12 comments/ 26784 views/ 11 favorites The Erotic Adventures of Lenore Ch. 01 By: Tenniecee Chapter 1: From Darkness into Light Lenore pulled her 320Z to the side of the road and double-checked the address, 91281 Pacific Coast Hwy, Florence, OR. According to the GPS, it should be within 100 yards of her location, but there was nothing. No house, no driveway, no mailbox, nothing. She was about to give up and call the number she had been given for directions when she saw a paved turnout on the seaward side of the highway about 50 yards ahead. After checking both directions, she zipped across the highway to the turnout. It was barely fifteen feet wide and no more than three car lengths long, but at the north end was a narrow paved driveway almost totally hidden by the lush green trees along the coastal highway. As she approached the driveway, Lenore noticed a weather black 6x6 post set just to the left of the narrow road. On it the number the 91281 had been painted in yellow. This must be the place. Lenore eased her little sports car along the narrow road as it wound its way among the windswept pines. As she passed a moss-covered boulder nearly twice as large of her car, Lenore saw a house on the cliff side. Driving closer, she could see that the house had been built into the cliff face itself, as if the building were part of the land around it rather perched on top. Parking her car in one of the spaces outside the two-car garage, Lenore grabbed her purse and overnight and made her way to the front door. She was about to knock when she saw the envelope with her name on it taped to the door. Inside was a note. "Had to make a quick trip into town. Just leave your luggage in the entryway and make yourself at home. You'll find some refreshment on the kitchen table." The entryway was stylishly decorated in art deco style. Lenore set her purse and overnight bag on a small oak table. Above the table was a magnificently mirror. Three feet wide and four feet high, the mirror had the classic angles of 1920's art deco. Looking closer, Lenore realized both the table and mirror were not modern reproductions but original pieces. It was obvious that the owners had the money to indulge in their passions. Stepping into the living area she found that the art deco theme continued throughout the house. The room was large but there was a coziness to it that she found appealing. The entire west wall was floor to ceiling windows set into classic art deco style frames of polished aluminum. Lenore stood at the window to admire the magnificent view. From the vantage point overlooking the secluded cove below, Lenore could see the deep blue-green Pacific stretching to the horizon. Fishing boats framed by the distant grew clouds made the view look more like a painting than real life. Tearing herself from the view, Lenore quickly found the kitchen just off the living area. It was large and well laid out, obviously designed for entertaining. On the counter she found an open bottle of champagne sitting in an ice bucket with a crystal champagne flute near by. Next to the wine was another envelope with her name on it. "Pour yourself a glass of wine and go down the stairs to the last door in the hallway." Odd instructions she thought. Looking at the note more closely she decided that the precise handwriting had a distinctly feminine flare. Lenore poured a glass of wine and tasted the champagne. It was outstanding. The tiny bubbles tickled her tongue and the flavor was like nothing she'd ever encountered. There seemed to be an energy to the wine. It had the perfect combination of sweet and dry with notes of pastry, lemon, and a ever so subtle hint of smokiness. Lenore picked up the bottle for a closer look at the label: 1996 Dom Perignon Oenotheque, a very expensive wine to set out for light refreshment. She enjoyed another taste, topped off her glass and wondered out to find the stairs. Quickly finding the stairway just opposite the kitchen, Lenore made her way down to the lower floor she found a well-lit hallway with several side doors and at the end, a large decorated door. The door opened to reveal the largest bedroom Lenore had ever seen. Like the rest of the house it was decorated in opulent art deco style, but it was the bed that grabbed Lenore's attention. It was huge. She figured it was over six feet long and at least nine feet wide, twice the size of the full bed in her bedroom. The huge headboard reached nearly to the ceiling. The silk bed cover was obviously handmade. Depicting an erotic scene in art deco style, it was a piece of art worthy of a major gallery. On the pillow nearest the door she noticed another envelope with her name on the front. It was written in the same hand as the others. Picking up the envelope reveled a black