7 comments/ 159722 views/ 30 favorites Girl to Girl By: LaffWithMe The following material is protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America. This work may not be distributed for profit, in any form, without the written permission of the author or his agent. * * * * * .:.:.:.:.:. Meeting the Ex-husband .:.:.:.:.:. Diane slowly hung the phone up. She bit her lip and mentally chided herself for what she had done. "Damn him!" she thought. "He always does this. Why the hell do I always let him have his way?" She was certain she had made another mistake. The voice at the other end of the connection had been her husband, her soon to be ex-husband. He had convinced her that he had to meet with her. Now he was on his way over. How she wished that she could have told him, "Sorry, jerk. It's Friday night and I've got a date, I don't have time to wait here for you." "Ah well, just time enough to take a shower and relax", she thought. Just as Diane stepped out of the shower, she heard the doorbell chime. "Damn, is he here already?" she mumbled to herself. She wrapped her bathrobe around herself and went to the door. A quick peek through the peephole confirmed that her ex- had arrived. She opened the door and let him. "Oh, I see you got ready for me. I don't have much time so this'll have to be a quickie." His phony laugh and lame attempt at being cute did not conceal his cocky belief that she would always succumb to his wishes. "A quickie? That's about all you were ever able to manage, so why bother?" Diane surprised herself with her pithy reply. She usually just accepted his actions without complaint. "Whoa! I just came over to give you some things that I found in the safe deposit box. Let's not get bitter and fight." He handed her a small cloth bag. As she reached for it she released the grip on her robe. Her robe opened exposing a partial view of her statuesque body. It had been several weeks since he had seen his estranged wife's sensuous figure. He slowly scanned the body that had once been his. He could see most of one leg, a trim ankle curving into a nicely shaped calf, a strong muscular thigh. The robe still covered her pussy, but then parted just enough to allow one breast to peek out, showing the small pink nipple crowning the luscious round mound. "A nice C-cup", he was thinking. Diane saw his look; she could read his mind as it reviewed her numbers. " 36-25-36", as if they were batting averages or yards gained. She felt his hand holding her's as the bag exchanged hands. She felt the conflict inside herself as she tried to prepare herself to reject the advance that was coming. She almost won the battle but there had been just too many years of giving in to his wishes. Her body had simply gone too many weeks without sexual release. He pulled her into his arms. His lips met her's immediately. She struggled slightly, pushed against him weakly. "Oh Diane, you don't know how much I miss those good times we had together. You still make my cock hard just thinking of you." His hands were caressing her breasts. She was slipping into submission as his fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples. A small voice in her head grew faint as it said, "damn it, all he wants is to get his rocks off and he'll leave". She felt the coarse material of his pants pressing into her soft skin. She felt his cock beneath the rough material. It was still soft but she knew it would soon be hard. She wanted it to be hard. She wanted some good sex even if it was with this man that she desperately wanted out of her life. She spread her legs and allowed his leg to ride into her crotch. She gave in to his probing tongue in her mouth and responded with her own tongue. She dug her tongue deeply into his open mouth and he sucked it in. She pushed her hard nipples into him, shivering as his fingers pinched a nipple. They dropped to the floor; she felt his weight on top of her. They writhed together in a feverish embrace. He quickly rose and pulled off his shirt, dropped his pants to the floor and kicked them off along with his shoes. Diane lay there looking up at him. As his pants dropped down, she saw the outline of his hard cock inside his shorts. She could see the twin bulge of his balls pressing against the white material. His thumbs were inside the waistband of his shorts as she made one last attempt to stop the inevitable. "No, no; this is all over. We're getting divorced. We can't be doing this now." "Diane, look at you. You're hot as a pistol. You need a good fuck as much as I do. You know it, you know I know it." His shorts were down and she saw his rigid cock swaying above her as he spoke. His hand grabbed his shaft and milked the skin back and forth as he dropped to his knees. "C'mon hon, give it a nice kiss. You haven't tasted me for such a long time." He reached down and pulled her head up to meet the cock that he was stroking slowly. She felt the hard, warm shaft rubbing against her face. Precum oozing out of it trailed slick across her cheeks. "Lick it! C'mon, open up and give it a little of that talented tongue." Diane could smell the aroma of sex; she could smell the precum slowly forming in the hole of this cock tantalizingly close to her nose. She could see the droplet forming on the throbbing red head of his cock. She opened her mouth, her tongue reached out to the hard cock. Maybe if she weren't so horny she would have rebelled. But she hadn't had sex for weeks. So she did want it, even though she knew that it would not be fulfilling. She grabbed the cock and squeezed it hard. He liked that. She always thought that she would hurt him but it just made him harder. She watched the head get a darker red as she squeezed the stiff meat. He reached back; she felt his hand rubbing into her mons. She felt her pubic hair grinding against her skin as he pressed the palm of his hand into her. She pushed up against the pressure and spread her legs. She wanted him to finger her, she felt her pussy becoming wet and warm. She was now licking his shaft from bottom to top, running her tongue along the pulsing blue vein. She would pause at the bottom and gently suck his balls. She knew that made him feel good. She paused as he groaned in pleasure. "Jeezus, put your finger in me. Fuck it, work it," she pleaded as she pumped up against his hand. "God", she thought, "after all these years I still have tell him what I like." Finally his finger was working in and out of her cunt. She rotated her hips in an effort to get the maximum benefit of his halfhearted effort. