14 comments/ 57874 views/ 23 favorites My New World By: Catmoore How I found bisexuality and a complete new world. I met her at the gym. We went there at roughly the same time a few days each week. After a couple of weeks we acknowledged each other with a nod and a smile, after another few weeks it was "hello," and after another week or so it was "how are you?" That was followed in the forthcoming months by longer chats as we worked the machines, had a coffee or a juice after our work out, a meal after the gym and eventually a fuck at my house. * I've been married over twenty years, I have two children, both of whom are at university and my husband, a corporate lawyer travels an awful lot. He is away probably two weeks a month and I am very lonely indeed. I look for new hobbies and pastimes; I have to find ways to fill my days. I do some voluntary work and some part time editing work for a publishing house my family used to own. I play a lot of tennis, I am learning to play golf and bridge and I go to the gym most days. Naturally I shop a lot, I read many books, I have a wide circle of friends and, surprisingly a fairly active social life. None of which, however, compensates for the loneliness. I have had what I guess is a fairly typical sex life. I 'gave' my virginity away in nice circumstances to a guy I loved, for all of three weeks, just after my eighteenth birthday. I had three other flings before meeting Richard when I was in my early twenties. We married after a couple of years. I have had one affair that lasted for about six months, a few years ago and I have never had a bisexual or lesbian moment in my life. Oddly, maybe, as I have got older I have felt more sexual. I think about it more. I use yahoo messenger now and then, I write some erotic stories for a site and I exchange emails with guys I meet on both sites. I have many sexual fantasies. My sex life with Richard is ok, no more than that and maybe less. He is always tired and either, seems to have just got home or, is just going away, it doesn't leave a lot of time for a strong sexual relationship, certainly not as it used to be. In the past few years I have found myself masturbating more frequently and at present I probably do that every other day. * "Hi, I'm Catherine, Cat for short" I said between the 'hello' and 'how are you' stages. She smiled. "Hi I'm Emma." She was younger than me, probably early thirties, maybe even late twenties. Attractive with short, dark hair she was about five five and nicely slim. In her gym gear there was no unsightly lumps or bumps, her tummy was flat, her bum looked firm and nicely rounded and she had pert, probably B cup, but well rounded boobs. I on the other hand am ash blonde. My hairs is shoulder length and slightly wavy. I am five feet seven, have long and I think shapely legs and a reasonable bum. Many, and that is gleaned from observation over twenty years, consider my D cup breasts to be my crowning glory; they are both full and round. Emma and I got on well. She was easy to talk to, smiled and laughed frequently and seemed to be interested in anything and everything. She was engaged, but had no idea when and even if they would marry. She worked as an estate agent, which gave her the time to visit the gym in the mid afternoons as I did, for she worked most evenings. It was pleasant having someone to chat to either, between exercises or, after we'd finished. It was also nice for me because it ate up time, something I had too much of, especially when Richard was abroad, although even when he was home he rarely got home before nine. I suppose it all started when we were having a coffee in the café at the gym when Emma said. "You really do have an incredible figure Cat." Smiling and a little embarrassed I said. "Did you forget something Emma?" "What do you mean?" She asked looking puzzled. "Well nowadays when anyone says that to me," I said suddenly realising that the only people that said it were guys on yahoo to whom I had sent a photo, but I had to continue. "They generally add or infer for your age." Emma laughed at that. She looked good when she smiled or laughed for unlike many people she seemed to smile with her entire face. "Not at all, many women half your age would love to have your body." "Would they now?" I replied not realising at first the double entendre road we were going down. "Of course they would love it." "Well you have a great figure too Emma," I tentatively replied. "Do you think so?" "Yes and I am sure many would love to have that too." She raised her eyebrows. "Mmmm well you never know." Nothing that overt or obvious, but probably a starting point. Richard was away at the time and I was feeling particularly frustrated. I had some pasta, ciabatta bread, salad and a couple of glasses of red wine for dinner around eight. If anything that made me feel hornier. That was because, stupidly it was an Italian meal, and I so adore Italian men even though I have never had one. I slipped my white, gym tee shirt off and undid the clasp at the back of my black sports bra. Removing that was such a relief for to provide the necessary support and to stop the bloody great lumps of flesh leaping around at the gym, it has to be tight: put on a few ounces and it's too tight. I sat there nibbling on a few raspberries topless, it felt good. I often work naked or just in panties around the house. The black, lycra pedal pushers were very tight, everywhere. I touched myself and it felt as if my entire pubic area pulsated. I pushed on where I knew my clit was. It felt lovely rubbing my clit through the lycra, so I masturbated like that and made myself cum quite heavily in my gym clothes. They had to be washed in any case! There was another incident the following week. We were again in the gym café. "You don't seem to be your normal self today Cat, is everything ok?" "Yes everything's fine." "Tell me to mind my own business" she said reaching across the table and placing her hand on the back of mine. "But are you sure, you look so sad." I told her that I'd an awful row with Richard about him spending so much time away from home. It had gone on and on and then he had got up earlier than me this morning and had left for a ten day trip to the west coast of America. "Oh fuck, I hate men problems, but I do have a sure fire solution." "What's that?" I asked. "Come to the pub and get drunk." I laughed. "Oh yeah, what pub is that?" I asked joking. "The Finch at nine tonight." "Really?" "Yes absolutely I can't have my gym mate all upset can I?" "I don't know." "Well I do and be there," she said squeezing my hand, standing up, looking me in the eye, smiling and adding. "I consider it a date." I wore blue denim jeans, and a white shirt with a dark blue cashmere pashmena round my neck. I was wearing strappy mid heeled sandals and my dark red painted toenails seemed like beacons as I looked down. I felt pretty good. We didn't get drunk and in fact only had a couple of drinks each. "You seem better already," Emma said as I walked into the pub. She got up from the bar stool and gave me a peck on the