tried to clear her head. The stranger said nothing; he just stood there looking at her, giving her time to catch her breath. "It’s not to late," Amy finally said," Nothing has happened yet so you can leave now and I will not mention this to anyone." Amy kept her voice calm as she tried one more time to talk her way out of this situation. The stranger said," You know you really are very pretty," as he leaned in to kiss her luscious mouth. Amy turned her head away, but he roughly grabbed her hair and jerked her head back to him. Amy involuntarily opened her mouth, as he pressed his down on hers and rammed his tongue down her throat. Amy wanted to bit him, but she knew that would only anger him, so she just stood there limp, refusing to give him any satisfaction. "Fine," the stranger said with a smile, "Have it your way."The stranger got a cushion off a chair, placed it on the floor and told Amy to get down on her knees. Amy knew she had no choice, so she slowly knelt on the cushion. The stranger unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. Amy did not want to see this mans manhood, but since it was in her face she had little choice but to look. The man was not huge, but not small either; common and ordinary just like her attacker. " Suck my cock," was all the stranger said. Amy was ashamed and humiliated, and slowly started to sob. The stranger grabbed her head and rubbed his crotch over in her face. The smell of this mans crotch filled Amy’s nose, and she hated it. Amy said, "NO," or at least she tried to, but all that came out was "Nmm," because when she opened her mouth he quickly filled it with his cock. 

" That’s enough foreplay, lets get down to business," the stranger said. Amy was powerless as the stranger began to fuck her face. There was nothing sweet or tender about this, as he held her head in a vice like grip and rammed his cock in her mouth over and over. "You like that bitch, you like my cock in your mouth you redheaded little whore." After what seemed an eternity, with the stranger shouting obscenities as her fucked her face, Amy felt the stranger tense and knew he was about to cum. She tried to pull away one last time but it was no use, she knew she was going to have to take his load in her mouth. 

" Take it all you fucking bitch!, Take my load down that slutty little throat of yours." The stranger yelled. Amy felt her mouth fill with this mans cum, and she had no choice but to swallow it. She tasty his salty discharge as it flowed down her throat, and tried not to gag. Finally he withdrew from her mouth, and Amy spit what was left of him in her mouth on the floor. The stranger laughed, and said "Now that wasn’t so bad was it?" Amy tried to catch her breath and glared at the stranger with blazing eyes and said, "I hope you’re happy now."

" Yea" said the stranger, "I’m ecstatic. Throw in a fat guy and a tree, and it would be Christmas," he said with a laugh, as he removed his shirt and stepped out of his pants. "You know you really are a son of a bitch," Amy said. "I know," the stranger said, "and you are a stupid cunt that doesn’t know when to keep her mouth shut." The stranger reached into his bag and pulled out a ball gag, jerked Amy’s head back and filled her open mouth with the ball. The stranger, reaching under her hair, secured the gag in place. Amy, who was still on her knees, tried to rise, but was shoved back down roughly by the stranger. "Stay," the stranger said, commanding Amy as you would a dog. Amy hated this man and what he was doing to her. "How did this happen?" she thought, this is the sort of thing that happened to other women, careless women, stupid women, but not women like her. The stranger then tied her feet together, and tied a line between the cuffs, and her feet. Amy now was on her knees, with her chest jutting out in front of her. Amy glared at her attacker as he now tightly tied a line of rope around Amy’s breast, making them jut out even farther. The stranger then got on his knees, and took one tit in his mouth as he roughly massaged the other one, alternating between the two. Soon, he started slowly rubbing Amy’s clit and before long had 3 fingers in Amy’s now wet cunt. For the next 15 minutes the stranger massaged and kissed and sucked on Amy’s aching breasts, and cunt. Amy could feel herself getting worked up in spite of herself, and she hated her body for betraying her. Finally the stranger got up and silently went behind Amy and released her bound feet. The stranger then led Amy over to the couch and told her to kneel on the couch with her head facing the back of the couch. Amy reluctantly did as she was told, and quickly found her legs spread wide and secured to the front legs of the couch. The stranger then moved the couch out away from the wall, uncuffed Amy’s hands, and secured them to the back legs of the couch. Amy now felt the stranger once again feasting on her stretched pussy , and his rough worknmans hands squeezing the nipples of her still bound breasts. Amy felt the first wave of a climax coming over her and tried to resist it, but it was no use. Though she hated this man, she had to admit that he was good, very good indeed. Soon a crashing climax hit Amy, as the stranger made love to her with his mouth and tongue. Amy now felt the stranger slip his cock into her wet cunt and knew she was about to be raped, taken against her will by this animal. The stranger was gentle with Amy though, putting it in a little at a time, as he put his hands on her ass, and pushed her ass forward and back, until she finally felt his balls slapping against her ass. The stranger moved his cock up and down, right and left, finding all the hidden pleasure spots of Amy’s stretched pussy, and Amy soon relaxed and enjoyed what this man was doing to her. Amy had experienced larger cocks, but few which had made her feel this good, as he continued to move back and forth, side to side, faster and faster, and then slowing again to prolong his climax, but never stopping, always moving, going deeply into Amy’s waiting love hole. Amy experienced two more climaxes before she finally felt the stranger cum in her. Amy was now exhausted, and she had to admit, more satisfied by this stranger than she had ever been by any man. At least it’s over she thought, and I made it through undamaged. The stranger appeared in front of her with a glass of water and after removing the ball gag, held the glass as she drank. "Are you all right?" he asked. "Yes," said Amy. "Good, then get me hard again," he said as he moved in front of her face. "No, that’s enough" Amy said. "No it’s not," he said, and grabbed a handfull of hair and jerked it back forcing Amy to open her mouth, and once again Amy found her mouth filled with this mans cock, and this time his balls as well. This time the stranger was as gentle as he had been rough before. He stood motionless, and he ran his fingers gently through Amy’s long hair, and then slowly moved her head around, and around, until his shaft started getting hard again. He removed his balls from her mouth and then moved her head up and down his shaft for the next ten minutes massaging her scalp gently as he did so. Finally, the stranger withdrew his cock from her mouth, and moved in front of the couch, but not before first gagging Amy once again. Amy was prepared to feel him take her again, but nothing happened. Then Amy heard what sounded like the refrigerator door closing. A moment later she felt his hands on her ass again. This time he was rubbing something on her Ass, and in it with his fingers. Amy realized with a shock what was going on. The stranger had gotten a lubricant, probably butter, out of the refrigerator, and was now greasing her Ass with it. Amy was about to get that cock up her Ass. "Amy tried to raise up, but the stranger pushed her back down. Suddenly a searing pain shot through Amy as the stranger jammed his cock up her virgin Ass. Over and over he violated Amy’s Ass with his cock, and there was no gentleness or finesse this time, just rock hard fucking. He grabbed a handful of her hair, jerked her head back, and rode her like you would a horse, slapping her on the ass as he went faster and deeper in side her. After 5 excruciating minutes of this, the stranger withdrew and came to the back of the couch, where he removed the gag, and once again filled her mouth with his cock. Amy started moving head head up and down his shaft, this time with no help from the stranger. 

Amy was not enjoying this; she just wanted it to end as quickly as possible. She moved her head faster and faster up and down his shaft, and soon felt the stranger tense and knew she was about to receive another mouthful of his rancid semen, but just then the stranger pulled away, shooting his load right in her face. Amy let out an audible gasp as gob after gob of the strangers cum hit her in the face. Amy was now as ashamed and humiliated as she ever had been, she was sore, had been fucked in her face, pussy and ass, and now had this animals cum all over her face. Amy was filled with rage. She knew she should keep quiet, but could not help herself.

‘You really are a pathetic piece of shit, you know that! You are such a loser that the only way you can get a woman is to tie her up and take her against her will, and with that puny excuse you have for a dick, I am not surprised. I may be the one at a disadvantage now, but I will survive, and in the morning I will be all right, you will be a loser for the rest of your life." Amy said. The stranger just stared at Amy not saying a word, and then he walked around the couch again. Amy had no idea what was coming next, but she knew she wasn’t going to like it. Amy heard the refrigerator close again and she wondered what he had found to torture her with this time.

The stranger walked to the back of the couch holding a damp rag, a bottle of wine, two glasses and a pack of cigarettes. " You want to talk he said, fine we’ll talk," he said as he wiped off her face and untied her hands. He poured her a glass of wine, and offered her a cigarette, which she took. "First of all, I do not have a puny dick," the stranger said. " It is not a monster, but it is not small either. You seemed to be enjoying what I was doing with it judging from your orgasms, and I am sure you were glad it was not any bigger than it was when it was up your ass," He said. "Damn him," Amy thought she knew the smug son of a bitch was right. "As for not being able to get a woman, I do okay, and to be honest, you were not that good. Hell, I’ve had 2 dollar whores in Mexico that were better than you were," the stranger said. Amy screamed, "FUCK YOU!" and tried to throw her wine in his face, but the glass was empty. The stranger laughed and said, "I was only joking. Jeez lighten up a little, I was just getting back at you for that puny cock comment." He refilled Amy’s wine glass, and said, "You know you were right about one thing, I knew I was going to have to force you to have sex with me. When I saw that picture of you, I figured there was no way that a woman like you would want to have sex with someone like me. I see women like you everyday with your power suits, and your perfect make-up, and your structured planned lives. You never give guys like me a second glance though, we are invisible to you, you walk by afraid to make eye contact, we are not in your class," he said with a laugh. "It’s all show but no go with women like you, you are definitely a teaser and not a pleaser, and that is not what I want in a woman. I guess that means were not going to be boyfriend and girlfriend," he said with a smile. "Tomorrow you will go on with your life and I will go on with mine, so I guess all that leaves us is tonight," he said as he took her face in his hands and gently kissed her, no tongue this time just a long soft kiss. He kissed her again, slowly parting her lips with his tongue, and Amy involuntarily responded. He then pushed her hair back from her ear and slowly softly started nibbling on her ear. Amy’s ears were the most sensitive part of her body, even more so than her breasts. She felt a shiver run through her body as he continued blowing and kissing on her ear. "How?" Amy thought, "How can this man know how to push all the right buttons on me?" No, Amy thought, I don’t want this, not from him, and she pushed him away. The stranger said, "Your husband told me he accidentally found a vibrator in your drawer one day. What do you think about when you use that? Do you think about a man who is ravishing you? Someone you can’t tell what to do? Someone who won’t take no for an answer," the stranger said. Amy was silent, but "yes" she thought. She had fantasized about a strong man, who would not be denied, but it certainly wasn’t him, and it didn’t involve being raped. The stranger once again put the ball gag in Amy’s mouth, walked back to the front of the couch and put his arms around Amy cupping her breasts in his hands. He stood her straight up, and massaged her nipples with his hands as he kissed and played with her ears. Amy closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation, dizzy from the wine, she slowly felt herself losing her self-control. Amy was starting to really enjoy this, she didn’t know if it was because of the wine or that she was really starting to like this man. "No" she silently said, "it is the wine " She felt the strangers cock getting hard again as he moved back and forth against her backside. She knew she was about to get fucked again, the only question was where. The stranger did not fuck her though, instead he untied her feet, and taking her by the hair he led her to the bedroom as he said, "lets see if we can find that vibrator shall we?" Over the next 4 hours Amy was fucked and sucked, tied and retied in every position possible and a few that she did not think were possible. The stranger worked her over with his mouth, tongue, penis, and her own vibrator. 