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked it deep. She caressed it with her tongue while she felt him pumping in and out of her mouth. He moaned as she ran her tongue along the head, probing into the hole. "Oh god you're good Diane! Uhh, ohh, suck it. That's it, that's good." Diane pulled the slippery shaft from her lips and licked the length of it again. She felt him pull back. "Eat me, eat my pussy. I wanna feel you suck my cunt." she hotly panted. "Not yet. I gotta fuck ya. Ya know ya like that." he said as he repositioned himself between her legs. She felt him briefly rub his cock against her clit and then bury the shaft in her open hole. A few slow strokes and then he began pumping furiously into her. Diane reached down and rubbed her clit as she wrapped her long legs around him. Her finger massaged her clit rapidly, trying to bring on a needed orgasm. The cock felt good in her but she knew that it wouldn't last long. She tried to tighten her pussy around the shaft, tried to hold it in her. Her legs pulled him in against her as she ground her pussy against him. Then she felt the warm cum spurting from his cock into her pussy. She felt the slick jizz reduce the friction of his cock against her vagina. She felt him slam into her with the added force of his own orgasm. She heard him loudly enjoying the rush of his cum. He pumped his cock in and out of her a few more times, managing another shot of cum into her. Then he collapsed on top of her. She could feel his cock become limp in her pussy. The soft shaft now slid out of her as he lay on top of her. "Oh! That was great. We needed that," he said, as he stood up. He trotted off to the bathroom. She could hear him pissing in the toilet. Of course the door wouldn't be closed. Diane lay on the floor gently fingering her wet pussy. She hardly noticed as her soon to be ex- quickly dressed and gave her a passionless quick kiss. He didn't notice that she was still softly rubbing her cunt. Diane lay there for a long while after he departed. She was telling herself over and over, "I'm not going to let him dominate me again." .:.:.:.:.:. Meeting the Neighbor .:.:.:.:.:. A shower and a good nights sleep and a sunny Saturday morning had Diane feeling better. She had slept late and knew that her usual jogging acquaintances would not be about. She didn't like to run by herself, but decided to go out for a run anyway. As Diane walked out her door, she encountered her neighbor who was also dressed for running. "Oh! Hi LeeAnn, I didn't know you're a runner." LeeAnn laughed, "I'm just not in your league. You super jocks never notice the rest of us." They had been neighbors for several months; they had talked on several occasions but did not know each other very well. LeeAnn made no effort to conceal her preference for other women. Diane didn't care; she had found LeeAnn to be a pleasant neighbor. She didn't really think about her sex life. She did enjoy the fact that her husband was irritated that a good-looking woman was only interested in other women. Tall and athletic, Diane was accustomed to sometimes being classified as a jock. At times it could irritate her, however it was clear from LeeAnn's laugh that she did not really think of Diane as a jock. "Well maybe I should let you join me, perhaps I can teach an amateur a few things" Diane laughed in return. The two trotted off joking and laughing. As they jogged along, Diane felt happy that she had met LeeAnn this day. She was enjoying her company immensely, charmed by her warm engaging smile. The talk was the usual idle chatter, nothing important, and nothing too personal. As the women neared the end of their jog, Diane felt a sudden painful spasm in her thigh. She screamed briefly and dropped to the ground. "Are you all right?" LeeAnn bent over Diane. Diane sucked in her breath and rubbed her leg. "It's OK, I think it's just a muscle spasm. Shit, it hurts like hell though. At least I'm almost home." LeeAnn helped Diane get up then supported her as she hobbled back to her house. At 5'-6", LeeAnn was just the right size to act as a crutch for Diane's 5'-11" stature. Despite the painful spasm, Diane managed to laugh at the sight they must have made. Once home, LeeAnn helped Diane onto her bed. "Let me go get some ice or something to put on that", said LeeAnn as she walked toward the kitchen. "You don't need to bother", called Diane, "I'll just rub it and I think it will go away." LeeAnn returned with some ice wrapped in a towel. "Here, let me help you get your shoes off. You can try the ice and see if it helps." LeeAnn removed Diane's shoes. "Want me to pull your sweats off too?" she said as she finished removing the shoes. "I guess so", replied Diane. She pushed the waistband of her sweats over her hips as LeeAnn pulled on the legs. As the sweat pants slowly descended, LeeAnn watched the unveiling of Diane's lovely limbs. She watched as Diane's white cotton panties came into view, not sexy undies but they fit snugly enough to reveal the slight indentation of her slit. LeeAnn admired the strong thighs, not overly muscled, but obviously firm. The sweats passed over the knees and then the well shaped calve were visible. LeeAnn's gaze was not a stare, not a leer; many would not have realized she was paying any attention to these beautiful legs. Diane, however, sensed it immediately. Diane didn't feel threatened, didn't feel aroused, yet she felt something. She felt something different as she thought about this lesbian slowly removing her sweat pants. Maybe it was just a tinge of excitement at the thought that another woman might find her sexy. LeeAnn placed the ice on Diane's thigh. Diane moved her hand down to the ice. LeeAnn didn't remove her hand, allowing Diane's hand to rest on top of hers. As the cold penetrated the towel and sank into Diane's leg, LeeAnn moved the ice in a slight circular motion. "That's pretty cold. I think that rubbing it is going to work better", said Diane. LeeAnn removed the ice and placed her other hand on the tender spot. Diane didn't expect this. The hand felt very warm on her cold skin. She was about to tell LeeAnn that she would rub her own leg, and then realized how nice it felt to have this warm hand massaging her leg. LeeAnn began massaging the sore spot with both hands, kneading the skin firmly. The pain was going away. "Ummmm, you're pretty good at this", Diane murmured, "Do you moonlight as a massage therapist?" "Only for my friends", LeeAnn smiled, as she began working her hands up and down the length of Diane's leg. "How's this?" "That's good", Diane mumbled. LeeAnn's fingers worked their way down one leg then up the other. She loved the feel of this woman's long, firm legs. Her nipples were firm now as she thought about the possibility of exploring all of this lovely body. She worked her fingers up the thigh. She massaged the inner thigh slowly getting closer to her crotch. She watched to see if Diane was going to react in any way. LeeAnn was now massaging the thigh and hip joint, taking every opportunity to allow her hand to rub against Diane's tempting pussy lips protected by a thin layer of cotton panty. Diane lay with her eyes closed. The massage felt good on her legs. More than that, the touch of this woman felt good on her legs. Diane could feel her excitement grow as the fingers worked their way up her leg. Diane waited for the fingers to brush up against her pussy. She felt her cunt warming at the approach. The anticipation was marvelous. Then she felt the first brush of LeeAnn's hand against her labia. Diane bit her lip, and waited. Soon the hands were making frequent passes next to her hot crotch, lovely subtle but firm strokes across the panties covering the lips. Diane wondered how far she should let this go. Did she really want to have a lesbian affair? The thoughts scared her yet excited her. LeeAnn's voice drifted into Diane. "Why don't we take your top off? You might as well get the full treatment." Without any resistance, Diane allowed LeeAnn to pull off her sweatshirt, and then remove her jogging bra. "How different to have another woman remove her bra", thought Diane. She could see LeeAnn scanning her body with approval as LeeAnn's hands began working on Diane's shoulders. LeeAnn whistled softly. "What a surprise these are. I had no idea you had such beautiful breasts. You have a beautifully proportioned body. Nice size breasts, flat tummy, thin waist, perfect hips. I'm jealous. I hope you don't mind me saying that." "No, I guess not" Diane purred. "You're making me