0 comments/ 152307 views/ 10 favorites Kisses By: ChocolateKisses Today was the beginning of another slow week at the office. I worked as Secretary to the Managing Director for small Advertising Agency here in Barbados. My boss, Mr. David, had left for vacation last week, a two-month vacation. I generally loved when he was absent, for I had little or no work to do as I was his Personal Secretary and not the Company Secretary. But that was only when he was absent for a day or two, not two months. We were just into week two and I was bored out of my mind already. In times like these, I sometimes didn't even come to the office, but today being the first working day of the week, I decided to come in. * * This was to be, in ways that I did not know then, an important decision. * * Around midday I received a phone call from a woman by the name of Nasma Sharp. She called concerning her daughter Ava Sharp who was a contestant for the Ms. Barbados title in the next three months. She wanted me to be the Chaperon of her daughter for that show. I told her I would have to meet with her daughter before I can make any commitments and we arranged a lunch date for the following day. Apart from this work that I do here as a Secretary, I am also into the modeling world. In my younger years I was a model, most of my modeling career was here on the island. I've done countless fashion shows and also entered a few pageants, claiming six crowning titles, Ms. Barbados being one of them. That one I gained at the age of twenty. I am now thirty-nine and my modeling days are long gone. What I do now, and have done for the past fifteen years is act as Chaperon for the girls entering various pageants upon their request or the request of their parents or even the Organizers of whichever show it was. The role of the Chaperon was to get the girl fully ready for the show. This included just about everything. From soliciting necessary sponsorship to ensuring that she got her rest. Organising for her outfits, her hair, practicing her walk, her smile, her speeches, her performances, photo shoots. Ensuring that she got everywhere she needed to be and on-time. I took over the role of their mothers in a time like this. In extreme cases, telling them when to go out and what time to be home. As I said, it included *everything*. But it was something I enjoyed doing, working with the girl and passing on my knowledge thrills me the most and my best reward - apart from my fee of course - is having them gain a title. These things always excite me and as I headed of towards the restaurant the following day. I felt like I always do, like I am the one signing up to take part in the show. I got to the restaurant around ten minutes earlier than we were scheduled to meet. I headed over to table 7 as had been arranged. Ms. Sharp wasn't there as yet. But I asked the waiter to bring me a glass of fruit punch. This particular restaurant made the best punches and it was always a drink of mine when I dined here. I sat going through the menu, for lack of anything better to do, when I was interrupted by a voice. "Good Afternoon. Ms. Grier?" I looked up and there was this gloriously, gorgeous young girl standing above me. "Yes. You must be Ms. Sharp. Please sit." I smiled to her and was greeted with one of the most stunning smiles I have ever seen. It was warm. It was welcoming. It was pleasant. As she sat I noticed a few more of her great attributes. She was slender, but my no means was she *bony* as many models often are. She had an ample bosom for her size and what many refer to as ‘Caribbean hips'. She appeared to be about 5'10," possibly a tiny bit more and to top it all off she had a head of long, thick, flowing hair. She had - for lack of a better phrase - a ‘fresh' look about her. I took to her instantly. "So, I hear you're vying for Ms. Barbados. How prepared are you?" "Not very. I was only approved after signing up, last week, and so I've turned to you." "I see" "Yes. I've heard that you have a great history in the modeling field, not just for yourself, but with the girls you've worked with as well. I know that many have won titles and I want to be one of them" she said I smiled. "Quite great praises coming from a young lady like you. I see you've done research. She smiled at my statement. "By the way how old are you?" "Just turned nineteen" she said with a proud tone in her voice. "Something tells me you hated being eighteen." I said laughing. "You could say that again., because although I *was* eighteen and considered an adult, everybody always went ‘but you're *just* eighteen', and I hated it. I never got to do the things I wanted to do." As we spoke another thing that drew me to her was her eyes. She had a pair of striking eyes. They seemed to smile with her when she did, frown when she frowned. Without even seeing the other contestants, I was ready to believe that this girl was a winner. The waiter came over and we ordered. "Trust me Honey, we all went through it." I said smiling at her complaint. She seemed so relaxed and easy to talk to. It seemed that she was able to express herself freely. This was a quality that some girls lacked. They may be able to sashay themselves down a runway, flashing brilliant smiles, but conversations with them seemed forced. "So, what do you have in mind for the show?" "Well.. I don't know, not really" "My first tip as your Chaperon, avoid the opening "Well" when you're talking to someone." "Okay" she paused "What I do know, is that I want you to do my gown." "Ahhh.." I said smiling. "So you really have done some research" I also designed and created evening gowns. Although I've never considered it to be by any means a ‘profession', I've done it as far back as my own gowns for different shows. The money was very good, but I considered it more of a hobby. "Yes, I have.. and I know you're the best" "Are you sure you don't want to get into politics?. You talk a good game Ava" I said with a smile "Might I call you that?" "Ofcourse. I'm serious tool. I need you to do my gown." "Wonderful." Now lets discuss the ever-so-important; money. What sort of funding do you have already?" "W-" I looked at her sternly, knowing what she was about to begin with. She immediately picked up and continued "As it stands, the Committee is giving us some money, I don't know how much, but some. Apart from that I am not sure of anything else. "okay darling, don't worry your head. I'll contact the organizers of the show and get an idea of what's happening. Up front though, my usual charge to design and create the gown is $2,500.00. That could fluctuate. It depends on what's the theme of the show. My Chaperon service is $2,000.00. But you need not worry. Once we gain sponsorship for you, everything will be covered." "As I said earlier, you're the best and I'm okay with whatever you say." I smiled to myself. My, my. Isn't she a charmer? "Okay. We have three months. That's enough time to play with. In the next month we'll set a financial foundation for you. Following that we'll work on your modeling and your talent and in the last month, we'll do the dress." "Sounds like a plan" she said smiling. The waiter brought our food and we began to eat. During the meal, I asked her about herself, trying to get a feel as to what type of person she was, the things that relax her, the things she enjoys. I was trying to paint a picture of her in my head. The perfect setting, with the perfect gown. As we were finishing the meal I said to her "Okay Ava, give me about week to come up with an outline for the show, and to get some feedback on sponsorship. I'll most likely have a sketch of the gown for you then." "Great. So soon?" she asked. You heard the excitement in her voice. "Yep. How about Saturday afternoon? My place." "Saturday it is" I gave her the address to my house and asked her to bring her parents along. "nice to meet you Ms. Grier." "Same here Ava." We stood, shaking hands before we left. I was anxious to work with her on the show. I usually was, but something about this girl held me. Something I couldn't place my finger on. * * * Getting back to the office, it appeared that much hadn't changed. I didn't expect it to. It was still a slow day. I sat at my desk. I looked through the directory and found the names and numbers of persons on the Organizing Board for the Miss Barbados Pageant. I got in contact with one, Mrs. Newman. I introduced myself to her, explaining who I was. We got into talking about the show, in which I learned some more about the show. As usual the winner of the show would move on the Ms. Caribbean Pageant in the next few months and then Ms. Universe next year. This years show had a Caribbean theme and the girls were to portray something that would depict "Caribbean Splendor" as the theme was. Hmmm... Caribbean Splendor. It had my mind spinning already, coming up with vivid images of gowns for the show. She went on explaining that it was a total of twenty-five girls. They would compete in Swimsuit, talent, evening gown categories, and then be broken down to a final five. She also informed me that each girl would be given $2000 and that they were to come up with the rest to carry them through the show. They would be given swimsuits as they will all wear the same piece. The ultimate prize, apart from the title, would be a BMW 525. ‘Wow!! What a prize' I thought. Why didn't they have that in my day. There was also going to be a general meeting for the Girls and their Chaperons/Managers two months prior to the show where they would be briefed on the full running of the show. I thanked her for her assistance, and me being the one to always believe ‘strike while the iron in hot' I Went right into preparing a list of persons from whom I can solicit sponsorship. I came up with a fabric company, a jewelry company, a clothing company, a Shoe store, a hotel and a couple banks. They were all businesses that I had worked with in the past. I had a good relationship with them and I didn't think I would have many problems if at all any. I completed my day at work by sitting back at my desk, returning to Solitaire. A few telephone calls came in, but nothing major. At the end of the day I packed up and left the office. I went directly home. Getting there I immediately went to my desk, putting pencil to paper, remembering her shapely, beautiful body, imagining how the dress would fit. After a few trials and errors. I came up with the perfect sketch, of what I pictured. Having the base of the gown. I set it down. Deciding to work on the detailing another time. I looked up and realized that the only source of light in the house was the one from my workstation. I didn't realize it had gotten so late as I worked. I went to my room, changing as I went. I lived in a two-bedroom house, except one wasn't bedroom. I had converted the larger of the rooms into my work area. My computer/workstation to one corner, sewing machines and table to another and my treadmill and workbench in their corner. The kitchen was small and simple. The better parts of my house was the living room and the verandah . They were relaxing and homey yet at the same time had an air of sophistication - or so I was told. The living room was covered in a plush brown carpeting, with lovely beige leather sofas. I remember them being a ‘thank you' present from one of the girls I worked with, who later became Ms. World. The verandah was long and spacious, but for a few wicker chairs. My life, as it stood was basically work and the occasional show or wedding or some other event that I did a gown for. Outside of that, there was very little. I didn't go out much. The occasional stop at a bar, of course, but I couldn't remember the last time I went to a party. In my latter teen years I as at party every week, I was now thirty-nine and I guess as you grow older, you grow out of it. I also hadn't been in a relationship for quite a while. My last partner was almost a year ago. Desiree was wonderful girl and I missed her. Our relationship was a great one and of course, as a key element in most relationships, the sex was wonderful. She was a great lover, very passionate and ohh very kinky. We spent much time together but that was before she had to leave the island. She had family abroad, and I understood that she wanted to be with them. We still kept in contact and ever so often I would think back to the good times we had and would miss her terribly. My drawer filled with strap-ons, vibrators, cuffs, gags, lotions and various other stimulators and toys served as a constant reminder. My vibes were often used, but the rest sat in my drawer. Finding another partner was difficult. See here in Barbados the ratio of straight to lesbian women was in my mind, somewhere around 100:1. Not only was that the issue, but such relationships were still closeted, as it was not commonly accepted by all. The best bet in meeting someone was at the only gay bar on the island, and that often proved futile as many of the ladies there was only up for ‘fun and games'. I wasn't looking to rush into a relationship but at the same time I wasn't only after sex and one night stands either. I hadn't given up on finding someone, but I wasn't going to make it an element in my life. I believed that what is meant to be, will happen. And that everything takes time. I changed into some workout gear, as I intended to get some exercise. I spent about and hour an a half going through my routine, then had a shower and settled in front of the television for while before heading off to bed. * * * I headed off to work the next day. Every day went the same as expected. I had little to do. I used the opportunity to call around the different persons I had targeted for sponsorship and doing the usual formal request letter. I advised them that they would receive the necessary information on the contestant soon. The general response was one of interest, but would be delayed, as anticipated, until they saw who was going to be carrying their name and products. I spent the rest of the week at home. If there were any emergencies at the office I would be contacted. My days were spent adding in the details to the sketches for Ava's Gown By Saturday it was perfect and as I presented it to Ava and her parents, I saw the look of delight all over their faces, especially Ava's. "I love it. I love it" cried Ava. She was smiling that beautiful smile I knew would win the judges over. It was a long flowing gown, which would flatter her hips nicely, but not pronounce it. Its bodice was for the most part in a sheer fabric, all but the bust area. And it was covered in trails of Hibiscus flowers and leaves. From the bust line, the flowers cascaded down to the hem of her gown. The material of the gown was a soft yellow tie-dyed fabric that can be hand done and would be complemented with rhinestones adorning the leaves. Mr. and Mrs. Sharp were both smiling as well. They seemed to be a nice couple. They appeared to be in their mid-forties and I saw where Ava got her beauty. Mr. Sharp was strikingly tall and very handsome, a nice dark brown complexion and the same warm eyes that Ava had. Her mother was quite shorter and of East Indian decent and it was evident that Ava got her long soft flowing hair from her Mom. Another thing the mother had handed down was that gorgeous smile. They seemed very supportive of Ava, and from my experience working with girls on this level, this was one of the most important things in carrying them through the competition "What are you going to call it?" asked Mrs. Sharp. "Tropical Bloom" "Ahhh...Catchy. And appropriate, very appropriate" came Mr. Sharps impressed tone. "Yes. The theme for the Show, being ‘Caribbean Splendor' I don't think that anything things shows the splendors of the Caribbean more than the Bloom of the tropics, so I think this will represent it well" I explained "and I love the use of the colours. Ava will look so lovely in it" Mrs. sharp was already so proud of her daughter. After discussing the gown a bit more, we launched into the financial aspect of things. "I'm assuming Ava told you of my charge. That will only be part of her expense of the show. We have to consider the costume for the talent and of course events prior to the show. I've but together a slight budget covering the expected things. Have a look" I handed them copies of it "How do we come up with that kind of money?" The Organizing committee of the show is giving each girl $2,000. As you see this won't cover as much as quarter. But the rest, we are hoping to come up with in sponsorship." I explained to them the different persons I have contacted and the expected volume of contribution. Which would cover the entire balance of the costs. I explained that I needed some photos of Ava with a bit of a history on her. Listing every show or public appearance she has made and persons she has worked with. They agreed and assured me I would have it on Monday. This was great, as the earlier I got it the better. Mr. and Mrs. sharp had to leave and they excused themselves as I had more things to discuss with Ava. I wanted to get a feel of where her head was in preparation for the show. "Do you want something to drink?" I said getting up. "Yes please. Some juice will be nice" "No problem. Come with me." I