Amy and The Swedish Coed



Amy was nervous; she asked herself, "What am I doing here?" If it hadn't been for the two glasses of wine and that nasty joint after work with Sherry, the office secretary, she would have taken another way home and she wouldn't be in this uncomfortable position, questioning herself. It was pretty cold out as she stood in line outside trying to look nonchalant and avoiding all eye contact with the people walking by.

She originally had plans to go to dinner with Sherry but it turned out that after Sherry bitched and complained about her boyfriend the whole time at the bar, he called wanting her to go to a concert right away at Madison Square Garden.

Of course, being the wimp that she is she complied and was off within five minutes, leaving Amy alone at the bar in the middle of the city on a Friday night.

"Sorry about this Amy but I know if you were in my position you would do the same thing," she calmly stated rushing to leave.

"Oh yea, definitely," Amy lied. 

Not that Amy minded that much, it wasn't like Sherry was great company or anything but she had planned on having a nice dinner, a glass of wine and then schlepping back to Collette's condo in SOHO and maybe doing some work before bed. Collette was the office manager for the company they worked for and she and Amy hit it off from the start of Amy's employment two years ago. In fact when Amy came in from Boston for the quarterly sales meetings she almost always stayed with Collette. Unfortunately, Collette's mom in California had an accident and she had fly out to be with her.

Amy wasn't used to being alone in the city: it felt strange. Collette and sometimes some of Collette's friends were her usual dinner companions but since she had to be with her mother in California Amy was on her own in the big city.

Collette enjoyed Amy's company and always insisted Amy stay with her during these sales meetings. Amy was a little nervous staying at Collette's alone but there was no way she wanted to pay the $300 a night a decent hotel was charging these days. Besides she promised Collette she would take care of her cat, Muffy while she was away. In that regard Amy felt like she really had no choice but to stay there.

With her little buzz from the wine and the couple of hits from Sherry's funny cigg earlier that night she was in a curious mood. She felt all dressed up with nowhere to go, free of husbands and kids and even friends. When The Midnight Rambler flashed through her mind she immediately and unequivocally ignored it. However with her buzz on, the more she tried to ignore it the more she could plainly see in her minds eye the tacky flashing neon sign. 

Amy could sometimes be impulsive and within seconds said to herself, "I'm going to do it."

She told herself that she was just curious and was going to check the place out and that it would be exciting and fun, nothing more, nothing less. When else would she have the chance to do something like this? Her 12 year marriage was rock solid but truth be told it was also rock boring. Amy also thought about her college days and how she worked all the time to get good grades but never left room for fun. Amy thought that college kids today were all about having fun and experimenting with everything life had to offer whether it be drugs, relationships, exotic drinks or even their sexuality. Nothing was off limits for these spoiled kids. Deep down, Amy knew she was envious of their carefree lifestyle.

Just because her sex life was barren she didn't want to be like some of the other wives she knew who were sleeping around and carrying on affairs behind their husband's back. But she also thought just because Norman wasn't interested in sex it didn't mean she also had no interest, further aggravating her was the fact she just read an article in Cosmo stating she was now entering her sexual prime. "Whoopee," she thought 

Amy ruled out right away going to a club or bar, as she didn't like the idea of men hitting on her. A compromise she worked out was to stop by the Midnight Rambler on the way back home to Colette's. Since she knew no one would recognize her she could go have a thrill and observe the crazy scene and then walk back to Collette's right around the corner. She told herself the fact it was a girl/girl bar had no real influence on her decision, she just wanted one more drink at a fun happening place without the annoyance of being set upon by a bunch of drunk oversexed men. 

'Oh God, I wished I had another joint," she thought to herself.

She had heard about this bar several months ago while dining in SOHO with Collette and her friends, Sarah and Lisa. Amy was distracted reading the menu when Lisa started complaining about how The Midnight Rambler, which she felt was once a great old fashioned New York City dive bar, had been taken over by a bunch of dykes from New York University.

Sarah, correcting her said, "Lisa, technically speaking from what I have heard it's more of a lipstick lesbian bar not a dyke bar."

Colette then chimed in with, "I think your both wrong because I overheard students from NYU talking last week waiting for the train and they said it's a place where NYU girls go to experiment with their lesbian until graduation phase, or their LUG phase!" 

"Actually you are all wrong," added the waitress, a perky brunette named Elisa who was quickly slamming drinks down on the table. "What I hear is happening is that the bar has become real popular with Connecticut and New Jersey housewives who come in during the weekend to live out their lesbian fantasies reliving the college days they never had, and let me tell ya, judging by the license plates on the cars it seems to be attracting a pretty good crowd.

At least it's a more upscale crowd. After work at night I use to have to dodge all the used rubbers along the sidewalk from all the customers doing the nasty in their cars."

In unison the three women let out "Eeeww gross, that's disgusting!"

Elisa continued, "Now I just have to avoid all the finger and dental dams on the sidewalk."

"OK, I just lost my appetite" Sarah responded.

They all had a good laugh. Amy's reaction was more of a surprised and quizzical one. She didn't get it and it was obvious to the others.

"Amy, you do know what finger and dental dam are used for don't you?" Sarah sarcastically commented. Sarah was always giving Amy a hard time. Amy couldn't figure out why but felt it had something to do with the fact Amy was by far the prettiest at the table and even at her age of 42 attracted lots of attention from the men when they went out. Sarah was still single at 36 and living in the city alone. Amy thought to herself that at his point Sarah had probably alienated every male in the city. 

Colette felt sorry for her friend and knew she lived a somewhat sheltered suburban life so came to her rescue, "You know Amy, when two woman have oral sex and they use a piece of latex to cover their... ahh well you know their privates."

Amy not wanting to seem ignorant said, "Oh yea, that's right, sorry guys I'm kind burnt out from work today, and my God this drink is making me dizzy, what's in it?" It was a nice effort to segue to another topic but it didn't fool anybody. They all knew Amy could be very naive. 

The conversation quickly turned to the next subject and the girls were now talking about the latest Desperate Housewives and how bad the season had been so far.

Amy however was thinking about The Midnight Rambler and wondering if the stories about the place were true. She thought to her self, "Do women really come from out of town to pick up these young college girls? Why would these girls be interested in older woman? Why are their so many housewives experimenting like this?" 

When she started visualizing what was going on inside the cars parked outside the Rambler she absentmindedly tipped over her glass of wine spilling some on Sarah.

"Aahh, you idiot, look what you just did, Oh man now I'm going to have to have this dry cleaned." Sarah yelled

"I am so sorry Sarah, here let me help you I can't believe it, I'm such a klutz sometimes," Amy said, helping put towels on the spill.

Sarah stormed off to the ladies room in high drama pouting and being as obnoxious as she could. Amy was genuinely sorry but also felt Sarah made way too big a deal of the situation. This night stood out for Amy but not for the spilled wine so much as for the talk of The Midnight Rambler.

Amy just recently had been going through some soul searching regarding her life. Having been married for 15 years and having brought up two wonderful kids with her husband Norman she has recently been finding her life less than fulfilling.

Norman, a trial attorney had lost interest in intimacy and sex a few years back. He wasn't a bad guy at all and Amy knew it was just as much her fault as it was his but still she nonetheless felt resentful. She wasn't sure at whom or at what but at the ripe old age of 42, she felt there should be more. What she was hearing from friends and from the television shows like Oprah was the exact opposite of her situation. Instead of being her peak sexual years filled with fun and experimentation they were becoming a dry windswept wasteland of frustration. 

Amy had always taken pride in her appearance and was very pretty. She enjoyed the attention of men and surprising to her an occasional woman. In college she could have dated almost anyone she wanted to and never lacked for male companionship. She was of Jewish/Israeli heritage and had an olive complexion with big brown eyes and thick jet-black hair. She did some modeling in college but didn't really like it so quite after she made enough to pay for her first car. She was always requested for the intimate apparel modeling or the swimsuit shoots as she had just about the perfect size body. 

She was attracted to Norman because he was in many ways her opposite. He was at the top of his Yale graduating class, plain looking but elegant and mild mannered. She also liked the fact her father approved of him, and not just because he was Jewish, which wasn't always an easy feat to accomplish. In what seemed like a flash a wedding date was set and her married life began. Thinking back on it Amy knew it was a hasty decision. Not that things were bad but she often thought about how things might have been. 

She joined a gym two years ago and worked out four times a week doing both cardio and free weights. This became her new hobby since the kids were in school all day. She looked younger than her 42 years with just a few lines just recently appearing around her mouth and eyes. Her height was 5'8" and she had an athletic build, nice bubble butt, shapely legs and a flat stomach. 