feel too good" she smiled. LeeAnn's hands worked down to Diane's breasts. She worked the fair skinned mounds expertly. She gazed down at the small nipples as they got hard, the aureole just slightly more pink than the surrounding breast. She pinched the nipples and gently tugged on them, noting that they looked like delicate pink flowers. Diane found herself enjoying the soft touch of a woman on her breasts. She offered no resistance or complaint now that the massage had definitely taken a more sensual turn. LeeAnn cupped the gorgeous tits in her hands and rubbed them firmly and deeply. Diane arched her back slightly, pushing her warm tits up to meet the hands rubbing them. Diane felt her body getting warmer as her nipples responded to the firm squeezing. Her nipples felt charged as LeeAnn pulled them up with a twisting motion. LeeAnn could see the sweet pink nipples grow slightly darker as she worked on them. LeeAnn could feel her own nipples rise in response. Diane felt LeeAnn's warm breath on her breasts. She opened her eyes and saw LeeAnn's face close to her tits. She gazed into the liquid green eyes that were admiring her hard little nipples. She felt the soft blond hair as it touched her skin. She watched the sure hands that were setting her tits on fire. She noted that LeeAnn was breathing heavily; obviously she was getting as hot as Diane. Diane simply smiled and moaned lightly. LeeAnn lowered her lips to one of the rose-topped globes. She drew the button nipple into her mouth and began to suck it and rub it with her tongue. She spent long minutes squeezing Diane's breast into her mouth where her tongue danced around the nipple. Diane was so engrossed in the pleasure she was feeling in her breasts that she didn't notice LeeAnn's hand starting to rub her tummy. LeeAnn turned her head to look down the lovely torso beneath her. She moved her hand down the abdomen in a gentle circular motion, appreciating the athletic tone of Diane's midriff. She ran her hand over the cotton panties and rubbed the mons firmly. She felt the roughness of pussy hair beneath the thin white cloth. Her fingers rubbed the depression, pushing her finger between the soft labia. LeeAnn could feel the dampness on the cotton; she found the wet spot and rubbed her finger across it. She moved her hand back to Diane's tummy, and then slipped her fingers slowly beneath the elastic waistband. She pushed her hand firmly down inside the cotton panties, pausing as her fingers came in contact with the short pussy hair. She caressed the hair and enjoyed the feel as she pressed down on the hard mons. Her middle finger worked to the top of Diane's slit. She rubbed her finger around the top. As LeeAnn slipped her hand into Diane's panties, Diane tensed noticeably. She was uncertain where she wanted this to go. She was definitely getting extremely turned on; her cunt was aching for some penetration. LeeAnn's touch on her body made her feel good all over. Diane felt like pulling LeeAnn into her and returning the caressing and sucking and fondling. Yet there was a gnawing uncertainty in the back of her mind. She felt slightly out of control and she wanted to be in control. LeeAnn looked up into Diane's eyes. The beautiful hazel eyes twinkled with excitement and nervousness. She felt the tenseness in Diane. Her finger continued to gently rub the outer labia of Diane's pussy. "Want me to stop?" Diane looked at LeeAnn without answering. "You've never made love with another woman, have you?" LeeAnn spoke softly. "Sort of got that 'feels good' but 'is it wrong' thing going on in your head?" "Ummmm, I guess. I just don't want to start something that I can't finish." LeeAnn continued to massage Diane's pussy with one hand, using the other hand to grasp one of Diane's hands. She squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, I won't be camping out on your doorstep, if that's a worry", LeeAnn laughed. "If it feels good, enjoy it. Anyway, much to my regret, I have to go pretty soon. I have to catch a flight in a couple of hours and I still haven't packed." Diane relaxed, spread her legs, and allowed LeeAnn's finger to begin probing into her pussy. Diane reached down and placed her hand on top of LeeAnn's hand, she pressed down forcing LeeAnn's finger deep inside of her. LeeAnn felt the warm, wet hole wrapped around her finger, felt the warm hand atop hers. She felt the tenseness evaporate. She proceeded to gently finger fuck the sweltering slit while her thumb rubbed over the hard clit. Soon she inserted a second finger into the slippery opening, gently spreading it wider. Diane began to grind her hips against the deft hand motions manipulating her cunt. Girl-To-Girl Massage The room is timber panelled and well appointed. Mirrors line two walls. A giant-sized spa bath occupies a corner and half one wall, a shower cubicle taking up the rest of the wall space. In the middle of the floor is a massage table covered by fluffy salmon coloured towels. Another towel is arranged like a serviette on top. The light level is low, supplied by discreet, indirect lamps. Waiting nervously, sitting on the only chair, you hear a soft tap on the door, then in walks a tall brunette made even taller by high heels. She wears flimsy black bra and panties and nothing else. Her hair is clipped short and she has a nice smile. By the upright posture, silky way she walks, long legs and small breasts you can see she's a dancer in her other life: "Hi, I'm Brandy, pleased to meet you." She shakes your hand. She's careful to give you a special smile with eye contact before she leaves again. But before you can evaluate your impressions of her there's another girl in the doorway. Like Brandy she's in her 20s or early 30s. Going by the name of Blaze she has a mane of flaming red hair that reaches down her back. Her green lingerie has a plunging neckline and you find your eyes drawn to her spectacular cleavage. Another handshake, another smile and she's gone. The next girl introduces herself as Sheena. Big, busty and bottle blonde, she wears a kind of leopard skin bikini and has a big smile that could swallow Africa. She speaks with an American accent as she assures us she loves men and women. The moment she's gone you're certain of your reaction; it won't be Sheena. Jade slips into the room without knocking. Thai or perhaps Malaysian Chinese, she slim, petite and very pretty. You like her immediately, imagining what her slender body is like beneath the white satin teddy. Maybe Jade is the one? Venus is a statuesque, dark chocolate goddess who speak with a Liverpudlian accent. She grins and jokes like you're old mates. You respond to her warmth and cheeky charm. You've never considered a black girl but why not? When Venus has gone there's an hiatus. Is that all there are? And then you hear a belated tap at the door, and a girl in satin pyjamas comes in. She slender - boyish even - and of medium height. But it's her bobbed, fine blonde hair and fairly severe expression you react to. "Hello,"she says, "I'm Monique. What's your name?" She's the first of them to ask. Before she shakes hands she pops on her glasses to get a good look at you. As she leaves she remarks that she's actually a trained masseuse if that's important. Left alone you pretend to consider all the options but your heart is set on the severe Monique. When the manager returns to the room you tell her your choice, "Monique, please." The woman looks a little surprised, but nods, begins running the spa tub, takes your credit card, instructs you to take a