cheek, her hand slipping between my arm and body and almost touching the side of my boob. "Yes I am," I smiled. "Those moods about my husband pass quickly." She was also wearing jeans and as we sat on the high stools our knees would touch now and then. Nothing that obvious, nothing that suggestive, just accidental brushing of our knees. We talked easily and she told me that she was quite worried about the thought of getting married. "I mean forsaking all others" she laughed. "Yes it is a pretty tall order these days." Laughing she said. "Tall? It's fucking gargantuan." I gave her a lift home. It was just a little way out of my way. She house shared a pretty Victorian cottage with two others, a girl and a man. They were buying the cottage between them, which seemed to be a pretty good idea, but of course could cause problems if any of them wanted to pull out. "Like to come in for coffee or, something?" She asked, her eyes glinting. I did. It was very clean, almost pristine inside. She introduced me to Gordon. "He's the housekeeper," she explained adding as they both smiled "And not the only gay in the village," playing on a term from a popular TV show "No there's quite a community isn't there love," he said rather strongly. They bandied that about a bit quite losing me. "Well goodnight Cat," Emma said as we stood on the doorstep. "Yes right goodnight Emma." She leaned forward, again slipping her hand between my arm and body and this time brushing the side of my boob. That didn't particularly worry me for it happens all the time when men give me a peck on the cheek; by accident of course, but it did make me jump. Emma pecked me on the cheek and said. "Thanks for coming Cat and the lift home." As I started walking down the path she called out. "I hope you enjoyed our date Cat, I did." As I masturbated that night in my bed I was absolutely amazed that in my mind I kept seeing Emma's face. Nothing more, not her breasts or her naked body and certainly not us doing anything, simply her pretty face looking at me as I dredged up one of my favourite fantasies, a gang bang where I am had by a number of men. I made myself cum particularly heavily with one guy in my mouth, one between my breasts, one in my pussy and one up my ass: simply wishful thinking of course! Most women don't seem to shower after working out, but go home in their gym clothes and shower at home. It's something to do with not wishing to show your body off in front of other women. It's the same at the tennis club and, as I was starting to find out at golf as well. Emma, though, usually had to go to work straight from the gym so she usually did shower. A few evenings later, around six thirty, we were the only two left in that part of the changing room. I was not showering so was about to leave, when Emma said. "Hang on let's have a coffee or something." "Ok." "Let me grab a quick shower" she said pulling her singlet off and quickly unclipping her bra. She dropped those on the bench and slid out of her dark blue, tracky trousers with three white lines down each leg. She stood there momentarily in her white, cotton panties. I looked away, but couldn't help seeing her nicely shaped tits with small, coral pink areola and nipples. "Be a love and watch my stuff as I shower, save me shoving it all in the locker" she said slipping her panties off and wrapping a towel round her. When she came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, I said that I would get the drinks and she asked for a white wine. I was in the café when she walked in. She was wearing a crisp white blouse, and a grey, pinstripe power suit, with a three button jacket undone and a tight pencil skirt with black tights or stockings. She looked fabulous. "Wow you look great." "Thanks ma'am, praise indeed coming from you." Smiling I went on. "The real deal, the real high powered businesswoman." She laughed. "More high sexed than powered babe," she said plomping herself down on the couch beside me, her skirt rearing up her legs sufficient enough to show that she was wearing stockings and not tights. Her hip was pressed tightly against mine and I wiggled a bit to move away. After the drinks had been delivered and we'd chatted for a while I was surprised to find that again our hips were touching; the softness of the sofa I thought. I didn't move and actually it felt nice. We drank our wine and suddenly Emma's Blackberry buzzed. She looked at it and said. "Oh shit, I forgot an appointment, I have to run." Standing up she put her hand on my shoulder, leaned forward and pecked me on the cheek. As she did her crisp white blouse gaped and I couldn't help looking down it. I was embarrassed when I saw that she had seen me looking. "Nice Cat?" She said ambiguously, turning and walking across the bar, emphasising I am sure the wiggle of her pert bum and rounded hips in the tight skirt. Richard was home that evening having returned from yet another tedious bloody business trip the day before. He got home from work around eight, we went out to a local restaurant for a quick meal and then went home and straight to bed. He fucked me. I felt nothing really, it was just a fuck. I felt that I was just a hole into which he could shove his dick and fuck away. I made the expected sounds and moves and I did have an orgasm, but again Emma was looking on. This time I kept seeing those pert boobs, pink nipples and her legs in lacy top hold-ups. What's happening to me was the thought that was in my mind as I drifted off to sleep. "Fancy a meal one night this week?" She asked a week or so later. We went to a little Italian and we got a little pissed. We laughed a lot, we were very touchy feely and several times Emma put her fingers on my wrist or on the back of my hand. I wasn't sure whether the times our knees or feet touched under the table were deliberate or not. "No you need to stretch like this," Emma said at the gym a few days later. I was lying on my back on the floor with one knee bent. I was pulling that to stretch the muscle. She knelt beside me. We were in one of the small gyms off the main room, we were the only two in there. She knelt beside me and held my upper thigh with one hand and my calf with the other. Looking into my eyes she said, rather huskily I thought. "It needs to go back like this so that your heel touches your bum." Holding my thigh quite firmly about four inches down from my pussy, she pulled on my lower leg until my heel did touch my bum. "Pull it up like that and then ease it down like this she explained" pulling my lower leg away until my knee straightened. She did that several times. I could not believe the sensations I felt and I had to struggle to hide them. I certainly couldn't speak for I was sure my voice would be just a croak and I had to avert my gaze from hers for I was sure that would give something away. She manipulated my leg like that several times. "See what I mean, your body should be telling you somthing?" She asked leaning right over me so that our bodies in general and our breasts in particular almost touched. I had no idea what she meant, but my body