made my way to the kitchen as she followed. "So Ava, I guess you're very excited" I said while I poured a glass each. "Are you kidding me Ms. Grier?! I'm more than excited! I'm jumping out of my pants!" She said grinning. "Okay, first off, lose the first name Sweetie. Jordan will work just fine." I smiled at her She smiled back. "No problem Jordan." "The next couple months will be very hectic, so you've got to be ready for it. Especially within the last month." "I know" "Prepared to put the rest of your social life on hold for a while?. Every time you go out, it will be something associated with the show" this I had to make clear upfront as some girls in the past still wanted to do things that their schedule didn't allow and I cant even begin to discuss the boyfriends. "Is your boyfriend going to understand?" "Boyfriend!!" "You don't have one? ..Sorry I just assumed that a pretty young woman life yourself had someone spcial in your life. And why such a tone anyway?" I asked laughing "What's wrong with boyfriends. "Nothing I guess" she said, before drinking from the glass. "Go on." I said, probing for more "Let's just say that having someone special in your life doesn't necessarily mean having a boyfriend" Was I hearing right? Is this beautiful young woman in front of me, just like me? She doesn't have a boyfriend? ‘Having someone special doesn't necessarily mean having a boyfriend?' Is that someone a woman? Is that what she was saying? Or was I thinking too fast? I don't know if she saw the thoughtful look on my face, but she quickly changed the topic. "What sort of pictures do you want for the sponsors" Trying to tear my thoughts away from where they were. "They're not sponsors yet, but I know after they see your face, they will be" I said smiling to her. She blushed. "Thank you Jordan." "I'm serious you're absolutely gorgeous. They'll love you. Send a full-length shot, a half shot, a face shot, and one other that you like. She was smiling, slowly. Seductively? "No problem, my mom will get them to you on Monday" "Good. Now, what's your modeling like?" "Fair to fine, I've done a couple small shows, nothing major though and this is my first competition. Wanna see something's now?" "Of course" She rest down her empty glass and headed off to the living room. She began slipping on the sandals she came with. Kisses "No, no sugar, not in those. Too low. What size do you wear?" "Nines" "Perfect. Come with me" I headed off for my room so we can get proper pair of heels for her to use. I bent going through my closet for the shoes. I was a lover of shoes. I had many pairs and they were all stored in their boxes. "Got a factory in there?" she asked laughing. "You could sure say that again. I go crazy for shoes" The laughing continued behind me and as she trailed off, she asked "Is that your sister" Without turning to look I knew she was referring to the picture I had of Desiree, my ex, on my bookstand. I hesitated a while "umm... no" My back was still turned, but I wasn't looking for shoes. Dare I say anymore? I decided against it. I didn't want to make her nervous. I continued searching through the shoes until came up with two pairs. Turning to her with them, she was sitting on my bed with the picture frame of Desiree in her hand. I am not certain why she was so bold, and it made me uncomfortable. Especially knowing what was on the back it. As I thought this she flipped the picture over, then read aloud "Kisses to your lips..." She looked up at me. Her eyes held mines. Those warm, yet powerful eyes. I felt mesmerized by them. She continued reading .."Both sets of them" I remained fixed in front of the closet, boxes in hand. Looking at her, not uttering a word. What was that look I saw in her eyes? I tried to read her. I couldn't. Not knowing what she was thinking made me nervous. She tenderly laid down the frame then got up coming towards me. When she got to me, she placed her hands softly over mines on the boxes. She leaned in towards me, towards my lips. I closed my eyes and waited, but her lips didn't meet mines. Instead, I felt them at my earlobe. They brushed gently over it. A gasp escaped my lips. "so you do understand what I was saying earlier" She whispered. She was referring to the statement about someone special as compared to a boyfriend. With that she suddenly, withdrew taking the boxes out of my hand. Before she turned to walk away, I noticed a brazen smile on her face. What on earth was this young woman up to? Was she teasing me? How did she do that to me? My response earlier, or lack of, confused me. Why did she make me so nervous?.. I was twice her age! Why did I feel like putty a little while ago? All these questions bombarded me as she walked away. I gingerly followed her outside, taking my questions with me. When I got out, she was in the verandah putting on the higher of the shoes, a 4" pair of black pumps. As she looked up as I approached, I saw a change in her eyes. The look that had me a bit intimidated and nervous earlier, was gone. It was replaced by the innocent, cheerful twinkle. She showed absolutely no sign of anything just transpiring between us. Dare I say something? I decided against it. After all. It really was her shot to call. I said nor did anything. I went to the stereo and tried to regain the friendly but professional attitude I had when working with the girls. I selected a CD that had some upbeat music on it. As the music started, so did she, from one end of the verandah to the next. Her slim, lithe, figure swaying, as if she was on the greatest runway. She was wonderful. Her turns precise and poses snappy. And that gorgeous smile. I didn't see much room for any assistance from me. My work would be easy. "Brilliant" I exclaimed as the song ended "You're so natural, so relaxed." I said going to take off the music. "Look out Tyra Banks. Here comes Ava Sharp!" "Was I really that good" she asked laughing "Yes Sweetie, that good, lets hope you carry that on stage with you" "Okay, but to make a true comparison to Tyra Banks, you've got to see me in my underwear." There was that look again. Equally I was turned into putty again. What is it with that woman?! She stood looking at me intently, holding my eyes. I bid myself to say something. But what? ‘Get some control!' I urged myself. ‘Take a hold of this!' "I guess you're right." I said pausing, "Then there is only one way to know" I said stepping towards her. "One thing though, I don't have on a bra" she said in a very sultry tone "Hmm.." I murmured equally matching her tone and look. I slightly brushed my hand over her breast. I felt, then saw her nipple grow taut. "then I guess I wont be able to make that comparison" I said quickly backing away. Two can play that game, I thought. I looked as her head hung and her face flush. ‘Nice' I thought to myself, who's left hanging now? "Remind your mom to send me the pictures. I'll talk to you next week." I turned my back, leaving her removing the shoes, as I walked away smiling. No way was I letting a nineteen year old tease me and get away with it. About two minutes later I heard her call out to me that she was leaving. Moments later I listened to the engine hum as she drove off. Though I now thought to myself that I had ‘control' of things, I still wondered what was going on with Ava. Was she truly coming one to me?. Did she want me? Why would she want a woman twice her age? It's been so long since I've been with someone. Should I encourage any further advances made by her? Were there going to be any further advances be her? Were they truly advances at all? I continued with my battling thoughts but as my day continued they became less and less a bother. I just set them aside, thinking that they meant nothing, that I was getting ahead of myself. * * * As promised, her mother brought the documents and photos to me Monday morning. I scanned the photos, did the letters and sent them out. Within an hour, just about all the contacts called me. As I anticipated, they fell in love with Ava. Her beauty captured them and they each agreed to sponsor the different things being requested. In total I was able to get outfits, jewelry and shoes for any promotional advertisements or events leading up to the show and for the night of the show as well. I was able to get the fabric and accessories I needed for her gown. I was also able to get money, to the tune of $10,000. It was much more than I hoped for. This would be able to amply cover all foreseen expenses, including entertainment. I called Ava at the photo studio where she worked. Not giving her the news, I asked her to meet me for lunch at the same restaurant from before. When I got to the restaurant, she was already there. She was sitting at the bar, looking as beautiful as ever, in a red halter-top. Her back so invitingly smooth. "Hey you" I said coming up behind her, sitting on the stool next to her. "Hi" She said cheerily. Ohh.. That smile!! "So, to what do I owe this lunch date?" "Can't your Chaperon just want to see you for lunch?" I asked innocently. "Ohh comn!!. You said you had good news! Stop playing with me!" ‘Ohhh.. How I wish I was' I thought dreamily, trying hard not to look at her beautiful breasts that were revealed to me by the top. "Wish you were what?" She asked in that sexy tone that drove me crazy a few days ago. I hadn't realized that I had spoken aloud. I didn't try to cover it up though. I just attempted to move on with the conversation. "The sponsors called" I said. It seemed that, that held her attention and she didn't pursue an answer to the question she just asked. "Go on" "Well it seems that we got more than we bargained for" "You're kidding me.. So soon? How much more?!" I proceeded to list what we got from whom. Her face lit up with each sentence. When it all sank it. She screamed, "This is great news. I can just kiss you!!" and in a much lower tone after purposely pausing, "Which set of lips do you prefer I kiss?" her eye twinkled wickedly. I couldn't believe she just did that, and I realized then that if I intended to be around her until the show I would have to maintain my sanity, my composure and my professionalism. To do that, we needed to get things out in the open. Useless worry was going to do neither of us any good. "Listen Ava. Lets talk about this" "About what, the money?" she said with feigned innocence. "No Ava, you know that's not what I'm referring to. I'm talking bout us, and our err--relationship. What is it that you want with me, apart from having me be your Chaperon for the show?" She didn't hesitate one bit with her answer. It came as to-the-point and precise as imaginable and I was taken aback for a while "I want you" "I am serious Ava" "So am I Jordan. We've already discovered that we share a certain .. umm.. quality in common and I don't see any problems. Is the woman from the photo still around?" "No she isn't" "Okay, so we're both unattached. We can take this where ever we want to." She paused. "When is the last time you've had someone make love to you Jordan?" "Excuse me?" Her directness knocked me completely away. I hadn't anticipated any such reaction from her. "You heard me. When was the last time you've had a woman touch those breasts. Hmm?.. Or rub your thighs?" with that she rested her hand on my leg, massaging it with her fingertips. I was lost in the sensations that she brought on and a short moaned escaped my lips. "See. I know it has been a while" I snapped out of my trance-like state as her fingers stopped moving. "Christ Ava!! This is only the third time we've met. Why are you so certain of this?" "Because I've felt it. I've felt it from the first meeting. And I know you feel it to. I see it in the way you look at me, I see it in your eyes. Are you going to tell me that you don't want me." Ava's outspoken quality alarmed me more and more. Here is this young woman, literally persuing me, not even blinking an eye. She was dead serious. But why? "I'm not saying I don't, but -" "Do you?" "Yes, but-" She cut me off yet again "Then there are no buts" "There are buts Ava. Do you think we'll be able to maintain both a personal and professional relationship together? We'll be together a lot of the time? Can both survive? One will lack because of the other. What if things don't work as you want it to? Would your performance for the show be ruined? Don't you think that am right?" I rambled wondering if I was asking myself the questions, rather than her. "That's probably it Jordan. You think too much. If we want it to work, it'll work" I wouldn't imagine that this young woman could be so stubborn. And in the back of my head, I was telling myself that I was a bloody fool to turn down this attractive, evidently hot-blooded little lioness. If she was this dominant in such a situation, what would she be like in bed? I tucked that thought away saying to her, "It can't work" "If you say so Jordan" She crooned bringing her face closer to mine "But you I will have you." With that she got up and walked away. I couldn't believe it. This woman wants me and she is telling me in no uncertain terms that she will have me. I scolded myself for turning her down, but my scolding was truly a mask, for I did know why I did it. I was fearful. It was my age. I was twice her age and I doubted myself. I have never had such a young lover and while I wanted to, I still wondered why would she be interested in me. My body isn't what it used to be. She was so beautiful. She can have anyone she wanted. Why me? * * * For the next two weeks Ava and I didn't see nor speak to each other. There was no reason and I guessed neither of us pushed it. Her mother and I spoke a few times concerning Ava's talent piece. She was going to do a dance and for that she had a choreographer. Money was out of the way, so we had no major concerns. The next time Ava and I spoke was the Saturday morning of the general meeting with the organizers, models and managers. She called saying that her car was in the garage, and was wondering if she could ride with me to the meeting. That was fine with me and even if it wasn't, I still had no choice. It was my duty. I picked her up a little after noon. The meeting was at one. She was wearing black close fitting pants and a white cowl neck top. Her hair flowed loosely down her back. She looked wonderful. We talked about what to expect at the meeting, seeing the other girls for the first time. Nothing came up remotely close to our conversation two weeks ago. The meeting went well. The girls were all lovely, but much mingling and conversation was not done between them. The organizers basically briefed us on the actual night of the show. How the categories will flow, the voting systems and so on. They also had a pattern of the swimsuit that the girls would be using. The contestants had options of colours and style (as in whether they wanted 2 piece or whole suit) but he swimsuits were the same. We picked a red 2 piece suit, knowing it would work well with her "Tropical Bloom' theme for the night. We were given a schedule of activities for the next two months, the first being a promotion photo shoot the following week. There were a number of gala events that they had to make appearances at, a few conferences and interviews, and then rehearsals in the last two weeks. It seemed that only then did the full responsibility of entering such a pageant sink in with the girls. They were all quiet throughout. We left the building around 6:00 pm, though the girls we silent, the Managers and Chaperons had much to ask and discuss. On the drive back home, I drove slowly while we spoke about the meeting. The road had very little traffic and we were able to take our time. Ava didn't stop talking. Her excitement was through the roof, as I suspected it would be, but she was also a bit nervous. "What if its too much?" she asked worriedly. "No time for any jitters" I said cheerfully, trying to wipe that thought out of her head. "You know that title is yours. If you want it, take it" "Yes, but does that apply to anything?" At the time, not seeing where she was going with this I responded "Of course and don't let anyone tell you differently" "Good' she said emphatically, turning around in her seat to face me "Then you wont mind this" as she said that she reached over to my legs, slowly creeping her hand up my thighs. She stopped for a while at the hem of my skirt, rubbing my thighs gently. "Ava, do you want us to run of the road" I asked, trying to keep focus on driving "No" she said innocently "If you keep this up we will" Her hand felt so good against my bare leg. Her hand now went pass the hem of my skirt, and her fingers crept around to my inner thighs. I gasped as I felt her fingers tracing the elastic band of my thong "Ava" I moaned. "Don't" She ignored me. "Pull over" she said calmly and I felt her tug at my crotch and then her fingers were at my now moist entrance. "I'll say it again Jordan. Pull over" Her voice was soft but commanding. Her fingertip lightly brushed over my clit, and this was all the egging on I needed. I knew that passing lights from vehicle would spot on us, but I couldn't be bothered. She was teasing me badly, and I had to let her continue. I pulled over unto the shoulder and turned off my lights. As I did this she pushed her seat