shower, then disappears. You undress quickly then shower quickly but thoroughly, soaping all your crevices and holes. Afterwards you get straight into the filling spa tub and adjust the temperature. When the water reaches your breasts you turn off the tap. Monique returns with a tray carrying mineral water and a wine and offers you the choice. She explains she was a bit brusque before as she's has never massaged a girl before and wasn't sure how to handle it. She didn't expect you to choose her, but now you have she's determined to make it a memorable experience. She smiles for the first time and you see her even white teeth. The first thing she removes are her heels. This she does by resting her feet on the edge of the tub to unbuckle them, giving you a close view. Then she unbuttons her pyjama jacket and slides it off her shoulders. Your gaze travels all over her quickly .... Shoulders, breasts, waist, belly, back up to her breasts. She's not quite as big as you but her orbs are exquisitely shaped, like the classic champagne glasses, and her pale nipples are like champagne corks. She pinches them to make them stand out even further. Next she turns her back, unbuttons her pants, drops them and steps out of them. She wears nothing underneath. Her bottom is smooth, flawless, perfect. She slowly bends over to pick up her discarded pyjamas, affording you a rear view of her mound, split vertically and covered with blonde fuzz, rather like a peach. You gasp softly - it's the first time you've seen a naked girl, and a girl's sex, in decades. Concealed by the spa water you plunge your two favourite fingers into yourself for a quick moment of self-gratification. Monique folds her pyjamas neatly on the chair then gestures for you to make room for her. She steps into the tub and settles. You talk about nothing for a while. Making no big deal about it, she places your hand on her breast. You enjoy the feeling of her prominent, stiff nipple against your palm. Emboldened, you even risk trailing your hand to the back of her smooth neck and stroking it softly. Monique's knees sag open - an invitation you can't ignore or resist. Your hand starts on her lower thighs and slowly travels towards her crotch. There's bubble bath in the water but it's still clear enough to see your hand stroking her inner thighs. "No fingers inside, that's the house rule," she murmurs. Chastened, you brush your fingers over her soft pubic curls, making do. There's colour in your cheeks and your breathing is slightly uneven; this is what you wanted. A few minutes later Monique stands and reaches for a towel. She dries herself in front of you, inviting you to inspect her from all angles. When she's dry she suggests you might like to lie down on her massage table. Naturally the prospect of her hands on you is highly appealing, so you too dry off and climb on the table face down. The first thing Monique does is put on some ambient music ... A kind of Ennio Morricone thing with birdsong added. Then she pours some warmed oil onto the middle of your back. You moan at the sensation of the warmed liquid pooling at the base of your spine. While her hands are still oil free she knots your hair out of the way, exposing your neck. This she bestows with a light kiss, murmuring huskily that you're going to completely melt inside before she's finished with you. She begins by lightly rubbing the scented oil over your back, up to your shoulders, down to your buttocks ... Down your thighs and knees and calves ... When she reaches your feet, Monique gets serious: first she lifts your left foot and sucks your toes, one by one. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth vacuuming your toe is incredible. You've been semi-aroused - probably more than that - since you arrived; now your arousal reaches another level. You know you're going to make a big wet spot on the towel beneath your pussy. But the sensation of toe-in-mouth is nothing compared to the feeling when Monique probes between your toes with her tongue. For the moment you firmly believe it's the single most sensual thing anyone has ever experienced. When she's finished using her clever mouth on both your feet she massages the soles with her thumbs. Pretty hard. It's almost painful but at the same time ticklish and wonderful. For some reason when she presses in certain places you feel a stab of pleasure reaching all the way to your crotch. And then, still standing at the foot of the massage table, Monique leans over and rubs your ankles and calves. It's a pleasant sensation but your attention is still on the soles of your feet; she is leaning against you and you can feel the soft but wiry texture of her pubic hair against your sensitive soles. Briefly you imagine somehow manipulating your big toe between her legs and probing her blonde-haired cunt ... But it's only a passing fantasy and you soon return your thoughts to where her fingers are travelling - purposely up your thighs. Your emotions are in conflict with your body's demands; one part of you wants to open your legs further so that Monique's travelling hands will have unfettered access to your waiting pussy, but your modest self wants your legs closed. Monique settles it: "Susan, open your legs for me." Naturally you part your thighs. Monique's hands stroke and massage and caress your right leg from knee to buttock, inch by inch, unhurriedly but inevitably moving towards the nerve centre of your sexual being. Apparently casually, she lets her fingertips brush the damp curls of dark hair at the apex of your thighs. You squirm slightly, wishing she would touch you there. But instead she moves to your left foot and starts again. When Monique leaves your legs and transfers her attentions to your back you feel disappointed. But soon you're swept away on a magic carpet ride as she presses your shiatsu points, liberating endorphins in your bloodstream. You close your eyes, day-dreaming ... When you open them you can see her in the mirror. It's lovely watching her bending over you. You can see her pretty bottom, the glimpse of blonde fuzz catching the light ... You close your eyes again and dream on ... Fifteen minutes go by as Monique works at easing muscles you didn't even know were tight. It feels marvellous, beyond your powers of description. "Sweetie, roll over for me?" Monique whispers in your ear. To your vague embarrassment you realise you've been dribbling on the towel. You wipe your mouth and roll over, sighing contentedly. Instinctively your place your legs together, but she takes your ankles and gently eases them apart. You realise immediately that while you're now completely exposed to Monique's gaze you can watch her as openly as you want. As she turns away and pours more warm oil into her palm you let your eyes wander down her shapely back to that perfect bottom. When she bends over the preparation table you get another tantalising glimpse of her peach-like pussy. Then she crosses to the table again and moves behind you. You look up and backwards. Her breasts loom over you as she leans forward and cups your breasts with her oiled hands. Slowly, gently, sensuously, she massages your breasts and nipples, drawing her fingers up to your shoulders and throat then making circles down your flanks to your belly before returning to your breasts. You examine the unusual underneath view of her breasts. Her nipples are silhouetted against the light. What would it be like to take one in your mouth...? Monique leaves your breasts and begins stroking your neck and cheeks, gently pulling