0 comments/ 8471 views/ 0 favorites Night on the Town By: KatyM With work and family commitments, its been a while since either of us has had a chance to relax and enjoy some time alone together...just the two of us. So, ironically, we decide that on one of these nights, to go into town and take in the nightlife. But being the typical female, I cannot just get ready in five minutes. I think a long, relaxing soak in the bath will relax me...mind, body and soul. You, being the gentleman you are...offer to run the bath for me...taking careful note to place a few drops of herbal essence in the water...the scent of which, when I'm relaxed enough...sends me into a world of my own...able to escape the rigours of everyday life. You even take it upon yourself to get the towels ready...threading them over the heated towel rail. For now I can't decide what to wear, so I only get my bra and panties ready...the little black set you bought me for my birthday. The panties are a high french cut...and apart from a little lace at the front, there isn't much else to them. The bra is matching black...the lace barely covering my breasts...yet enough to give your ever wondering eyes a hint at what is underneath. You let me know the bath is ready...and I can already smell the herbal essence you have placed in the bath...the scent tingling my nostrils. I open the door to the bathroom and, through the steam, I see you have placed five candles round the bath and vanity...creating a luminous glow. Mmmmmm...such thought has gone into making my bath time relaxing...and before you leave, I place a warm kiss on your cheek..."Thanks babe..." I slowly undress...taking in the surroundings and warmth of the air and atmosphere. In the background I can hear some music...you have carefully chosen an "in the mood" CD for me. I am already so relaxed that I can feel a familiar moistening between my legs...and not wanting to let the moment pass me by, I brush my hand down over my pubic hairs...feeling the warmth of my skin as my hand travels further south. I spread my fingers and trace them over the entrance to my pussy...feeling the moistness on the outer lips. I bring my fingers up to my lips and slide one after the other in my mouth...savouring my own taste...mmmmmm. Since time is of the essence, I reluctantly stop my playful game, and step slowly into the bath. The heat of the bath instantly relaxes me and, as I close my eyes, I am instantly drawn into my own little world of imagination. I can still feel the moistness between my thighs...but resist the temptation, as I think I would rather have your tongue exploring that part of my sanctity later. After a good half hour of relaxing, I figure it's time I get my ass out of the bath. I can hear you pottering around the house...humming to yourself. I grab the towel from the rail and slowly dry myself, making sure not to miss those hidden places like between my toes...and between my legs. I rub my legs dry, taking my time brushing past my inner thighs...stopping ever so slightly to notice the warmth that still emanates from between my legs. "Enough of that...or you'll never get out the front door"...I say to myself. I begin to get dressed and put my panties on...the feel of the silk against my skin is so nice. I put on my bra, also enjoying the softness of the lace and silk touching my flesh. I have decided on a blue skirt which, when held up to the light, you can see right through it. And to top things off, a halter neck top which gives a certain someone something distracting to look at. While I've been lingering in the bath you have managed to get yourself organised, having had your 5 minute shower earlier. You're looking rather handsome in a pair of jeans and white shirt. And I can smell that aftershave you have on...mmmmmmm...I can't help myself and sidle on over to where you are standing. I nuzzle quietly into the side of your neck and take in that scent. Oh boy...how can something as insignificant as a smell send tingles down my spine. Slightly taken aback at my forwardness, you gently smile in my direction...appreciating my gesture. Little do you know the moistness building up between my legs. Finally, between us, we manage to get organised enough to head off out the front door. First stop money machine. Second stop a little bar on the south side of town...there's a band playing there tonight that I think you might like. The atmosphere is buzzing as we walk in the door. You playfully mention we would have been here earlier had I not lingered so long in the bathtub. I remind you that it'll be worth it as the night goes on...and give you a quick slap on the ass as you walk up to the bar. You grab us a couple of Bourbons...how appropriate...and we find a table down the side of the bar. There are a couple of people here tonight that we know, but they seem to blend into the crowd. No doubt we will see them later as the night goes on. It's quite easy to just sit and listen to the music. We don't always find it necessary to talk. There's a thing between us called body language...and as my toes find their way underneath the table to your crotch, you begin to understand this concept of body language. My toes gravitate towards your thighs and find their destination...giving your groin a gentle push with my toes. And as you were taking a sip of Bourbon at the time...you just about drop the bottle...not expecting me to be so forthcoming so soon. I give you a sultry wink as I take away my toes. Feeling a little more relaxed I grab your hand and take you up to the dance floor. We dance to a number of songs...from slow...to fast...rhythmic to just plain old side to side. I get as close as possible to you as I can, and rub my breasts up against your shirt. I put my hands on your hips and draw you close to me...almost so close you can hear my heart beating through my top. What you do notice through my top though, is my nipples hardening. I notice your eyes move downward, concentrating on my cleavage. There are a few drops of sweat trickling down the centre of my breasts. I take my fingers and wipe the sweat away...taking my hand up to your face and wiping the side of your face. I notice you sweating a little...although I wonder if its from the dancing, or from the bulge I notice growing inside your jeans. I put my hand on that bulge in your jeans and give it a gentle squeeze...and quickly take it away again. Just letting you know that I'm in the mood for anything tonight. It's time to take a breather, so we go back and sit down. You sit down first, taking a quick sip of your drink...all that dancing has made you