silk sleep mask. Setting her champagne on the bed table, Lenore opened the envelope and read the note inside. "Please remove all your clothes and place them on the dressing table near the window. Move to the center of the bed. Put the sleep mask on and lay on your back with your hands at your side." Lenore was shocked. What had she gotten herself into? At the bottom of the note was another message. "You have nothing to fear. You will be safe." Lenore picked up her wine, sat on the edge of the bed and contemplated her situation. It had been over three years since Allen passed away. She had mourned his death for over two of those years, but in the past few months she felt a growing urge to rejoin the human race. Allen had provided well for her during their twenty-six years together, and had her with a substantial legacy, more than enough to live well for the rest of her life. She took a sip of the wine. The exquisite taste reminded her of why she had accepted the invitation in the first place. Her life with Allen had always been filled with adventure. From their honeymoon in Yellowstone Park to their twenty-fifth anniversary in Fiji, he had always done his best to show her the variety of experiences life had to offer. In the years since his passing Lenore's world had gone dark. With no one to share her life, she never went out and seldom socialized. Her days were spent reading, exercising, and watching old movies. In the few months Lenore began to rediscover the world around her. She began to get out of the house, indulging her fondness for antiques by roaming second-hand stores and antique malls. Occasionally she would treat herself to dinner out, returning to Allen's favorite restaurants. She felt like she was reawakening after a long sleep. She also found that she not only missed the adventure, she craved it. She wanted to experience new and exciting things. Taking another sip from her glass, Lenore made up her mind. Draining the remaining champagne in a single gulp, she set her glass on the night table, kicked off her shoes, and began to unbutton her blouse. Lenore had her clothes off in a few minutes, folding them neatly and placing them on the dressing table. She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. At a mere four foot six on her tiptoes, she was tiny. During her college days she had wished she were taller and often worn platform shoes. That all changed after she met Allen. While her would often make jokes about her height, Lenore knew her diminutive size was one of the things he had loved about her. She cupped her 32 C breasts. Her small size made them look like a taller woman's double D's. Time and gravity had taken a toll but she had always tried to keep in shape and her efforts showed in a toned figure even at 46. She glanced at her pussy. On a whim, she had decided to shave shortly after receiving the invitation. Her pink lips were bare except for a small narrow patch just above her slit. What did they call it these days, a landing strip? Lenore giggled at the thought. At least it retained her original auburn color. Turning from the dressing table, Lenore grabbed the sleep mask, hopped up on the mattress and crawled to the center of the bed. Taking one last glance around the room, she placed the sleep mask over her eyes and lay her head on the silk pillow. There was nothing she could do now but wait. Time drifted slowly by and Lenore began to reconsider her situation. She was blindfolded, naked, and alone, lying in an unfamiliar bed in a strange house, all because she craved a little adventure, what was she thinking. If she had the sense God gave a duck, she would get her clothes on and leave this place as quickly as possible. Still she continued to lie in the quiet house, awaiting who knows what. She had no reason to play it safe and a very compelling reason to live life on the edge. A cool breeze washed over her naked body causing her nipples to tighten. Lenore was enjoying the feeling when she suddenly realized what had caused the breeze; the door had been opened. There was someone else in the room. Listening carefully, Lenore could hear the faint rustling of footsteps in the plush carpeting followed by the slight but distinctive creak of the dressing table chair. A few seconds later she heard the sound of a zipper. Whoever was in the room was undressing. Lenore's heart began to pound. What had she gotten herself into? Time seemed to stand still. Seconds passed like minutes as Lenore tried to anticipate the Visitor's next move. The anticipation was so nearly unbearable she thought she would scream. Lenore felt the movement of the mattress as the Visitor crawled onto the bed. She tried to control herself taking long, deep breathes. Deprived of sight all she had was the rustle of silk