back, then brought her hands back to my skirt working at pushing it up. "Turn around" I turned around in my seat to face her. "Spread your legs for me Jordan. Wider" She cooed sweetly as she assisted me in placing one leg on her side while the other remained on the floor on my side. I was totally open to her view, to her use. She looked at me with a hunger in her eyes. She began massing my lips through the panties. I felt my wetness grow with each rub of her fingers. She pulled across the crotch and plunged one finger into my wetness. I moaned at this pleasant invasion. She curled her finger up, slowly but firmly massaging my G-spot. "ohhh.. Ava" "You like that?" she asked "Oh yes yes" I moaned as her other hand began gently rubbing my clit. I began rocking my hips against her hands. This felt so great. I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming. I closed my eyes and rolled back my head as her rubbing grew faster and harder. And then suddenly, she stopped. "Gawd no!!.." I cried out, jerking my head up. I was on the brink of erupting She was sitting smiling at me. "no Ava. Don't do this. Please" I needed her fingers back on my clit, working their magic. "Please what?" "I need to cum" "So" "Please make me cum, please play with my pussy" I couldn't believe she was doing his to me. "So you change your mind about two weeks ago?" her fingers crept slowly up my thigh once again. "Yes!!.... No. no." "Which is it?" She crooned and her fingers slowly probed my entrance. "Oh.. Fuck! Just make me cum!! I need to" "I'll take that as a yes" she said wickedly smiling at me. Her fingers began their assault on my clit yet again, and gradually she built me back up. I felt my juices oozing out of me, running down my thighs. I began bucking my hips wildly against her hand as she finger fucked me and rubbed my clit with a fury. My climax kept building and then suddenly it erupted from with me like a volcano. I cried out her name as the convulsions hit me. She kept the rubbing on my clit and gradually brought me back down. I lay back against the door as my legs trembled. It had been so long since my body felt the wonders of another set of fingers; so long since I came at the hands of another woman. She smiled at me, as she continued to massage my pussy, her eyes twinkling. "Told you you'd be mines" I could say nothing. My chest was still heaving and my pussy still quivering. She brought her fingers to her lips licking them one by one, slowly, holding my eyes. "Mmmm " she murmured, "next time I want this directly on my tongue" I couldn't believe this young vixen sitting here in front of me. "I think I better drive the rest of the way" she said opening the door. She walked around the car coming to my side, I managed to scoot myself over to the passenger side without getting out. I laid my head back against the seat dreamily as she pulled off and somewhere I dozed off. I was awaken by Ava calling my name. We had stopped. "Do something for me?" she asked when I opened my eyes. "Slip those panties off for me. I want to have something to go to bed with tonight." I looked out and we were outside her house. I was a bit disappointed. I was hoping that we would have gone to my place. I don't know if she saw it on my face, but she said nothing. "I'll sit with you a while, while you fully wake up. Don't want you sleeping on the wheel" she said grinning. I still hadn't moved. "Not gonna take them off for me?" she asked with faked innocence. "You know I'll take it if I want it" she said grinning wickedly. I couldn't help but smile. "You are priceless!. You know that?" I asked laughing, then eased off the seat, removing my wet thongs" "And so are these" she said bringing it to her nose, before putting it into her purse. The light in her house came on. I quickly tugged down my skirt as Ava got out of the drivers seat. What would her family think if they knew off what had happened? I was only a few years younger than her mother. They couldn't find out. I wondered if they knew she was a lesbian? I opened the door stepping out of the car. As we crossed the front of the car Ava whispered to me. "Kisses to your lips" and smiled. I turned and watch as she sashayed her great ass up the steps to her house. I got into the car and drove home, trying hard not to let my vivid memory of her fingers on my clit disturb me from driving. * * * The next few days I didn't see or hear from Ava. I did not call her, for really I had no reason to, professionally that is. I wanted to know where her head was in relation to me, in relation to us. I wanted her badly. I was attracted to her before, but her magical fingers saw to it that the attraction it grew into more. I longed for her to be with me; to touch me again. I dared not call her though. I couldn't let her know how much of an impact she had on me. I was supposed to be a grown, experienced woman. How on earth did I let this teenager get me so twisted? Kisses The next time we were to meet was the upcoming Saturday. We were to go to Ati Logo, the Shoe Company and Alize, the fashion house. They were supplying her with two outfits for the photo shoot the following day and we had to select them. I resisted the urge to call her until the Friday evening to remind her of it. She wasn't at home. I asked her mom to remind her about it and to have her meet me at Alize at 11:00 am. The following morning I got to the store a few minutes ahead of time and was browsing around the clothes picking out some outfits I thought would look great on her. Ava walked into the store around ten pass the hour. She was in a beautiful yellow sundress, that reflected beautifully against her complexion, her hair swept up on her head. She was like a fresh breeze entering the store and as expected, heads turned. I had already selected two outfits, and she joined me amidst he racks of clothing. "Hey Jordan" She said lightly embracing me, brushing her lips softly on my cheek. I looked around to see if anyone caught it, but I guessed it was innocent enough a gesture not to turn any heads. "Hey yourself. How have you been? How's the dance going?" I asked attempting to make conversation, fearing and wishing for, at the same time, that last Saturdays *happenings* would come up. "It's going wonderful, we've gotten about half way through it" "Good. very good" "When do I come over to your place to run though the modeling' "I don't think you'll need to. You're perfect" "Not even to finalize the Tyra Banks comparison" she said sweetly. There was that alluring sexiness in her coming through and I couldn't resist playing along. I smiled at her "When ever you think you're ready, come over. But this time you've got to have the underwear to model in." "And if I don't?" she challenged. "If you don't have it, you'll be punished. You'll have to do it without" I said very matter-of-factly, turning away from her in attempts to hide my smile. "Ooohh la la. Now there's punishment I wont mind." She said caressing my butt with her hand. As gentle as it was, that one simple touch started an aching within my loins. I purposely stepped away from her trying hard to get my mind away from the tingling I felt where her hand had been on the curve of my ass. As I walked I felt the burn of her eyes on my legs. I selected another outfit then turned to her. She had a few pieces in her hand. "Lets go try them on." We headed off towards the dressing room. I sat on a sofa outside with the different outfits. She took one and went in. It was a black leather pants with a cheetah print halter. It hugged her figure nicely as she strutted in it for a while. She tried the next piece, which was a red skirt that reached a little over her knee, with a matching jacket and a turtle neck top. She also looked marvelous in that one and I knew we would have a tough time decided on two out of the five we took. The third piece was a navy long dress, the back completely bare but for a few strings which laced up. "I'd need your help for this one" Ava called out from inside. I rest down those I had in hand and headed in. As I entered, Ava was bending over pulling down the skirt off her feet. I got a wonderful view of her smooth, tight ass. Hearing me come in she straightened and turned around facing me with the most perfect set of bare breasts I had ever seen. I had been given peeks of them depending on what she was wearing, but the total view was breathtaking. They were firm, her nipples small and perky. I couldn't stop myself from reaching up for them. I slowly rolled her nipples between my fingers. She moaned in appreciated and it encouraged me to do more. I stooped slightly, bringing my head to her breasts, capturing one nipple in the warmth of my mouth. "Ohhh Jordan" she moaned, a moan which jolted me back to the reality of where I was and what I was doing. I lifted myself up and whispering in her ear said, "They are wonderful. I - I just couldn't help it." Her body melted into mines "I don't want you to help it." Her hands found mines taking it back to her breasts as she pulled away from me. Her words and gesture made me weak with desire. I wanted to ravish the beautiful body before me, but that same desire made me able to resist. I couldn't. Not here. Not in the dressing room. "Not here Ava" I muttered. "Yes here" she said, leaning against the mirror, pulling me with her. I tweaked her nipple looking at her respond to it. "No Sweetie not here. Lets finish with the clothes then go get the shoes, and I promise you, I'll take you right home and I'll continue. Okay?" "Mmm.. not okay - but I guess we don't have a choice. Lets hurry" she said regaining her composure. I I helped her slip on the dress then laced it up for her trying hard not to embrace her and plant isses over the length of her slender back. The dress fitted beautifully. "Here's what" Ava said, taking it off. "Lets use this and the skirt suit before and get out of here" "But the rest -" "Forget the rest Jordan. I want you. I want you now." "We still have to stop off at the shoe store." "That wont be difficult. Lets go. Please" The pained anxiety was unmistakable in her voice "Okay Ava" I laughed We brought out the pieces we had inside and gave the selected two to a clerk. I thought she looked at us a bit oddly, but wanted to get out of there too quick to let it bother me. We signed for the outfits then headed off to Ati Logo in our separate cars. When we got there, Ava went right into selecting matching shoes for her outfits. I browsed through the store and there was, as usual, a *must have* item to add to my many, and I made an immediate purchase. Ava, deciding on her shoes took them to the Manager and i signed for them. We left the store within ten minutes of entering. Ava followed me in my car home. I drove trying to keep my mind on the task at hand, but I couldn't help but think that within the next few minutes I was going to have this beautiful young body all to myself. I couldn't wait. I don't think I was ever this anxious about something before. My heart thudded in my chest. I pulled into the drive, Ava right behind me. I unlocked the door and got as far as entering, before Ava's hands were around me from behind. She turned me around pushing me up against the door, closing it. Her lips met mine in a searing kiss. I wanted her so badly. Our lips and teeth bit at each other in pure animal lust. Her hands flew to my buttons, in attempt to free me of my shirt. I tore it from her hands tugging at them while she moved on to my pant waist. She tugged off the pants over my hips, taking my panties with them. She knelt in front of me, raising one leg unto her shoulder as I faintly tried to purchase on the other, using the door for support. Her destination was obvious and I was eagerly anticipating. Her tongue darted out licking at my slit and I moaned in delight. I felt light-headed.. My knee felt as though it would give away, I was trembling from the sheer pleasure of having her between my legs. Using her fingers to spread my lips, Her tongue began doing magical things to my clit and it wasn't long before she set me off into a mindbending orgasm. She kept up full pressure on my clit as I rocked my hips fucking her face, as a series of mini orgasms followed. This young vixen was wonderful. She lowered my leg and I sank to the floor pulling her down with me. I lifted her dress above her head, then unclasped her bra, releasing her gorgeous breasts. I buried my face in her chest, kissing around her breasts and pushed her back unto the carpet. I took one nipple into mouth and her response was even greater, her back arched off the floor and she released a deep, guttural groan. I shrugged of my loose shirt and bra and lowered my body over her, teasing her skin with my taut nipples.. I slid my body lower, claiming her nipple yet again. Her pelvis ground itself against my thigh signaling her need. I moved down her body, anxious to tend to her needs, slipping her panties over her hips as she lifted, granting me allowance. I settled between her legs, spreading them, looking longingly at her neatly trimmed, almost bare pubes. Enjoying her scent, her aroma... it filled me, it took me, it owned me... I bowed my head letting the tip of my tongue taste the sweet nectar of her puffed, bare lips. Her hips rose and I pulled back, wanting it to last. I felt her craving twisting in her, a craving increased by my teasing denial Leaning in, I placed a soft kiss on her pussy. She moaned, and it urged me to place my mouth over her pussy, completely covering it. I pushed my tongue flat against her opening, stroking it up and down, savoring the taste of my young beauty . Her hands flew to my hair and her legs parted wider. I dove my tongue into her pussy, rocking my head with her hips, humming against her sweetness, my chin being covered in her juices; Juices created by wanton need. I lifted my head, and her legs jerked as my tongue flicked across her swollen, stiff clit, urging me to suck it in between my teeth. Her head began to thrash as her cries filled the air. Her legs flew around my back and pulled me tightly to her pussy, grinding my face into her silkiness. She demanded and I gave. Her body my only form of existence, her pleasure, my only purpose. And then, the most beautiful moment of surrendering to her needs came to surface as she clenched tight, her entire body rolling into the moment. Her eyes wide, but unseeing, her lips emitting a beautiful sound. She held me tight, as her moans grew louder then subsided, her body shaking violently. As her body cruised back down, I brought my self up to her kissing her stomach, her breasts. She wrapped her hands around me pulling me in to her kissing me firmly. "That was amazing" she murmured against my lips. I rolled unto my back and Ava followed, her hands massaging my breasts as she lowered herself to me. "Jordan, why did you resist me in the beginning" she asked kissing around my breasts. "Honestly, because I didn't think you were serious" "But, why not? I told you I was" "Yes, but I didn't think you would want me. I'm twice your age, need I remind you" "That's exactly why I would want you" she said clasping her teeth over my nipple. My body jerked in response. "There are many things I know you can teach me Jordan. I admire and look up to you and to top it off, you've got a great body" she said smiling up at me. She rose up, balancing herself over me "and I love...kissing your lips" she said looking into my eyes "both sets of them." "You devil" I said reaching up and pulling her face towards mine, kissing her. After releasing her, we rose up off the floor taking our clothes with us into the bedroom. I handed her a robe. "I don't think I'll need this . . .and neither will you" she said taking the other one from me. "You're not hiding this body from me again." "We need to go eat though" "we'll eat in the nude" she said smiling. "Okay, on one condition" "My lips needs some kissing.. and I wont tell you which set." "Mmm" she said smiling. "With pleasure" We spent the rest of the day making love to each other, preparing food and eating. It was dark out when Ava asked "Jordan, can I stay with you tonight?" We were laying on my bed. "Can you?" "Yes, I'll just call my mom and tell her we are working on some things still and that I'd stay here tonight to go to the shoot in the morning." "In that case. I would love you to." Then remembering she had no clothes or underwear apart from what she had on today, my face fell. "Ohh no. You'd still have to get a change of clothes for tomorrow" "Don't worry about that," she said with a grin. "Don't worry?.." "Nope. I came prepared" "You WHAT?!?!" What on earth did she mean she came prepared? Did she plan this? "I have underwear, a dress, even a toothbrush in a bag in the car" "Can I ask why?. Did you plan to sleepover?" I asked pleasingly alarmed. "Ask no questions. I'll tell no lies" Ava said laughing. "You are something else, you know that" "Yes" she said, rolling atop me. She lowered her head, brushing her lips over my nipple. "And you like it" With that she lifted up, put on my robe and went out of the room, presumably going to her car. I lay on the bed with a magical smile on my face. Gawd! This young woman was totally wonderful. We later showered then settled into bed. I spooned her beautiful