was telling me something. I didn't have the nerve to ask what it should be telling me or tell her what it was saying. That evening as I lay on my sofa in my conservatory listening to a Bach violin concerto, I felt hands on my breasts. In my mind, I could see as plainly as anything that they were Emma's hands. "Wow what a house," Emma said as we drove up the drive to the six bedroom Victorian pile set in two acres that Richard inherited from his grandmother. I hated most of it, but loved the conservatory I'd had built on the back. It looked out over a lawn that sloped down to a large pond That's where I was going to serve dinner for Emma and me. I don't really know why I invited her. The feelings she had been giving me lately certainly meant that I was tempting fate, but I asked her to dinner on an impulse. As usual Richard was away and neither of my children were home from uni. "I hate it really," I said as I grilled the lamb cutlets. "Why?" "Well it's Victorian and I think quite ugly, but mainly because it came from his family." "His? Richard, your husband you mean." "Yes." When I had asked her to dinner, Emma said that she was working, but would come straight from a house showing. Although she had told me that I was still surprised when I opened the door and saw she was wearing the same power suit and blouse as she had at the gym a few days ago; she looked fantastic and made me feel underdressed in my short sleeved, yellow scooped front tee shirt type top and denim skirt. As I still had the remnants of a tan from our week at our house in Florida, I hadn't bothered with tights, although the recent chilly October evenings would put an end to that very soon. The skirt was probably shorter than a forty something should wear and my twenty year old daughter always looked disapprovingly at me when I wore anything with the hem above the knee; I had no idea what she would think of this hem for it was a good six inches above my knees, still it made me feel good. I knew also that the top was a little tight and a little low for it was moulded to my boobs and I did show quite some cleavage. In retrospect I have often wondered whether there was some sub conscious reason for me, innocently I swear, dressing rather sexily. As we ate dinner, I told her how I resented the fact we had to sell a lovely modern house in Richmond to come and live in this dump in Hertfordshire. "Are you unhappy Cat?" she asked taking a sip of wine, putting her glass down, sliding her hand across the table and resting her fingertips on the back of my hand. "I'm not really sure Emma, perhaps lonely more than unhappy. I just don't seem able anymore to see where my life is going" "I know what you mean I feel exactly the same sometimes" she said moving her fingertips on the back of my hand. I saw that she had fashionably square cut nails with the end few millimetres painted white and the remainder simply shiny with clear varnish. "But you have so much going for you, you're engaged." "Yeah right, tell me about it," Emma said rather gloomily. I had thought for some time that she wasn't at all sure about her relationship with Harry, but it wasn't something I wanted to get into. She did though. "I'm not all sure I am doing the right thing" she went on her eyes looking right into mine. I topped up our wine glasses. We had just started the second bottle of a nice South African Sauvignon Blanc. "Let's take our wine over to the sofa," I said indicating a settee on the other side of the conservatory. I'd had the almost twenty feet square conservatory built on a split level. The higher level as you enter it from the house was a dining area and had been where we'd been sitting. Half way across the room there were two steps down which led to a sitting area that looked out onto the garden and fish pond, both of which were lit up with numerous spotlights. It was a beautiful view and I just loved sitting on the deep cushions of the incredibly comfortable sofa looking out at it. As I followed Emma across the room, down the steps and to the sofa it suddenly struck me that the last time I had sat on it, I had masturbated imagining her hand on my breasts. As she sat down and the tight, pinstripe skirt reared up her nylon covered legs, a little shiver ran through me. "You sit here often?" She asked. "Yes most nights when Richard's away. I read, listen to music and sometimes drink too much." Sounds divine," she said as we both took sips of wine from the large glasses. We had turned so we were half looking at each other. Emma had removed her jacket and I saw that the crisp, white blouse was very tight around her boobs and across her back, it gaped a little at each buttonhole. She looked great and I felt slightly tipsy. As we had turned, so we had bent our legs at the knees and these were almost touching. Emma rested her right elbow on the back of the sofa and used that to support her head. As she was slightly behind me, I had to turn even more to look at her. I did, our eyes locked, she raised her eyebrows, we smiled and she said. "Ok Cat?" "Yes Emma," I replied leaning back so my head was against the sofa. "You sure?" She said quietly as her hand moved from supporting her head towards mine. I looked up and replied quietly. "Yes." Her fingers found a strand of my hair and stroked it. "I mean Cat, are you really sure?" I wasn't quite sure what she meant. Whether she was referring to our earlier conversation about being lonely or to her fondling my hair. She had pulled her knees onto the seat of the sofa and tucked her feet under her bum. That made her skirt ride further up her legs and, as it was only a two seater sofa, placed her knees very close to my leg. My New World I felt nervous. Half of me was thinking that she was making a pass, the other half thought I was being silly and mistaking pure friendliness for something more. The surprising thing to me was that part of me, probably quite a large part too, wanted it to be a pass. Her fingers went deeper into my hair, she ran long strands through them, slowly and deliberately. "This ok?" She said sounding rather breathless and a little husky. I couldn't look at her, I had my eyes cast down, I certainly couldn't speak. I had never felt anything like the sexual tension and the sheer nervousness I was experiencing. And that was suddenly heightened when I saw just how far her skirt had now ridden up her legs. There was absolutely no doubt that again she was wearing holdup stockings. "Wine often makes me feel very er, mellow" she said softly her hand now touching the crown of my head her fingers softly rubbing it in little circles; it was clearly a caress, maybe a signal of something I thought, but what, I wondered? Surely it was a pass, surely this wasn't her just being friendly, surely this was a lesbian or at least bisexual advance? "Mellow?" "Yes Cat mellow. You know what I mean don't you?" "No, yes, I don't know, I'm not sure." "Look at me?" My heart pounding so Ioud I was sure she would hear it, I raised my eyes and turned my face towards her. She smiled and in her eyes I saw the look I had seen in