and movement of the mattress to let her know the Visitor movements. Soon the Visitor was right next to her, so close that Lenore imagined she could feel the Visitor's body heat. Seconds passed. Nothing. A full minute passed and still nothing. The anticipation was overwhelming. Lenore could feel her heart rate increase with each passing second. She was about to speak, to somehow break the tension, when she felt the warmth of the Visitor's breath on her right breast. The Visitor was close enough to touch her and yet did not. Lenore shivered with excitement. Once again Lenore felt the warmth of the Visitor's breath on her breast. This time a wave of pleasure washed over her. She heard a soft moan of delight. The silk coverlet rustled ever so slightly as the Visitor moved. Lenore felt the warmth of the Visitor's breath on her naked tummy. Once again she heard a soft moan of delight. The Visitor moved again. The pause was longer. Even though she knew it was coming, the sudden feeling of the Visitor's warm breath on her pussy surprised Lenore. The moan of pleasure was much louder. Lenore became aware of the source of the moans. They were her own expressions of joy. The Visitor moved again, and Lenore felt an ache of desire building within her. An ache both familiar and distant as her body recalled half forgotten memories of lustful joy. It had been nearly four years since she had experienced the primal desire of sex. Lenore gasped as the Visitor softly caressed her cheek. Soft full lips kissed her own. Inviting more, Lenore opening her mouth slightly as an intense feeling desire began building within her. The Visitor's tongue demanded entrance. Lenore was more than happy to acquiesce. Their tongues danced, sharing the pure animalistic joy of lust. Both were breathing hard when Visitor broke off the kiss. A warm hand once again caressed Lenore's face with long feminine fingers. The kiss that followed was like none other that Lenore had ever experienced. The Visitor's hot, passionate tongue probed Lenore's open mouth deeper. The hand that had once caressed her cheek slid behind her neck and pulled her closer to the Visitor's unseen face. Lenore wanted to give herself completely. She had not experienced such joy, such passion since losing Allen. Half aware, Lenore felt a movement on the mattress. The Visitor was on her right, but the movement came from her left. Someone else was on the bed. A wave of apprehension caused her body tense as the fight or flight instinct took control. The Visitor sensed her fear and softly caressed her face. The lips that had kissed her so passionately were next to her ear. "Don't worry, you are safe," the Visitor whispered in a breathy voice. "We are here to give you pleasure and return you to the light and land of the living." As if on queue Lenore felt the hand of the Other caress her face. The fingers were thicker yet the touch as gentle as the Visitor's. A new set of lips kissed her gently. The Other's mouth was larger and stronger. Lenore allow the Other's tongue entrance to her mouth. The kiss was sensual and enjoyable but the Other lacked the unbridled passion of the Visitor. Hands began to roam freely over Lenore's body. The Visitor cupped her right breast as long fingers played with her taut nipple. The Other's strong hand fondled her tummy. Moans of pleasure filled the room. Lenore knew they were her own expressions of joy, yet they seem to come from someone else. As two pair of lips caressed her nipples suckling her like children nursing, Lenore arched her back uncontrollably as her body expressed a desire for more. As the Visitor and the Other suckled at her breasts, their hand began to move lower. Lenore opened her thighs to the joy she prayed would come. Their hands eagerly explored her inner thighs cause goose bumps along her legs. Lenore's moans of pleasure were continuous as her sexual excitement increased. The musky smell of sex began to fill her nostrils, yet another assault to her senses. The dampness flowed from her pussy flooding the silk coverlet beneath. She couldn't remember feeling so wet. An electric thrill coursed through Lenore's body as the hand of the Other lightly stroked her pussy lips. Spreading her knees, she lifted her hips inviting more. The Other was happy to oblige, stroking her pouty lips again and again. A wave of pure animal pleasure was building deep within Lenore's loins as feelings of wonton desire and lust, feelings she had not experienced for years, were reborn within her. Her guttural moans filled the room. Working in concert, the Other gently spread Lenore's pussy lips as the Visitor slid a finger deep into her cunt. Lenore's groans of pleasure grew louder. The Visitor withdrew her finger and lightly stroked Lenore's swollen clit. Catlike