Her breasts were ample, a little more than a handful one of her boyfriends commented once. What really set them apart however were the dark meaty bulbous nipples. Amy was always somewhat embarrassed by them and she received quite a few inquisitive stares in the locker room of her gym but the men she dated found them extremely sexual and erotic, always mauling, squeezing and loudly sucking on them when making love. She remembered one boyfriend who made her keep her bra on during sex so he wouldn't cum so quickly. As he got toward his orgasm he would rip the bra off and orally maul her tits with the inevitable ejaculation following. Amy didn't mind this so much because as it turned out he had a nice thick 10" cock that sent her into multiple orgasms whenever they had sex. Unfortunately, he also had an IQ of 10 so he wasn't around for that long.

It was a freezing cold night now as she waited in line. She was curious and looked around at the other people in line trying not to stare. There were two college age girls in front of her, a pretty blonde and a red head and a few older women behind her all bundled up. Amy couldn't believe there was actually a line on such a cold night. 

The door opened up, the music blared and Amy saw two girls walk over to what must be the summer outdoor seating area but was now just another trash strewn cement patio with a few rusting tables strewn aside. They huddled near one of those rusty outdoor tables with the dirty table umbrella's jerking too and fro in the cold winter wind. The two girls lit up a cigarette and continued with their animated discussion.

Amy, looking over at them noticed one of the girl's faces in the lights of a cab that had just pulled up and she was struck by her looks. The girl returned Amy's gaze as she conversed with her friend. Amy was entranced at how she gracefully dragged on the cigarette holding it so girly yet exhaling the smoke so forcefully like a man, with tendrils of smoke streaming out her nostrils as she raised her chin. What confused Amy so much about this scene was that she was a strong anti smoking advocate and hated the smell of cigarettes yet found watching this attractive girl so enthralling. 

Amy couldn't remember who the girl reminded her of and it bothered her because she seemed so familiar. Then all at once it came to her; she reminded Amy of Elin Nordegren, Tiger Woods wife. Amy a few months back was in bed been perusing through one of Norman's golf magazines; Norman was working late once again. There was an article about Tiger Wood's and his family in it and she was struck with Elin's beauty. She even cut out the picture and put it in her nightstand drawer, as she liked the sexy Nike outfit she was wearing. Amy thought it was odd how every so often she would take the picture out of her drawer admiring not only the outfit but also Elin's natural beauty.

It looked like Elin was snobby although she hated to make judgments from just a picture. She had a cute nose but it turned up slightly and a big mouth full of big white teeth. She had the prerequisite strong jaw but Amy was surprised that her eyes weren't the usual deer in the headlight variety; no she thought her eyes exuded a certain provocative sexuality and she felt Tiger was probably a very lucky man. 

The girls finished their cigarette and as Amy watched them go back into the club the blonde turned and smiled at Amy. Amy quickly looked away but on this very cold night she couldn't help but feel a burst of warmth. Amy knew it was probably just a passing friendly gesture but with feelings of guilt and confusion coursing through her body she had to again resist the urge to turn and run away.

She then had to remind herself, "I am just here to have a quick drink, observe the scene and then walk home. I am only in New York once and a while so I might as well take advantage of it when I can. This is how you stay young!" She then thought of the typical boring night in her suburban neighborhood and new that what she was doing was the right thing. 

As the two girls reached for the door to go back into the club the door flung open and two middle-aged women came walking out laughing arm in arm with a beautiful young girl in between. As the women passed by Amy couldn't help thinking how they looked so mismatched with the older women all decked out in expensive clothes and jewelry while the younger girl was so casual with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, a Northface jacket on and no jewelry at all. 

The door lady then let in the next two girls in line and motioned for Amy to go in but then held out her hand and said, "That will be twenty five dollars Miss."

Amy was somewhat puzzled and said "But you just let them in and didn't charge them why are you charging me?"

"Sorry lady the college girls get in free, so unless you can show me a student ID it's going to be $25."

Amy hesitated and then begrudgingly pulled out twenty-five dollars and handed it over. As she looked down she noticed her hands were visibly shaking.

"Thanks," the door lady said, "Oh, and don't forget to relax when you get inside."

Amy was assaulted by the loud music as she entered the club. She went over to the coat check and dropped off her bulky coat and scarf. It was a hectic scene with girls dancing with girls in one room and groups of girls just hanging out together in another room laughing loudly having fun.

Amy confirmed to herself that since she saw only women it probably was an all girl club. With this confirmation Amy started to get cold feet and again wanted to leave but instead took a deep breath and ventured in thru the crowd toward the bar at the other end of the club. She ordered a cranberry and grey goose and meandered over to the far corner where she could put her drink down and hold up the wall for awhile.

As she put her drink down on the table she heard from behind her.

"So was it worth the wait in line?"

Amy turned around and came face to face with the smoking (in more ways than one) blonde.

"Oh, yeah, I...I guess so." Amy answered somewhat embarrassed while thinking, "Did this chick know I was watching her outside?"

She continued, "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, my name is Camilla. It's Swedish for who gives a fuck. Ha Ha..."

Amy laughed and said, "Oh, Hi... my name is Amy."

Camilla continued, "Well Amy it doesn't look like you've been here before are you new?" 

Because the club was so crowded and loud Camilla came right up close to Amy's ear. Amy could feel her cheek ever so softly brush up against hers and also could smell her perfume. It was definitely not a cheap scent!

When Camilla backed up and looked at Amy for the answer, Amy noticed she didn't back up that much and was now almost nose-to-nose with her. Amy ordinarily liked her personal space when conversing with people but as she took a look around and saw the crowds of people in the club all huddled together all having fun she decided she liked the intimacy. Also with the music so loud Amy felt totally anonymous. She noticed a distinct shiver running up her back, it was a feeling that caused her some excitement on the one hand but also anxiety on the other hand.

Amy nose to nose with Camilla was worried about her breath or that maybe a piece of food was stuck in her teeth or perhaps a stray nose hair was visible. "Is this the price of getting old, Amy thought? I mean these thoughts would never have even crossed my mind when I was in my early twenties fending off obnoxious boys." And then it struck her, "Why do I care so much?"

Amy looked straight into the beautiful big bluish/green eyes of Camilla and in the loudest voice she could muster said, "I guess you could call me a rookie!" This was a bold risk for Amy and she felt energized for taking it. Camilla smiled at her and Amy couldn't deny that even up close Camilla was flawless. Her teeth were sparkling white, her blonde hair was natural and soft and her skin radiated youth and vigor 

Camilla reached out and placed her hand on Amy's forearm slightly squeezing it and yelled, "In that case we'll have to haze you!" Amy laughed but then Camilla said, "I have to go find my friends, are you going to be here for a while?"

"Oh...sure, ya that's fine, I'll see you a little later." a somewhat dejected Amy responded. With that Camilla turned and morphed into the crowd. Amy felt like the floor had just came out from under her. She told herself that it was ridiculous to be disappointed and that even though she felt a slight attraction to Camilla, she was a married woman and nothing was going to become of it. Besides Camilla was in college, way too young to even know what she was doing. She reminded herself, "I am not a fucking lesbian!"

Amy, still confused made a beeline to the restroom. Once inside she checked herself in the mirror wondering why Camilla gave her the brush off so quickly. She checked her outfit fixing her shirt and flattening it out where it had bunched up while also straightening out her bra. Even at 42 Amy saw in the reflection a pretty hot woman. When the bathroom emptied out and Amy was alone she moved closer to the mirror looking for any food particles in between her teeth, she then checked her breath against the mirror, and finally tilting her head up and turning sideways she looked to see if any stray hairs had popped out of her nose. She then thought, "Maybe I shouldn't have been so bold conversing so close to her breathing right into her beautiful face. Maybe it was a turnoff for her." She thought, "Maybe Camilla took off because I have bad breath!" Again Amy caught herself being too introspective, looked at herself in the mirror and thought, "OK, stop this right now, your just being paranoid, go out there and have a good time, you deserve it!"




Amy and The Swedish Coed



Back out in the club Amy decided she would have one more drink and then call it a night. She subconsciously ended up back at the same spot she was before. Looking around she noticed several women eyeing her up. One came over to her and asked her if she wanted to dance but she politely declined. After the second woman came up to her it reminded her of being at a straight club when all the guys would hit on her. 

She decided to leave and started putting her drink on table when she heard "Hey rookie I've been looking for you where did you go?"

Amy's heart skipped a beat as she turned around and watched Camilla plow through the crowd to get to her. Once there, Camilla put her arms around Amy gently hugging her. Amy hugged her back feeling strange as Camilla's hard nipples rubbed up against her own chest. If Amy didn't known better she would have sworn Camilla was grinding herself into her ever so gently. It was a peculiar feeling for Amy but nonetheless an enjoyable one. She had never felt anything like it and it sent a tingle right to her lower abdomen. Amy feeling braver with the second drink almost gone and excited Camilla came back, prolonged the hug for just a few moments allowing her time to breath in Camilla's scent, it was delightful. A more heavenly one Amy couldn't remember.

Camilla pulling back took one look at Amy and knew her hug had its intended effect. Amy's blouse was standing on end with her big nipples straining through the bra creating two very big and very visible bumps. She thought to herself, "Wow now that's fucking erotic, she's got some great nipples."

Camilla pulled back and yelled, "Hey I would like you to meet some of my suit mates at NYU." Turning around and pointing she introduced Amy to Lisa and Jennifer. 

Amy smiled and put out her hand awkwardly and said "Hey, nice to meet you." The two girls were very pretty but Amy felt a little strange like she was on display or something. 

Amy thought Camilla's friends were nice and that they all seemed pretty "normal." They conversed for thirty minutes or so with Amy being surprised at how much her face muscles were hurting from all the laughing. Once again however the shadow of guilt arrived at her doorstep but this time she was determined to slam the door in his face and enjoy herself. It certainly didn't hurt matters when Camilla had insisted on buying not only another round but also a companion round of tequila shots. "At least I can sleep tomorrow," Amy thought.

Amy was in the middle of laughing, when the flash from a camera blinded her and before she even knew what was happening, Lisa had taken a picture of her. The flash temporarily blinded Amy and Camilla immediately apologized for her roommate's rudeness saying, "Sorry Amy, when they get drunk they get pretty stupid!" 

Camilla excusing herself walked over to Lisa and asked out of earshot of Amy, "Did you get a good picture this time, I want to make sure this one is better than the last one. I have an image to uphold for our suite ya know!"