many men's eyes over the years. She wanted me, I knew it; it now seemed so obvious. All the previous events and experiences now had a meaning. "You must know Cat." "What?" I croaked as I saw her face moving towards mine. "That I feel more than just friendship." "Oh," I whimpered rather pathetically. "You do understand don't you?" She whispered her face now just inches from nine; I still looked down. "I don't know Emma." I felt rather than saw her moving closer. She took hold of my chin, I did nothing. She brushed my hair away from my face. She slid her lips across my cheek. It made me jump, but it felt so nice. Pulling on my chin she turned my face towards her, I didn't react, but I kept looking down and not at her. "Cat, I think you do know," she whispered as I felt her stockinged knee press firmly against the bare skin of my leg a few inches above my knee. "Look at me Cat." I looked up, our eyes met, she moved her face closer and then she kissed me. It was not a full mouth kiss, but one where both of her lips kissed and gently sucked my lower lip. I didn't respond, but then I didn't pull away. "Is this ok?" She asked. I couldn't muster any words, but I nodded and she kissed me again. Once more it wasn't a full on kiss, more a lip caress than anything, but it felt lovely. I was shaking with nervousness. "You have guessed haven't you Cat?" "Guessed what?" I croaked. "About me, about us?" I didn't know what to say, what stance or direction to take. I felt light headed, it was as if my mind had left my body and I had a ringing, no more a rushing sound in my ears. But then my mind exploded with emotions as I heard some of, if not the most erotic words I had ever heard. "Have you ever been kissed by a woman before Cat." A little moan slid past my lips, a little groan and a sigh, more a whimper escaped as I felt the pressure on the back of my head pulling it towards her. I looked up and opened my eyes just in time to see her lovely lips opening and once more seeking mine. Just before they found them I mewed. "No I haven't." This time it was a full on kiss. This time it was an open mouthed, lip squirming kiss. This time it was a tongue plunging kiss. And this time it was a kiss to which I found both my mind and body responding. It wasn't, though a particularly long kiss, but it was a sweet, passionate and interesting one. Her lips and mouth were softer than what I was used to, everything was smoother and her perfume wafted over me. There was none of the harsh bristles of a man and she seemed instinctively to know exactly how I wanted to be kissed. First, enquiring and passionate then soft, gentle and loving and then alternating between both. She broke the kiss, but left her right hand on the back of my head in my hair and kept her face very close to mine. I again looked down for I was finding the whole situation very difficult to cope with. I was embarrassed, but excited, confused yet intrigued and interested but concerned. My heart was pounding and my pulses were racing. I was panting slightly and my body felt like jelly. I kept telling myself this couldn't be happening to me, but the pressure of her hand on the back of my head told me that indeed it was. "Never, not even once Cat?" "No Emma, well not like that?" I said as she ran the back of the fingernails on her other hand across my cheek and lips to my chin. "Like what?" She asked softly as she smiled and her eyes glinted at me. "You know," I whispered as I kept my eyes averted from hers. She ran her fingertips onto my neck and down to where my neck joins my shoulders. "Yes Cat, but I want you to tell me, I want to hear it from you," she went softly stroking along the underside of my collar bone. It felt so sensual, so intimate and so come on I could hardly resist her. "What?" I groaned as I felt my body responding strongly to her touch that was now moving down the bare skin of the top of my chest. What type of kiss Cat? What type of kiss was it for you?" "Oh Emma you know." "Yes, but tell me Cat. Tell me what it was?" She asked as her fingers reached the neck of my top and held the edge of the material. "Oh Emma it was, oh you know, sexy." "Oh Cat yes, yes it was," she whispered her mouth going very near to my ear as her fingertips slid a few millimetres inside the neckline of my yellow top. "And were you comfortable with that?" I hesitated as I took in the feeling of her fingertips slightly inside my top on my bare skin just where my breast flares out from my chest. I looked at her; her eyes were full of tenderness and concern. She looked so pretty. Hardly audibly I whispered. "Yes Emma." As I said that so her hand slid further down the outside of my top and she brushed her fingertips across my right breast. It was as if I had an electric shock. "And this?" She asked her lips and tongue finding my ear as her fingers continued to slide softly over my boobs. "Oh Emma," I groaned loving the sensations but fearing that they were so wrong as her lips again found mine. This time the kiss was blatantly sexual, it was full of meaning and suggestiveness. She used her tongue like a cock and my mouth like a cunt. She was fucking my mouth with her tongue as, at the same time, her hand cupped my left breast and squeezed it with exactly the amount of pressure it wanted. It felt wonderful and unconsciously, I swear, I pushed my boob against her hand. The kiss went on for what seemed an age and the longer it went on the better it became. Not only that, but also the more it continued the more I began to relax and before I was fully aware of it I had put my arms round her neck and I was kissing her back, just as I did with Richard. "Cat I have wanted to do this for so long," Emma whispered as she parted our mouths and we looked into each others eyes her hand still cupping my breasts. "Have you Emma," I replied rather inanely, not really having any idea how to reply. She kissed me again and once more I felt her fingertips back on where my breast swells out from my chest. This time, though, they didn't stay there but were slowly edged downwards inside my thin top to the edge of my bra and then slightly inside that so her fingertips could only have been a tiny distance from my nipple. Was this going too far I wondered? Not necessarily too far physically, but emotionally. Was it too much too soon? Had she taken me from an innocent wondering whether I was reading the signs correctly to her co-respondent in lesbian love too quickly? Was she pushing my boundaries too far and was she stretching my sexuality flexibility to breaking point? I didn't know, but I was close to stopping her, pushing her off and slinking back to my comfortable world of heterosexuality. Close, but not quite there. I was mulling on that when I felt her hand slip right inside my bra and cup my bare breasts. I was still mulling when she pinched my nipple between her finger and thumb and there was still a degree of mull when I felt her pull my top down so that she bared my breast. The mulling stopped though when, with a low noise, almost like that made by a cat when very content she said in a