parched. But...not feeling like sitting in my seat...I instead place one leg either side of your lap and straddle your thighs. Anyone else looking will just think I'm sitting on your knee...but I have some inviting news for you. I take your hand and ever so inconspicuously, place it under my skirt. My heart is beating fast as I feel you maneuver your fingers round to the front of my panties. You follow the moment and brush your fingers past my pussy from the outside of my panties. As there is not too much to them, you can feel the moistness coming from the fabric. Very slowly you slide your finger to the inside of my panties and trace your fingers up and down my clit. And being the tease you are...you take your fingers away just as quick. But not before placing each one in your mouth and licking my juices off them. OH GOD...just watching you do that wants me to take you right here, right now. But all good things come to those who wait and I reluctantly hop off your lap...and you give me that smile of yours. Mmmmmmm...your face speaks a thousand words right now...and I don't need a dictionary to understand any of them. All this jiggling about on the dance floor...and my consequent lap dancing...I need to go to the toilet. I pull you up off your seat and tell you to follow me. You look at me reluctantly..."I can't go in there with you...what say they find out?"...I give you one of my "does it really matter" kinda looks, along with a wink...and you hesitantly take my hand and follow. I look around and notice that the bar has quietened down a little...which could be a good thing with what I have in mind for you. The toilets are round the back...and I guide you into the disabled toilet and lock it swiftly behind us before you have a chance to change your mind. I immediately press my lips to yours...thrusting my tongue inside. I am already wet...having already had your fingers inside my pussy tonight...and my excitement is heightened even more so by the adventurous nature of what I am about to do. I begin to unbutton the opening of your shirt...almost ripping the buttons off as I do. I kiss your chest as I strip your shirt away. My kisses become licks as I roam my tongue up and down your torso. You place your hands on my head as I playfully suck and kiss your nipples. Your cock strains for room in your pants as you start to experience a slight adrenaline rush of your own. My hands roam up and down the side of your body...grabbing your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. I kneel before you and slowly unzip your pants...gently but forcefully taking your cock out as I do. My hands rest on your thighs as I run my eyes over your now hard cock. My face is so close to your cock that I can already smell the scent of precum. I look up into your eyes...slowly moving my face forward...never losing your gaze...your hard cock now resting against my face. The look in your eyes says it all...I know you want me...and I know what you want me to do. As I hold my face there, I move my hands under your cock and gently run my fingernails over your balls. You let out a very quiet mmmmmmmm...as I continue to gently fondle your balls. I bring up both of my hands and close them round your stiff penis...squeezing tightly. I open my mouth and bring the head close to my tongue...flicking the head...teasing. My tongue slowly runs down the shaft of your cock..right down to the base...and then back up again to the head...where I swirl my tongue around the tip...making it glossy with my saliva. My lips part...allowing your cock to slowly inch its way to the back of my mouth...Oblivious to the possibility of there being someone else around ,you whisper, "OH MAN!! You can work that tongue babe...mmmmmm." I take your cock into my mouth as far as it will go...my saliva and your precum mixing together on my tongue. My eyes are closed...my head tilted back slightly. Your cock twitches slightly as I again slide my tongue up and down the shaft of your cock. I tighten my grip round your shaft and begin to jerk it slowly while still pumping it with my mouth...gradually speeding up both as I notice your twitching becoming a little more rapid. Your hand twines itself through my hair...almost using it for balance. My hands and mouth work overtime as I see the intense look of pleasure in your face. A trickle of saliva and precum trickle down the side of my mouth and onto my chin...you are soooo close to cumming. Your groans are becoming more audible now...and with every moan I pump my hand faster around your cock. Your hips are thrusting forward in rhythm...sending your cock deep into my throat. Your cock now begins to twitch uncontrollably...you hold my hair with your hands...and you let out a very loud "ARRRGGGHHHH"...as you shoot a geyser of your hot cum into my mouth. Your whole body shakes uncontrollably as I take your cock out of my mouth and continue to pump it with my hands...your cum spurting onto my chin. Slowly your orgasm begins to subside and your breathing slows to a quiet pant. I lick the remainder of your cum off the tip of your cock...using the toilet paper in the cubicle to wipe the rest off my chin and neck. You do likewise as you clean up and pop your cock back into your pants. We hastily compose ourselves as it seems from the noise outside that things are getting a little busier. I once again take your hand and lead you out of the toilets. There is a couple of people milling about in the foyer and I pass them a cheeky smile as we pass them on our way back to the bar. Throughout the night we manage to sneak in some more dances...some more glances...but don't take any more chances. I figure we have had our adventure of the night. Around 2am, both of us exhausted, we decide it's time to go home. This time, you take my hand and lead me outside as we wait for the taxi. Your hands drifts downwards and rests on my arse...my hand doing likewise on yours. Your butt is a magnet to my ever wandering hands. Once home...as if on automatic pilot...we snuggle into bed...my head resting on your chest...my arm draped over your stomach...my fingers tracing small circles on your thighs. Although it would be possible to engage in some more romantic activity...we instead lie still...listening to each others breathing...savouring the nights earlier passion. I smile as I recall our adventure in the ladies toilets and giggle to myself...not sure what I am giggling about you give me a quizzical look. I smile back at you and wink..."OHHHH!!!"