your head back, stretching your spine. She massages your temples while she's about it. It feels so good you forget about looking at her breasts and close your eyes again, concentrating on her clever fingers. Soon you're floating again, feeling as relaxed as you've ever been. What would Monique think if you fell asleep? Then the fingers stop working. You keep your eyes closed and just listen. You can hear a wet slapping noise; what is she doing? Risking opening one eye you can see that she's applying oil to her tummy and chest. It doesn't make sense; why would she be doing that? And then it becomes clear as she climbs onto the massage table and lowers her body onto yours. Moving back and forth, she rubs her breasts over your tummy and breasts. You can feel her oiled nipples, hard little buds, pressing into your skin, brushing against your own. At the same time she lowers her pelvis over your thigh and rubs against you, gently forcing your legs further apart. Her pubic hair feels like soft steel wool. You become aware of the occasional fleeting pressure of her slick upper thigh pressing against your crotch. She lowers her head and brushes her soft, fine blonde hair across your face as she moves back and forth rhythmically. You can smell her strawberry-scented shampoo. And you can feel her warm breath passing over you like a zephyr of faint tobacco-and-mint-smelling breeze. Her breathing sounds loud in your ears. You open your eyes, watching her. She has her eyes closed, and there's a dreamy expression on her face. Is she enjoying it as much as you? Or day-dreaming about someone else? Then she opens her eyes, catches you looking and smiles a lover's smile. In that instant you forget that this is a commercial transaction. Now it's just you and Monique, your girl lover. Monique pauses her back and forwards rubbing long enough to plant a light kiss on your lips. You want more and lift your face to hers imploringly. She gives in and kisses you a second time, slowly. Her mouth is soft and warm and moist and yielding. Suddenly a wild idea occurs to you - put your tongue into her mouth! But she moves her pretty head before you can try it. She slides her oiled body down yours until her face is level with your crotch. God, is she going to kiss you there? But instead she uses her thumbs to part the lips of your pussy, and then blows gently on your moist, pink, inner flesh, making your dark kiss curls quiver and tremble. You'd swear that your clit, still safe in its hood, stirs like an awakening penis ... Now Monique hops off the massage table, landing like a gymnast on one side. "Are you ready?" she asks. You wonder what she means but nod anyway. Her body gleams from the oil and she looks like a bronze statue. Automatically you reach to stroke her skin - then draw back, embarrassed, when you realise what you're doing. "It's okay," she smiles reassuringly, "I'd like you to touch me. She begins running her fingers along the inside of your legs, from ankle to upper thigh. You surprise yourself by opening your legs a little further, willing her trailing fingertips to reach your pussy which is craving attention now. Can she smell the scent of your arousal? You imagine it's strong enough to permeate the whole room. Each stroke of her hands brings her fingers closer to your crotch. Your entire being is centred between your legs. How you want her to touch you there the way you touch yourself. You arch your back slightly, pushing your hips upwards, opening yourself to her. "Take me, take my cunt," is what you're thinking. Monique knows what you're thinking. She allows her clever fingers to trail directly through your pubic bush, up to your belly button, then back again, down over your mound and your swollen lips. "Feel nice?" She asks. All you can do is nod, hoping for more. But she turns away from you and steps away from the table. More teasing? The last of the warmed oil is tipped into Monique's palm. Carefully cupping it to prevent spills she turns back to the table and drizzles it directly on your crotch. As the viscous stuff runs through your curls and between the folds of your pussy, over your asshole and down to the towel beneath you, the feeling is so delicious you almost cry out. Actually it feels as though you've lost bladder control and peed yourself. Her slick hand cups your mons and massages it gently. Little stabs of pleasure radiate from your pelvis like rays from the sun. You decide to take her up on her offer, raise a hand and stroke her back. She feels so smooth and wonderful you want to caress her like that forever. Meanwhile she is using both hands to massage and stroke your pussy mound and lips. Without any warning she slides her middle finger between your lips, just to the first joint. You moan with the pleasure of it, wanting more. But the finger is withdrawn again. "Yes ...," you murmur. Monique lifts her eyes from your crotch and smiles at you: "Nice?" "Very nice." This time she inserts two fingers inside you, burying them as far as she can in your hot, syrupy, hungry cunt. How did she know you like it like that? You close your eyes and open your mouth as those knowing fingers explore your most private place. Your hand, meanwhile, has moved with a mind of its own, down Monique's perfect bottom to her smooth thighs. You know it's wrong - you're heterosexual, after all - but you want to touch her pussy more than anything. Gently running your hand between her buttocks you feather your fingers up and down her upper, inner thigh. Is it your imagination or can you feel wisps of her honey-blonde bush brushing your hand? Throwing caution to the wind, you explore the warm, humid, secret crevice between her legs with your fingertips, skin on skin ... Obligingly, Monique moves her feet apart further, allowing you better access. You immediately take advantage, tracing your fingertips from her fur-covered mound, over the pubic bone, over the contours of her cunt lips, to her puckered asshole and back again. Just a light, feathering touch ... You become aware the perfect skin of her beautiful bottom has gone all goose-bumpy. She likes what you're doing! Growing brave you lift your hand to her breasts and touch her hard nipples. They're like pebbles. She uses her free hand to hold yours against her boobs, rubbing it to and fro. And all the while her busy hand is plumbing deep into your puss then emerging to caress and lubricate your straining clit before plunging back inside again. Your pulse has doubled in the last five minutes. Your breath is becoming ragged. You don't even know it but you've started making little moans and cries and whimpers. Monique bends over you, brushing your torso with her breasts, while continuing to finger your sweet cunt - a task which is growing more difficult as your hips begin bucking and heaving. You plant your feet as wide as the table allows and abandon yourself to your pleasure, dimly aware you're behaving like a lewd slut, but right now you don't care; you just want it go on and on until you're totally exhausted, completely spent. And then a buzzer sounds: Monique looks genuinely annoyed. "I'm afraid our time's up, sweetie." She bends over your face and kisses you again on your open, panting mouth.... Girl to Girl LeeAnn laid her head on Diane's tummy, occasionally imparting soft kisses to the warm skin as she worked the two fingers in and out of the wet cunt. She could smell the love juice working it's way out as her fingers plunged in and out. She could feel Diane's stomach rise and fall rapidly as her breath