quiet whisper. "Oh God Cat they are beautiful, your breasts are magnificent." Without any further ado her lips went round my nipple and she sucked it like a baby on a teat. I cried out, I arched my back and my hands held her head pulling her mouth more firmly to me. The pleasure was immense and put an end to my mulling. In retrospect it was that moment that instance when she first sucked my nipple that ended my bi curiosity and addiction to being straight. "Cat can we go somewhere?" She asked. I had no idea what she meant. "Why?" "I feel on show surrounded by all this glass." "It's totally secluded, no one can see. What's the problem?" "I want to make love to you Cat, I want to have complete and utter sex with you, I want to take you to bed. And I can't do it with all this fucking glass round me, I feel as if I'm in a fish bowl." Although she made me smile as her fairly frequent swearing did, her words crashed over me like a waterfall. They were so erotic, so wanton, so appropriate and so exactly what I needed to hear, I think. But I was reticent. The enormity of what Emma was suggesting felt overwhelming and once more I went into a state of total conflict. I was afraid, afraid of the unknown, of going past a vague point I thought of as my sexual boundary and afraid of the potential consequences of doing that. Yet I was incredibly aroused and amazingly excited. Emma had made me feel things I'd never experienced before. I liked being with her. She was so gentle and caring, considerate and kind, yet very knowing, sexually wise and very, very seductive. I wanted to please her. My body wanted to do as she asked, but my mind was urging caution. My inner self was saying yes, my alter ego, no. "Well Cat?" She asked sitting up straight her blouse stretching across her breasts and gaping at each buttonhole showing sights of her bra and boobs. "I don't know Emma, I just don't know." We stood up and she kissed me, well more licked my lips again; it was so different and it was gorgeous. "I think you do know Cat, I think you know very well, don't you?" She asked holding my face with both hands and looking deep into my eyes. She kissed me again. No she didn't kiss me, this time we kissed. And this was again something so different and so wonderful. To be in her arms, to have her in my arms, to have my breasts against her, to have her breasts against me, to feel my tummy against her body, to feel her stomach against mine, to have our legs pressed together were all incredible. Her hands were in my hair, up and down my back and on my bum squeezing it; I held mine still on her back, for some reason right on her bra strap. As she broke the kiss she repeated. "You do know don't you Cat." "Yes Emma, yes I do," I said in hardly a whisper. "Come on," I said sliding my boob back into my bra and pulling my top up. I took her to a spare room, we have plenty in the ugly Victorian pile. I thought it wiser, more considerate. We stood by the bed. "Ok Cat?" "Yes." "You sure, we can stop right now and never talk about it again," she said putting a strong psychological argument to me. After saying yes I could hardly now say no so I said. "I'm sure Emma." She took me in her arms again and whispered. "I take it you have never done anything like this before with a woman. "No, nothing." "Not even at school?" She asked sliding her hands inside the hem of the tee shirt type top. "No." "Or at uni?" She persisted easing it upwards. "No nothing," I replied as the yellow material came over my boobs, up my chest and off my head. "Oh God Cat, just look at what all womanhood has been missing." I smiled. "You flatterer." "Yes absolutely" she said smiling back and cupping both of my breasts inside the white, lace as good as see through bra. "And from where I am standing Cat, it gets me everywhere," she went on adroitly unclipping my bra and quickly removing it. She looked, no she stared intently at my naked tits. My nipples had hardened completely and I felt a little embarrassed, even though I am generally comfortable about how my boobs look. Her hands pushing them together and pinching each nipple sent streams of excruciatingly lovely sensations through me. "And if you'll forgive my coarse language," she went on. "They are fucking lovely. She kissed each breast in turn "Oh baby you just get on the bed like that." I sat on the edge of the bed She stood beside it, close to me so that our knees touched. Hardly taken her eyes from my body for a second, as she undid her blouse, nonchalantly unclipped and removed her bra and then slid her skirt off. She looked gorgeous and, I acknowledged hugely sexy, something I doubt I would have even thought about let alone acknowledged a few weeks ago. Wearing just a black thong and her long, lacy topped, hold-ups with her high heeled shoes she looked awesome. She sat beside me. "You look amazing Cat," she whispered as she put one arm round my shoulders, cupped my breast with her other hand and then kissed me. After a little while we fell back so we were lying on the bed. It was then that I touched her breast. I knew of course from touching my own what the feel was like physically. It was the emotional touch that hit me, particularly as she closed her eyes more tightly and let out a little moan. "Mmmm that's lovely," she sighed as her hand edged enquiringly down me, moving from my breasts to my chest, onto my tummy and further onto my lower abdomen and then up the few inches of my skirt until it touched my pubic mound. She cupped that in her hand and squeezing me through the thin, silky material she applied the wonderful pressure to my clitoris. That made me erupt with a level of sexual pleasure that I had forgotten existed. It sent feelings of such intensity through me that I started to cum immediately. She instantly recognised this and, continuing the little circular movements of her fingers right on that magic spot, she cuddled me tightly to her with her other arm so that our breasts were again pressed together the nipples merged into one mass of pink, rubbery sensations. I shuddered to a rapid and very, very heavy climax in which my breath came in deep pants. I began to sob due to the sheer intensity of the feelings I was experiencing. Emma was with me through every shudder and spasm, every sigh and groan and every shiver and shake of my body. Seemingly thinking nothing about taking, but being focused on just one thing, making this the most wonderful experience she could for me. It was so different to be totally the centre of attention with my pleasure being the only agenda item. Different due to the lack of the urgency that precedes a man's ejaculation. Different due to the gentleness, her knowing ways, her softness and sweet smell and the lack of body hair. The feelings I gained were similar to those with a man but so different in many ways. Momentarily sated I collapsed in her arms. Sobbing and heaving partly at realising the boundary I had just crossed, partly from the guilt of cheating on my husband, partly with a sort of fear or in a way shame as thoughts of my children flooded my mind, but mainly