...you realise what I'm laughing about and you giggle with me. Silence once again overcomes us...and we dreamily drift off to sleep...my head still resting on your chest...your arm still draped over my shoulder. After a very restful nights sleep...we awake in the morning to the sun shining through the window...another glorious spring day. We routinely go through the mornings activities of breakfast and showers...me getting slightly domestic...you pulling a few weeds from the garden. You come inside to tell me there's a nasty weed growing down the side of the house and that you're going down to the shops to get some weed killer. As you seem to have a bee in your bonnet about it, I wave you on...muttering something to myself how the bottle will sit in the garage for a month before you decide to do anything with it...lol. You seem to have been gone a while, and as the weather is heating up decide that it's an opportune time to lie out in the sun. I don cossie and suncream and perch myself on the banana lounger outside the back. The sun is quite hot and I can feel the warmth through the fabric of my costume. I drift in and out of a peaceful nap...not noticing your arrival home. You come through the front door...looking around but not able to find me. You venture towards the back of the house and look through the bedroom window. "There she is...outside napping...hope she cleaned the bath before she thought about that"...you say to yourself, smiling. You venture out the back quietly, kneeling beside me. You kiss my belly through the fabric of my costume and you notice I don't move or respond...until you feel my hand and fingers running through your hair. You turn my face towards you and look deeply into my eyes. I smile and you begin to kiss your way up towards my face. As you pass my breasts your lips brush past my nipples...first one then the other. You begin to lick and suck my ears and neck...and then move your way round to my mouth. It opens hungrily for you, and our lips join. You kiss me softly at first, then harder as you feel my tongue surging forward. Our tongues are searching and finding one another...dancing together...sliding and snaking around each other. Your hands begin to travel and roam across my body, caressing my arms up and down softly. Then you press on my breasts firmly, feeling my nipples stiffen against your outstretched palms through the fabric of my cossie. You kiss me continuously and your hands run down the sides of my body and come to rest on my ass. You grab it firmly and begin to massage my cheeks...I softly moan, and you respond accordingly. OH GOD BABY!!!...It feels sooooo good to feel your hands on my ass. You move your right hand across to my groin and start to massage my pubic mound. My arms wrap around your neck and I kiss you urgently, making your hand move around in small circles. You position my legs up and apart, breaking our kiss and bending your head down between them. You begin to kiss, lick and gently bite my inner thighs...your tongue beginning to work its magic. You position your head and pull the gusset of my cossie to one side, baring my glistening pussy to you. You move in and run your tongue up and down my labia, and then inwards, tasting my juices...which are flowing like a river...tasting like sweet honey. With your fingers you spread my lips apart, exposing my clitoris. You roll your tongue and start to play with it, teasing it. My hips begin to move, forcing my pussy into your face. Your mouth opens even wider and attempts to cover my whole sweetness. You plunge your tongue in deeply, searching the walls of my vagina, tasting me, sliding your tongue up and down, side to side. Your hands and fingers pull open my lips even wider now, so that you can plunge your tongue in deeper. My juices are covering your face and you love it. Your saliva and my juices are mixing and it's sooooo wet down there, the bottom of my cossie is stained dark from the moisture. You break away from me to unzip yourself and let your straining cock spring free. It's rock hard like hot steel, and you stroke yourself while you continue to lick my pussy through and through. Moving your tongue everywhere, you hear my breath become shallow and more urgent. You reach into your pocket and pull out a familiar sight. As I hear the buzzing sound, I am already beginning to quiver. You pass it over the top of the fabric, pressing down on my clit. You then pull it aside again and probe it around my pussy lips. My hips begin to shake and you know that I am close to cumming...you want to make me cum so much. You let your tongue slide down to my back passage and you lick me there. You force your tongue in, as deep as it will go. You move back to my sweetness, and you replace your tongue round the back with the buzzer, sliding it up and down. I am writhing now...it is getting harder to keep your face down there so you bury it more deeply, sliding your finger in and out of my pussy as you go. My moans become soft screams and you know that I am cumming. You feel my hands hold your head tightly and force you in further...this makes you go harder and deeper still. I am making guttural sounds now...rhythmical grunts making you feel sooooo sexy. You are bringing out the animal in me...you lap at my pussy like a cat laps at its milk. Slowly my sounds begin to soften and die down. I lift my head and look at you...and you smile. I can see the glistening of my juices on your face and I smile back. I am glad because I know that you really love to do that to me...and I love you doing it to me too...pure symbiosis...a mutually beneficial partnership of nature. You remove your fingers gently from my pussy and run your hand up to cup my breast. You come up to kiss me but I stop you to wipe some excess juices off your cheeks and chin. We kiss deeply and hard...and I can taste myself on your lips, as indeed you want me to. You want me to enjoy the sweetness that you have yourself experienced...and I do so with the same amount of passion you have shown me. Your cock is still rock hard...and it is obvious it needs relieving. But the heat outside has gotten a little too hot for me...so I suggest we move inside to continue our playtime. Night On The Town It was early summer time around 3 weeks after I had moved to the city on a work placement year, when my roommates decided to show me around the clubs and bars. Claire and Kate always went out. I would hear them giggling at 3am with some new guy who had walked them home along the long city streets after a night on the town. We had only met recently; Kate had been a student on placement in the office Claire worked at as a secretary. We now all worked in the same building together. Claire was 42, but didn't look