Lisa, who was jealous and resentful about once again being the bridesmaid and not the bride took offense to the comment and shouted, "Wow, Camilla if you want to keep this chick you better find some mints fast because your breath is pretty horrid!"

Now this was a curious situation as Lisa's remark had the exact opposite effect on Camilla as one would imagine. Camilla, ironically enough enjoyed hearing her breath was so strong and in fact it immediately excited her. 

The first reason it excited her was because she was so pretty everyone always expected her to have minty fresh breath. So there was a rebellious aspect to it, a sort of attitude that screamed "I'm so pretty I don't need to have fresh breath!" So the fact that she didn't have fresh breath made her feel in some ways more powerful. Knowing that she could pick up these female strangers and within an hour of meeting them have them sucking and licking every inch of her regardless of her musty mouth. It was a feeling of power that she knew not every girl who didn't look like her could pull off.

The second reason had to do with a little fetish she referred to as her "marking my territory fetish." She knew it was quirky but since she was only doing this "lez thing" until her graduation she felt like making as much fun out of it as possible. She loved the feeling of control it gave her.

She made a game of licking her customers in many different areas of their body so the next day they would hopefully pick up her "scent" reminding them of how "dirty and filthy" they really were outside their traditional suburban lives and marriages. Camilla reasoned the more crap I eat and the more cigarettes I smoke the better the scent I can lay down and the longer it will last. If a husband picked up the scent so much the better. Camilla knew in a way it was kind of sick but it was the kind of sick that got her very excited.

She also felt she wanted her clients to earn her. Here she was letting these woman use her body for there most sordid fantasies, the very least they could do is earn it a little by sucking on her randy or sour mouth. It was in truth a passive aggressive mode of payback. After all, they were probably going to be sucking on her ass before the night was over (they inevitably always did) and she never remembers a client stopping and putting a mentos up her ass, or for that matter letting it get in the way of their screaming multiple orgasms or deep French kissing. She thought, "Most of the other girls don't even French Kiss!"

Camilla then thought about a vivid memory she had tucked in the back of her mind. It was last week a block down the street from the Rambler, the woman's name was Britney Worthington III; a beautiful petite blonde who she happened to find out was a Born Again Christian from Ridgefield, Connecticut. They were in the backseat of Britney's big black Mercedes with extra tinted back windows. Camilla was extra horny and gave her the full treatment. It just so happened that for dinner Camilla had eaten a hot dog and two bags of Doritos and had smoked nonstop since meeting up with her. I guess you could say she was primed.

As Britney was in the middle of what seemed like her fifth multiple orgasm Camilla decided it was time to give it to her. With three fingers pumping furiously in and out of her pussy and the other hand wrapped around Britney's beautiful $300 haircut, she forced her head back hard against the soft Mercedes leather and started yelling right up close to her face saying the magic words that Britney needed to hear.

"Come for me cunt, come on you can do better than that, you fuckin bitch. Let's go, I need you to cum for me you dirty filthy lezy fuckin no good smelly cunt! I bet everyone in Ridgefield knows how much you like college pussy...huh Britney? ...I can't hear you bitch! ...I said I bet everyone knows how much you dream about sticking your tongue down every pretty fucking girl you see in your fuckin white bread rich little town, I said huh Britney isn't that right, answer me you fucking bitch!"

With that Camilla pulled her hair even harder and as she did so could feel Britney's hands desperately squeezing her forearm unable to control herself any longer. Camilla watched Britney's jaw clench and her eyes tightly close. Camilla knew it was time for her to do her thing. She first accumulated as much saliva as she could in her mouth and then spit right between Britney's perfect man made tits, she followed it up with a savage tonguing all over her air bag like tits and nipples. Mission accomplished her scent had been laid down. Ring up another take down for Camilla.

Seconds later Britney was in the hysterics of an orgasm, boy did she cum, there was nothing like the guttural desperate screams of a rich frigid Connecticut housewife. Afterwards it took a good five minutes before Britney could even open her eyes. All the while Camilla just held her, gently kissing her open mouth and admiring her natural beauty, the shape of her parted pink lips and the white teeth shining right below, the shape of her nose, and because she was so close the soft blonde tiny hairs right above her upper lip that would ordinarily from a distance be invisible. Camilla even loved the dangling saliva trails between their mouths that occurred every other kiss. It was one of the perks of the job Camilla liked the most, although she tried not to admit it. She loved the feeling of closeness and the intimacy with other females especially after they had cum and especially when they were so good looking. She was going to miss this once she was married but that thought was for a different day.

They seemed so vulnerable and cute, at times like this Camilla would imagine Britney turning to her and saying, "OK, now it's your turn!"

But reality Camilla knew could be cold and harsh. As if to prove the point Britney suddenly looked at her watch and just about panicked at how late it had become. She quickly got dressed putting on her low cut satin Victoria Secret bra right over Camilla's drying moisture bomb, followed by a Free People Indian style ruffle blouse and lastly her $400 J Brand designer jeans. She gave Camilla a glancing kiss avoiding any eye contact and coldly put an extra $50 in her hands and then proceeded to peel rubber to get back home.

Camilla knew Britney was going directly to her church for a service and she just imagined how it would unfold. Gorgeous Britney with her hunky NYC Bond Trading husband, the two kids impeccably dressed. They would probably be in the front pew raising their voices to God, a model for all to follow when all of a sudden from out of nowhere the unexpected occurred.

Britney is put into complete shock when a gentles breeze blows in from an open window causing her blouse to flutter which in turn allows for Camilla's pungent scent which she had so carefully laid down to draft directly into her nostrils triggering an immaculate arousal. Britney would suddenly and overwhelmingly be swarmed with the raunchy images of that afternoon; the raunchy lesbian sex she had just been participating in and the memory of which she had been trying hard to suppress.

She would fight the visual of manipulating Camilla's perfect ass, spreading it as wide as a human ass could be spread. The licking and sucking that followed, the fingers jammed in every one of Camilla's orifices and the dirty talk and then of course the final disgrace of shoving her nose directly up Camilla's beautiful pink Swedish asshole. Camilla imagined her turning to her husband flushed and sweating excusing herself while leaving out the front side door of the chapel to get some fresh air. 

These were the raunchy thoughts that Camilla liked to remind herself of and the reason for her existence on the planet earth at this particular time in her life... 

Anyway, back to the story....

The roommates took off into the crowd and Amy felt a little weird until she looked over and saw them taking pictures of some of the other patrons. Amy knew that college kids today were very rambunctious and felt this must be par for the course.

"Sometimes their real idiots," Camilla said, "Hey do you want to go for a walk, I think I need some fresh air, this place is too crazy tonight?"

Amy was taken by surprise by the question and hesitated, but when she saw disappointment cross Camilla's face she said, "Sure, that sounds good." With that Camilla waved goodbye through the crowd to her friends and they went in search of their coats.

As Camilla put her coat on at the coat check Amy noticed how unique it was and didn't recognize the style. When she put on the colorful European hat Amy new Camilla wasn't kidding when she said she was from Sweden.

Amy asked, "That's a beautiful coat did you buy it in Sweden?" 

Camilla laughed and said, "Gee now what makes you think that?" As if it wasn't obvious enough.

It was now colder than before with a wind chill close to zero. Leaving the club a big gust of wind came down the alley and startled Amy. Camilla said, "Amy you would never make it in Sweden, this is like a mild fall day."

Amy agreed with her as they turned in the direction of Colette's condo.

"Hey Amy is your car far from here?" Camilla said.

Amy thought to herself, "Why does she think I have a car here. Is she confusing me with someone else?"

"No I didn't drive here. I am staying in a condo right around the block." As Amy said this she could see Camilla's lingering icy breath in front of her joining with her own to form a bigger single breath cloud. Amy observing this received another tingle deep in her abdomen. 

Amy didn't know what to do. She enjoyed Camilla's company and didn't want the night to end but she didn't feel right inviting her over to the condo. She was a married woman and 100% heterosexual. Well maybe 90% heterosexual Amy upon reflection thought. Without coming right out and telling Camilla that she wasn't a lesbian Amy didn't now what to say. She didn't want to lead her on if in fact that was what Camilla had in mind but the thought of just saying goodbye strangely bothered her.

The past few hours in the club and meeting Camilla had awoken something deep down in her and she wanted to continue exploring. It was a young, hip, happening, sexy, scene that excited Amy. It was refreshing and as if everyone in the club was having a good time no matter what anybody else thought. It was if they were telling the world to: "Go Fuck Off!"

Amy felt as if she had been living under water for ten years and was all of a sudden on dry land. It was a freedom she was basking in and she didn't want to give it up just yet. Before she could even think about what she was saying it came out of her mouth.

"Camilla, if you would like I could make us some coffee or something back at the condo I'm staying at." Amy with her big beautiful brown eyes turned to the Swedish blonde anxious for her answer.

Camilla seemed relieved and said, "Awesome, that sounds like a plan, the club was too noisy tonight anyway. And it sure beats a car."

Amy was so happy to hear the word "awesome" in her cute Swedish accent that she didn't really hear the part about the car. Not that it was that important but it would have definitely struck her as odd. When Camilla stepped closer and interlocked elbows with her Amy felt a sudden feeling of pride as if she had just bagged the prettiest girl at the dance.

On the way to the condo it started to snow as Camilla filled Amy in on her life. She was a grad student at NYU and was waiting for her fiancé, a very wealthy relative of the Swedish Royal Family to finish his mandatory time in the Swedish armed services. They met while she was working as a model on a photo shoot for one of the H & M swimsuit catalogs; apparently one of his friends was able to get him on the set. 

She had felt so claustrophobic in Sweden she agreed to his proposal but only if she could live in NYC and attend grad school school until he was out of the service. He reluctantly agreed but had a few conditions. 

The first one was that if he found out she was with another man then the wedding was off. Condition number two was that she had to stop modeling. He didn't come out and say why but Camilla knew it was because of all the temptations she was surrounded with in that environment. He didn't want to compete with all the male models she hung around with. The third condition Camilla didn't mention as she said it wasn't that important. Camilla further explained that this was the reason she loved going to the Midnight Rambler as she couldn't be tempted by any boys.