from the sheer degree of sexual pleasure that I had just gained. It was the most emotionally draining experience I had gone through since I had lost my virginity. We lay there for some time Emma softly stroking my hair, lightly touching my breasts and planting small kisses on my cheeks. With me still in my skirt and her in her black panties and stockings there was a mood of gentleness combined with expectancy of what was still to come from this elegant and erotic wantonness. I had never experienced anything like this for normally men seem to want to get away from the woman almost as soon as he has climaxed. But with Emma that seemed the furthest thing from her mind. With both of us now fairly, but by no means totally, relaxed, we chatted in the way we usually did at the gym. Emma explained that she had been attracted to women for many years and that now she considered herself to be almost completely bi-sexual for she still enjoyed a very active sex life with her boy friend "And" she went on with a giggle. "With the odd bit on the side now and then." Obviously I took the chance to question her on whether the feelings I had gained with her meant that I was potentially a lesbian. "Absolutely not" she said with conviction. I also asked would I in the future be likely to become more and more attracted to women. She explained that it doesn't work like that. Her feelings and those of other bi-sexual girls she knew were sort of compartmentalised and that when with men they were totally straight but then, again, when with women they were quite the opposite. "But, she laughed cupping my breast, it does mean you can enjoy both and believe me threesomes can be great, reckon Richard would fancy me?" Smiling I replied. "Any man would Emma," as the rather bizarre thought of my somewhat staid lawyer of a husband indulging in a threesome. But then I thought maybe something like that is needed to rekindle our sex life. "Would you do that?" "Maybe, would you ask him?" "I'm not sure." As we were talking we were touching and cuddling and she was occasionally kissing me and gently licking my face and eyes and lips and neck. Stroking my hair and so softly touching my breasts and tummy I felt so comfortable and relaxed that I quite rapidly reached the conclusion that there could be nothing at all wrong with something as beautiful as this and I began to become a more active participant. I returned her caresses by running my fingertips across her face and lips and by running my hands through her dark, fairly short hair. I trickled them down her neck and across her chest. Plucking up my courage I trailed them across her smallish breasts and nipples that, as I became more aroused, seemed to take on an almost magnetic attraction. To me they assumed enormous proportions and I felt myself thinking how much I would like to take them into my mouth and suck on them like a baby. It struck me then that of course I could do that and it struck me even harder when I thought 'I will do that.' As she saw my more enthusiastic responses so she became more active and the mood between us changed back to one of intensity and passion. We were now both kissing each other on the mouth and our hands were moving across the other's breasts with more urgency cupping and kneading the soft, pliant and, to me, such, exciting flesh . Emma ever so gently rolled me onto my back and laid on her side her hand fully embracing my boob her finger and thumb rolling the nipple between them. Kissing deeply I felt her hand moving. It came away from m y nipple and stroked the underflesh of my right breast, it moved further onto the bottom of my ribcage and kept going until she slid her fingers slightly inside the waist band of my skirt until I could feel her nails on the skin of my belly. She stayed like that for a while her fingers gently rubbing me inside the skirt gradually pushing it further down until it was stretched tightly across my hips and could go no further. I showed no resistance at all to that, in fact I loved it. My New World Presumably encouraged, she pushed herself up a little and, looking deep into my eyes, she brought both of her hands to my waist. Smiling, she murmured. "Perhaps we should get rid of this?" She undid the brass button and began easing the short zip down at the front of the skirt. Now loose, she slowly pulled my skirt down and I raised my bottom off the bed to help her remove it completely. I felt marvellous lying before her clad merely in my white transparent panties through which I knew my pubic shadow was clearly on view. I guess my latent exhibitionistic side was coming through. "Oh Cat you are gorgeous" she muttered as her hand, idly almost, trailed across my panties. It may have been an involuntary caress by her but to me the effect was electrifying for, for the first time, the sheer enormity of what I was about to do hit me. And my God did I want it. Sensing my need, or more to the point as she explained afterwards my total capitulation, she plunged on now totally confident of my intentions and willingness. And quite rightly so. In the next few hours I experienced so many new things and sensations and came so many times that my recall of it all is fuzzy. The entire lovemaking session that went on well into the night and restarted in the morning seems to have merged into one memory of sheer bliss, amazing tenderness and incredible excitement. It was as though I had one continual orgasm that rose to crescendos, subsided a little and then soared to even higher levels. It was like being on a roller coaster when you go so steeply down or around that you think that it's impossible for it to go steeper or tighter only for it then immediately to do so. That was precisely the feelings I got with this amazing orgasm. Emma started this by kneeling beside me and, whilst staring deep into my eyes, she slowly rolled her panties down over her tummy gradually revealing the soft patch of dark down at the base. I found this to be such a turn on that, without thinking but to her evident pleasure, I did the same and pushed my own panties off lifting my bottom from the bed as I did so. And then we started what was probably the most exciting single sexual escapade that I have ever experienced. Lying there on the bed totally naked in another woman's arms was both thrilling and exciting. My mind was reeling from the sexual pleasure and the feeling of adventure, achievement and the crossing of boundaries. I would never have thought having sex with another woman could be like this or could give me such feelings. The first amazing feeling was being naked in another woman's arms. The softness and curves of her body against mine was so different to that of a man as was, of course, the absence of the hardness that presses so enticingly into a girl's stomach. But the gentleness and the knowingness with which she approached me was the most surprising thing. It seemed as though she could anticipate my every need. When I wanted a tender embrace or a soft caress her hands would gently stroke my breasts or softly rub the inside and outside of my