a day over 30... she emanated youthful vitality and vigorously took hold of everything put before her. Kate was 24, 2 years older then me, but she giggled and bubbled everywhere like she was fresh out of high school, but with the full hour glass figure wrapped up in a lightly tanned creamy skin. Claire let her spare room to me in the modern three bedroom apartment high above the busy city. "Hannah? Are you coming out with us tonight?" Claire called up the open slatted stairs. "Yes! Come out with us Han! It's been nearly a month and we haven't even got one tequila down you." Kate giggled. Honestly I didn't want to go out. I was never good in social situations. Though ever Friday night for the past month they had asked me. "Uh... I have nothing to wear" I said as I peeped from behind my bedroom door as I pushed back my thick dark rimmed glasses onto my nose. "I'll lend you something of mine" Kate said bouncing up the stairs and into her room. Her large hazel eyes gleamed with excitement as she pulled out a short red dress. "There! This with go perfectly with your blazing red hair!" Kate said bubbling with excitement as she testing it against Hannah's young slender body. "Umm..." I searched for an excuse as I looked down upon the small piece of fabric Kate held out in front of me. "Umm...I'm not even washed... I don't have any make up and my hair is a mess" I said begging in my head that they would just leave it for another time. "Oh... I think we can sort that can't we Kate..." Claire said walking up the stairs. A naughty smile flashed across Claire's mature face which still radiated youthful vitality. She winked at Kate before dragging me into her room. "Umm... what are you doing?" I asked. I started to become a little worried as Claire dragged me into her lightly lit room. "We are going to help you to get ready while we all get ready" Claire smiled with a glint in her eye I had never seen before. "Umm... I can get ready myself" I said as I noticed Kate walk in with two dresses... the red strap dress and a short black halter neck on hangers. She placed them onto a chair before locking the door behind her. "Were sorry Hannah, but the last time you told us that you just spent ages pretending to get ready so we would leave you behind" Claire replied as she gently pushed me down onto the bed. "Now are you going to get undressed yourself and go into the shower with us or are we going to have to get you undressed?" Claire asked as she loomed over me, a tall figure with dark brown, almost black, hair. "Umm..." I began to get worried as a looked over at the locked door and then back again towards the en-suite shower room. "Umm... But you're here; I can't get undressed in front of you." "Well we're all women here. We will get undressed then may be you'll feel more comfortable." Kate giggled as she knelt beside me on the coffee coloured bedspread. Before I knew it Claire had started to slowly unbutton her blue silk blouse. It glid open showing her firm breasts which were encased by a dark lacy bra. I watched as I lay on my back staring up at her as the blouse glid down her arms. Her soft nipples peaked out from between the holes in the black lace. I didn't quite understand it, I was begging in my mind for her to slip that bra off as it toyed with me in my gaze. I didn't understand it, it felt so wrong of me. I had never thought of Claire or Kate or any other woman like this before, but now each moment seemed to get slower and slower as I watched her slide her arms out of the bra straps. My lips quivering as I watched her hands stroke down her body pulling her bra down releasing her soft delicious nipples. Watching her soft breasts, not too big but not too small, they would just fit perfectly into my hands, I thought, as I watched them bounce freely as Claire dropped the bra onto the floor. How I wanted to hold those soft breasts in my hand or feel her soft nipples touch and press against mine. I started to imagine in my head how good that would feel as she stripped off her skirt. Something inside of me knew this was very wrong as I felt my pussy start to build up its warm juices inside of me. Claire pulled down her lacy thong which clung between her perfectly formed ass checks which clenched tight around it. I felt myself clench inside as Claire bent down to roll down her stockings and remove them. Her ass flashed in front of my face, aswell as a flash of her perfect pink wet lips. I blushed hard and I became wetter as I clenched up inside. I felt so embarrassed I didn't want the others to see how much I was enjoying this... they would hate me or get upset I thought. "Well?" Claire asked standing before me in all her natural naked beauty. "Well are you going to get undressed or are we going to have to do it for you?" Kate asked as she loomed over me. Her large creamy breasts dangled and giggled in front of my face as she looked up. Kate must have got undressed behind me while I was infatuated with Claires curvy body before me. Kate's full figured but firm hour glass shaped body with its creamy skin dangled in front of me. Her firm hard nipples inches away from my lips. Something inside of me wanted Kate to fall, her hard nipple to plunge into my mouth so I could kiss or lick them even if only for a second. They looked so sweet and creamy, like large balls of toffee. Kate's breasts were much bigger and more bouncy then Claire's... Kate's breasts bounced and jiggled as her thick curly hazel hair caressed them. Where as Claire's breasts were smaller and firmer, her nipples were softer but not as hard and perked up as Kate's. "Umm..." I sat up a on the bed as I stared down at the floor attempting to hide my embarrassment at enjoying watching her beautifully naked body. My pussy was almost dripping wet as I felt Kate move behind me pressing her nipples into my back. God how I wished for my cardigan and flowery dress to be off so I could feel them against me. I so wanted to get naked with them, to be so close to the soft warm bodies, but I was enjoying it too much. If I did get naked they might notice how dripping wet my lips are or smell my scent rising out from pussy. Also something inside of me wanted them to undress me... for their hands, their bodies to glide down my skin. "Ok I guess we will have to undress her Kate" Claire said as she winked to Kate behind me. Kate placed arms around my waist holding me still and close to her. My ass pulled towards her gaping lips. Claire's hands stroked along my body carefully as she removed my cardigan and flowery dress. Kate held me tight binding me to her body as Claire worked her way along