screams of pleasure echoed from the walls as wave after wave of erotic joy exploded from her pussy. Lenore was lost in a world of delight as her first orgasm in nearly four years coursed through her body. The Visitor and the Other held Lenore tightly as she slowly recovered from her orgasm. She could feel dampness against her hip and the breasts of the Visitor as the woman snuggled up to her right side. To her left, she could feel the stiff cock of the Other at her left hip as he held her closer. The lips of the Visitor caressed Lenore's ear. "Are you ready for more?" "Yes" As the Visitor kissed her passionately, Lenore felt the Other move between her legs. He's going to fuck me. Lenore felt a thrill of excitement. Allen had been the only man to fuck her in over 28 years. For a fleeting second, Lenore experienced a twinge of guilt, a feeling that she was cheating on Allen. Realizing that Allen would want her to enjoy her life, she opened herself to the exciting idea of experiencing a new cock. The thrill of adventure was more than Lenore had hoped for. "Lift your hips, Lover" The voice was low and masculine. Lenore felt a pillow slid under her butt as she followed the Other's instructions. Bending her knees, Lenore found herself in the perfect position to accept the Other's body into her own. The Visitor's began caressing Lenore's tummy slowly moving lower with each touch. Soon the soft, feminine hand was caressing her pussy lips. Lenore gasps as two fingers slid deep into her cunt. The feeling was exquisite. "I think she ready." "Oh yes, please." Lenore cried, "Fuck me. Please fuck me." The Other was only too happy to oblige. Lenore felt the hot tip of his cock slide along her pussy lips. The Visitor's hand stroked her the soft hair of her landing strip, then reaching lower, spread Lenore's pussy lips. The touch of the Other's cock to her clit caused an electric shock to course through her body. A guttural groan escaped her lips. "Please" she pleaded. More than anything else in the world, Lenore wanted the Other's cock in her cunt. She wanted to feel the heat of his body deep within her own. Instead of entering her, the Other slid the length of his cock up and down between her damp pussy lips. His cock was thicker than she had imagined. The ridges of his hot, steel hard member filled Lenore with wanton anticipation. "Please fuck me," she pleaded. His body moved forward. Lenore heard his grunt of pleasure as the ridge of his thick cock-head penetrate her tight, wet cunt. Moans of lustful joy filled the room. Relishing the feeling of his hot cock as it sunk deeper into her body, Lenore spread her leg wider, inviting the Other to thrust his hot throbbing member deeper into her tight cunt. Moving slowing, the Other pushed forward. The feeling of fullness was exquisite. All she could think of was more. Give me more. His body penetrated deeper and deeper into her own until suddenly Lenore felt his balls brush against her ass as the tip of his cock pressed against her cervix. No one, not even her beloved Allen had been so deep into her cunt. The feeling was like none other she had ever experienced. "Fuck!" Lenore screamed in pure lustful delight. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She suddenly loved to hear the word. The Other began moving his cock in and out of her cunt like some mighty piston. The sound of their love making filled Lenore's ears. The Other's deep breaths mingled with her own ragged breathing. Grunts, moans, cries of delight filled the room. Lenore giggled like a schoolgirl as the Visitor's tongue suckled her nipples. The passion of the Visitor's kisses fed her animal lust as the Other fucked her cunt like a mad man. The sweet musky smell of sex was everywhere. "Does his body please you?" the Visitor whispered in Lenore's ear. "Oh yes" Lenore screamed. "What more do you desire" The Visitor's voice as seductive. "I want his cum." Lenore cried without thinking. "Fill my pussy with cum!" Lenore was lost in a world of primal pleasure. She felt the almost painful pressure of a cosmic orgasm building deep within her cunt. Her cries of sexual excitement were muffled by the Visitor's increasingly passionate kisses. Lenore felt a sudden change in the Other's rhythm and knew instinctively that he was about to cum. Reaching out for the first time, Lenore grasp the Visitor's hand and quickly guided it to her pussy. She desperately wanted to feel the Visitor's fingers on her clit when the other came. The Visitor need no other encouragement and began to immediately fondle Lenore's love button. The sexual pressure in her cunt was incredible. Lenore felt as if she was going to explode. Grunting in pleasure at thrust of the Other's cock, the Visitor suckling her nipple. Lenore was at the center