quickened. She knew that Diane was getting close to orgasm. LeeAnn returned one hand to Diane's blistering breast. She began pinching and pulling the stiff nipple between her finger as she increased the tempo of her finger fucking. Her thumb rubbed the clit as her fingers rammed in and out of the slippery slit. Diane felt the tension building; LeeAnn was touching her in exactly the right way. Diane could hear the sound of the fingers slamming in and out of her, squishing her juices out of her pussy. Diane writhed and wrenched as she began to orgasm. She pumped her hips up and down, the fingers twisted and turned into her. The thumb pounded her clit ecstatically. "Shiiiit, yes! Fuck me! Yesss, yesss, yesss! Ohhh, gooood, gooood!" Diane began screaming. LeeAnn continued working her fingers in and out of Diane as the rush subsided. She slowed her finger fucking to a gentle rubbing, pacing herself to the draining energy in Diane. The finger fucking softly changed into loving caressing. Diane wrapped her arms around LeeAnn and they hugged each other tightly. They lay locked together for a long moment. The silence gave way to conversation. At first the talk was about the pleasure they had shared, then the conversation turned to talk about themselves. All the while LeeAnn caressed Diane. Diane was feeling very good when LeeAnn broke off. "I really have to go. I'll be gone for a few days. I'll call you when I get back. I'd like to have dinner with you, but don't feel obligated. I'd like to have you as a friend, no strings, no expectations." They kissed good-bye, not a hot passionate kiss, just a kiss with feeling. .:.:.:.:.:. The Second Time is Better .:.:.:.:.:. Over the next few days, Diane thought about LeeAnn. The warmth and tenderness of their first contact filled Diane with longing for more. This, coupled with the fact that she was getting tremendously horny as the onset of her ovulation approached, made her jump like a teenager when she heard LeeAnn's voice on the phone. "Hi, I'm baaaaaack. Will you accept a dinner invitation, or have I scared you off?" she laughed. "Oh, I'm a big girl now. I don't think you have to worry about scaring me." Diane joined in the word game. The two had a pleasant dinner. The conversation seemed to pick-up right where they had left off on their previous meeting. LeeAnn noticed that Diane was much more in control than previously, this suited her. As they talked, LeeAnn enjoyed looking at the tall, athletic woman across from her. "Athletic, not butch; strong, yet feminine", thought LeeAnn. Her shoulder length brown hair framed her face beautifully, accentuating her hazel eyes. Diane wore a satin blouse that buttoned in front. There was obviously no bra beneath it, her breasts bobbed seductively beneath the shiny material. Occasionally a small bump was visible, the outline of a nipple that would stiffen and then relax as it rubbed against the cloth. She wore a wide black belt that drew her trim waist in and accentuated her well-formed hips. Her slacks were dark and form fitting around her curving derriere. The slacks accentuated her long legs, adding to the statuesque beauty that she possessed. This was the first time that Diane really noticed how sexy LeeAnn was. She had beautiful fair skin, blond hair and stunning green eyes. She wore a soft, loose sweater with a v-neck. The open neck of the sweater displayed a marvelous cleavage. LeeAnn's breasts looked very full and round within the confines of the plush material. Her waist was sinfully thin thought Diane. LeeAnn wore a short skirt and modest heels, just the right combination to give her legs a proper perspective Shapely and delectable. Diane laughed unexpectedly as she looked at LeeAnn. "Oh no. Did I manage to get food on my nose or something?" chuckled LeeAnn as Diane laughed. "Yeah, no more wine for you." Diane teased. "Actually, I was just admiring how lovely you are and I flashed on my ex-husbands need to always know a woman's measurements. As if he was compiling statistics for some male fantasy sport contest." LeeAnn laughed, "I know what you mean. I sometimes think women should demand that men post the size of their potbellies and the true size of their little cocks. If he ever asks, tell him 36D-24-34, and to eat his heart out because none of it is available to him." After dinner, the two went for a stroll around the mall. Diane suggested she would buy LeeAnn a drink at a small bar. "I won a couple of bottles of wine while I was away. It's supposed to be very good. Why don't we go back to my place and sample that?" LeeAnn offered. As the two sat sipping wine in LeeAnn's living room, the conversation returned to the massage that LeeAnn had given Diane. Diane moved behind LeeAnn and began softly massaging her shoulders. "Maybe I should return the favor," she whispered. "Sounds good....ummm, feels good", purred LeeAnn as she relaxed into Diane. LeeAnn felt not only the strong massaging hands on her shoulders, but also the warmth of Diane's breath as she leaned close to her neck. LeeAnn turned to look at Diane. Their faces were scant inches apart. The kiss seemed natural as each leaned to meet the other. Diane began running her fingers through LeeAnn's hair as she pulled the lovely face more firmly into her own. The first soft gentle kiss gradually built into more passionate kisses. LeeAnn's tongue began rubbing insistently against Diane's lips, she parted her lips and allowed the warm tongue entry into her mouth. Diane softly sucked the tongue that frolicked inside her mouth, rubbing her tongue against LeeAnn's. LeeAnn turned her body to face Diane. She wrapped her arms around Diane and the two embraced tightly. Diane now pushed her tongue into LeeAnn's mouth as LeeAnn's tongue retreated. It was LeeAnn's turn to suck deliciously on the tongue of Diane. They each enjoyed the feel of the others breasts pressed against them. Soft lips pressed against soft lips. Long slow kisses gradually became more passionate. The two women sat in an embrace, enjoying the discovery of each other's lips. As Diane pushed LeeAnn back onto the couch they tumbled onto the floor, locked in each other's arms, laughing without breaking their kiss. Diane rolled on top of LeeAnn increasing the intensity of her kisses. Diane's tongue stabbed deeply into LeeAnn's waiting mouth. LeeAnn sucked the probing tongue; she pulled Diane's face into hers. Diane began exploring the lovely body beneath her. She ran her hand over the full firm breasts, feeling the hard nipples pushing through the soft material that covered them. Diane became hotter as her hand pushed firmly into the cloth covering the large mounds. She slid her hand beneath the sweater and felt the warm supple flesh. Her hand rubbed the soft skin of LeeAnn's tummy; she felt the little belly button. Gradually her hand worked its way up to the breasts. As her fingers made contact with the bottom of one breast, she circled the base of the mound with her hand. Slowly she massaged her way up the breast finally feeling the slight roughness of the aureole. As Diane's fingers began to rub the aureole LeeAnn moaned with pleasure. Finally Diane closed her fingers on the hard nipple. She began pinching and squeezing the sensitive button as their kisses grew hotter. "Your nipples are so hard. Do you like 'em pinched hard?", Diane breathed into LeeAnn's ear. "You're doing it just right. Let me get this sweater out of the way. I want you to suck 'em", replied LeeAnn. She pulled her sweater up to her neck. Diane gazed down at the massive mounds beneath