body as we lay, my hand reaching around the front, massaging her mound, probing at her moist entrance, needing to feel her warmth yet again. I just couldn't get enough of her "Gawd Jordan. You're insatiable" she cooed "One of the downsides of being with an older woman I guess" I said smiling into the back of her neck "Downsides?! You've got to be kidding me" She turned around rolling me unto my back "Let me show you downsides" she said, making her way down my body. I knew what was coming and I spread my legs allowing her full access to my anxious pussy. * * * As always, your feedback and votes are greatly appreciated. * * *kisses* * * Kisses A beautiful early summer morning, the sun shining warmly through the shutters, I lie and absorb the peace and tranquility, feeling my body slowly awakening. I open my eyes and see you lying by my side. Your back is towards me and your long auburn hair cascades over the pillow. The sheet is pushed down to your waist and I gaze at the contours of your body. I raise myself up onto one elbow, and gently pull the hair back from your face. Your eyes are closed, your features relaxed, a gentle smile on your lips. I rest my hand on your shoulder and you stir gently and sigh. I let my hand drift down to gently cup your breast. I hold it there, not moving, but subtly changing the pressure in my fingers, playing a most delicate tune. Your nipple, as yet untouched, starts to swell and the smile on you lips broadens. I bend over you and kiss you on the neck, then move up to take your ear lobe gently into my mouth, slowly sucking and nibbling. You roll towards me and my arms enfold you. We kiss, the long, slow, patient kiss of those who have plenty of time and much to enjoy. Your eyes open for the first time, and I gaze into their emerald depths. I see in them the last wisps of sleep being chased away by the sparks of freshly kindled desire. I push the sheet away, then lower my head tracing a line of kisses over your warm flesh, moving down your neck to your breast. My tongue dances across your soft skin moving up to the tip. I tease your nipple with my tongue, gently flicking against it and then I take it into my mouth, sucking powerfully, feeling it swell and harden between my lips. My hand takes the other between finger and thumb and squeezes firmly. You gasp with pleasure and your hands pull my head tightly against you. With a quick movement you push me sideways and roll over on to me. You look into my eyes, and with a sudden intense passion kiss me hard and deep. Our lips crushed together, your tongue thrusting deep into my mouth. We cling together suddenly aware of the intensity of our desire. You can feel my body responding, my cock, trapped between our bodies, starting to swell. Keeping your eyes on mine you move down the bed, kissing me on the chest and stomach, moving further down Your hand reaches down to grasp my erection. Your fingers wrap around me and hold me tight. Your hand seems to be still, but you too know how to use pressure to build desire. Your fingers tighten and relax sending waves of stimulation through me and I can feel myself hardening in you grip. You lower your mouth and your tongue reaches out to taste the juice from my glistening head. Your tongue runs over and around my hardness, and dips into the my slit to draw out my offering. As you mouth moves away a shining silver thread continues to connect us. Your hand squeezes the base of my cock and I feel myself grow larger still. I reach out and pull you up towards me, then roll you over on to your back. I gently spread you legs and gaze at you beautifully smooth pussy, already wet and glistening. I lower my head and nibble at the inside of you thigh, close to your pussy but not touching. Teasing you, so close, but not close enough. You writhe on the bed trying to push yourself onto my mouth, but I hold you steady. I move to the other thigh and now you are sobbing with frustration. Then I taste you, running my tongue along your slit. Your body bucks at the contact. My tongue moves back and fore, slipping in between your lips, seeking out your swollen clit. As I find it and lap my tongue over it you gasp and your body tenses. You grab me and pull me away, desperate but wanting something more. You push me onto my back and quickly straddle me. You hold my hard cock against your pussy entrance and you pause. Our eyes meet, and it is a delicious moment of agony as we fight for that moment of tranquility. Then with infinite gentleness you lower yourself down. I feel your pussy opening and flowing round me. You are watching me intently, seeing in my eyes the intensity of the pleasure. My head engulfed, you slide down my shaft, every moment a new explosion of sensation. After an eternity, there is no further to go, I am deep inside you, and our bodies are both at the limit. You lower your head, and our lips meet. At the very instant of contact your orgasm explodes, your body pulsing with pleasure, your pussy tightening around my cock. But it is the kiss itself which takes me over the edge, for in the frenzy of orgasm it is the softest most yielding of kisses. Our lips are moulded as one, given entirely to each other. From deep inside me I feel the wave begin. I thrust against you and in huge spasms fill you, wave after wave, as your pussy milks me. We lie together, connected, one, in that special moment of recovery. What a beautiful morning. Kisses As always, I'd like to thank Dr. Bob for his fine insights in editing this story. LeftyLoo always gives his support, too. This is a little story of seduction and the surprising places that love can be found. Please enjoy. * It was a Friday just like any other Friday. I went to work and spent all day every day staring at my computer screen. I am a CPA with a tax law degree and my days are filled with tiny numbers filling computer screens. The tiny numbers belonged to other people doing whatever they did. What they usually did was screw up my meticulously planned and executed budgets, forecasts and conclusions. When they did, as they always did, I sighed and fixed it with more meticulously planned and executed budgets, forecasts and conclusions. While my job paid extremely well, at times it got to be repetitive, frustrating and boring. While it was each of those things at different times, all three rarely coincided on the same day. Today was a significant coincidence day. A major client had gone off the deep end and spent something with at least two commas and six zeroes on a ridiculously oversized yacht that he thought could be a tax write-off and/or be chargeable to his corporation. The repetitive and boring part was poring through the tax codes and his business bylaws trying to find, what I already knew to be, a nonexistent loophole for this jackass. Of course, I never displayed my disdain for his idiotic behavior, hence the frustration. Several times today, I went to the ladies room, pulled a handkerchief out of my purse, stuffed it into my mouth and screamed into it. The respite from the buildup of the anger and frustration, each time, was welcome, but all too brief. My boss was sympathetic, but she said to exhaust all possibilities before telling the jackass that what he wanted couldn't be done. Sometime well after five she came into my office and laid a compassionate hand on my shoulder and told me to go home. "Cassandra," she said, "it'll be here on Monday. Go home, take a long hot bath, have a glass of wine and forget it for the weekend. You'll never find it tonight, anyway." I sighed, "Thanks Margaret, I think I will." She patted me on the shoulder and left my office. I shut down my computer, packed up my briefcase, my laptop and all of my other stuff and headed toward the door. Margaret was turning out lights, so I helped her, then she locked up and we rode down to the parking garage together. She sympathetically patted me on the shoulder once more before I climbed in my car, drove home and parked next to my apartment building. After gathering my things, I walked to the building and rode the elevator up to my floor. When I got out, there was a girl in front of the apartment next to mine, struggling with grocery bags, a laptop case and keys, with everything seeming in immediate danger of falling to the floor. She seemed to be stuck so I rushed to her side. As I set down my things, I asked, "What can I do?" She looked up and smiled at me gratefully, "Could you grab my keys and open the door?" I took them and opened the door. She rushed in and dropped everything on the dining room table. When her shoulders sagged in relief I giggled to myself and thought, 'Been there done that'. I picked up my things and stood at the door. I hadn't paid really any attention to her until she turned around. I saw that she was tiny; maybe five foot one or two, slender with long, thick, shiny, blue-black hair with random streaks of lavender running through it, combed tightly to her head and pulled into a high, tight ponytail. I found the streaks to be very appealing and disturbingly sexy. The ponytail flipped up at the end and swung and bobbed cutely behind her. She was Asian and very pretty. She wore a black London Fog trench coat that she had tied loosely with the belt. Hers looked a whole lot better on her than my matching grey one did on me. Of course, on mine, the buttons were all buttoned and my belt was done up properly, so the difference in appearance was probably in presentation. I was stiff and proper and she was anything but. She pulled off her coat and draped it casually over the back of a chair. She was stunning in a black, form hugging, long-sleeved, knee length knit sweater dress. The neckline was a loose turtleneck that left just her pretty little face, her hands and little else uncovered. Her feet and legs were covered with soft, black leather boots with a two inch heel that came to just below her knees, leaving about two inches of black stocking covered leg showing. Overall, it was a breathtaking presentation. She stood by the chair for a moment steadying herself as she pulled off the boots. As she stood without the boots, I realized that she was five feet tall at the most, tinier than I first thought. I felt like an Amazon next to her. She finished with her boots, and after pulling the tie out of her hair and shaking it out, walked up to me and stuck out her hand, "Thank you so much, I'm Mashita Reiko. Please call me Reiko." Now that we were calm, I noticed her accent and it startled me. Maybe it was a little bit of stereotyping rearing it's ugly head in me, but the last thing I expected was a southern drawl. I giggled, the unexpected accent throwing me off. She tilted her head and grinned, "It's the accent, isn't it?" I reddened and nodded. "My father was one of the first executives to come over from Japan when Toyota bought land in Kentucky for the auto plant there." She said smiling, "I was born and raised in Georgetown, along with my three brothers. We all have dual Japanese and American citizenship because my parents wanted us to be part of this country and culture. They were both raised very progressively and don't follow the more restrictive parts of the Japanese culture very closely... actually, they don't follow any of it at all. They tried very hard to make us part of the community and now my brothers and me sound very much like what we are: natives of Georgetown, Kentucky." She grinned, "It drives my parents' nuts." She was still standing there with her hand out to be shaken and when I realized it I reddened again. I took her small hand in mine and shook it. "I'm sorry, I've been so rude; my name is Cassandra Davis." Reiko came closer to me, pulled me down to her and kissed me softly on the lips, startling me once again. It surprised me that she kissed me, but what stunned me was that it felt so good. Her lips were soft and sweet and her touch was feather light. It was a brief kiss, but it was full of wonder for me. I felt my heart flutter and suddenly found myself short of breath. I didn't close my eyes, but she did and then when she opened them as we parted, I saw the deep richness of her dark brown eyes. She smiled a little when she saw me staring. Pausing, as if to consider what she would do, she closed her eyes and leaned back in to kiss me again. I closed my eyes and allowed her to kiss me again. Her lips touched mine with the tenderness of an angel's kiss and I melted a little with the longer, yet still too brief, kiss. She pulled away slightly and opened her eyes. I sensed her looking at me and opened mine, too. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was dizzy, breathless. The smile was still in her eyes and I decided that I liked it, I liked it a lot. I closed my eyes again and leaned forward. I lost my balance, stumbling a little because she wasn't there, she had withdrawn. I was confused for she was still holding my hand in hers from our handshake. I opened my eyes and saw that she had stepped back a half-step, creating some space. Evidently, she read my disappointment and said, softly, sympathetically, "Come, sit with me." She drew me to the couch. I put my stuff down, sat with her and she took both of my hands in hers. She looked into my eyes and asked something that I totally didn't expect, "Do you prefer Cassandra or Cassie?" In my completely fluid, elegant, Ivy League educated conversational style, I responded eloquently, "Huh?" She smiled softly and repeated patiently, "Do you prefer Cassandra or Cassie?" I regained a measure of my composure. "Uh, Cass or Cassandra, Cassie reminds me too much of my childhood." She smiled sympathetically. "Teasing?" I sighed, the memories still too fresh and painful. "Yes, I was always tall for my age, and consequently, clumsy and graceless. To hide my embarrassment I became a real smart-ass." She smiled again, tipping her head to the side, "Sassy-Cassie?" I blushed, "Uh, yeah." I had no idea why I was telling this girl any of this. I don't share personal stuff... especially with strangers. Personal stuff got you hurt. She smiled gently and reached up and touched my face. "Well, I don't know about the smart-ass part, but you've certainly outgrown the awkward part." Her grin took on a devilish crook and she cocked her head again. "You're always gonna be tall, but the rest of your body has caught up. You're graceful and gorgeous and I'll bet with that strawberry blonde hair and those beautiful freckles there's more than a little Irish in your family history." I blushed again, unable to respond. She giggled, reached up and gently caressed my face again, "Those little blushes are just breathtaking; I'm sure men are just beating down your door." I could feel my blush deepen. "No, not really, I don't date much. I don't do well with boys...um, men. I was embarrassed by my lack of coordination and the fact that until we were in high school, I was taller than ninety percent of the boys in my class. I was five eleven in the sixth grade when most of the boys were still around five feet. Of course, I'm still five eleven; this is all the taller I've ever gotten." I giggled nervously, "Thank God! Anyway, I threw myself into my schoolwork and books. Kids hated me because of my grades and the fact that I screwed up the curve." I hesitated, thinking again that I shouldn't be pouring my heart out to this stranger, but I couldn't seem to stop. "I stayed away from other kids as much as I could. My mom tried to get me involved in other things and sometimes I actually tried to participate, but the kids were always so mean to me." Reiko scooted around, then knelt next to me on the couch and hugged me. "You poor baby, did it get better in college?" Her cheek rested against mine and felt soft and cool and nice. I sighed, "A little. At least boys looked at me differently." I felt her smile against my cheek. "I'll bet they did. You're tall and willowy and have a killer body." Her compliments seemed a little strange, but they did make me feel good, although I was blushing furiously, it made my face feel as though it were on fire. I smiled nervously, feeling a little better about myself, "Yeah, but I didn't and still don't know how to talk to boys, ummm, men. I always end up embarrassing myself. Dates don't go very well." She hugged me tighter and I let my arms go around her. I was completely confused. I had never told anyone about this...any of this, not even my mom. But for some reason Reiko felt safe. She squirmed a little in my arms and I tried to let go but she didn't let me. She pulled my head into her shoulder. "No," she whispered, "let me hold you...you need someone to make you feel loved." Her kind, soft words helped me relax; my face in her shoulder. It was remarkable, this beautiful stranger made me feel more loved and comfortable in the last few minutes than at any time in my life. She squirmed some more, fiddling with her dress and suddenly she was in my lap. I looked down and she was straddling me, her knees bent in a kneeling position. I was stunned to see that she had pulled her dress up around her waist, exposing her panties and the lacy tops of her thigh high stockings. I couldn't keep myself from staring at the tiny black panties, the smooth skin of her bare thighs between the sexy stockings and the silky panties. I saw the groove of her womanhood in the silky panties and idly thought that I didn't see any evidence of hair. The more I looked, the more I told myself to stop, but I was mesmerized. After what seemed an eternity, I felt her fingers on my chin, urging my face up. As I looked at her, I found myself having difficulty breathing. I could feel that my blush had deepened. I was confused, other girls didn't appeal to me, didn't affect me, but somehow Reiko was different. She was kind, she was sympathetic and though I didn't want to admit it to myself, I thought she was amazingly beautiful and sexy. She was soft and smooth and as I breathed I realized she smelled incredible. She leaned forward just a little bit and stopped. I think she was trying to gauge my reaction. My eyes fluttered as I leaned toward her. She closed the gap and her lips brushed mine. The light contact was like an electric shock and it caused me to take a deep shuddering breath. Reiko pulled back a little and looked into my eyes before drawing me into her arms again and gently hugging me to her body. Her body felt soft and firm against mine. I was in heaven but still totally confused. She leaned back, and when I felt her fingers at my chest I jerked away. I looked down and was embarrassed that I had overreacted very badly. She was merely unbuttoning my coat. She pushed it off of my shoulders and helped me pull my arms free. I blushed, the heat flickering on my face. I hung my head and Reiko lifted my chin. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, "I-I didn't realize what you were doing." She put her finger over my lips. "Shhh, you were just startled." Honestly, what I did next, I did without thinking. Her finger was there and it smelled as good as the rest of her. I kissed it. I looked Reiko in the eyes and just kissed it. It made me smile because she was momentarily surprised by my kiss. "Oh!" she squeaked. "Was that okay?" I whispered against her finger, worried. She smiled warmly, "Oh, yes. It was surprising, that's all." I smiled, happy with her answer and kissed it again. "I like the way your finger smells and how soft it is. It feels nice to kiss it." I giggled and kissed it again. She cupped my face and gently pulled us together, whispering, "Then you should love this." Her lips met mine again and again the softness of her lips and the gentleness of her touch reverberated through me to my soul. Chills ran from my scalp to my toes and all of the tiny hairs on my body stood, causing my body to feel like one gigantic nerve ending. She rained tiny kisses over my face, her hands holding my head so gently that I felt as though I was being truly loved for the first time in my life. It felt so good, I felt so good that tears began spilling from my eyes. I took another shuddering breath as Reiko began kissing the tears from my cheeks. I raised my face, seeking her lips with mine. In the short time that we had been together I had begun to crave the feel of her lips on mine. I had never felt like this in my life, let alone feeling something like this so quickly and for a woman, no less. She met my lips with hers and I sighed softly. Her lips left mine and I whimpered; I didn't want her to leave me. I could hear the smile in her soft southern accent, "Not to worry, I'm not leaving you, Sweet One, I'm just exploring, will that be all right with you?" I had no words for her, just a soft moan of assent. Her lips found mine again, briefly before she departed, going exploring. She moved to my cheek, lips brushing gently along the skin, barely making contact. I shivered again, her soft lips exciting me to an extent I didn't think possible. Then, I started thinking about the fact that Reiko was a woman and I began to freak out. Panicked, I tried to pull back from her when she stopped and released me immediately. She sat back, concern reflected in her eyes, "What's wrong, Cassandra?" "I, I, I..." I faltered. I couldn't explain; I was torn... torn between feeling that this was all wrong and wanting her soft touch to return. As I sat there, my face buried in my hands, I felt her gentle touch on my chin, tenderly urging me to raise it. I resisted at first, but the softness of her hands, the kindness in her voice and the compassion in her touch compelled me to raise my head. Her soft brown eyes searched mine, solicitously assuring herself that I was okay. "Cassandra, I don't want to hurt you," she murmured. "I want to make you feel good; I want you to feel loved like you never have before, to make you happy. Please let me do that for you." I held my breath; it was as though she was reading my mind. She somehow knew how she made me feel. Even though I was confused and unsure of what I wanted, I didn't want to give up how she made me feel. I had felt more alive in the last few minutes than I think I had ever felt. I wasn't completely sure what she wanted from me, though I suspected what it was and I wasn't sure I was ready for that. But, I wasn't ready to give up how she made me feel...not yet. Uncharacteristically, I made up my mind; I'd go with this feeling, for now. I'd deal with whatever happened, later, right now I wanted her kisses, her lips on mine and wherever else she wanted them to be. I leaned into her and kissed her, it wasn't as sexy as her kisses, but it was as passionate as I could make it. I could tell it startled her by the way she stiffened, but she quickly recovered and returned my passion. I know I was awkward, but this felt good, right...maybe even perfect. Her lips were soft but insistent, and as awkward and inexperienced as I was, it felt as though she really knew what she was doing. She left my lips again, exploring my cheek, and then sliding to my neck. Just as before, my heart began to race and my breath and heart rate quickened. Even though I was unsure and maybe even a little bit frightened, I let her continue; my desire to experience her lips further overwhelmed my anxiety. She leaned away and I tried not to let my disappointment show. I don't know whether I succeeded or not. My white silk blouse tied at the collar, leaving a large bow tie. I gasped when I felt Reiko's fingers toying with the bow, almost hesitantly fingering it. Then her fingers seemed to slip away just as her lips found my neck again. I sighed in lust, but also in disappointment, I realized that I wanted her to tug on the bow. I wanted her to get to my collarbone...and maybe further and then I pretty much stopped thinking. The soft brush of her lips on the tender skin had me dazzled and focusing on their gentle, but steady descent down my neck. I gasped again as I realized her fingers were back at the silk bow and now were tugging on it. My immediate instinct was to grab her hand, make her stop, but a baser, more primal instinct was to allow what was happening to continue, and I did. Her kisses felt so good that my hand, which had begun to flutter, settled down to my side. I felt wonderful kisses, Reiko's gentle kisses, sliding down my neck. My mind had come back to me a little and I was a little in awe of her and the way she made me feel. Suddenly, I realized that I felt her lips in the scoop of my neck, in the soft, sensitive little hollow. The bow was undone, as were a couple of buttons. I had been so focused on the silkiness of her lips that I completely missed the undoing. My head lolled back as Reiko continued to kiss along my collarbone, pausing to give the hollow a furtive lick. My stomach lurched at the touch of her tongue; it was so unexpected, but so very welcome. My hands, which had been lying idly on the couch, rose as though with a mind of their own, to caress her thighs. When I felt the borderline between her silken skin and the lace of her stockings I lifted my head to look at my hands. I couldn't believe that I was caressing the thighs of a woman, just inches from her vagina. Reiko sat back and watched me watching my hands. I glanced up at her and was startled to see her watching me. I jerked my hands away and she gently caught them. Kisses Looking into my eyes, she whispered, "If you don't mind, I really, really liked the way that felt." She put my hands back on her thighs and said, "Please don't stop." I hesitated, but didn't remove my hands. I looked at them for a moment before looking up into Reiko's sparkling eyes. The expressive dark brown orbs seemed to be pleading with me, yet were shy, nervous. The shyness was unexpected and appealing. I took pity on her and started moving my hands... but that wasn't the only reason. As much as Reiko really liked my touch, I really, really liked the feel of the soft, smooth, skin of her thighs under my hands. I blushed, thinking of what I was doing and was about to do. Reiko wasn't looking at my face; she was still watching my hands. I leaned up and for the first time in my life, I initiated a soft, intimate, romantic kiss with a woman. When I had kissed her earlier it was hard, and aggressive, this was not. Her lips were soft and smooth, but were completely relaxed when I met them and felt even softer than before. She hadn't expected me and withdrew sharply, surprised. I giggled, thrilled that I had surprised her. She looked at me, blinking rapidly. Then she grinned, "You minx!" She quickly pressed her lips to mine, leaning forward sharply. Her movement caused her hips to shift forward, bringing her vagina abruptly into contact with my outstretched fingers. She gasped into my mouth and then thrust her vagina down hard on my fingers. I didn't know what to do; my forefinger and middle finger were buried to the second joint in another woman's vagina, albeit shielded by her silky, black, moist panties. My brain was stunned, but on some level, I recognized that her panties were warm and wet and I liked the way it felt being inside of her. I liked the kisses, but this was too much and I pulled back, quickly removing my hand and turning my head. Reiko recognized that things were moving too fast and she sat up, shifting her hips back. "Ohhh, I'm sorry, Cassandra. I've scared you, are you okay?" She hugged me, gently holding me in her arms. I sat stiffly, allowing Reiko to hold me. I didn't want to like the way it felt, but I did. I didn't want to want to touch her, but I did. I didn't want to raise my arms to hold her, but I did. I especially didn't want to kiss her but I did. I wanted to kiss her so badly, that I leaned away from her, causing her to tremble with sadness. I could see the sadness in her eyes turn to joy as I leaned back in and gently pressed my lips to hers. Reiko was very gentle with me; I assumed she was afraid to scare me again. She kissed me slowly, softly. But the yearning for her lips was quickly building within me. I wanted to feel her tender kisses on my neck and...I could hardly believe what I was thinking, my breasts. I lightly placed my hands on either side of her head and pulled her lips from mine. I saw the slightly panicked expression in her eyes. I had already fallen in love with her eyes. They were so expressive. So I leaned in and kissed each of them before gently pressing her head down and into my neck. I heard a tiny squeal of excitement as her head bobbed up and she kissed me hard. She pulled away and looked at me, "I've wanted this since the first time I saw you. I love your tight, firm ass." She giggled as she saw my eyes widen. "I know you try to hide under those conservative suits, and loose jeans, but I can tell your butt is to die for. And I love your full breasts." She giggled again. "I can tell about those, too. Your suits are finely tailored to minimize them, but your tee shirts aren't. I'm guessing a C, am I right?" I could feel my face burning as I began to redden. "Bingo!" She snickered. My face felt like it was on fire, I knew I was flame red. She leaned in and kissed my burning cheeks. "Awww, I'm sorry. I'm just teasing, I'm trying to get you to relax, loosen up." I took a deep breath and looked into those expressive, deep pools of brown. "This is me relaxed. It took everything I had to pull your lips to my neck. Just take yes for an answer, would you please." She blinked, staring at me, and then suddenly burst out in laughter. My heart skipped a beat at the sound of her joyous, unrestrained delight. I had found another thing about Reiko that I loved. She kissed me quickly several times, all while still snickering. "You are too, too funny!" She didn't actually get totally serious then, she still had a small smile on her face, but she did get more serious. After one last long, soft, body squirm inducing kiss, Reiko started at my ear again and proceeded to slowly work her way down my neck. Did I say slowly? Her pace was excruciating, barely moving at times. Her kisses and licks seemingly intended to induce the maximum amount of writhe to my body. I don't know how she kept her lips in contact with my skin. Once I had accepted what I was feeling, my body reveled in the exquisite soft touches and licks it was experiencing for the first time. I alternated between trying to get away, not because I was frightened, but because the pleasure was so great, I was becoming overwhelmed and trying to absorb her lips into my skin. Reiko had not touched my vagina, but I was experiencing a tingling and wetness down there that was new and very exciting. Along with the tingling and wetness I felt tenseness in my body that I had never felt before and I didn't understand. It didn't feel like stress, it was pleasurable, but it was building. Reiko's lips had not yet reached my collarbone again, yet I felt like I was about to burst. I tried to focus on her lips, hoping that ignoring the throbbing warmth between my legs would make it dissipate, but it just intensified. The density of the throbbing became deeper and harder and now I was having trouble breathing. In the midst of all of this, it occurred to me that I was lying flat on my back with my skirt hiked up around my waist and somehow Reiko was nestled between my legs. The thought was only fleeting because Reiko lifted up her head, looked into my eyes and thrust her vagina against mine. All coherent thought disappeared as the most devastating sensation I had ever experienced raced through my body. I was riding wave after mounting wave of pleasure as it ravaged my body. The tingling that had been in my vagina had burst forth and was enveloping my body. It didn't seem to want to subside, sustaining the intensity; seemingly forever. The roaring in my ears, the colors before my eyes and the tingling of my skin was conspiring to bring me more pleasure than I had thought possible. My body was balanced between my shoulders and feet on the couch, my senses on fire, Reiko riding me, when it suddenly all went black. I began to realize that Reiko was gently kissing me and speaking softly to me. I opened my eyes and looked into her eyes, which seemed very concerned. "Wh-what was that?" I murmured. She smiled, quite obviously relieved, her expressive eyes twinkling. "What was what?" I smiled timidly, knowing I was being teased. "That amazing feeling, what was that?" Suddenly, the smile fell from her face. "You really don't know?" The seriousness that Reiko exuded made me nervous. "No." "Oh my god!" She threw her arms around me and started crying. "I can't believe you don't recognize an orgasm, that's so sad!" I felt myself start to turn red, I knew I was blushing. I was embarrassed but I was also confused. "I get that it's sad that I didn't know an orgasm, but why are you crying?" She sniffled, her face buried in my chest. "Because you have been denied for so long. I cannot believe that nobody has ever taken the time or cared enough to show you." Her breath hitched in her chest as she sobbed again. I sat, just holding her. I thought about how she was making me feel and I smiled. I especially liked how she had made me feel a few minutes ago. I started to get warm and tingly again. I remembered the twinkle in Reiko's eyes when she made me blush. Even blushing she made me feel special. Special. That was the perfect word, Reiko made me feel special. My own mother didn't even do that. Reiko was special because she made me feel special; I needed her to know that. I wrapped my arms around her tightly and whispered in her ear, "Maybe I was waiting for someone special to show me. Maybe I was waiting for you, my tiny southern belle." I kissed the top of her head and hugged her, holding her as tightly as I could. She froze, I could feel it. I had really fucked up; she would think I was a head case and push me from her apartment, screaming. I let go of her and started to wiggle out from under her. She held tighter, and murmured, "Where ya goin'? I like holding you." My head was now spinning. "I, I, I..." I couldn't finish my thought; I was more confused than before. Reiko kissed the valley between my breasts and all coherent thought was again gone. All I registered was her smooth, soft lips and the tip of her tongue. She picked her head up and looked at me. The twinkle was back in her eyes and she giggled, "You were saying?" I just looked at her. I hesitated and then said, "I don't know." Reiko sat up and pulled her dress over her head. My mouth went dry and I stared at her tiny, perfect body. Her black, silky, lacy bra encased her tiny breasts and as she moved, her chocolate drop