of a universe of sexual pleasure. With a growl like a big cat, the Other thrust himself even deeper into Lenore's body. She could feel the Other's body pulsing white hot cum into her cunt. That was all it took. A tsunami of pleasure washed over her body, as a gigantic orgasm exploded from the very core of her being. Her screams of ecstasy mingled with the Other's deep growls of delight. Lenore felt the Visitor's mouth on her own. Her passionate kiss was more than Lenore could stand. As the Visitor's tongue thrust deep in her mouth, Lenore's world exploded in a flash of white light. The Erotic Adventures of Lenore Ch. 02 Author's note: First of all, let me thank everyone who commented on my first story. I do so appreciate your thoughts. My stories are plot driven, so if this is your first exposure to the Erotic Adventures of Lenore, I suggest you read the first story in the series. Finally, if you enjoy my stories, please take a few moments and vote. Thanks! ***** I kissed a girl and I liked it. Lenore slowly became aware of her surroundings. She was warm and comfortable, snuggled between satin sheets, her head on a soft silk pillow. Still half asleep with eyes still closed, she reached out tentatively to see if anyone else was in the bed. Nothing to her right. Rolling over, she reached out again. Nothing to her left. Lenore slowly opened her eyes and found the room bathed in soft morning light. Propping herself up on her pillow, she saw that she was alone in the middle of a huge bed in an opulent bedroom, the same bedroom that had been a part of her strange and exciting dream. But was it a dream. Fully awake, she sat up and looked around the room. There on the dressing table were her clothes, right where she had put them in her dream. She needed to investigate further, but more importantly, she needed to answer the call of nature. Getting out of the bed was no simple chore. It was so large and there were so many covers that it took nearly a full minute before Lenore was finally able to make her way to the edge and set her feet on the soft carpet. Tiptoeing to the partially open door she took to be entrance to the bathroom, she peeked around the corner. It was indeed the bathroom and happily, it was empty. Ducking in the room, she closed the door after her and made a quick dash for the commode. Lenore gave a soft sigh at the release of the pressure on her bladder. Looking around the room, she noticed a large glass door. Lordy but a shower would feel good. Finishing her business, Lenore slowly opened the door to the bedroom and peeked out. She was still alone. Ducking back in the bathroom, she opened the shower door, and discovered the most unusual shower she had ever seen. It was a room unto itself, big enough to accommodate at least four people. There were multiple showerheads on three walls and the ceiling, but it was the wall opposite the door that drew Lenore's attention. Just like the living room and bedroom, the west wall was a floor to ceiling window with the same stunning view of the Pacific. Standing naked at the window, Lenore looked out on the cove below. It was late morning and there were several people walking along the beach. For a few seconds she felt exposed until she realized that the beach was quite some distance away and that it would take a powerful set of binoculars for anyone to see her state of dress or in this case, undress. Giggling at the idea, she waved at the people below. Who knows she thought, I might just give them a thrill. Lenore turned and took a moment to study the shower controls. The small screen offered several settings. Choosing "vigorous" and setting the temperature to 100 degrees, Lenore pushed the ON button. Strong pulses of hot water erupted from every showerhead. Stepping to the center of the room, Lenore allowed the water to caress and massage every inch of her body. Lenore reached for one of the two handheld showerheads, pressed the button on the side and was rewarded with a stream of rapidly pulsing water. At first she used the handheld showerhead to massage her neck and shoulders, then on a whim, she directed the powerful jet of water towards her pussy. The feeling was sublime. Spreading her legs, she moved the shower head back and forth so that the torrent of water massaged her ass and pussy. Soon the delightful pressure began to build deep within her loins. Reaching down with her free hand Lenore spread her pussy lips, exposing her swollen clit to the rapidly pulsing water. The feeling was electric. She began to feel weak at the knees as sexual pressure rapidly expanded deep in her cunt. The explosive orgasm caught Lenore by surprise. Screams of pleasure echoed off the walls as waves of sexual bliss crashed through her quivering body. Dropping the showerhead, she