her. Her hand continued to firmly manipulate one of the ample breasts as she admired their beauty. She watched the nipple as she squeezed it while twisting it between her thumb and forefinger. The dark brown nipples looked like chocolate kisses beckoning her to eat them. Diane moved her face down to the enticing tits. She now cupped both breasts in her two hands, kneading the full, warm globes affectionately. She pulled one full breast to her lips and lightly licked at the nipple. The hard nipple reacted to the slippery, wet tongue lapping against it. LeeAnn arched her back and pushed her tingling tit into the tongue. "Suck it honey. Suck 'em into your mouth.", LeeAnn moaned as she pushed her tit into Diane. Diane began sucking the delicious breast deep into her mouth. Drawing the nipple deep into her, she caressed it with her tongue. The sucking and licking on the nipple was driving LeeAnn crazy. LeeAnn wrapped her arms around Diane's head and pulled her tightly against her full hot breast. LeeAnn twisted her chest into the sucking mouth as her nipple responded to the stroking tongue. Diane pinched and squeezed the other nipple with her fingers. She pulled the nipple, watching it from the corner of her eye. She enjoyed watching the brown aureole stretch out as she pulled the nipple upward. She enjoyed the whimpers of pleasure that LeeAnn muttered as her tits received this loving torture. "Ohhh, suck 'em good honey. Ohhh, shit, bite 'em. I want you to bite my nips. Chew on 'em.", LeeAnn begged. Diane began biting on the stiff buttons. Alternating from one tit to the other, she sucked the nipple into her mouth then clamped her teeth around it and gently tugged it upward. As LeeAnn writhed in pleasure, Diane softly chewed on the sensitive nubs. Then she paused and kissed them lovingly. She kissed the nipples then kissed around the breasts working her way to LeeAnn's waiting open mouth. Deep french kisses, which allowed the beautiful breasts to relax for moment. Then her lips returned to the lovely chocolate drops atop the small mountains, biting and chewing on the hard nipples again, enjoying the excitement and pleasure of sucking on another woman's tits. Diane paused to admire the breasts of her new lover. The nipples glistened with the saliva from the frantic sucking. The aureoles were brown and shiny, darkened from the sucking. "You taste so good, feel so good. God I wish I had nipples like that. They're so gorgeous.", Diane purred. LeeAnn gently ran her hand through Diane's brown hair. The other hand slid under Diane's blouse and began rubbing one breast. "Ohhh darlin', you've got fantastic breasts. I'd love to spend hours playing with them.", LeeAnn responded. Diane smiled as she felt the warm hand touch the soft globe hanging down. Affectionately fondling the firm flesh, LeeAnn jiggled her own tits and winked at Diane. LeeAnn unbuttoned Diane's blouse, Diane finished the job by shaking her shoulders allowing her blouse to drop off and also tantalizing LeeAnn with her bobbing breasts. She then pulled LeeAnn's sweater off for her. LeeAnn looked at the pink aureole and button nipples atop the lovely breasts hanging over her. She softly stroked them, rubbing her thumb over the nipples. Although slightly smaller than her breasts, they were quite a nice handful. LeeAnn pulled Diane closer so that their breasts were just touching. Diane tingled as she felt her nipples rubbing across LeeAnn's hard nipples. LeeAnn began massaging Diane's tits against her own. LeeAnn's hard nipples pressed into Diane's tits as LeeAnn squeezed the globes together. Diane felt as if her nipples had never been harder, had never been more sensitive, had never felt such pleasure. She lowered her face into LeeAnn, their mouths joined in a passionate kiss. The two forced their tits into each other. The feel of the hot skin pressing together was exciting. As their tongues played together, their nipples rubbed together erotically. Diane sucked the torrid tongue of her lover into her mouth and twisted her own tongue around it. LeeAnn gave her mouth to Diane, opened her mouth wide and smothered Diane with her kisses. Diane then drove her tongue deep into LeeAnn's mouth and felt the sucking as LeeAnn enjoyed the taste of Diane's tongue in her mouth. The two women ground their breasts together, feeling the heat of their passion, feeling their hard nipples pressing into each other. Diane broke their embrace, raised herself above LeeAnn. LeeAnn watched as Diane's tits swayed over her. Tantalizing globes of succulent flesh swaying above her own full breasts. She opened her mouth and beckoned the tempting tits with her tongue. LeeAnn rubbed her tongue seductively around her lips then flitted it like a snake. Diane moved forward, allowing her boobs to hang down over LeeAnn's face. Swaying from side to side, she teased LeeAnn with her tits. She lowered them and allowed them to brush lightly across LeeAnn's face. LeeAnn attempted to catch the swaying globes in her mouth as they rubbed across her. Finally she moved her hands to catch the swaying tits, holding them as her mouth began to suck on the sweet nipples. Diane lowered herself to allow LeeAnn to draw the tits into her mouth. LeeAnn sucked and licked first one tit then the other. Diane tingled as her nipples were sucked and drawn into the warm wet mouth. She felt the tongue rubbing the nipples. Diane was on her hands and knees above LeeAnn. She looked down at her tits as LeeAnn loved them with her hands and mouth. She looked down at LeeAnn's beautiful breasts crowned with brown nipples. Diane had one knee on the floor between LeeAnn's legs; the other knee was outside of LeeAnn's leg. Diane could feel LeeAnn's legs close on her leg as LeeAnn got hotter. She felt LeeAnn push her pussy against her, felt as LeeAnn began to grind her pussy against her thigh. Diane lowered her hips, straddling LeeAnn's thigh. The two women began grinding their cunts into the thigh of the other. LeeAnn continued to suck Diane's tits. Diane's pussy began to ache for more attention. She could feel herself getting wet as her juices began to flow. She twisted her cunt into LeeAnn's leg as her breasts burned with excitement. LeeAnn felt Diane begin to grind her crotch into her leg. She could feel the warmth of Diane's thighs gripping her leg as Diane rode her leg. LeeAnn worked on Diane's tits with increased vigor. She pressed her pussy into Diane and rocked her hips. The touch of LeeAnn's tongue on her tit's and the throbbing in her pussy made her long to have her pussy eaten. Diane was panting. "Oh yeah, bite them. Rub your teeth against my nipples. Shit, my pussy is getting so hot." "Uh huh, I know. You feel damn good to me." moaned LeeAnn. Diane stood, removed her belt and shimmied out of her slacks as LeeAnn pulled them down. LeeAnn pulled down the lace panties. "Yummy, I like that trim.", LeeAnn cooed as she viewed Diane's pussy for the first time. Her mouth watered as she looked at the closely trimmed pussy hair shaved in the shape of a heart. Diane's long muscular legs were spread wide giving LeeAnn a perfect view of her slit peeking through the short hair. She could see the moist glisten of pussy juice on the hair. Diane reached down and removed LeeAnn's skirt and panties as LeeAnn drank in Diane's statuesque beauty. Diane then lay next to LeeAnn, pulling the smaller woman into her. LeeAnn melted into Diane and began kissing her. Diane rolled onto her back pulling LeeAnn on top of her. Holding LeeAnn's head in her hands, Diane guided LeeAnn's