removing each and every item of my clothing until I was pressed between them complete naked on the bed. "Oh you are enjoying this Hannah and here was me thinking you were embarrassed for another reason." Claire spoke softy as she felt the warm damp heat rise from my lips reaching out to her leg which lay between my thighs. I blushed hard as she spoke to me in that strict but caring voice. "Oh... I think she's innocent... we should give here some pointers before she goes out with us tonight." Kate giggled as she bounced with joy holding me close against her large breasts. "Oh yes... I think we should give her some pearls of wisdom from someone a lot older then her" Claire smiled. Claire spoke to me softly as she traced around my wet juicy lips "Now... this is very natural... to enjoy yourself that is... shows you get turned on by something... even if it isn't juicing for someone with a large cock between their legs... shows you're interested in something..." I tried so hard to hold back my moans as I clenched with pleasure at Claire playing with my little pink clit. One of my moans managed to escape as Claire's finger swirled around my bulging clit. "Tutt tutt... doesn't take much to get you moaning Hannah...you should keep it in a bit more.. or you'll never get to the really good stuff..." Claire complained as she removed her finger from my clit as I begged open legged for more. "Oh yes... you need to make them work for your screams and moans so they don't get lazy" giggled Kate as she placed her head on my shoulder to get a better view of my worked up clit. "Hmmm... you need more stamina before we can let you go out with us... I don't want to get a bad reputation of hanging out with people who are easy to please... or they will never work hard for us..." Claire pondered for a moment. I had started to think may be I could just stay in like every other night. I could just lay in my bed dreaming about that hunky knight in shining armor from my dreams, then Claire continued. "May be you could help me Kate... give her a bit more stamina" Claire smiled with a dirty glint in her eye. "Ohhh yes..." Kate said enthusiastically. Before I knew it I was situated on the bed on all fours, my pussy lips hung just over Kate's eagerly awaiting lips. "Now we are going to start off slowly... you must only moan when Kate and I have earned it, Or else you will be punished. This shall teach you more endurance... once you've mastered this we will go on to something more intense... once you've mastered that we know your ready. Do you understand Hannah?" Claire asked sternly. "Yes, I understand... I want to have more fun... I want to be taught" I replied very much turned on by but also very scared at what Claire had in store of me if I didn't do well. I felt Claire's hand push down on my ass pressing my lips against Kate's mouth. As soon as I felt her tongue reach out and lick my red pulsing clit I let out a load moan. I couldn't believe how good something so simple felt. Just as the moan left my quivering lips I felt Claire's hand spank my ass hard sending a shiver down my spine. I very much enjoyed it, I wanted Claire to spank my tight ass harder and harder as Kate licked me but I knew if Claire didn't think I was taking it seriously she and Kate would stop. I tried my best to hold still, I was very naughty at first letting out lots and lots of moans, after a while I managed to hold onto them tight as I bit my lower lip hard. As Kate licked and probed deeper and deeper with her wet tongue and soft hands, Claire instructed me to let out some quite moans, but only quite ones. She instructed me and Kate like a conductor instructs a symphony... telling me how much I was aloud moan and shiver as she played with Kate's clit using it like a remote control telling her how fast to go on me. They continued to teach me until I was allowed to moan and scream as load as I wanted and Kate's tongue and fingers were franticly rubbing my pussy as fast as she could go. Claire removed her finger from Kate's pussy and I moved down a little to lay on top or her as we caught our breath. Our hard nipple pressing against each other as we panted both driven wildly into orgasms by Claire's forceful nature. Kate's lips were coated in my wet juices as she kissed me deeply as we waited for Claire to return. Claire returned a few moments later with something I have never seen before. I had heard of them but never seen then before that moment. It was a long double strap on. Claire told me to lay on my back, so I did as she instructed. I lay on the bed beside Kate who was still quivering. Claire climbed onto the bed and slowly eased it into me. It hurt a bit at first but after a while was moaning even more then before. I could see Claire getting all worked up and cumming hard as she fucked me harder and harder with the long latex double strap on. I could feel her hot wet juices running down the double strap on into my gaping pussy. She told me off a few times for moaning, but I was beginning to think this was now more about us 3 cumming harder and harder together then making any man work hard for us. Kate lay watching us fuck hard as she played with her dripping pussy lips. As Claire fucked me hard so hard it made the bed shake I wanted to fuck her back... I attempted to push my pelvis up to push it into her. "Oh you want to try now? Very well then" Claire said smiling with a orgasmic glow I had never seen on her before. She pulled the strap on out of me and rolled over and lay were I had been lying. She passed the strap-on to me and told me to make her proud of teaching me so much. I had completely lost myself by now. I wanted to make Claire moan hard for me. I quickly placed the strap-on on and shoved the other end of the double dildo which hung between the fabrics into my gaping pussy. I pounded the latex dildo hard into Claire and heard Kate moan hard as she fingered her clit and watched me do it. I fucked Claire as hard with the strap-on as I could as the bed hit harder and harder against the wall when Claire let out a load scream, loader then even mine. She gripped onto my ass as we fucked hard as Kate masturbated watching us. Once mine and Claire's juices drenched the bed we slide the dildos out and we kissed Kate whom had been moaning loudly during the whole thing. We all showered together rubbing and washing our juice covered bodies hiding the strong feminine sent. Although it was very late by the time we go to the club we managed to find some very handsome guys each and I myself found a very handsome 23 year old who was very nervous when he saw me in the short strap