Camilla thinking to herself also knew she would be a fool to cheat on him. He was Royalty and he was worth a ton of money but since the agreement didn't say anything about having fun with woman she felt she was still adhering to the agreement. Also where else could she make a quick five hundred dollars. She wasn't the waitressing type; that was for sure.

As they neared the front of the steps to Colette's condo Amy could feel a tightening in her ass. It was as if something was telling her not to continue, but to stop and say goodbye to Camilla. As she turned to look at Camilla she particularly took notice of her contrasting soft blonde hair and the colorful hat she wore topped with big wet fluffy snowflakes. Amy thought to herself that even on this frigid cold night in the worst lighting possible and a backdrop of urban grayness Camilla looked stunning. The frigid air wasn't taking Amy's breath away but Camilla sure was.

Amy fumbled with her keys dropping them to the ground; she was a basket case of nerves. Finally she opened the door and lead Camilla into the warmth of Collette's condo. She closed the door behind them and braced the security bar back against the door. Amy felt instant relief, the muscles in her body loosened. Almost as if she had gotten away with something or more like the feeling you get when you pretend to nonchalantly buy something at the store only to rip it open the moment you feel safe behind closed doors. 

Camilla took a quick look around and was impressed with the high ceilings, hardwood floors and updated furnishings. Amy went over to the windows pulling the curtains aside revealing a picturesque scene of a city struggling to stay gray but losing the battle with every passing second. Not too far off in the distant a quaint city park sat deserted. Amy started the gas fireplace and just stood in front of the fire absorbing all of its heat while Camilla excused herself to use the bathroom.

Amy was still staring into the fire when Camilla came up from behind her. Amy felt her presence and was all ready to say what she had been practicing the last few moments. She was going to apologize to Camilla for bringing her to the condo under false pretense, and that she wasn't a lesbian and that she had made a big mistake.

She reluctantly turned around not really wanting to say what she was about to say. Amy opened her eyes and came nose to nose with Camilla who was stealthily standing directly behind her. Amy's jaw dropped as she looked at Camilla and noticed what she was wearing or more accurately what she wasn't wearing.

Camilla was naked except for a black lace low cut bra and matching lace boy cut panties. Amy froze solid not knowing what to do. Camilla who seemed to be enjoying this moment moved her face to the side of Amy's and gently rubbed her nose along her cheek. She then moved her mouth over Amy's nose kissing the tip. Amy could smell the sharp and bitter cigarettes on her breath but instead of repulsion felt intoxification. It was an erotic juxtaposition, the contrast between Camilla's soft white skin, blue eyes and blonde hair and her dank dark breath. 

Camilla continued around to the other side of Amy's face and softly whispered in her ear, "how ya doing rookie...now don't forget to breath honey, nice and slow in and out...just breath." Camilla loved to be in control in these moments. It turned her on to see Amy so nervous. She got off knowing that these older woman were experiencing something taboo, something forbidden, something they never thought they would be doing. To be teasing this pretty desperate housewife was what made it all worthwhile for Camilla, well that and truth be told the spending money it afforded her, for she wasn't married yet and she was a girl who liked to spend.

Camilla had picked Amy out the minute she went out the door for that cigarette at the Midnight Rambler. She felt Amy's eyes on her the whole time. After looking over at her she knew she had her mark. She was exactly Camilla's type and definitely a newbie, Camilla's favorite kind. She told all the other girls to back off and they did in respect to her seniority and the money she brought in. The condo was an added bonus as the usual clientele would have had her kneeling in the back seat of a Mercedes by now. 




Amy and The Swedish Coed



Newbie's were fun because Camilla could do anything she wanted to them with none of the disgusting dental dams, finger dams or the no kissing policies to hold her back. Most of the other students and clients she worked with insisted on these precautions but for Camilla they totally stymied any possibility of intimacy and orgasm. And if there was something Camilla enjoyed as much if not more than shopping it was an orgasm; especially one that involved another attractive woman. 

Camilla truth be told was very attracted to Amy. As most Swedes will attest they definitely have an affinity for people of more exotic looks and while Amy wasn't that exotic she did have that dark Mediterranean olive skinned look that drove Camilla crazy. Camilla giggled to herself as she felt and heard Amy loudly gasping for air.

Camilla grabbed a chair and dragged it over near the center of the room. She was definitely going to have fun with Amy. She guided the still dumbstruck Amy to the chair and had her sit down. Camilla wanted to tease Amy and draw it out as long as possible. Leaning over she whispered in her ear again, "I'm going to do a little dancing for you if you don't mind. OK honey?" Amy was too busy staring at the cleavage thrown in front of her to say anything, but Camilla took this as a yes! 

Amy's noticed a damp feeling between her legs as she watched Camilla's breasts jiggle and shake inside their restraints. She found this weird to be staring and treating Camilla like a piece of meat but she decided right then to enjoy this moment and that perhaps in some weird way she deserved this for the thousand moments of loneliness she had experienced in her marriage.

Camilla was standing directly in front of her now and she started rhythmically shaking her hips and chest putting her arms slowly over her head staring at her the whole time. She slowly rotated, gyrating ever so slowly. Amy was stunned and had never seen anything so beautiful or erotic as this in her life. Camilla came over and sat down on her lap straddling her in the chair. The softness, the warmth, and the smell of Camilla's body was intoxicating.

Camilla whispered, "Come on Amy you got to get more comfortable than this!" She proceeded to slowly lift Amy's top off over her head. Amy's natural reaction was to cover herself up with her arms and even though Camilla found this endearing she was having none of it. Camilla leaned forward and gently touched her lips to Amy's while guiding her arms back down to her side.

Camilla's tongue probed in and out of Amy's mouth, licking beneath her gums and under her tongue, anywhere she could so as to better taste this sweet rookie. Amy couldn't believe the softness of Camilla's mouth and tongue as she sat there with her mouth open and her eyes closed. And then before she knew it what seemed like a flood of sexual fluid was instantaneously released into her pussy as she continued to moan into Camilla's oh so deliciously sexy and toxic mouth. 

Camilla stood up paused directly in front of her. She moved in close and then slowly started to gyrate her hips putting her hands behind her head. Amy couldn't believe how sexy she looked. With the only light coming in from the snow covered streets and the fireplace Camilla looked like a Scandinavian Goddess. As Camilla continued slowly gyrating Amy couldn't help but notice a small patch of blonde hair under her arms. Ordinarily Amy found woman with underarm hair a bit skeevy but at this moment she was surprised to find it so erotic and such a huge turn on. She felt the rulebook of her life was slowly being ripped up in front of her one page at a time.

Camilla came closer again putting her outstretched arms on Amy's shoulder and leaning down so as to suffocate Amy in her breasts. Amy took a deep breath and couldn't help but naturally start bucking her hips off the chair in Camilla's direction searching out anything to rub up against.

Camilla then lowered her mouth to Amy's ear and whispered, "My, don't we have a frisky little pussy tonight...you naughty, naughty, bad, bad girl." Pulling back and now looking directly into her eyes, she continued, "Ok then my little Amy why don't you tell me what you are? Real loud now, come on tell me what you really are?..huh?, what was that,? I can't hear you, tell me you're a dyke Amy! Come on I want to hear you, tell me you're a fucking dyke Amy! Come on Amy I can't hear you. You're a pretty Dyke aren't you, yes you are, you're a real pretty dyke that has wanted pussy for a long long time, isn't that right Amy!

Camilla really enjoyed this part of her ritual with newbie's. Again it was a power trip. She knew most of these women's husbands would probably not scream and shout at them and humiliate them during sex but felt she could get away with it being a woman. It was as if she had a special right, no an obligation to help them reach that special place. She knew Amy would probably look back at this memory and be somewhat humiliated but she also knew it would the driving force to probably the best orgasm she has ever experienced as well as fodder for many future masturbatory sessions.

Camilla loved to be witness to the pure sexual emotions erupting from these women; it really turned her on. Emotions probably suppressed their whole lives. Camilla also believed there was a little bit of lesbian in every woman and that they just needed a little help in finding their way. Camilla took it as her job to be the lesbian tutor for all these older married women and it was one she relished. 

Camilla's knee continued to slowly gyrate into Amy's pussy. Amy was delirious as her head rocked back and forth. At first she whispered something inaudible. Camilla grabbed her hair and yanked hard as Amy started mumbling the words that were going to make Camilla's pussy very, very wet.

"OK yes... yes... yes... your right, I'm a dyke, yes... I am a dyke, a fucking full blooded American dyyykkkke! Yes, I love woman, the smell of women and the taste of women! Yes, yes, yes, I am a dyyykkkee!!

As Amy was screaming this into Camilla's mouth she ground her knee into her crotch even harder. Amy couldn't take it and let out a loud and what seemed unending howl/scream, she was possessed by this enchanted Swede and just totally let go. Her orgasm seemed to last for minutes and the whole time it felt her brain was going to explode. It was the biggest and best orgasm of her life. 

Panting and out of breath Amy slumped forward which caused Camilla to lose her balance and they both tumbled onto the floor. Still maintaining their grip of each other they lay there motionless with Amy's eyes shut tight. Camilla was amused as she looked at Amy still in her bra and jeans just having had perhaps the most wonderful sexual experience of her life. She did have to admit to herself that Amy was a pretty hot mama. She always treated her clients with the utmost of respect, ignoring their stomach rolls, their turkey necks and their cellulite buildup but Amy was different. Amy was thin and very much toned and in shape and had the prettiest face. In fact Amy's face made Camilla's pussy instantaneously wet. Amy had a cute personality too Camilla felt, somewhat naive but in an innocent way. She decided right then that she was going to continue fucking her until she begged her to stop. 

A devilish smile came across Camilla's mouth and she just couldn't resist. She started kissing and licking Amy's beautiful long neck. Soon she was just licking her, laying down her scent wherever she could for Amy to pick up at a later moment in time. The layer of saliva on Amy's chest and shoulders was glistening in the moonlight and Camilla thought to herself it was a job well done. Ordinarily at this point Camilla would request payment and leave but tonight was different. 