kisses down her body. She held her at her breasts and enjoyed having LeeAnn kissing and sucking her nipples. LeeAnn's hard nipples pressed into Diane's midriff as she sucked the pink nipples. LeeAnn moved one hand down, feeling the close-cropped pussy hair. She rubbed the firm mons gently but firmly. Diane responded by pushing her crotch up against the pressure of LeeAnn's hand. Diane ran her hands through LeeAnn's hair as LeeAnn nibbled on the erect nipples. Diane put her hand on top of the hand that was caressing her pussy hair. She pressed hard and bucked her hips up. She pushed the hand towards her slit. LeeAnn felt the top of Diane's slit and then the little knob of her clit. As LeeAnn's finger made contact with the clit, Diane jerked and began pushing LeeAnn's finger around her clit. Together the two women massaged Diane's sensitive bump as Diane rocked her hips up and down. Diane was moaning softly, almost purring as she felt the pleasure flowing through her body. Her tits tingled as LeeAnn sucked them harder. As Diane rocked her hips upward, LeeAnn's finger slid into the wet vagina. LeeAnn plunged her middle finger into the slippery slit and began finger fucking Diane's hot hole. As she worked her finger in and out, she played with the clit with her thumb. Diane's pussy felt warm and very slippery. Her clitoris sent signals of joy through her body. Although Diane's cunt felt snug around LeeAnn's finger as it plunged in and out, she gently pushed a second finger into the hole. Diane felt her cunt being stretched to accommodate the added finger, her vaginal muscles flexed to squeeze the two fingers. The added finger felt good as the two digits worked the hungry vagina. Diane enjoyed the feel of LeeAnn's fingers working against her vaginal walls. LeeAnn stopped sucking the firm pink nipples. She kissed Diane's breasts all over then kissed between them. With soft kisses she worked her way down Diane's stomach. Diane spread her legs wide making room for LeeAnn to lie between her legs. LeeAnn's mouth reached the heart shaped pubic hair, kissing her way to the hard clit. When she reached the clit, she began kissing and nibbling it, delighting Diane. LeeAnn now concentrated on licking and sucking the sensitive clit as she gently finger fucked Diane with two fingers. LeeAnn could taste the pussy juice that was oozing from the cunt as she worked her fingers in and out. She breathed in the aroma of Diane's sexual secretions. Her own pussy was hot and wet with excitement and anticipation. LeeAnn moved her tongue down to the wet labia. She felt Diane's fingers on either side of her face. Diane was spreading her pussy wide in anticipation of LeeAnn's tongue entering her. LeeAnn paused as she pulled her fingers from the hole; she looked at the soft pink flesh of this hot hole awaiting her kiss. She looked at the hole slowly closing after being stretched by her fingers. She savored the sparkle of pussy juice coating the lips. She lowered her face into the waiting lips and began licking. She licked around the lips at first, pushing her tongue into the folds of skin. Seeking out the sensitive areas and then gently licking them as Diane purred with pleasure. Diane pushed her pussy up into the talented tongue that was dancing around her cunt. LeeAnn played around the perimeter of the pussy for a long time before burying her tongue deep in the center. Diane gushed as she felt the tongue dig deep into her cunt. She tried to spread her legs even wider, tried to pull her vagina inside out, tried to get the maximum penetration of the tongue into her. LeeAnn now began to tongue rapidly and expertly. She resumed rubbing the hard clit, flicking it with her index finger. Diane felt the electricity as her sexual buttons were rapidly pushed. She began bucking wildly as the lovely face between her legs sucked her cum. Diane felt the orgasm building deep inside her. She moaned then screamed as her first orgasm erupted. LeeAnn responded with deeply penetrating tongue action in conjunction with terrific attention to her clit. LeeAnn was rewarded with a gush of warm juice as the orgasm crested. LeeAnn drank in the hot juice and dug deeper with her tongue. Another wave of excitement rushed through Diane's body as she came to another high. She felt the wave of pleasure shoot through her again. She worked her body frantically as additional electric charges shot through her with diminishing magnitude. Girl to Girl Although LeeAnn continued to eat her pussy, Diane's body began to relax. She felt a need to kiss LeeAnn. She pulled LeeAnn to her face and began kissing her, tasting her own love juice in each kiss. She smelled herself on LeeAnn's face. Diane held her lover close and began to marvel at the excitement she had felt being with a woman for the first time. As the two women lay together kissing, LeeAnn took one of her full breasts in her hand. She began rubbing her breast against Diane's. Diane felt the firm nipple rubbing against her hot breast. Diane's nipples swelled as the other nipple rubbed it. Diane took her breasts in her hands and began to rub them against LeeAnn. LeeAnn's pendulous globes hung down, nipples hard as Diane teased them with her own firm nipples. The women exchanged deep wet kisses. LeeAnn moved her lips down to Diane's tits. She lay between Diane's legs, her pussy now rubbing against Diane's. As LeeAnn began kissing and sucking Diane's tits, she rubbed her pussy into Diane. Diane felt the grinding cunt pressing into her, she responded immediately. Diane moved one hand down to the joined pussies; she felt the beautiful bush of hair mashed against her. She worked her fingers in and began rubbing. She felt LeeAnn's clit and worked her finger against it. As she rubbed the clit, she pushed her own clit up. She could now rub both clits as the two women worked their passion. LeeAnn pushed one leg under Diane's leg and swung the other leg over her leg. She sat up and pushed her crotch up against Diane's. Now the two pussies were rubbing labia to labia. The two pussies were warm and wet; the love juices seeped out and made the cunts slippery as LeeAnn ground her pussy into Diane's. Diane continued to finger LeeAnn's clit and her own. LeeAnn leaned back using her arms to support herself and to push her hot crotch into Diane. She looked down at the heart shaped pubic area grinding against her own tangled bush. The two women now moaned together as the pleasure of their pussies radiated through their bodies. Diane rubbed the two clits more rapidly as she felt herself building to a crescendo. LeeAnn responded with more vigor, knowing her partner was getting as close as she was to an orgasm. The thrill of rubbing her pussy against another pussy excited Diane immensely. Suddenly she reached that marvelous peak and felt the rush of energy as she came. The electric charge surged through her pussy and into LeeAnn, triggering a complementary burst of pleasure. The joined cunts flooded with warm cum as the two women screamed in joy. Diane sat up, wrapped her arms around LeeAnn, and smothered her face with kisses. Their bodies slid against each other, slick with the perspiration of their blistering love making, slick with saliva from kissing and licking each other, slippery with the love juice from two very wet hot pussies. - The End - [If you enjoyed this story and would like to say thanks - then please do. I'd also be interested in your gender and age (20's 30's etc.). If you care to tell me what you enjoy it will help me decide what topics to work on in the future.]