dress and my long red hair. Yet I managed to bring him out of his shell. I took everything Claire and Kate taught me and put it to good use as I rode him hard until the morning run rose above the city sky line. The poor man moaned even loader then me. I stroked his short black hair gently as I left him passed out. As I wandered out of his apartment around 6am I thought to myself as I clenched in all his cum, Claire's juices and Kate's kisses: I should go out with them more often. Night on the Town "Well, come on, chicken!" "Cluck, cluck." OK so I know it's not original, but it was the best I could do. Despite my misgivings, I got out of the minivan, smoothed my skirt across my hips, and waited for Alexis. Her name's really Alice, but she was Alexis for the night. The same way Jeanna was Gina and I was Belinda. I don't remember whose idea it was, but it was supposed to make us more exotic. Yeah, right. Three soccer moms getting exotic. Not that we didn't do our best. We all sported new hairdos -- mine was cut short with a sweep over the ears, Alexis had reddish extensions, Gina had a fresh frost -- and were dressed for a night on the town. I knew that I was going to turn heads. I had on a raw silk blouse, well what passes for raw silk these synthetic days (what do Chinese silkworms do for a living now?) and a slightly short charcoal gray skirt. The skirt had a zipper up the right side from a five inch slit. The zipper had a gold padlock at the top. I wore its gold key around a bracelet on my left wrist. I had wondered about my rings and decided to leave them at home in a safe place where my husband wouldn't come across them. Gina stashed her keys in her clutch and we were ready. Well, almost ready. I had to take several deep breaths. This was out of my league. Or was it? I hadn't needed too much convincing when Jeanna, my bridge playing friend from down the street had suggested a girls' night out. A special girls' night out. And when the whole plan was hatched, I hadn't protested too much the details. We were the Three Musketeers, all for one, one for all, one monkey don't stop no show, It'll be FUN! Maybe so, I thought..."Or the three stooges, or those silly monkeys, See No Evil, etc. Not wanting to look like country cousins in the big city, we walked straight up to the door, three abreast. The blue neon sign over the door wasn't garish. Les Nuits des Paris. It almost rhymed. Paris Nights. There was nothing garish about the club, at least not outside. We'd never set foot inside, of course, but word got around in suburbia. It was supposed to be the classiest lesbian bar in the city. A slender effeminate man opened the door for us. All the staff were men at Paris Nights. The only hustling was supposed to be among the patrons. Maybe it made the customers feel safer, or something. "Here we go," I whispered to my friends as we entered. A Hispanic maitre d' in a tux met us. Gina asked for a table. He swished right along and we swivel hipped in tow. I added up impressions as we walked. The place had muted lighting, small pools from ceiling fixtures for each table, spots around the oval bar, and multi- colored disks playing over the dance floor. The room, for a Saturday, was about a third full. It was only 10:00, early. I thought give it an hour as I perched on a stool at a tall table of four. A waiter appeared immediately. I ordered a margarita, Gina (skinny bitch with a metabolic rate of a hummingbird!) got a beer. Red wine for Alexis. We made small talk as we watched the room. There were a few groups like ours and only a few singles. Most of the customers were couples. I expected that to change, too. The deejay played a mixture of jazz and R&B. The drink was cold and good. I slowly became aware that I was being watched. It was nothing as obvious as if my husband Tom and I were in a sports bar. Certainly I wasn't being gawked at, but I knew I was being appraised by a few women. That's when I realized I was looking, too. After my second drink arrived, the bar had gotten more crowded. There were less couples, the same groups, and more singles. Gina and Alexis were looking, too. We put our heads together and compared notes. I was amazed how my mind was working. I looked at my friends for the first time in a new light: Gina, slender as a top model, her hair a silver cap, her dress a metallic turquoise slit up to her hips, dark tan; Alexis, not as big in the bust as me, but showing lots of cleavage in a blazer with a pendant accentuating the plunge, skorts that showed off her magnificent legs in smoky stocking and black stiletto heels. We all looked good. Hell, we looked sexy. I decided I was going to play the part. I crossed, uncrossed my legs, let a foot dangle, laughed a lot at dirty jokes, told a few myself, and before I knew it, the room was packed, the dance floor was full, and Gina was gone. And there was a fresh drink in front of me, one I hadn't ordered. As I raised the cold mixture to my lips, I looked over the bar. A statuesque blonde in a long sleeved beige lace blouse and miniskirt nodded to me. She smiled. I smiled back. Alexis whispered in my ear that she was going to dance and the blonde came over. "Hello, I'm Shandra. Join you?" Her smile radiated sex. Her voice whispered seduction. I matched her smile in wattage. " Thanks for the drink. I'm Belinda." Shandra took the indicated stool. "That's an exotic name. Nice to meet you. You're new here?" "Me and the girls decided to see what it's like." "And what's it like?" "It just got more interesting." She put her hand on mine, long fingered, wedding band, engagement ring with a big sparkle, carmine nails. Her hand was cool, surprising me. She leaned forward and I was looking at a cleavage every bit as deep as Alexis'. She pulled in her shoulders to deepen the ski slopes. I raised my eyes to meet hers just as Shandra glanced down from my face. My nipples tightened. I knew from past experience that, braless in this blouse, I was visible. "How nice," she complimented. I twisted my wrist so we held hands. "I could say the same thing. Hello, Grand Canyon!" OK so it was crass, worthy of a college freshman at Hooters, but her display was so blatant, I knew it was what she expected. "My husband's a sixty year old trial lawyer with Meyer and Lansky. I'm his trophy. He didn't mind the cost of a boob lift." The rings had told me, but I didn't think she'd be so open about her status. Her other hand reached out for my left. She touched the faint furrow where my own rings usually reside. "Don't worry honey. We get all types in here. Probably half of the girls are just like us. Kids