She felt Amy was special, she hadn't been attracted to one of her "desperate housewives" quite like this before. She received a tickle in her pussy at the thought of how innocent Amy was and the nasty things she could do her. She also had a soaking pair of panties and an engorged pussy and clit that needed to be taken care of. Since Amy was staying in a condo there were no time constraints so they could just enjoy each other. The content look on Amy's face told her she probably felt the same. It was decided then, she was going to take advantage of this uninitiated rookie all night.

Amy was numb. She had never felt this way before in her life. She still had her eyes closed and was enjoying the heat of Camilla's body and the warmth of her breathe upon her face. She didn't want the stillness of this wonderful moment to end. They lay there comatose arms entwined, deep into each others personal space for what seemed like hours until Amy felt Camilla moving.

She reached out instinctively, eyes still closed grabbing at Camilla saying, "No, please don't leave." A verse from a John Keats poem that she had to memorize for a college Lit class came to her out of the blue:

"Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever--or else swoon to death."

"Don't worry baby, I'm not going anywhere." Camilla responded, as she maneuvered on top of Amy. She lowered her mouth to Amy's face and started kissing her. First she kissed her on her eyelids very gently and then she slowly moved down the length of her nose to right above her upper lip, then to her chin until finally she directed her wet lips to Amy's mouth.

As soon as she kissed Amy's lips both of their eyes naturally opened. This closeness felt exciting to Amy as Camilla's eyes were a beautiful shade of deep blue green and because she could feel the light flutter of Camilla's eyelashes on hers. They stayed like this for some time staring into each other's eyes, alternately probing and withdrawing their respective tongues. The room was filled with heavy breathing, sighs, moans and an occasional nervous giggle from Amy. 

Amy was amazed at how close she felt to Camilla at this instant and how she felt that even though they just met it seemed she had known Camilla for years. Amy couldn't remember a time in her life where she kissed for an extended period of time without quickly being interrupted by a man's hardening penis. It felt like such a luxury to just lay back for what seemed like an hour and be tongue kissed by this beautiful European blonde coed. It was such a pleasure to not feel rushed and to fully be in the moment enjoying the textures, the sounds, the smells and the taste of another woman's mouth.

Amy was also surprised to find Camilla's tongue so smooth and long. It was definitely longer than any man she had ever kissed as she could feel it near the back of her throat where at times Camilla unintentionally gagged her. Amy felt kissing sans penis could possibly become her new hobby.

Amy laying on the soft area rug finally opened her eyes and watched as Camilla, on top of her, reached behind and undid her bra. She watched mesmerized by how dainty Camilla's fingers were as they pulled the bra off and dropped it to the side. Her breasts gracefully sprang from the restraint of the bra and Amy for the first time in her life had an up close view of another woman's breasts. She didn't feel the need to automatically look away like at her health club. She could actually take her time and look them over as thoroughly as she wanted to. They were so sexy and perfect, bigger than Amy's but not too big.

Camilla's nipples were little buttons the perfect shade of light pink, this was the definition of femininity Amy felt, like pink gumdrops topping off a cup of peach sherbet. They hypnotized her as they slowly dangled back and forth with Camilla's slightest movement. She felt like a horny teenage boy obsessing at his first up close inspection of a pair of hooters!

With Camilla smiling at her from above Amy was amazed at how thin and in shape she was as she noticed the outline of her rib cage, which in contrast to her soft and full natural bust was a real turn on. As she kept looking lower Amy's eyes widened at the hourglass curve of waist, her flat stomach and how her hips gradually broadened into her ass and thighs, which were now resting directly on her abdomen. The skin to skin feeling and the warmth and softness of her ass and thighs were overwhelming for Amy.

Amy then lowered her sights to Camilla's black boy cut lace panties; they were such a turn on and so sexy in their simplicity. She desperately wanted to grab the waist of Camilla's panties and push them down and to examine another woman's pussy for the first time too but she was shy and timid so she just lay there with Camilla on top of her in total control hoping that at some point she would be able to do just that.

Camilla enjoyed when women admired her body and was in no hurry to rush Amy from enjoying the moment. After a minute she leaned down to Amy and whispered, "Now it's my turn to take a look at you." Camilla reached for Amy's bra and Amy all of a sudden became panicked and reached up to stop her. 

She was embarrassed because her tits looked nothing like Camilla's. Her tits were asymmetrical and her nipples were pointy and meaty and dark, not pretty and feminine and perfect. At age 42 after having breast fed two kids her breasts were not as firm and taut as Camilla's. Amy was somewhat in distress. Her reluctance only served to intensify Camilla's determination and horniness.

As Amy made a weak protest Camilla leaned down and planted a big, open mouth, sopping wet kiss right over Amy's mouth forcing her tongue in deep. In response to this predatory kiss Amy's arms slowly dropped back to her side and Camilla again started the process of stripping her prey. She unclasped Amy's bra, tugging at it and ripping it out from under her in record time. Again Amy being self conscious quickly used her hands to cover herself up.

Camilla just smiled at her, grabbing her arms and forcing them over her head with one hand. Amy gave in, conceding the fight, for she could feel the determination in Camilla's actions and knew it was no use to struggle. Once Camilla was in control she looked down upon the two breasts Amy was trying to keep to herself. 

Camilla's mouth broke out into a wide grin as she excitedly said, "Oh my God they are beautiful. Look at what a sexy set of tits you have! They are fucking outrageous!" 

Amy felt immediate relief as Camilla let up the pressure on her arms and brought both her hands to Amy's tits and started squeezing, pinching and tugging at her breasts and nipples. Amy felt another flood of moisture in her pussy as the visual of this beautiful blonde attacking her engorged tits was too much. Looking up and watching as Camilla, eyes closed, mouth open began an all out oral assault on her tits: it felt simply glorious. The licking, kissing, sucking and slurping, sounds went on for at least fifteen minutes.

Camilla started slowly grinding her hips and pussy into Amy's thigh and hip bone. Camilla realized she felt more turned on at this moment then at any other time in her life. Amy looked up and could see Camilla's concentration and the intensity in her face and she realized she was entering territory she had never imagined and she was nervous because instead of scaring the hell out of her it was actually exciting her and bringing her to a level she had never reached with any man.

Camilla's hot breath now reigned down on her forcefully and deliberately. Amy, letting go of all inhibitions, synchronized her breathing with Camilla's and soon matched her so as Camilla was breathing out she was breathing in. She had never experienced this much intimacy with a man before and was shocked at how good it felt.

Amy then surprised herself, she needed more of Camilla so she placed her hands on Camilla's tiny waist and then went a bit further reaching her backside and finally summoned the courage to reach under her panties. She grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and squeezed. The softness and warmth of Camilla's ass felt exotic and naughty. No comparison to a man's rough, dry and hairy ass.

She couldn't help herself and so she lustfully reaching down past Camilla's asshole which she felt was slick and wet with pre-cum and attempted to touch Camilla's elusive bucking pussy. The fact Camilla was so wet that her pussy juice was now all over her asshole sent a jolt through Amy's pussy as she felt it was a sure sign of how much she was turning on this gorgeous Swedish model.

Amy still not knowing what to do exactly let her instincts take over. After many unsuccessful attempts she finally grazed Camilla's gyrating pussy with her finger tips. Struggling to put her fingers into Camilla' pussy from behind and finding it difficult getting the angle right as Camilla kept up the attack on her nipples. She with some difficulty dipped her fingers into Camilla several times, enjoying the soft warm squishy folds of her pussy. She withdrew her fingers and carefully brought her hand above Camilla's moving body and finally to her nose and mouth.

Amy took a deep breath and then stuck her fingers in her mouth tasting for the first time another woman's pussy. Amy felt that she was at the highest level of existence right at this moment and that her yoga and meditation teachers had all been full of shit. Maybe she thought they all needed to get fucked a little more or have some new experiences. This was where it's at!

She continued to lick and suck on her fingers taking note of the strong, sweet but pungent taste and smell. Amy lay there mesmerized by the smell and would every so often pull her fingers away only seconds later to bring them back to her nose to smell once again the golden Swedish nectar. She wondered if she tasted the same.

Camilla watching her was turned on seeing how eager she was to taste and smell her first pussy. She observed Amy as she held her fingers to her nose and then licked the cum off her fingers, and then watched as she would repeat the same thing over and over. This was too much for Camilla to take and she immediately needed relief. She yelled, "Oh, that's what you want, why didn't you tell me sooner!" Camilla reached down awkwardly smashing her tits into Amy's as she did so, breathing heavily into her mouth and just about tearing off her panties trying to get both of her legs out of them at once.

With Camilla's panties now off Amy looked at her and couldn't help but notice the crazed and determined look in her face. Camilla lurched upwards and Amy felt the weight of Camilla's ass moving up her body. She knew what Camilla wanted her to do and she was nervous. Camilla with a little leap over Amy's tits had her pussy positioned just right so that this newbie could learn the fine art of eating pussy. 

Amy looked up and saw in front of her a completely hairless pussy staring at her in the face. She hadn't even thought about that before and was somewhat taken aback. She knew some of the girls at the club waxed and shaved but this now was totally different to be so close. She stared at her pussy for a while until Camilla added some words of encouragement.

"That's it newbie, take a good look first." With that Camilla moved her pussy right up to Amy's innocent face. Amy could see Camilla's engorged pussy lips splayed onto her abdomen, she observed her clit, which was standing on end pulsing and radiating with anticipation. Amy thought to herself, "Her clit looks huge, like a small penis."

"OK, now smell me bitch!" Camilla commanded in a playful yet forceful tone. Again Amy did as she was told, with guidance, as Camilla slipped her hands behind her head, positioning her sex within millimeters of Amy's nose. Amy took in a deep breath and for the first time in her life experienced another woman's scent. It was strong and powerful, an odor that would not soon be forgotten. Although as a woman she had an idea of her own personal smell, Camilla's scent was surprisingly much different. She felt it was the smell of pure unadulterated sex, it was amazing. Seconds passed and as she continued to breath in her first pussy a drop of her wetness trickled in between her own butt cheeks. 