nipples peeked in and out from behind the lace. As I stared, Reiko took my hands and pulled me up to sit on the couch again. I was a little dazed as she pulled my jacket off and started unbuttoning the cuffs on my blouse. I tried to focus on something other than Reiko's breasts, but I couldn't manage to tear my eyes away. Every time a nipple peeked out, my heart beat faster. The roaring was back in my ears. Before I knew it, I was sitting on the couch in my bra with my skirt scrunched around my waist. I looked down and started giggling. I must look ridiculous, because I most certainly thought I did. I still had my shoes on, my dark gray pantyhose with my granny-panties and my skirt around my waist. But, I was naked from the waist up except for my plain, sturdy white bra. Reiko grinned, "What's so funny?" I continued to giggle, "Look at me! I am!" She sat back and I could tell she was trying not to laugh, but failing miserably. In trying to suppress her laughter she snorted and that was all it took for both of us. We lost it and collapsed onto each other. We eventually calmed down and still snickering, I began to realize that Reiko's skin was soft, smooth and warm against my own. Suddenly, I couldn't remember what was so funny. I leaned down and kissed her shoulder. Then I kissed it again before sitting back and kissing her chest. I was fascinated by her breasts and kissed down her chest to the valley between them. I moved to the left and found the edge of the little breast and the softer skin caused me to moan. Reiko started squirming around and her bra loosened and slipped to her elbows. I sat back and just looked, I had never seen another woman's breasts this close and I can't adequately describe how they made me feel. When I sat up, Reiko slipped her bra the rest of the way off and tossed it to the floor. I stared at her perfect little round boobs and nipples. I watched as my hands reached up and cupped her tiny breasts, my breath catching in my throat. I slowly pulled my hands away and realized that I had just touched a woman's breast for the first time. I wanted to think about it, so I started to lean in again and Reiko stopped me. She kissed me softly and said, "Would you like to get more comfortable? If you're okay with this, maybe we could move to my room." She kissed me again to encourage me. I giggled, "If you're trying to get me to move, you're using the wrong tactics. I'm just as content to sit here and kiss you." But she slid back and off of my lap. "I'm not going to let you get comfortable, I want you to come into my bedroom." She stood up and took my hands in hers. I heard the word bedroom and I started to freak. I knew that's what she was going to say, but hearing it out loud made it real. I froze and refused to move when she tugged on my hand. She immediately realized what had happened, but she had obviously decided that she wasn't going to allow me to refuse. "Come on!" She said with a smile, "You cannot refuse to move! You already made me take 'yes' for an answer...and I have. You cannot take it back now!" That made me smile and I got up. She grinned and got up on her tiptoes and kissed me. "That's your reward!" She giggled, gently took my hand in hers again, turned and started toward her room. I giggled when my skirt fell down around my legs. I thought, 'I'm really doing this.' Then I realized, 'I'm not scared, I want this and it's really exciting me.' I reached up and took Reiko's hand in both of mine. She glanced back at me and smiled when she saw the excitement on my face. She whispered, "I knew you would like this." I just smiled in return. I was transfixed by her little bottom swaying back and forth as we made our way into her bedroom. The tiny black panties combined with the sexy black thigh highs displayed her butt and legs to perfection. I watched the subtle but sexy motion as we walked and didn't look up until we stopped in her room. I think I will always remember that walk and the vision of tiny, sexy Reiko before me. My breath was taken away when we stopped and I looked up. She had claimed that her parents had not participated in the traditional Japanese lifestyle, but her room was filled with hand-painted screens, a platform bed, and exquisite, delicate artwork. She turned to look at me and blushed a little when she saw the expression on my face. She said in a rush, "I know these are traditional Japanese furnishings and I said my parents weren't raised in the traditional Japanese culture. But, this stuff was my grandma's, and I always loved it. I didn't mean to be misleading." She stood with her head bowed, still holding my hand. I lifted her chin with my fingers, "I think the bedroom is beautiful and I think it's great that you have your grandma's furniture. I feel like I know you a little better." She threw her arms around me, pulled me down to her and whispered, "Thank you." She stepped away and drew me over to the platform bed. I started to get nervous again and she could sense it. She hugged me and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm not going to do anything to hurt you, I'm going to make you feel wonderful." Reiko knelt on the floor and lifted my foot. I realized that I still had my shoes on. "I cannot believe that we were sitting there making out...what?" Reiko was frowning at me and I stopped. "Making out? What're we...twelve?" Then she looked up at me and immediately started apologizing. "I'm so, so sorry, I didn't think..." I smiled, "Don't worry, that's not the first or the last time I've been called out for my occasionally adolescent language. It's really not a big deal. Anyway, what I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted..." I stuck my tongue out at her and she looked shocked for a moment before she giggled. "I cannot believe I sat there the whole time with my shoes on." She giggled, "What I can't believe is that you managed to sit there with your feet so firmly planted on the floor. I had to fight to get your skirt pulled up." She giggled again, "Your Mom must have taught you well how to keep your knees together and feet firmly planted on the floor. Even though I got between your legs, your feet never left the ground." Once again, I blushed. She got my shoes off, stood and hugged me. "I think it's so cute when you blush, I hope you never stop." That only made me blush more deeply. She giggled, "You know, I can feel when you blush. Your skin gets so hot." Again, a deeper shade of what now must be purple. She leaned in and kissed me gently between my breasts and I sighed as I felt her lips. The tip of her tongue flickered out and caressed the tender, soft skin of my breast. The sigh caught in my throat as I enjoyed her lips and tongue. When she pulled back I realized that she had unsnapped my bra and was pulling it off. My hands immediately left my sides and covered my breasts. I thought, 'I want this but, I'm gonna be naked! It's wrong; nobody's ever seen me naked!' Reiko leaned in and kissed the back of my hands. "Cassandra," she said gently, "it's okay, nobody other than you and me is going to know that I saw you naked. But believe me; I want to see you naked. And from the little I saw before you covered up, you have nothing for which you should be ashamed. You should be very proud, because they are gorgeous." How did she keep doing that? It was like she was reading my mind. She got on her tiptoes again and kissed me gently on the lips, and I sighed. Every time I felt her lips, it made me crave them a little more and each time I did, I shivered. She kissed the back of my hands and held them gently. Reiko did not try to pull my hands away, she just held them. I took a deep breath and let my hands fall, taking Reiko's with them. "Oh my god, Cassandra, they are even more beautiful than I thought! I love the color of your nipples! The deep rose color is exquisite," then she giggled, "and by the state of them, I think you like being naked." My blush was back and from the heat of my skin, even more furious than before. "What do you mean?" Reiko started giggling. "I don't think they could get any harder if they tried!" She tiptoed up to kiss me gently, to show she was just teasing, then scooted around to my back as she sank to her knees. She found the clasp at my waist; undid it and let the skirt fall to the floor. Suddenly, there I was, topless, clad in nothing but my panty hose and granny panties. Reiko wasn't about to let me think about this and was already tugging at the waistbands of both of my remaining garments. Actually, I was relieved that both were going, because I was a little embarrassed at how wet my panties had become. Honestly, I should have known that my wetness would not have gone unnoticed. As soon as my panty hose and panties were unceremoniously discarded, Reiko was on her knees in front of me. I was trembling, maybe in fear, maybe in excitement...maybe both and I couldn't look at her. Suddenly, it got quiet, and it got very serious. Reiko was on her knees staring at my sparsely covered vagina and then she gently touched the hair, sending a shiver down my spine. I couldn't look, but I had to. I opened my eyes in time to see Reiko rub her fingers together before popping one in her mouth. "Mmmm..." she moaned, "sweet and tangy, just like I imagined." I felt a little faint. My knees buckled and I started to sway when Reiko jumped to her feet and helped me into her bed. She knelt beside me and started to pull off her silky bikini panties. I stopped her. I was embarrassed, but I wanted to do it. In the few minutes since I had first seen them, I had wanted to see what was under them. "Can I do it?" I whispered, half hoping she couldn't hear me. "Ohhhh god," she moaned, "please do." Then she snuggled up beside me and gave me the sweetest kiss, before laying back and letting me do what I wanted. I slipped my fingers under the waistband. I paused, feeling the silky material. I grinned up ay her, "These look and feel really sexy." For the first time, she blushed. "Thank you." I kissed her tummy and she squirmed a little, "Oooooh..." I sat up then because I wanted to clearly see what was under those tiny, black, silky panties. I hooked my fingers under the top of the waistband again and began to pull them down. Slowly, the pale skin hidden beneath the black silk was revealed until I saw the top of the tiny slit. I grinned to myself because I also saw the shiny evidence of her arousal. At least I wasn't alone. I tugged a little harder, trying to speed up the reveal, but I noticed that her legs were held tightly together. I glanced up at her and she had an impish grin on her face. Kisses I stopped with her panties barely past her hips and asked, "Don't you want this?" She giggled, "Yes, but I don't want to seem too easy!" I just shook my head and laughed, "I think we're waaaay past that..." "Heyyy..." she giggled and then raised her butt and spread her legs a little. I pulled on the sexy panties and they started to slide down but my finger hooked in the top of one of the silk stockings and it started to slide down. I stopped pulling on the panties and pulled the stocking back up. I soothed it out and patted her thigh, feeling the sleek surface of the silk hose beneath my fingertips. I paused for a few seconds indulging in the pure decadence of this moment, before remembering my task. "Do you like my stockings?" Reiko whispered, startling me. "You want to leave them on?" I nodded while still watching my fingers. "I really like the way they feel." I whispered. She giggled softly, "Then I'll bet you'll love the way they feel over your shoulders or wrapped around your hips!" I froze for a moment and just stared at her. She just giggled some more. I finally started moving my hands again. I pulled the panties the rest of the way off and tossed them to the side, eager to see my first vagina up close. It was beautiful; almost chaste. I looked closely but could not see even one stray hair. I hesitantly reached up and ran my fingers alongside her hairless slit, causing her to shiver, which made me smile. It was literally as smooth as a baby's bottom. It was also slick with her excitement, which also made me smile. I still had my fingers sliding around, not touching her slit when I looked up at her, "How do you keep it so smooth? I like the way this feels." She squirmed, "Ohhh God, I love the way that feels!" Startled, I jerked my hand away. She picked her head up, "No, no, no, don't stop, I mean it, I love that." I giggled and then I resumed gently stroking her skin. "I had it lasered off. I really didn't like that way my pubic hair looked, so I got it done." She explained as she panted a little. "Was it just once?" I asked. Then I realized what I was asking about and blushed furiously. "Sorry, I'm being too nosy." She laughed, "Don't worry about it. No, it was not just once. With the Brazilian Rain Forest I had going down there..." She stopped when she realized what she had said, turned bright red, snorted and started laughing. I was confused; I didn't understand what was funny. "Brazilian? Pubic hair?" She choked out. I was a little slow and suddenly I realized what was funny and started laughing. "See?" She said after containing herself. "Ahhh..." she breathed, because I hadn't quit rubbing. She took a deep breath, "Anyway, I had so much hair and it was so thick, it took four trips, six months and nearly a thousand dollars before the hair completely stopped growing back. The tech said she had never had anyone need to come back more than three times." Reiko suddenly reversed positions on me and was kneeling between my legs. I am honestly not sure how that even happened. She ran her fingers through my hair and it caused me to shiver. "But, you may not even need to go twice. Your hair is so fine; I'll bet the laser kills it all on the first try. Maybe I'm a little weird, but I'd really like to see you with a bald pussy, even though your red hair is killer sexy." I blushed again and that was before she unexpectedly leaned down and kissed my vagina. "Oh!" I exclaimed, startled. Then I giggled, "I didn't expect you to kiss my vagina without a little warning." Reiko sat up and had a funny look on her face. I began to realize that she was struggling not to laugh. I frowned, "What's so funny?" I barely heard her as she squeaked, "N-nothing." "It's not nothing," I said, "what is it?" She held on for a few seconds before she completely lost it, collapsing in laughter onto my stomach. I was getting more than a little pissed. I covered up my breasts and started to squirm out from under her. She collected herself, sat up and grabbed my hips, still kneeling between my legs, not letting me loose. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "I couldn't help it. Vagina? Who are we? Miss Manners?" I was getting just a little indignant. "That's what I was raised to call it. What do you call it?" She smiled, "A pussy, a cunt, a twat...do you need more?" I was shocked, I wasn't accustomed to that kind of bold, frank language and I didn't know how to take it. I froze, lying there with my mouth hanging open. As I thought about it I started to giggle. She allowed a little grin, "What..." "My prudish behavior sometimes gets the best of me," I said softly, "I'm sorry. I know I use the word fuck a lot, but I hear my Mom's voice in my head whenever I start to speak about, about...lady parts." Reiko grinned more widely and dipped her head for a kiss, soft and gentle. I really did love the way her mouth fit mine. It felt so perfect. I allowed my lips to part and her tongue didn't jam its way in, it floated to my lips and delicately explored. Every time she touched my lips with hers, my breath was taken away. I reflected once again how much I enjoyed the feeling of her silky lips against mine. She slipped away from my mouth; I was disappointed, but also looking forward to what she would do next. But then I got a little worried. She got an evil grin and, leaving her eyes locked on mine, leaned down and kissed my...pussy. That's the first time I ever thought of it that way and it just sounded right. I looked back at her, briefly. My eyes fluttered closed as her tongue slipped from her lips and found my wet slit. My head flopped back on the bed as my eyes rolled back in my head and I thought I was going to pass out as her tongue lightly traced along my pussy lips. This was the first time a tongue had touched my private parts...okay, pussy, I couldn't believe the pure pleasure that was rushing through my body. Reiko was merely flicking her tongue along the edges of my lips. Her tongue flicked my clit, (oh my god, the feelings that little flick caused) and then slipped into the depths of my pussy. Her tongue delved into my slickness and I could feel her, and hear her, pulling my juices from my pussy. Reiko slipped up to my face and kissed me, her tongue, soaking with my juices, slipping between my lips. I started to pull away, knowing that my mouth was filling with my own flavor. But Reiko had different ideas. She held the back of my head firmly in place and explored every inch of my mouth. I stopped fighting her and merely accepted her probing exploration at first. Then, as my fluids coated the inside of my mouth, I began to realize that I liked, no loved, the flavor and texture of