slumped to the floor as a final massive wave of pleasure overtook her. Lenore lay panting on the shower floor as orgasmic aftershocks coursed through her trembling body. The hot water cascading from the walls and ceiling helped her to recover. After a few minutes rest, she was able to catch her breath and get to her feet. She spent a few minutes more enjoying the pulsing hot shower before she finally pushed the OFF button. Stepping back into the bathroom, Lenore took a towel from several draped over the rack next to the shower door. She expected it to be luxurious and was not disappointed. After quickly drying herself, she wrapped the large towel around her as best she could and opened the door. Cautiously peeking around the edge of the door, Lenore found that she was still alone in the room; however, as she walked through the doorway into the bedroom, she saw that the bed had been made and there was a nightgown laid out at the foot of the bed nearest the bathroom door. Someone had been in the room during her shower. They had been in the room while she pleasured herself with the shower. They had been in the room when she screamed as her orgasm overtook her. Oddly, Lenore found that she was both frightened and excited by the thought. Stepping to the bed, Lenore picked up the nightgown with both hands and held it at arm's length. It was a full-length gown in robin's egg blue with a delicate Art Deco design on the décolletage. The shear material was like soft butter in her hands. A fleeting look at the label proved her assumptions, Chanel. Dropping the towel to the floor, Lenore quickly shimmied into the diaphanous garment. It was so light it felt as if she was wearing nothing at all. Moving to the mirror, she marveled at the way the material flowed around her. She felt like a teenager trying on her first ball gown, or maybe a bride readying herself for her wedding night. In either case, Lenore thought it was the most beautiful garment she had ever worn. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt a sudden pain of grief. She desperately wished to share her joy with someone. For over twenty years, that someone had been Allen. The sudden reminder that he was gone and she was alone in the world washed over Lenore like a cold shower as the momentary joy she had relished just moments ago vanished in its wake. Standing silent before the mirror, Lenore closed her eyes as she tried to regain her composure as yet another surge of sorrow washed over her. Deep inside she knew that she desperately needed to move on. She knew that is what Allen would want her to do. She knew she had only two choices, submit to the grief and disappear into an emotional pit of despair, or overcome the heartache of her loss and return to the land of the living. "Return to the land of the living." The Visitor had used that same phrase in her dream. But it wasn't a dream. Suddenly Lenore's life had purpose; she needed to discover the identities of the Visitor and the Other. Without a second thought, Lenore stormed out the bedroom door and took the stairs two at a time. Reaching the top of the stairs, she hesitated. There were voices coming from the kitchen. She quietly made her way to the kitchen door. Turning her ear to the door, Lenore listened quietly to the voice on the other side. One male and the other female, it had to be them. How does do you introduce yourself to strangers with whom you have had sex. Lenore was sure that the situation was not terribly uncommon, but doubted she could find advice in "Miss Manners". Steeling herself to the unknown, she boldly pushed the swinging door and walked into the kitchen. The smiling face turned to greet her. "Good morning, Dear. Feeling better after your shower?" Lenore blushed at the thought of the shower. "Yes," there was hesitation in her voice. Steadying herself, she responded stronger "Yes, it was quite nice, thank you." "So glad you enjoyed it." The woman said with a puckish grin. "I find a hot shower first thing in the more does wonders for my outlook on the day." The woman's figure and poise totally captivated Lenore. Dressed in a nightgown of pail sea foam green that was so sheer that Lenore could easily make out every detail of the woman's nearly perfect body. She was diminutive, no more than an inch or two taller than Lenore. Her breasts were small but perfectly suited for her small frame, but it was her face that drew Lenore's attention. The woman's aquiline features and high arching eyebrows gave her the mysterious and charismatic look of a gypsy. Lenore was totally captivated. Gliding around the center island, the woman took Lenore by the hand and led her to a breakfast nook at the far corner of the kitchen. "You must be famished!" Her voice had a distinctly melodic