and hubby at home, we're out for a little thrill, they'll never know..." "Tom will appreciate me more..." I ventured. "How right you are!" We laughed. I waggled a finger for a waiter. Shandra was sipping champagne. "Have you ever...?" I told the truth. "Not since college. You know how sororities are. You might not really want to, but you've been at a party and she's there and you think, 'Why not? It might be fun. And it doesn't mean I'm a lesbian...' " "Exactly." Her eyes held mine. Her hand tightened. I returned the pressure. Then she turned her head to see the deejay and I felt an incredible desire to brush her hair with my lips. As I leaned forward slightly, though, she turned back to me. We both grinned. She knew what had been in my mind. Seeking to explain, I recounted the events leading up to tonight. Her pale blue eyes, not contacts, I realized, rarely left my face. Her free hand rested lightly on my knee. I pressed my leg against hers. "I love this song," she interrupted when Nat Cole came over the speakers. "Dance with me?" I nodded without hesitation. On the dance floor, I moved easily in her arms. We were about the same height; our breasts rubbed gently together. When the song ended, we stood there, in our own world. Then there was Dino's "Sway with Me." The rhythm flowed through me as we danced the faster tempo, not for years had I danced that way. Our thighs, our breasts rubbed together as we moved one with the music. When the music finally ended, I kissed Shandra. It wasn't an involved kiss, no tongue, but our lips clung together. Finally we separated and went back to my table. Alexis was there, alone. I introduced Shandra. They kissed on the cheek. We had another round of drinks. Shandra took out a pack of Virginia Slims. Usually, I'm not much of a smoker, but I took a cigarette. She moved next to me and lit up with an incredibly slender gold lighter. Gina came by, holding the hand of a tiny Asian girl. She said her name was Akito. We touched lips to cheeks. They disappeared. Alexis went to dance with someone. I ordered drinks. The waiter served with an slight bow and complimented us on our dancing. Shandra and I kissed. My hand found hers under the table. "I like your friends," she said, butting the cigarette. "Shit," I said. "I hoped you like me." "Like doesn't do it justice," she told me as she leaned forward and slipped her hand inside my blouse. I gasped at the pleasant contact. My breast seemed to swell in her hand. I knew that other women could see us, and the fag waiters, but that made the contact all that more exciting. The time in college held not a candle to this, the lust and heat I'd felt with men, Tom, a brief workplace affair was nothing at all to this consuming desire. "Shandra," I barely whispered. All my desires were in those two syllables. "Give me one hour, darling." Honest, I pled, "I want the night." She palmed my tit as we kissed. Our tongues met. It was the sweetest, yet most incredibly hot kiss I'd had in years. I never wanted it to end. Shandra moved away. She released my breast and cupped my face in both hands. Her eyes were dark with lust. Her voice was husky. "I want -- I want the night, too, sweet Belinda. But all I have is an hour for you." I put my hand on her leg, ran up to the top of her stocking and stopped when I got to the elastic of her garter. I squeezed her hot woman's flesh. It was wanton, yes, but others were groping, tonguing, loving, and I didn't want to leave her. "Tonight, an hour. And if we're right for each other, I'll see you again, darling." I had to accept it. I asked her where we would go. "They have private alcoves. They're perfect." "All right." Shandra swept away to talk to the maitre d'. She was back in minutes. Her face was expectant. "Come along." I made one stop at the ladies' room, rushing to piss and touch up my make-up. My panties were moist with excitement. I was glad I'd chosen a garter and hose; I would've burned up in pantyhose. I patted my hair and joined Shandra in the corridor. We walked arm in arm up a broad sweep of curved stairs to a wide hall darkly paneled. There were half a dozen doors on either side. Our hips pressed together as she unlocked a door with a shiny silver key. The alcove was dimly lit. A silver ice bucket sat on a chrome table in front of a broad low divan. There was a wrapped bottle and crystal goblets. Shandra closed the door. I took the initiative, pressed her against the door. We kissed. Our hands cupped each others asses. I slid my fingers up under her skirt, past her stockings and their tops to a nylon-spandex panty-girdle. We swapped spit. I was breathless, but held the kiss. She rubbed her tits against my mounds. Then I brought my hands up, reached inside her top, and found the catch on her bra. I popped it open while her shaky fingers undid the buttons on both our blouses. We both gasped as our naked tits met. Hers were as big as mine and as full, but I didn't have the benefit of her lift surgery. I could see the small marks of the operation. Her nipples were perched on the top rim; mine, darker and roughened from long ago breast feeding, pointed straight ahead. She bent her head as I lifted my boobs and Shandra took my offered nipple in her mouth. She sucked like a hungry baby. I held her head to my chest and started to hum. While she sucked, I tweaked her nips and felt them harden. "My god, you're a hot bitch," she said, lifting her head, pushing me away gently. "Damn, yes." I had to smile. I was sexually responsive, but there was a fire new to me. I felt radioactive. "You need a drink, darling." She took my hand. Led me to the sofa. I stretched out while she opened the bottle, POP, and poured a goblet of frothy bubbly. She dipped her boob in it, the tit flesh barely fit, and then knelt before me. I licked the champagne from her nipple. Then she moved away, pressed the goblet to my lips. I drank and we shared the liquor. Finally the goblet was dry. She poured again and this time it was her turn to lick my tit. The cold champagne made my flesh pucker, her hot tongue made me flush. "Now," she gasped as we broke off. Shandra knelt in front of me. I had my skirt up around my waist for her. She stripped off my panties. I was open and ready for her tongue. She buried herself in my cunt. I wailed as my orgasm flooded over me. Shandra continued to work her lips and her tongue at my slit. Her hunger made me grateful I'd given myself a fresh and careful shave; usually I'm content with a sloppy trim unless it's summer and swimsuit season. I'd never felt such a wonderful mouth. I was in endless ecstasy. It was the