my own secretions. I started actively seeking the nectar that Reiko was sharing with me. I heard her squeal with excitement when she realized what I was doing. Reiko left my mouth, to the sounds of my protestations to dive back into my pussy. Those protestations turned to squealing as her fingers joined her tongue in drawing more of my molten essence out. Reiko's surprisingly long tongue slithered inside of me and the incredible sensations radiated out from my pussy. Once again I felt the pleasurable pressure building in my body, but instead of fighting it or trying to ignore it, I welcomed it. Reiko must have felt the tension rising and backed off, I whined because the pleasure was not as great and I wanted it back. After withdrawing completely, I whimpered harder, louder and I heard her giggle as she slithered up my body. Her nipples dragged across mine and a sharp spark of pleasure jumped to my brain and I let a yelp of pleasure escape my lips. Lips that were immediately covered by Reiko's lips, covered in my juices. Immediately, I stopped yelping and after being kissed long and hard, started sighing as I cleaned my juices from outside and inside of her mouth. Reiko abandoned my mouth and headed down my body again. She paused at my breasts long enough to nip at each of my nipples, causing me to yelp, twice, and smack her head each time. She just snickered and continued on her way. This time when she got there, she kissed my pussy and delicately started licking the edges of my lips. The tickling sensation in my pussy started building the tension, that I now knew and anticipated as an orgasm, but she wasn't content to tease me with her tongue. She slipped a finger inside of me and even though she had the tiniest fingers, it felt like she had a banana up there. I held my breath for a moment and then realized, this felt good, very good, almost as good as her tongue. It occurred to me that I may never find anything that feels as good as Reiko's tongue. Reiko was slowly pumping her finger in and out and delicately licking the edges of my lips. The tingling was deepening and my hips had begun thrusting to meet her finger. I was a little in awe of that. I didn't know I knew how to do that. She stopped for a moment and pulled my knees up off of the bed. Her tongue immediately found my pussy again, concentrating on what I assumed by the bright, intense feeling was my clit. Then her finger found the bottom of my pussy and started digging a little. I felt my juices starting to run down to my butt and I started squirming in addition to the thrusting. Her finger left my pussy and trailed down to my slick little butthole. I squeezed my butt cheeks shut at the unexpected invasion, squealing in protest. I dropped my knees back to the bed. Reiko stopped everything and slid up my body, her hips nestled between mine. I was distracted momentarily from what just happened by just how amazing her body felt against mine. Her lips found mine and I was even more distracted by the soft pressure and the gentle slipping of her tongue. I sighed and wrapped my arms around her. Reiko withdrew from my lips, just far enough to be able to speak. "Cassandra?" She questioned softly, "Do you trust me?" I hesitated before nodding slowly. She kissed me again, causing me to melt a little, before speaking. "Then believe me when I say I would never hurt you. If you allow me to do this, it will only add to your pleasure. Will you let me?" I hesitated longer before nodding slowly, again. Reiko smiled and sighed before kissing me again. "Thank you for honoring me with your trust. I will try not to disappoint you." She kissed me slowly, deeply before departing again. As she was kissing her way down, I raised my knees and spread my legs further. I heard her giggle. She slipped between my thighs and found my clit again and I sighed in appreciation. For the longest time, she concentrated on tickling my clit with the tip of her tongue. She didn't go near my butt, at first. I relaxed completely thinking that she wouldn't. The tickling of her tongue was taking me higher and higher, nearer to an orgasm and I had forgotten her finger. Then suddenly, there it was, gently rimming my anus and the added stimulation was enough to drive me over the edge into the second orgasm of my life. Reiko wasn't content to let me have it and let it subside. She kept her tongue on my clit, licking furiously away and incredibly, I felt the rising tide of another one. She pulled her finger away and slipped it into my pussy and the tide came crashing to the shore. I was panting and trying to push her head away and she kept at it and moved her finger from my pussy to my butt. Here came another one and suddenly there was nothing. As I slowly opened my eyes Reiko was anxiously dabbing my face with a washcloth. "Cassandra? Cassandra, are you alight?" Reiko breathed, "Please god let her be alright, we've just found each other." Reiko saw that my eyes were open and threw herself on me. "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry..." I just giggled tiredly, "Sorry for what? The most amazing thing that's ever happened to me? It was fucking awesome! Can we do that again sometime?" She started kissing me all over my face and when she got to my lips, I stopped her. We kissed long and deeply, until I started drifting off. "Sorry," I mumbled, "so sleepy." Reiko soothed me, "That's okay Sweet One, sleep and I'll hold you." I felt her arms wrap around me and I felt safe, warm and loved, really, really loved. I also realized as I drifted off that I felt more content than I had in a very long time. ************ I woke up slowly, coming to consciousness feeling very, very good. I didn't open my eyes right away. I simply luxuriated in the warmth of the bed and a feeling of absolute comfort and contentment. My environment felt familiar, yet somehow new and I wasn't quite ready to give that up. I wiggled my toes and then stretched, feeling decadent in not jumping out of bed to get ready for work, yet. Maybe I didn't have to go to work today; I couldn't remember what day it was. I opened my eyes to look at my phone and rolled to the right to look at the nightstand where I put it every night. My eyes swept the room as I rolled and I realized that I wasn't in my bedroom. I was startled to come to this realization, but not as startled as I was when I discovered that not only was I not alone, I was in bed with a another woman. Her head was turned from me so that I couldn't see her face, but I knew who she was the instant I saw her hair. It was so black it was almost blue, thick and shiny and even in bed, it lay perfectly on her head. The thing that absolutely gave her away was the streaks of lavender running through her flowing locks. I thought they were sexy the first time I saw them and there was nothing about them that changed my mind. Even as I realized that I was in bed with my new neighbor Reiko, my mind filled with images of kisses. Sweet, wonderful, soft kisses; kisses that overwhelmed my soul. I gasped and closed my eyes as the powerful memories of those kisses made me tingle all over. More than that, I could feel myself getting wet from the powerful images in my brain. More visions filled me now, Reiko kneeling naked before me, her naked breasts tiny and perfect and mouthwatering. Her Hershey Kiss nipples erect and begging to be suckled. My memory shifted down her perfect, tiny body to the bare, succulent slit between her legs. That thought startled me again, 'Mouthwatering? Succulent? Where the fuck did that come from?' It dawned on me that I had my eyes squeezed shut; my hands balled into fists and the blissful feeling from moments ago had dissipated. I opened my eyes and Reiko had turned her head and was smiling sweetly at me, her eyes twinkling. I had no idea why, but her smile and her eyes did things to my heart and more remarkably to my stomach and my vagina. The wetness from a moment ago increased tenfold. Her clear, sweet voice rang in my ears, "Good morning sweet Cassandra, how do you feel?" I started to answer; I even opened my mouth, but then snapped it shut. I had no fucking idea how I felt. I shifted in the bed a little, felt the smooth sheets cool on my skin and another realization dawned on me. I was naked. My hands were under the sheets and I touched my hip to be sure. 'Yep, naked.' Reiko's hand touched mine and I allowed her to entwine her fingers with mine. My body flushed again, it obviously remembered things that I didn't. My heart was pounding, but I knew it wasn't in fear or trepidation, it was pounding with desire and excitement. Closed my eyes and tried to remember what had happened, but all I got were these little flashes of Reiko kissing me, Reiko hugging me and Reiko's head between my thighs. 'Oh my God, what happened?' I squeezed my eyes shut again and suddenly it all came flooding back, all of it. Better yet, I remembered how Reiko made me feel and I began to smile. I opened my eyes and I saw that my smile was reflected in hers. I scooted over and rubbed my nose on hers in a little Eskimo kiss. "Hi," I whispered. Her grin got bigger, "Hi!" she answered. I leaned in to kiss her and she turned her head away. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "I need to go to the bathroom and then brush my teeth." I smiled, "Okay." "You can brush your teeth, too." She smiled, "I have an extra toothbrush." The implications of that struck me a little weird and I frowned a little. She picked up on that. "Look, sweetie," she said, not looking at me, "There's a reason that I have an extra toothbrush and it has nothing to do with me sleeping around." She did it again, reading my mind. "I have a confession to make and I'd like for you to hear me out." She was still not looking at me. I hugged her, "Okay." She pulled away and looked at me, "I don't want you to think that I'm some kind of slut or worse, a predator. I normally don't come on this hard to anybody. I'm normally very reluctant to make contact with a new person...I've been hurt, too." She snorted a short harsh laugh, "Try being a Japanese girl in Georgetown Kentucky, for Chrissake!" I couldn't help it, I had to giggle. She smiled, sat up and kissed the end of my nose. "I have seen you fairly frequently in the last couple of months. You're always alone, always buttoned up and perfect and always looking sad." She blushed and dropped her eyes again. "I set up our meeting yesterday afternoon." I was stunned, "You did? How did you do that?" "I watched out the window in the elevator lobby. Did you know your parking space is directly in line with my window?" She blushed more deeply. "You were a little late last night." I smiled, "Yeah, I have a problem to which I haven't been able to find a solution." I paused, thinking for a moment, "How did you know I was late?" I had to giggle again, her blushing had gotten to critical mass, and she was nearly purple. "Since I moved in and first noticed you..." She mumbled under her breath, "God, you are so beautiful...", and then continued, "I realized that you normally got home about ten minutes after me. I would rush home every night to make sure that I could watch you get out of your car and walk to the building." Her voice had dropped to a whisper in her embarrassment. This time, I leaned forward and kissed her nose. "Again, how did you set this up?" "Last night, I got all of my stuff together and watched for you." She giggled, "You were late and I was worried that you had a date and weren't coming home...I'm so glad I was wrong. Anyway, when I saw you get out of your car, I grabbed all of the stuff and waited outside my door. When the elevator dinged, I got down into position and waited for you to walk out. I just hoped there wouldn't be a gallant guy on the elevator with you." I laughed, "Okay, so you were stalking me. But, why didn't you just approach me?" "I don't really know; it just didn't feel right." She mumbled dropping her head. I thought about it and realized that it was sweet, her going to so much trouble to meet me. I lifted her chin, much like she had done to me earlier and kissed her. "Okay." She pulled back, "So we're okay?" I kissed her again, "Mmmm-hmmm..." I hesitated, "But I don't know what I'm doing...I don't know if I can do this, but I like you, I like how this feels. Please teach me, help me, be patient with me. I want to try...I want you to...I love the feel of your lips on my lips..." The heat in my skin let me know I was blushing furiously, "...and other places. I especially want to try to do to you what you did to me." I could feel my blush deepening and I looked away. "Sweet One," she said as she scooted to the side of the bed, "I'll let you do anything you want," she slipped out of bed and walked in the direction of the bathroom, "in a minute, but first I really gotta go!" I started laughing as she disappeared into the bathroom. Kisses After a few minutes, I heard the toilet flush and the shower start. I was a little confused as I thought Reiko was coming back to bed. She stuck her head out of the bathroom door and asked, "You comin'?" "Huh?" I responded. "I thought you might like getting all slippery in the shower with me." She said brightly. Her enthusiasm seemed to wane as I didn't immediately respond. "Oh, I'm sorry...I thought..." "No, no, no," I stammered, "don't misunderstand; you just took me completely off guard..." I said while scrambling out of bed. "I never thought about showering with a girl outside of gym class." Then I grinned, "But I'm all for showering with you." She brightened again immediately and giggled while turning around and heading into the bathroom. I was on her heels as quickly as I could. As I stepped into the bathroom Reiko slipped into the shower. I started to follow her when I realized that I needed to go. I called out as I sat on the commode, "Reiko, I really gotta go." I heard her giggle, "Okay, but please, please don't flush until we're done. Okay? Please?" I finished and laughed as I seriously thought about flushing, but decided it was much too early in our relationship to pull something so mean. I froze as the thought ran through my mind. 'Relationship? Relationship??!?! What. The. Fuck? What was I thinking?' Reiko heard the laugh and giggled nervously, "You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?" My mind was so far past the brief thought about flushing that I thought, 'How the fuck does she know what I'm thinking...again?' She continued, "You're not thinking about flushing, are you?" 'Oh, that.' I thought. "No...well maybe a little, but I decided it was too mean." I said as I slipped into the shower, too. Reiko immediately embraced me in a warm hug. "I don't believe there's a mean bone in your body." She said, pressing her lips into the skin between my breasts. I melted a little with the feeling of her soft skin against mine. When we came up for air, I giggled, "I think you'd be surprised..." "Sure, Sweet One." She murmured. I protested, "Well I did, until..." I stopped, realizing that I was about to reveal what I was thinking about a relationship. I was appalled at my carelessness and tried to pull away. "Stop...stop, stop!" Reiko said, holding me as I struggled to get away. She was surprisingly strong for someone so tiny. "Until what?" I stopped struggling. It wasn't doing much good anyway. I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut as tears started trickling down my cheeks. I hoped the shower would hide them, but Reiko saw them anyway, or she read my mind again. "Why are you crying?" Her soft whisper startled me as she had drawn me close, without my realization, and her lips were near my ear. I drew in a deep breath, my chest hitching as a sob caught there. My eyes were still closed as I said, "I, I ..." I stopped took another deep breath, steadying my nerves. "I was going to say that I thought about flushing until I realized that it was too early in our relationship to do anything so mean." I stopped as I heard her gasp. 