lips. As my passion rose and more urgency was required so her arms would hold me tighter, her fingers would press into my flesh, she would pinch my nipples and squeeze joyously, painfully the softness of my boobs. As I needed relief from the wonderful torment of feelings she built up in me she knew just the moment to plunge her fingers rigid with penetrative probing deep into my insides. She knew when to bring me off and when to hold me right on the edge. When to kiss me lovingly and treat me with tenderness and when to be rough and act as though I were her whore. Her technique was perfect, at least in my inexperienced opinion. She touched my clitoris with just the right amount of pressure rubbing alongside it from front to back as opposed to right on top as most men do. She stroked me around the outside of my lips rather than poking her fingers roughly inside thus giving me so much more pleasure than normally received from a man's, inevitable but nonetheless, unfortunate fumblings. And she knew just when I was ready to move from one stage of lesbian lovemaking to the next. Our earlier efforts, needed though they had been to initiate me, palled into insignificance against that we moved onto during that most fantastic first night of my bisexual life style. Emma loved all, and I do mean all, of my body in ways that it had never been loved before and ways that I hardly even imagined existed. There didn't seem to be any part of me that she didn't touch and caress and from which both she and I didn't gain sexual pleasure. From stroking my hair and touching my eyebrows, eyelashes and eyelids to rubbing the soles of my feet. From caressing the crown of my head and stroking my neck gently, to massaging my calf and buttock muscles. She rubbed her body against mine and dangled her nipples against my breasts. Her pubis mound was ground against mine and the lips of her pussy were pressed against the cheeks of my bottom. She intertwined her legs with mine so that the lips were pressed together and she ran her erect and hardened nipple up and down my soaked, pink crack She used her mouth on me so wonderfully it was though I had never been orally loved before, but then I hadn't by a woman. Again she just seemed to know when I wanted gentleness and when I needed more urgency. When it was appropriate to drive her tongue inside me and when gently lapping motions around the outside were what I needed. She used her lips, teeth, tongue and mouth on every part of me. My face, chest, breasts, tummy and legs. And of course between my legs but not concentrated just on the front entrance. Equally adept at arousing incredible sensations from my labia and vulva as she was at stimulating my anus she loved me everywhere. Her magical mouth visited me my clit, my cunt and my arse and each of them received it with such unrestrained joy and pleasure. They each revelled in being initiated into girly sex. Responding to her, following her lead and returning some of the wonderful favours she had bestowed on me just seemed so natural and necessary and I wanted to do it. Her nipples in my mouth, my tongue licking her breasts and chewing the rubbery tips, my fingers finding and lovingly stroking her velvety wetness. Slipping them in and running them around the moistened, pink slash between her legs. Anointing and arousing her clitoris. All these actions I did without being asked, I did them because I wanted to and because they seemed to be the right things to do. I did them with enormous pleasure and gratitude and I revelled in the fulsome response I gained from her. When her parted legs with her most womanly of places so beautifully on view was right before my eyes it seemed just the most perfectly natural thing in the world to kiss it. I did. The taste and smell of another woman was like an aphrodisiac and encouraged me to plunge on lapping at this incredible fountain of sexuality. I gobbled greedily, I imagine, as second by second I became bolder, gained new sensations and received new experiences. The feel of her lips on my tongue, the squirming of her body as I pleasured her, the sensation of my mouth engulfing her clitoris and sucking it into my teeth as she had done to me were new, powerful and wonderful experiences, and seemed so natural. When I made her cum I felt incredible. I revelled in the writhing of her body, the gritted teeth, the tightly closed eyes, the panting, the gasping and the gripping of my hair, my hands, my breasts or the bedclothes . I gloried in cuddling her as she roared up to a wonderful crescendo of feelings. I felt such tenderness and love as I held her close as she soared over the peak and settled into that wonderfully warm time of immediate post orgasm, a feeling in women that no man seems to understand. How often we dozed off only to wake again and resume I have no idea. How many times we made love and how many times each of us climaxed is an equal mystery. All I know is that it was light and the birds were singing when we finally slept in each others arms bringing my first night as a bisexual woman to a wonderful and totally satisfying end. I had found my new world. My New World Deeper In My 'affair' with Emma was short lived. But it was intense, educational and life changing for me. It ended after just a couple of months because she got a job in the US and relocated to California. As I lay naked in her arms the day before she was leaving I had to smile when I said. "So I lose out to California do I?" She smiled too and then took my nipple back into her mouth, put her hand between my legs and fucked me for the last time. I was confused after she'd gone. It had taken me some time to become accustomed to the fact that I was bi and enjoyed sex with women. After all if a woman goes from puberty to her forties without an inkling of her bisexuality and then has a highly sexual affair with a woman twelve years her junior, there is bound to be some trauma. I had plenty, but had adjusted to it after a few weeks. The incongruity of our situation was that almost as soon as I accepted the new sexuality of my new world then the centrepiece of that, my lover, was taken away from me. We had a tearful farewell in my marital bed. In the weeks after she had gone I felt lost. Of course we kept in touch and what with the phone, yahoo messenger and our cams we 'saw' a lot of each other; and by a lot I do mean frequency and bodily. We became fervent cyber lovers! I enjoyed my times on cam and the phone with Emma, but after a month or so the frequency between our 'chats' increased. Although we still 'met' and mutually masturbated we were both becoming attuned to the limitations of electronic sex. It became something that happened occasionally and not a part of our lives as it had been when she first left England. Oddly, in some ways it was that, which confirmed to me my bisexuality and my need for other women. I missed sex with Emma so much. I found myself wondering if and how I could find other like-minded women. I acknowledged that I needed more lesbian experiences, but how the hell I would get it and where I would