tone. "Let's you and I have a chat while Don fixes us some breakfast." Lenore turned to see a tall man, nearly six foot tall, standing near the center island. The woman had so completely mesmerized Lenore that she missed him entirely even though he had been standing right next to her. "Yes, please." Lenore stammered, "That would be lovely." The woman seated herself in the chair beside Lenore. "I'm sure you have many questions." "I do." Said Lenore regaining her composure. "The first of which is, and please forgive me for my bluntness, who are you?" The woman's laugh was like the soft ringing of wind chimes. "Yes of course, introductions are in order. My name is Beatrice, though most people just call me Bea. My husband's name is Dante, Dante Lupei. Their names jogged an old memory for Lenore. "Wait, I remember now, Don and Bea, you are old friends of Allen, from before I first met him. I still have the Tiffany vase you sent us as a wedding gift." "Yes, Allen, Don, and I were friends from childhood." Bea took Lenore's hand in her own and held it gently. "We were devastated by his sudden passing. He was more than family to us." Lenore was speechless. Even after twenty-five years of marriage, she knew next to nothing about Allen's life before they first met. These people knew him from childhood. Surely they could reveal Allen's mysterious past, they could explain the scars and the dreams. Setting a delicate saucer with a small cup of hot coffee on the table, Dante saw the look in her face and quickly intervened. "Turkish, sweet with a pinch of cardamom. Am I right?" Lenore looked up at the tall man standing beside her. His face smiled warmly back at her, but there was a subtle look in his eyes that told her this was neither the time nor the place. "Yes, thank you. Allen introduced me to Armenian style coffee on our first date and I've loved it ever since. I believe they call it kagcr." "Your pronunciation is quite good. Allen taught you well" There was a distinctly Balkan accent to his voice. His face reflected the same gypsy heritage as his wife. While Don served a simple breakfast of yogurt, fruit and croissants, Lenore and Bea chatted about the house and their mutual love of all things Art Deco. She noticed Don's gaze lingering on her breasts as he took his seat across the table. His demeanor conveyed a feeling of confidence, strength and sexuality with an air of foreign mystery that Lenore found most appealing. Lenore felt her face blush followed by a sudden dampness between her legs as she remembered the feeling of his cock deep in her pussy. She saw a look of smoldering desire in his eyes and knew that he too was reliving their passionate lovemaking. Lenore held her hand to her cheek and lowering her eyes. She felt like a teenager on her first date. "Dante, now look at what you have done. You've embarrassed our guest." Lenore looked at Bea saw once again her puckish smile. "But Sirekan, I was only admiring her nightgown." Don said, mocking innocence. "I said nothing." "Just admiring her nightgown?" Bea rolled her eyes. "You were admiring more than her nightgown, you old letch. Time for you to get dressed and run your errands" She turned her attention to Lenore. "Now run along and let us girls get to know each other better." Looking at Bea's sparkling black eyes, Lenore saw a glimpse of desire, a sentiment that she returned in kind. "Yes, my pet." Don said as he stood and gathered the breakfast dishes from the table. "Your every wish is my command." "As it should be." Bea responded with a wink towards Lenore. Leaning forward and placing her hand aside her mouth in the classic conspiratorial gesture. "It's always best to keep them in their place, don't you agree." She said in a loud whisper. Don quickly cleared away the breakfast dishes and made his way out of the kitchen as Bea and Lenore lingered over a second cup of coffee. Several minutes later, Don, now dressed, popped his head around the kitchen door and announced his departure. The door was still swinging as Bea stood and took Lenore by the hand. "Let's enjoy our time together." She said in a seductive tone. With Lenore safely in tow, Bea made her way down the stairs to the bedroom. Once inside she quickly removed her nightgown, then turned to help Lenore. Within moments the two women stood naked facing each other. Bea's body had the curves of a healthy woman. Like Lenore, her pussy was bare except for a small patch just above her slit. Her pussy lips, like Lenore's, glistened with the dampness flowing from her cunt. Taking the initiative, Bea stepped forward, wrapped her arms around Lenore, and kissed her passionately. Lenore detected the faint taste of cherry Chapstick as she pulled Bea closer and slid her knee between Bea's legs. Bea responded by