'Oh well,' I thought, 'It was probably too good to be true anyway.' I started to pull away, assuming Reiko would think I was nuts. Reiko pulled me back and into one of her wonderful soft kisses. She gently pulled her lips away and looked deeply into my eyes, "I want it to be true. I want for us to really, truly have a relationship. Are you teasing me, or do you really believe that?" It was then I noticed that her eyes were filled with tears. "Reiko? Reiko, what's wrong?" I whispered. "Tell me," she rasped, "tell me now...do you believe we can have a relationship?" I lifted her face to mine, "I think that I told you that I believe that we already have one." I kissed her again. She grabbed my head and fiercely returned my kiss. I melted into her lips as I had been doing for much of the last twelve hours. Her tiny body felt so amazing against mine, it gave me chills. Then I realized that the chills were more than my reaction to Reiko. The hot water had run out and it was suddenly freezing in the shower. Reiko stood quietly leaning against me and holding me tight. "Uhhh, Reiko..." "Um-hm?" She responded. "Do you feel how cold the water is?" I was now shivering. "Huh?" Reiko said and raised her head from my chest, apparently just realizing how cold it had become. She started shivering. "It's cold in here!" "Ya think?" I giggled. "Huh?" She repeated, starting to get out of the shower. She stopped and smacked me on my butt. "Bitch!" She giggled. Reiko grabbed a couple of big fluffy towels and we wrapped ourselves up in them. We went into the bedroom and Reiko flopped on the bed. I crawled up next to Reiko and lay down. I looked at her smiled, reached out and gently rubbed her arm. "Reiko, I, um, I..." I faltered, trying to tell her what I wanted. "What, sweetie?" Reiko smiled into my eyes. "What do you want?" "I...I w-w-want t-t-to l-l-lick y-y-you." I stammered. "I-I-I w-w-want t-to m-make you feel like you made me f-feel. B-but I don't know what to do." I finished in a rush. Reiko sat up, pushed me down onto my back and pulled my towel off. She pulled hers off and threw them both onto the floor. She leaned in, kissed my mound and I protested. "Noooo, I want to do you." She smiled, "Relax sweetie, you're going to do me." She reversed position with her head at my feet. Just before she threw her leg over my head she said, "Just do to me, what I do to you and I guarantee I'll like it a lot." She lowered her lips to the center of my womanhood and the sensation was so intense that I briefly forgot that I was supposed to be mimicking her. After about a minute of enjoying her lips on my nether lips and not returning the favor, she dipped her hips and her very wet pussy collided with my mouth. "Oh!" I said. She took another lick which sent a shiver through me and said, "You said you wanted to do this, right?" I lifted my head and took a long lick from her clit to her perineum, causing her to shiver and moan. "Yes, I did and yes, I will." I licked again and again, beginning to realize that Reiko's reactions were the best part of licking her pussy. Reiko's flavor surprised me. I didn't have any idea what to expect, but I guess that clean and fresh was something I hadn't considered. I know we had just showered, but I instinctively knew that this was the real Reiko. I loved it and took another long swipe. I was rewarded with a shiver and moan that were just as exciting to me. Reiko's tongue was not still and the quick, flicking motion on my clit caused me to stop and hold my breath. "Oh, goddd..." I gasped and Reiko giggled sexily. "I thought you would like that..." I heard and it was slightly muffled. She did it again and I was amazed to feel the beginnings of a swelling orgasm. Evidently, Reiko felt it also and she redoubled her efforts to hurry it along. I had a hard time catching my breath. "Noooo, I want to do you." I repeated. She giggled again, "Then you'd better get to it or I'm gonna beat you to the punch." 'Okay', I thought, 'you asked for it.' I dove right in and flicked her clit as fast as I could, it wasn't as fast as her tongue, but I guess it did the job. I heard from up above me, "Oh shit, oh shit, ohhhh shiiittt!!!" and I was rewarded with a big, slippery torrent of Reiko's girl come. I enjoyed that so much, I just kept at it and had to grab Reiko's ass to keep her still enough to keep my tongue on her clit. My fingers slipped between her cheeks and she pulled her face away from my pussy, "Oh god!" I just filed that away for later and kept after her pussy. About a minute later she moaned deeply and I felt the twitching in her pussy go into overdrive and was rewarded with another giant surge of girl come. Reiko collapsed on me and I was extraordinarily proud of myself. My first time licking pussy and I had made Reiko come twice before she made me come once. I was convinced that licking pussy was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I slid out from under Reiko and drew her into my arms, snuggling up with her, luxuriating in the feel of her skin against mine. I loved how she fit so perfectly in my arms, like we had been designed to fit together like a puzzle. We lay there quietly, Reiko sleeping softly. I must have dozed off too; I started when I felt Reiko shift in my arms. I opened my eyes and Reiko's rich, expressive, dark brown eyes were smiling into mine. "Are you sure you haven't done that before?" I giggled, "Hmmm, let me think. Have I ever buried my face in the smooth, soft pussy of a woman that I met less than twenty four hours ago? Oh, and have I ever had real, live sex before? Have I ever felt like my heart belongs to said perfect stranger? No, no and no." Reiko's eyes widened. "Have I ever been happier in my life?" I leaned in and kissed her softly. "No, I have not." I pulled back and looked into her eyes. They were filled with tears and smiling. "I haven't either," she whispered. Epilog That was five years ago. We've been together ever since. I moved in with Reiko about six months after that first weekend together. Then about a year later we bought a condo together. We've discussed getting married, several times, but for whatever reason it hasn't felt just right. My mom was stunned when I took Reiko home with me a couple of months later and told her that I was in love. Things did not go well at first. She told me that I was welcome to visit, but I was not to bring that...well, I won't repeat the terrible, hurtful things she said. I told her that was fine, but I was leaving and I wouldn't be back, and oh, she needn't bother calling me. If she couldn't accept the woman that I loved, then she didn't need me in her life either. I grabbed Reiko, kissed her, grabbed her hand and stormed out of the house. Reiko was hanging on to me, stunned. My mother didn't take me seriously until I hung up on her the first ten or twelve times she called. After several months of this, she finally emailed me and begged me to talk to her, that she had thought about things and didn't want to lose me. I wrote back and told her that, for now, I would just answer her emails but we wouldn't talk on the phone. We began writing and she asked a lot of questions about our relationship. She slowly realized that I was truly happy for the first time in my life and that Reiko was the one who was responsible for that. She apologized to me and I told her that I wasn't the one to whom she owed an apology. She didn't answer and I figured the progress that we had made was gone. The doorbell rang about an hour later and when I opened the door, I was surprised to see that it was Mom. She asked if Reiko was here and if she could speak to her privately. I went and got Reiko and I was scared, but Reiko said it would be okay. They were in our office with the door closed for over an hour. When they came out, they were both crying and came and hugged me. To this day, Reiko just gives me an enigmatic smile and says nothing when I ask her what was said. Mom just snaps and tells me it's none of my damn business. I guess that's true, because since then Mom treats Reiko like she's her own daughter. I am not about to risk the peaceful calm by prying. Reiko's Mom and Dad literally rolled their eyes and sighed. That was it. Her brothers asked if they could watch us make love and then ran from the room, laughing, Reiko hot on their tails. They came back, contrite, and apologized. I have no idea what she did to them. I was accepted as a daughter from that first day. Our families are so different. *************** Occasionally, when I come home, Reiko is at the front door struggling with packages. She knows that I know that it's all a setup, but I think it's adorable and sweet and romantic. Then, we generally spend the weekend naked and in bed, just like that first weekend. This past Friday, I told Margaret that it was our fifth anniversary and I wanted to do something special for Reiko. Margaret grinned and told me to go for it. I faked going to work and then came home after Reiko had left. I thoroughly cleaned the condo and then got myself cleaned up and went out. Before this, I had never had the courage to get my pussy lasered, even though Reiko begged me to do it time and again. I will give Reiko props, she was right, I really liked the way it felt. I was getting seriously turned on, just from my panties rubbing on the smooth skin. This would take some getting used to. I went to my next destination, made my purchase and then went home. I showered again, dressed in work clothes, except for sexy lingerie, and waited. When it was time for Reiko to be home, I put on my gray London Fog, went to the front door with some bags and my briefcase. I saw her car turn the corner and struggled with the bags, my briefcase. She jumped out of the car and we played out our love story, this time with me as the seductress. Reiko was delighted with my trip to the spa and we had some of the best sex we've ever had. The next morning, when we awoke I slipped out of bed and got the little box out of where I had hidden it in my drawer. I knelt next to the bed and she started stirring. Her soulful brown eyes stared into mine. "What are you doing Sweet One?" She whispered. I whispered back, "I got something for you." She grinned, "What is it?" I held it up and opened the little box, "I love you Mashita Reiko and I don't want to risk another minute without you being mine and mine alone and mine forever. Please marry me." Her eyes filled with tears and then she scrambled out of bed and went to her dresser. She rooted around in her lingerie drawer and pulled out a similar box to mine. She raced back and knelt beside me. She giggled, "Ditto," and placed her ring on my finger before letting me put mine on hers. She dove into my arms and we kissed each other over and over while rolling around on the floor. I pulled away, kissing her quickly before I said, "You do realize that's how this all started, don't you? Your kisses. That's the one thing I can never resist, your soft, smooth lips." She giggled, "I know!" and kissed me again. *************** After all of the problems at the beginning, my Mom is thrilled to be part of planning a big wedding. She keeps bringing suggestions about wedding dresses and ceremonies and the reception. Her personal list is at about five hundred people. We are trying to pare it down to people we actually know. That's my story...our story. Reiko has proof read everything and approves. She did have one suggestion. She thought our readers might be curious what happened to the jackass with the big ass yacht. I didn't find any loopholes for him, so he had to pay for it himself. He was seriously pissed. Oh, well. Kisses and Stars After trying on 5 different outfits, I finally decided that this was silly. I was acting like a teenage girl and it was absolutely silly. Maureen and I had been dating for about a year. We were doing a date night and I had no idea what to wear. I couldn't decide what I liked and what she would like to see on me so I just called her and asked. Kind of lame and it makes for a kind of expected reaction, but she would still get the benefits of looking down my shirt. Of course, her reaction was "I don't know, surprise me!" After a bit of swearing and ripping everything out of my closet, I finally decided to wear the first thing I put on. At about a quarter to 7 she swung by my house to pick me up. "Wow!" I exclaimed as I opened the door. My date looked super hot! Her five foot nothing curves were accented by the tight blue low-cut shirt (which showed off her 36C breasts perfectly) and short black skirt with matching high heeled sandals. A touch of makeup around her sparkling brown eyes and her beautiful curly brown hair left to frame her exquisite face completed the look. Although I'm no troll with my five foot three, large breasted frame and green eyes/brown curls combination, I couldn't help but feel very lucky to be out with such a foxy lady. We went out to a nice restaurant and did that whole couple-in-love-blocking-out-the-rest-of-the-world thing. It was very refreshing to not have to deal with stares and comments, especially considering I usually end up either staring back or saying something snide. We left the restaurant and went to the park to star gaze, considering it was such a warm, spring night. As we were lying on the blanket she strategically "left" in her car, I felt her cuddle up close to me. She turned to say something in my ear and her hot breath made me shiver with delight. "I love you so much. This date has been perfect." She sighed. I turned to look into her gorgeous brown eyes and found myself completely amazed and utterly in love with this beautiful, astounding woman. "Well," I started "I love you more than thought possible." She smiled and leaned into me. I lifted her head and we shared the softest sweetest kiss I've ever had. When we pulled away, I looked into her eyes and knew what she was thinking. Making love under the stars is something we both have wanted to do, but the opportunity had not come up yet. As we started kissing again, I pulled her closer and began to run my hands up and down her sides. Slowly, I pulled her shirt up so I could feel her soft tan skin. I slipped my hands under her shirt as she lightly tugged my hair, making me turn my face up to the bright stars. She kissed my neck as I stroked her back with one hand and held her head with the other. I had on a button up shirt, so as she licked and nipped my neck and throat, she unbuttoned my shirt, leaving my 40D breasts encased in black lace exposed. I was moaning and writhing on the blanket as she hit every sensitive spot on my neck, making my panties very wet. She reached around me and undid my bra and I slid my arms out of both the bra and my shirt. Immediately, she dove for my chest, hungrily licking and nipping at my hard, ballet shoe pink nipples. My moans grew louder and more intense as she started biting on my nipples, sending surges and waves of ecstasy down my spine and all over my body. After what felt like forever, she slid back up to kiss me and I pushed her over and started kissing her passionately. I slid my tongue in her mouth as I started to feel her breasts through her shirt. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, I slipped her shirt over her head. I had to gasp. She looked absolutely stunning in a hot pink bra that showed off her cleavage just perfectly. I smiled down at her and started kissing my way down her neck. As I nibbled my way down her chest, I started stroking her thighs. I moved higher and higher up her skirt as I moved lower onto her breasts. After stopping for a second to take off her beautiful bra and marveling at her flawless breasts, I resumed my position. The timing was perfect and as I licked her beautiful brown nipple, I felt her cloth encased pussy. Her panties were already wet from my touch and I smiled as I looked up at her from my position. She knew what my smirk meant and just gave me a look that said "I love you, but don't you dare stop!" I chuckled and started sucking on her hard nipples. She gasped when I stroked her through her underwear and she placed her hands on the back of my head. I moved to take her panties off and she helped, but made sure my mouth didn't leave her nipple. When I finally released her nipple from my hot mouth, she moaned and pushed down on my hands, which were expertly rubbing her clit. Softly she asked "Inside? Please?" I thought about denying her for a moment, but I decided that roughness is due for another day. I looked her in the eyes as I slowly pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned and pushed down, her wetness engulfing my two fingers that glided in so easily. As I started to pull and push, she threw her head back and moaned to the stars above. "More, more," she cried as I start to fuck her faster. I looked into her eyes and knew she wanted me to fuck her as hard and as fast as I could. One more look of pleading from her and I fucked her with as much vigor as I had. Her moans were cutting through the still spring air like a knife. I could feel her hips pushing up to meet my fingers every time as I reached for her very swollen clit. When I touched her clit, she started moaning my name, which drove me to fuck her with all the energy I had. Finally, after a few minutes of this intense, hard fucking, I felt her body stiffen up and start shivering. She cried out my name and came all over my hand. I held her as she floated down from her orgasm and then we licked my fingers clean. I barely had a chance to catch my breath before she pushed me down and started ripping my pants and panties off. The second she felt how wet I was for her, she pushed a finger in and started pumping. While she was fucking me, she crawled up next to me so she could kiss me and suck on my nipples. Once I started whimpering, she stopped fucking me and started playing with my g-spot. It felt like a white hotness had burned through my body. She was pushing on my g-spot with all the strength she could muster and whispering all the dirty things she wanted to do to me. "I can't wait to fuck that pussy of yours while you eat me out, but you have to cum first." She could tell I was close and just started telling me to cum, demanding that I do. Everything she was doing felt so amazing and I finally opened my eyes and watched her tell me to cum. It was so hot that I started screaming her name as I felt the rush of my orgasm wash over my body. She held me as I drifted down back to earth. We quickly put our clothes on and packed up to head home. The night was still very young.