Amy and The Swedish Coed



Camilla could stand it no longer and with a grunt lowered her pussy onto Amy's innocent face. She slid her clit up and down the length of Amy's nose moaning out loud the whole time. She couldn't help but put all her weight on Amy's face smothering her and grinding her pussy all over like a possessed lunatic. When she looked down at Amy she saw her face glistening in her cum. Amy looked somewhat dazed and confused by the assault but still had her tongue out making valiant attempts to keep up with licking and sucking her.

It didn't matter as Camilla was ready to have a major orgasm. She squeezed her thighs together forcefully trapping Amy's face and started to grunt and yell. She then started rifling her clit back and forth on Amy's cute button nose while using her free hand to stretch and make taut the folds around her clit. Camilla was now oblivious to anything else in the world She continued like this out of control for several minutes until she reached back tweaking and pulling at Amy's nipples. This totally put her over the edge as the feel of those meaty erotic nipples, Amy's soft mouth and her willingness to be face fucked set her off like nothing she had experienced before.

Amy didn't know what to think as this assault was taking place, She was amazed at how wet and slick her face was and was shocked and excited to have Camilla's pussy mashing into her face. She wondered if it was because Camilla's pussy was bald if that was the reason she was so lubricated and wet but then she also thought somewhat bashfully that the reason could be that Camilla was really turned on by her. The organic smells, the moistness and the sounds of Camilla's wet pussy lips sliding over her chin, lips and nose were so overpowering she almost came without even touching herself. The sounds coming from Camilla sounded like a man, not the petite gorgeous Swede she was. Amy couldn't believe sex between two women could be so intense, fun and orgasmic.

Camilla started shrieking and hollering signaling to Amy that she had reached that special Shangri La. Camilla finally slumped forward and Amy could tell she was done by the way she cupped her hand over her clit to protect it from any further stimulation. Amy waited patiently and with total empathy for Camilla's sensitivity. After a few minutes Camilla lifted her head off the floor and shimmied down and whispered in Amy's ear, "That was just about the best, thanks so much! I want to keep fucking you all night, is that all right?"

Amy was excited to hear this as she also didn't want the night to end, it seemed like she had just entered through the door to this new experience and she definitely wanted it to continue. She responded with an emphatic, "Yeah, that's OK!"

Camilla, as exhausted as she was slithered her arms under Amy and squeezed tight. She opened her mouth wide and started licking Amy's face, lips and nose, very softly this time and with great tenderness. As Camilla was doing this Amy noticed an urge in her own pussy that signaled she wasn't quite satisfied yet. 

As Camilla continued caressing and kissing her on the neck Amy realized that she was staring right at Camilla's wispy damp blonde underarm hair. This for some reason excited Amy and not thinking twice she impulsively reached out with her tongue to lick Camilla's underarms. This was something that ordinarily would disgust Amy but tonight it seemed erotic, tonight was for new experiences and for experimenting. Camilla groaned as Amy's soft mouth and tongue kissed and licked her in this most private spot. 

Camilla whispered, "Oh my God, yes, please that feels so good, don't stop please." Camilla really got off on the fact Amy was doing this. Amy continued with a part of her feeling perverted and the other part of her feeling like she was exploring new territory. She started licking near Camilla's elbow and continued until she stopped to focus right on her hairy underarm spending extra time just flicking the hair with her tongue and rolling it and then sucking it all into her mouth with a loud "shlooop"!. Amy reveled in the warm, moist, tangy and salty aftertaste. 

Camilla felt the tugging of her underarm hairs in Amy's mouth and instantly got wet again guessing Amy was way beyond her comfort zone. She thought about how perverted this must be for Amy. "Wow," she thought, "this newbie is really kinky."

After a few minutes Camilla interrupted Amy whispering in her ear, "I really need to smell you now!" Camilla immediately went into motion skillfully maneuvering into a sixty-nine position. Amy guessed correctly that she had done this before. Amy knowing what Camilla was about to do was again conflicted. She wanted nothing more in this world at this moment than Camilla's mouth and lips on her naked wide open slit but she also knew she hadn't trimmed her pussy in awhile and was definitely feeling embarrassed. 

Camilla just about ripped Amy's panties off as if she had just finished a hunger strike and Amy's pussy was prime steak. She was delighted when she took a look at Amy and saw her hairy growth. Camilla wouldn't have waxed but for the third stipulation in her agreement with her future husband; that she get a bikini waxing once a month. She grabbed at Amy's pubes roughly pulling and playing with them and then started licking Amy's pubes which surrounded her pussy as if standing guard, first licking down one side of her hairy crotch and then back up the other.

Camilla could take it no longer and buried her face into Amy's wet pussy expertly licking and sucking her outer lips and clit. With her hands on each thigh she forced Amy's legs wide, opening her up for the inevitable barrage. Amy meanwhile had never before felt such a delicate tongue and mouth lashing at her privates and was quickly moaning and rocking her head back and forth. She thought, "Men are so much rougher and quicker, this feels incredible!"

Dangling right above her was the most beautiful ass she had ever laid eyes on. "No wonder," she thought "men want to do such nasty things to woman, they are just so fucking irresistible." 

Next on Amy's agenda was getting up close and personal with Camilla's half moons which were hanging at the perfect height for the picking or in Amy's case the "licking".

It was as if Camilla were pregnant and had just broken water all over her ass, that's how turned on she must be thought Amy. Her ass was now shiny, smelly, slick and oily; quite the sexy combination. Camilla's goose bumps were raised and a faded demarcation line appeared where Camilla's cheeks had most likely been hidden from the sun by a beautiful skimpy bikini. Amy reveled in this intimacy and thought about the men and women eying up her perfect ass in said bikini and how they would love to be in her position at this moment. She stuck out her tongue and lunged forward becoming enveloped in the whitish/pink soft folds of Camilla's sexy ass. Her pungent aroma was addictive. Amy put her senses on full alert as she didn't want to miss out on anything, for this was the most outrageous and perverted thing she had ever done and she wanted to savor it as long as was physically possible.

Camilla was pleasantly surprised to feel her newbie exploring her asshole with her tongue. It was one of Camilla's great turn ons. She loved, loved loved when she received pleasure from a pretty desperate housewife getting kinky and taking a walk on her wild side and experimenting for the first time. She stopped her licking and sucking so she could enjoy the moment. She rested her head on Amy's open thigh with her nose inches from her pussy. "Oh life was good," she thought as she inhaled deeply. 

As the intensity of Amy's licking and sucking ratcheted up Camilla hovered directly over Amy's pussy so she could more easily breath her scent in. She closed her eyes and concentrated on Amy's tongue and the places it was going. She inhaled sharply again, and again, and again each time getting her closer to another major orgasm.

Camilla could see Amy's hips making small thrusts upward and felt an obligation to help her out. She immediately placed the flat of her tongue against Amy's pussy and licked toward her clit. Once at her clit she peppered fast machine gun like tongue strokes around the surrounding tissue. This seemed to have the desired effect as Amy moaned loudly into her asshole. Camilla didn't want this experience to end for either of them but was overpowered by her hormones and the pure lust that was now flowing thru her body. 

As Camilla manipulated Amy's clit she took three of her fingers and starting vigorously finger fucking. "Wow, she's tight," Camilla thought, "just like a fucking virgin."

The combination of Camilla's mouth on her clit and the pressure of her fingers rifling her pussy were too much. She contracted her vaginal muscles around Camilla's fingers, took a deep breath of Camilla's ass and started to ride a wave of euphoria that blossomed very fast and continued to grow for what seemed like minutes. Grunting, groaning, yelling, swearing, Amy let it all out and then some as she rocketed off to the biggest orgasm of her life surpassing her earlier big O!

After several minutes passed Camilla maneuvered back to where she was again nipple to nipple with Amy. Amy thought, "What if the neighbors had heard her and tell Collette. What would she say?"

Camilla again dropped her mouth right on Amy's and started kissing her. Amy was feeling overwhelmed after her second big orgasm and Camilla's mouth was a nice diversion. After several minutes of kissing Camilla attempted to stand up while at the same time reaching for Amy to do the same. Amy reluctantly stood up and followed Camilla to the bedroom where they both collapsed onto Collette's bed. They were snoring within minutes.

Amy awoke abruptly as the sun radiating in through the windows was no match for her eyelids. "Oh my God, what time is it?" She thought. Looking at her IPhone she realized it was still early. The funny thing was that she felt completely rested as if she had been in a time machine and had slept 100 hours. Looking over at Camilla she couldn't believe how absolutely adorable she looked with her hair tossed about and her smudged lip gloss and eye shadow, she looked so young and innocent. Any thoughts she had just had that she had dreamt the previous night were vanished. Here was living proof that in fact what she dreamt occurred actually did occur. 

Amy was now somewhat embarrassed again to be lying there naked with another woman. Somehow in the dark of the night she felt more protected. She didn't know why and knew it was silly, but that is how she felt. She quietly got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom but not before taking another look at the still motionless Camilla. 

"God is she gorgeous. Even with her matted underarm hair, her bed head and her funky aroma she looked more beautiful to Amy than at any other time since they met. The curves of her waist and breasts were so natural, Amy realized she was starting to get wet again and so hurried off to the bathroom, leaving Camilla snoring comfortably in bed. Amy thought, "Wow, for such a beautiful girl she can snore with the best of the guys!"

As she opened the door to the bathroom she had to shield her eyes from the blinding sun coming in through the skylights. Turning the shower on hot she opened the frosted glass door hopped in and closed her eyes. She remembered how Collette fussed about this bathroom when renovating last year. Should she put in a steam shower? a whirlpool?, what color tile? etc... On and on it went for months, but Amy was definitely now enjoying the fruits of Collette's labor. She knew Collette especially loved the tiled corner heated sit-down especially, she told Amy when shaving her legs. Amy at this point was happy just enjoying the hot stream of water from the big rain like showerhead while still trying to make sense of what had occurred the previous night. 

She did think the rose colored tiles were a good choice and she definitely thought the convenience of the radiant heated corner sit down was a great idea, a real luxury as opposed to cold tile in the winter. Most but not all the times when Amy visited she would use the guest bathroom but today was special and she was treating herself, she knew Collette wouldn't mind. 