difference, I thought, between a man and a woman. She knew what a woman wanted. I vowed that when the time came, I'd be as good. That's when I knew what I needed to do. I sat up straighter, reached down outside my thighs, and cupped her magnificent boobs. I heard, no I felt moan into my cunt. I squeezed gently as she went back to sucking my clitoris. I came again! Shandra slowly lifted her face from my loins. Her face was smeared with my juices and it was flushed. She smiled. "I," I gasped, " I love you." "Of course you do..." she whispered as I pulled her to me for a long and lingering kiss. There was a combination of my cunt juices and her lipstick that drove me wilder with lust. I licked her lips, kissed her cheeks, even kissed her eyelids as we embraced. "Sweetheart, let me—" "Hush." She put a crimson tipped finger to my lips. " I know exactly what you want." Shandra straightened. She stripped off her top, followed with her bra. She handed the lace cups to me and pressed them to my face. I inhaled her fragrance. "Now, darling." She knelt back between my spread thighs, all the while holding her eyes with mine. Her eyes flamed. Her lips smiled. Shandra cupped her large breasts. Slowly, she put both hands around her left breast and caressed it. The blue veins were rivers across the pale flesh. I was spellbound, breathless. She bent forward and pressed her tit against my wet cunt. I gasped as she worked at my slit. Up, down. Back, forth. "Shandra, sweetheart!" She fucked my cunt with her tit. I grabbed my thighs and spread as far as I could. I wanted to open for her entire mound. It was wonderful. I'd never felt anything so sensuous as this golden creature's tit forced against my sex. We rocked together gasping for breath from our exertions. I came again on her fucking tit. I fell back, exhausted. "Was it good, Belinda?" "Goddamn," was all I could pant. "Let me help you." She freed me from my blouse. She took the bracelet from my wrist and unlocked the key to my skirt. She slid open the zipper, baring my lace and stained panties, my garter, my stockings... I lay back on the divan. I shone with sweat. I pressed my damp hair back; my new hairdo, so carefully worked over, was a sodden ruin. I couldn't care less, though. I felt more alive than I had in years. I stretched languidly. She picked up my discarded panties and sniffed at them. She lingered over their aroma. Shandra looked me up and down. I still wore my garter, stockings, and suede ankle wrap pumps. "It's not fair, that I'm naked." "I know," she whispered. "Be naked for me, love." "Yes, darling." Shandra half turned from me. She bent to remove her shoes. She unfastened the skirt and let it slide down her long legs. Her naked skin was flawless, from her high breasts to her indented navel to her stockinged feet. All she wore was her boy cut body shaper and hose. Slowly she put one foot up, undid her stocking, and rolled it down and off her leg. She did the same again. She hooked her thumbs in the panty shaper. "Please." "Do you love me?" "I love you, Shandra." She turned away, put her thumbs down and stripped off her nylon garment. Her ass was wonderful, round as her boobs, full. Then she turned and I saw her cock. "Disappointed?" she asked as I gaped at her, his cock! It sprang up from the constraints of her, his! shaper. His hairless balls hung down. "You won't be disappointed for long." The transvestite dropped between my thighs and his cock was aimed right at my cunt. I was too shocked to try to avoid. It plunged in. I wasn't ready for it, despite my wetness. It's thickness spread me open wide. I should've fought, I should've screamed, but the sudden assault held me silent till the pleasure hit me. I looked between our bodies, past my swollen boobs and his enhanced ones and I saw a thick cock plunging between my lips. A cock every bit as good, no, better than my husbands, more than I could hope to dream about. I started to thrust against the she-male. He noticed my sudden willingness and bent his head to kiss me. Our kiss was passionate, exciting. Our thighs slapped together. My hands went to his breasts and I twisted them. "Arrghhh!" he howled and I felt the sudden flood as he came in me. It wasn't just reflex as my legs flew around his hips, it was passion, and I pulled him tight against my loins. His cock spasmed in me, time after time. We kissed like new found lovers. He lay atop me and our lips never parted. Slowly, my legs released his hips. "Darling?" "Yes, sweetheart?" "Do you hate me?" "Get off me." Slowly, almost timidly, the transvestite got off me. He sat as I sat up. also. I went to my knees between his thighs and kissed his cock. I sucked his cock. I licked his balls. His cock grew hard and I sucked it all the way down my throat. My fist jerked him. He was fully as big as he'd been in my cunt. He tasted of male cock and my cunt. It was a taste I knew so well. I savored it. I put my hands under his hips and levered him up. I let go us his cock and licked his shaven asshole. I drove my tongue against the puckered ring. All the time he was calling my name and begging. The same way I'd begged. I swallowed his cock and grabbed his nuts. At last, there was what i wanted, needed, a gush of cum and I had to gulp it down. The cum was almost as much as it had been in my cunt. I swallowed it like a starving titty baby. We finally laid side by side on the low divan, arm in arm. My cheek rested against his boob, his hand toyed with my nipple. "Do you hate me, darling?" "Don't ever think that," I told him. I rose up on one elbow, looked at his feminine face, and kissed his smudged lips. The kiss was soft and lingering. Then we gazed at each other. Sweat had made a mess of his make up. I knew my make up was ruined, too. "I'm Shane. I need to clean up and dress." "Barbara." Not saying anything else, we got up. He gently washed my face. The contrast between the love goddess upper body and Adonis lower was striking. When he cleaned between my legs, I thrilled at his touch, but calmed myself. It was the same when I wiped down his loins; he got hard, but we ignored the temptations. Then we dressed. He had trouble fitting his cock between his legs and I laughed at his discomfort. We went down to the club when we were once more lesbian lovers. At my table, Gina and Akito shared a drink. Alexis sat holding hands with a stocky brunette. When we saw each other, our eyes held guilty secrets. The six of us shared goodnight kisses. Then Jeanna and Alice and I left. They wanted to hear about Shandra and me, but all I admitted was that the two of us had traded telephone numbers.