grinding her wet pussy onto Lenore thigh. Lenore broke their kiss and looked deep into Bea's eyes. There she saw the fire of animal passion, the same passion welling up within her body. With a soft sigh, Lenore pulled Bea closer, thrusting her tongue between open lips. Lenore felt Bea's thigh slide between her legs and press against her crotch. The two women writhed in pleasure as each enjoyed the carnal touch of the other. Bea broke their embrace, stepped back, and taking her hand, crawled onto the bed, pulling Lenore with her. Lenore was suddenly lost. Never before had she made love to a woman. "Teach me." She whispered. Bea smiled softly. Rolling over she grabbed several pillows and piled them together. Then resting her back on the pillows, she lifted her open arms, inviting Lenore to join her. Moving forward on her hands and knees, she made her way to her new lover. Their lips met in a passionate kiss as tongues danced with lustful joy. Breaking the kiss, Bea placed her right hand under her breast, lifted it gently, offering it to Lenore. Without hesitation, Lenore lowered her head to Bea's breast. Sticking out her tongue like a playful child, she licked Bea's nipple, then pulled back slightly to watch. Bea's dark areolas expanded as her nipples became erect. Lenore leaned forward and, wrapping her lips around Bea's breast, began to suckle like a child. "Oh yes!" Bea moaned in delight. "God that feels so good!" Lenore put her hand on Bea's left breast, gently rolling the erect nipple between her fingers. "Oh God, yes!" Bea thrusts her breasts, encouraging Lenore further. "Ahhh yes!" Lenore began to kiss and lick her way down Bea's chest and tummy. Inching her way lower, she could hear Bea's soft sighs as she moved closer and closer to Bea's dripping pussy. The deep musky scent of aroused female filled the room arousing both women even further. Lenore felt her lover's body quiver as she reached the small patch of dark hair just above her pussy. Should she dive right in or tease her a little before exploring her pussy? Lenore decided the tease would be more fun and moved to kissing and licking Bea's inner thighs. Bea's began to grind her hips and whimper with desire as Lenore's kisses moved closer and closer to the center of her universe. Her desire had become an ache, a beautiful growing ache of pure lust. She no longer wanted relief she needed it. "Baby!' Bea cried out. "Eat my pussy. . . Please! I need to feel . . . Oh God! . . . I need to feel your tongue on my clit. Ahhhh! Now Lover . . . Oh please, Now!" Lenore was only too happy to oblige. Starting at the bottom of Bea's quivering pussy, she extended her tongue and slowly licked her way to the top. She had never tasted the love juice of another woman and was surprised at the subtle sweetness. She found she wanted more and began licking Bea's dripping pussy like a kitten at a bowl of cream. "Oohh Baby!" Lifting her knees, Bea spread her legs to give Lenore more access to her sacred center. "Oh, oh, oh!" Bea panted, "Slide your finger in my pussy and . . . Oh fuck! . . . Find my G-spot!" Lenore reached forward, slid her finger in Bea's dripping pussy and began to search for that special spot she knew would bring more pleasure to her lover. Within a few seconds she found the special spot deep in Bea's cunt and pressed it gently with the tip of her finger. "OH GOD YES!" Bea screamed. "Fuck me Baby! Ah . . . Ah . . . Ah! Now . . . Oh yes! Suck . . .Ah! . . . Suck my clit" Lenore wiggled her tongue between Bea's swollen pussy lips and began to search for her love button. It did not take her long to find Bea's engorged clit. As soon as Lenore touched it with the tip of her tongue, Bea arched her back and screamed. "Aaaahh! YES Lover! . . . Ah! . . . . That's it!" Bea panted heavily as if she were attempting to catch her breath. "Suck it! . . . Oh God! . . . Suck my clit!" Lenore lower her mouth onto Bea's throbbing clit and suckled it like a child at her mother's breast. She could feel Bea was on the edge. Reaching deep into Bea's cunt Lenore once more massaged her lover's G-spot. That did the trick. Screaming uncontrollably, Bea grabbed Lenore's head and held it to her pussy as she arched her back. Lenore could feel the waves of pure pleasure crashing through her lover's trembling body. She continued to suckle Bea's clit as one final gigantic wave of pleasure exploded deep within Bea's cunt. Resting her head on Bea's tummy, Lenore held her friend close as she recovered from her orgasm. She could feel the occasional of aftershocks as Bea's breathing slowly returned to normal. "Oh Baby, that was incredible." Bea said as she stroked Lenore's hair. Laying quietly, enjoying the touch of Bea's hand, Lenore realized that for the first time in years, she was in love.