Thinking back to the past evening she convinced herself that what had happened was a onetime occurrence that would never be repeated. With that thought in mind she heard a noise and before she knew it Camilla had quietly opened the shower door and stepped in, Staring at Camilla's body in the light of day was a whole new experience. Amy being bashful turned around facing the shower head while Camilla snuggled up behind her, cupping her breasts saying, "Hey, sexy your hogging all the hot water."

Amy, not having brushed her teeth yet avoided saying much but Camilla insisted placing her hands on Amy's shoulder turning her around. Now face to face with the water pounding on her back Camilla started kissing her face and around her cheeks and finally directly onto her lips parting them and probing her tongue into the entrance of Amy's mouth. Amy, not wanting to be rude opened her mouth and was taken back by the strong tastes and smells from their raunchy night but was even more taken back by Camilla's carefree attitude. She thought, "Wow these European girls are really carefree, what an attitude on this girl, I should be as carefree as her!"

Amy opened her mouth wide and Camilla's tongue hungrily moved forward. Camilla stopped for an instant and whispered into Amy's ear, "Morning kisses are the best, don't you agree?" 

Amy staring her right in the eyes fully agreed saying, "Absolutely!"

Seeing Camilla's naked body in the morning light and feeling her tongue inside her mouth already had Amy second guessing herself. Perhaps this was not going to be a one time occurrence. Camilla started soaping Amy's breasts and stomach, the feeling of which was hard for Amy to hide as her clit like a turtle's head poked through its protective hood. It felt so good, the slickness of her fingers and the smell of the soap, how her slick breasts flopped out of Camilla's grasp only to be squeezed and grasped again, it was a feeling she didn't recall ever experiencing before. She shook her head in disbelief that here she was at 42 with this young girl experiencing something so wonderful and new.

Camilla with a mischievous grin on her face knelt down in front of Amy and started soaping her pussy giving full attention to her cum and saliva encrusted hairpie. Again Amy was embarrassed for Camilla to be so close to her pussy so early in the morning before she had time to "clean up" but nothing seemed to phase Camilla as she fingered Amy's pubes ridding the area of any trace or the previous night. Camilla then lathered up some more soap this time reaching under Amy's pussy to her backdoor and again gently fingered away any leftover crumbs.

Once again Amy's pussy was on fire and ready for more, she couldn't believe her sexual appetite. She couldn't remember a time feeling this horny for this long of an extended period with a guy, not even her husband. 

Camilla guided Amy to the tiled seat and then redirected the hot shower so it was now soaking Amy's tits and stomach. "Spread your legs a little more, honey, that's it a little wider....perfect," commanded Camilla. Amy got a thrill obeying Camilla's commands.

Camilla knelt down again in front of Amy who had a nervous and somewhat pained expression on her face due to the overwhelming surge of guilt she was experiencing sitting there with her legs wide open and this beautiful girl staring right at her pussy, she felt vulnerable and yet extremely turned on all at the same time. Amy knew that with the bathroom so bright that any flaw or wrinkle she had was fully on display but was comforted by the fact that the younger Camilla seemed to desire her so much. 

Amy was watching Camilla's every move and was thinking about how different she looked this bright sunny morning sharing the shower as compared to the dark and fire lit living room the night previous. Amy thought Camilla looked more erotic and almost sinister this morning with her pouty lips more pronounced, her teeth sparkling, her wet slicked back hair, now a darker dirtier blonde color due to the water.

Amy's pulse was pounding as she stared back at Camilla noticing how erotic she looked with droplets of water beading around her sparkling green eyes, cheeks and nose. Her engorged nipples looked as if they were struggling to stay attached to her tits. 

Camilla, on her knees leaned forward and kissed Amy's stomach slowly working her way to her navel, which she tongued, licked and kissed. She then moved lower to where Amy's pubes started and teased her by pulling and tugging at her pubes with her teeth and mouth.

Camilla brought up both hands and put them on the inside thigh of Amy pushing her legs tight up against the cold tile wall and then planted her mouth directly over her clit. Amy inadvertently let out an, "Ummph", while maintaining her laser focus directed to the top of Camilla's head placed provocatively right between her legs. Camilla, mouth now totally engaged, raised her eyes so that she was looking straight into Amy's and continued the assault. Amy found it provocative to be looking down at just the eyes and forehead of such an attractive girl knowing that the girl's mouth and nose were deep into the folds of her wet smelly pussy. Amy was surprised and couldn't help but think this way; it seemed like such a dirty and sexual act.

Amy breaking away form the intensity of watching Camilla now focused on Camilla's ass. She couldn't believe how sexy Camilla's arched back and ass sticking up in the air looked. She then had to laugh to herself as the thought of the Woman's Studies class she took in College and the old sexist commercials they would analyze, one of them being an ad with the wife on her hands and knees scrubbing the floors before her husband got home and now here she was 20 years later with this chick on her knees sucking on her cunt. "Progress is fucking awesome," she thought to herself biting down on her hand as she braced her head against the wet tile. 

She watched Camilla's lips and tongue dig into her pussy with vengeance. She slowly licked her from her asshole to the top of her clit in a rhythmic and organic style, which Amy for some reason attributed to her Swedish/European background. Amy was trying to hold off on cumming as long as possible so she could sustain her high. When she felt pressure on her asshole and looked down to see Camilla's finger on her brown button she really started to lose control.

Camilla thought, "I am going to give this chick one masterful blowjob she's not ever going to forget!" With that thought Camilla brought up her fingers and started pushing against Amy's sphincter, a sure cure for Desperate Houswife-itis, Camilla knew most husbands ignored this intense errogeounous zone and loved showering it with attention. Using her spit and cum as lube Camilla used her middle finger and with some effort wiggled it up Amy's ass about half an inch, just enough to get Amy's attention away from her clit. 

Amy was moaning loudly now and she knew there was no stopping the inevitable, she couldn't help but surrender. As Camilla maintained pressure on her clit with her warm moist mouth she also was stimulating the nerve endings in her ass with her middle finger by twisting and pumping faster and faster. Amy was lost in pleasure and out of control for the third time in 24 hours. With eyes closed she reached down and grabbed Camilla's wet hair and started to instinctively push her pussy into Camilla's face. Camilla's finger was still pumping in and out of her ass and her mouth was sucking hard at her clit when she heard herself screaming at the top of her lungs. The echo seemed endless in the tile bathroom, which together with having her ass reamed would forever be lodged in her memory bank. 




Amy and The Swedish Coed



Camilla slowly pulled out her finger from Amy's anus and brought it up to her mouth, where she seductively sucked on it, finally offering it to Amy. Amy now faced with a choice was hesitant and had never done anything like that. She was not sure what to do but as she looked at a prodding smiling Camilla leaned over and also took it into her mouth. With that Camilla planted her mouth on top of Amy's and gave her a deep French kiss pushing aside her finger.

Camilla then abruptly stood up and stated that she had to scram so she wouldn't be late for her class. Amy, totally spent just sat there in the corner of the shower watching Camilla continue showering.

She felt like the luckiest woman on the planet at that moment watching Camilla soap up. It was very intimate watching her shower from so close. Camilla nonchalantly soaped up her underarms, her breasts and pussy as if know one was there. She spread her cheeks so the water could run down her asshole and wash away Amy's cum and saliva. She also bent over right in front of Amy somewhat on purpose as a reminder to Amy of the good time they had together but also to encourage another "date" sometime soon.

As Camilla bent over provocatively washing her feet and legs, Amy couldn't help but stare directly at her pussy. She was secretly wondering when she would get the chance to look at another woman's pussy and wanted to make sure she memorized every fold, nook and cranny. She was wondering what the appropriate etiquette is in situations like this. "Do I ask her for her telephone number or email or should I wait to see if she asks me? Should I see her again? Can I stay married but see Camilla on my trips to New York?" Camilla was enjoying giving this private show to Amy, as she was definitely an exhibitionist.

While Camilla was showering she thought about the picture her friends took of Amy hoping it was a good one as she loved showing off her hot conquests and always wanted to be the girl that attracted the hottest chicks. She felt Amy's panties, the ones she snuck into her bag were going to look perfect with her picture on the bulletin board of her dorm room. She smiled to herself as she knew her fellow suitemates were in awe of her success. She had by far the most panties (and smelliest, an actual category) tacked up, and the prettiest pictures by far. All that remained was to get her business card or license so she could tack that up also.

While Camilla was finishing up Amy left the shower to brush her teeth. As she was brushing she heard Camilla say from the enclosed shower, "By the way this morning was on the house, so you only owe me for last night. That will make it an even $600 OK," Does that sound fair?"

Amy toothbrush still in her mouth was silent. She couldn't speak, she was confused as she slowly processed what Camilla had just said. She thought to herself, "..what is she saying?...$600 for what?...this morning was on the house?" It didn't make sense until she thought about the night and the Midnight Rambler and the older woman with the younger girls. "Oh my God, I am such an idiot, Camilla wasn't into me she's just a hooker, a fucking call girl, Oh my fucking word I don't believe what I just did!"

"Amy, honey did you hear me?" Again Camilla called out from behind the glass.

Amy was in a state of shock and couldn't move her mouth until finally it came out, ...."Oh yeah that sounds good, yeah ah no pro...problem." Amy had to think quickly. Of course now it all made sense to her. "Do you ahh.. do you ah take checks?" Amy stated as she didn't have any cash on her.

"Nice one Amy, ...you're kidding right"? Camilla yelled over the glass.

"Well I don't have any cash on me but if you want I can go to an ATM machine and get the cash"? Amy said

"Ya, that works for me because you know there is no fucking way I can take a check, right, I mean it says it right on the Craig list listing in big fucking letters,...didn't you see it Amy"? said Camilla somewhat agitated.

Amy who was totally flabbergasted at this moment replied, "Oh ya, I'm sorry I just completely blanked out, but ya, no problem there is an ATM real close so no biggie." Amy responded trying to sound cool and calm. 

Amy's head was spinning and she had to get out of the bathroom. She darted into the bedroom where she plopped on the bed putting her head in her hands, she said to herself, "How could I be so stupid, I feel like a fool!" And then she thought about last night and the morning and a quick smile came to her face as she shook her head in disbelief. She had to be honest with herself; "It was worth every last penny and then some."