find it totally bemused me. As I more and more missed her as the frequency of our virtual fucks diminished so, strangely, I was not drawn back towards my husband; I didn't turn to him for more sex, he didn't become the substitute for my lesbian lover. But that was not because I had become lesbian for I still yearned for sex with other men. Yearned isn't quite the right word, for I had no appetite for an affair or a one night stand; I'd been there and they are far too messy and complicated. No, the more apt word is fantasised. When I masturbated, as I did most days, I was often fucked by a number of men at the same time or individually by a young tennis coach or an even younger golf pro. That is, of course, in addition to having fantasy sex with Emma, and sometimes the two young men as well; yes I do have a vivid imagination. I wouldn't say that this desire for lesbian sex became a driving force in my life, but it certainly did entertain my mind a great deal. This was particularly so when I was alone when Richard, my corporate lawyer husband was working murderous hours in London or was away on business as he was approximately half the time. I started to look for it. It made me feel awful when I was at the tennis club or having golf lessons or when I was at the gym, and I realised I'd looked at women, some I knew quite well, and wondered whether they would be up for it or not. I also racked my brain to think of women I knew who had reputations, but I couldn't recall any who I was still in contact with. Just what the hell I would have done if I had thought anyone in the first group was up for it or if I still knew anyone from the second, I had no idea. I couldn't imagine me trying to 'pull' or seduce anyone. I looked on the net of course and found loads of opportunities, but they were mainly from what appeared to be lesbian hookers, something I had no idea existed. I checked the 'lonely hearts' pages in the quality newspapers and posh magazines and that was more interesting. I was surprised by just how many ads there were for 'Women seeking women.' As this was going on over a few months, so my life was also going along its typical path. Alone a lot, but keeping myself busy playing tennis, working out at the gym, attending golf and bridge lessons, I did have concerns over my future. Both children were at university and although they came home at vacations and the occasional weekend, they had gone and I knew they would never to return, they don't do they? I had the huge, horrible Victorian pile of house that had been in Richard's family since it was built in eighteen eighty, to run, which was by no means a labour of love. Try as I might I couldn't get him to even discuss the idea of downsizing so we rattled around in the six bed-roomed monstrosity. When Richard was home we entertained regularly both at London restaurants with clients and at home with friends and we had a reasonable social life through his golf club and my tennis club. But I wasn't happy. I couldn't see where my life would go other than downhill. I didn't feel my marriage was secure and I had lost my children. Where the fuck I would be in, say, ten years time when I would be in my mid fifties, I couldn't imagine. I was very aware and had, pre Emma, thought that I could cope with the inevitable traumas of a mid forties life for a woman. I was now starting to doubt that I could and that scared the life out of me. Was that, I wondered, the reason why I let Emma seduce me or, was it because of my affair with her that I was thinking this way? What a fucking conundrum! I did reply to a few lonely heart 'women needing women' ads, and almost met someone, but in the end I didn't. I don't know why for after writing to six or so, getting replies from four, eliminating two because they were fat, ugly and totally unfanciable and exchanging photos and phone numbers with two and having several conversations with one, I nearly did. She was a little older than me and in a similar position, married, with grown up children, had a little experience with another woman and wanted more. We talked several times on the phone and discussed meeting, but as she lived in Somerset, some one hundred and fifty miles away, the logistics were difficult and in the end defeated us. I was, of course, still having sex with my husband, but it had lost its spark; the truth be known it had lost that some time ago and it was only largely down to our 'hobby' that we had moments when we rekindled the spark. That hobby was him taking photos of me. Photos in various stages of undress including, if we got that far before giving into temptation and fucking each other, me naked. I had resisted his suggestions for some time, but after a year or so of pressure I eventually agreed and we set a time; strangely he could take that afternoon off work, an almost unheard happening. I was incredibly nervous waiting for Richard to arrive home at 1.00 pm. Several times, I thought of calling him and changing my mind and numerous times I hoped he would call me. But almost dead on one, he arrived. He called after he had left the office. We chatted a bit and then I asked. "What do you want me to wear?" "Well I could say nothing, but we'll leave that for later. Just a nice dressing robe and bra and panties would be good to start with." I hunted around and found a matching thong and bra. Black and lacy, they were both see through and very delicate. I didn't wear them often for the bra was so thin that under most tops my nipples would poke through. It was a little tight, but I got into the D cups quite snugly. The thong reared up my stomach to circulate my hips. As I looked over my shoulder I saw the slither of lace plunging down and vanishing between the rounded cheeks of my bum, which hadn't yet, as it was bound to soon, fallen; it looked good. I had a deep red, silk, floor length robe that I also didn't wear that often and that seemed prefect for the shoot, as I was now beginning to refer to it. After Richard got home we had a couple of drinks. We talked about this and that in a rather stilted manner and he explained that he would put the shots onto my PC. "We can then link that up to the TV and look at them together, even in bed" he advised me. The idea of seeing myself naked or in my underwear on a fifty inch screen was quite unnerving, but nevertheless also exciting. "Shall we start, are you ready?" He asked. "As I'll ever be" I replied adding. "Richard do we really need to do this?" "I'm sure we don't need to, but I certainly would like to," he retorted in his legalistically precise way of speaking adding. "I'm sure darling that once we get going you'll love it too. Ready?" Now I did feel nervous. It was one thing being photographed on the spur of the moment, as he often shot on holidays and the like, but in the cold light of day in a planned and calculated manner, it was a different thing. "Er no, I'm not sure." Smiling he said. "Not sure about starting or whether you're ready?" He is so quick with words and often makes me feel inadequate and rather stupid. "Well both actually? As it happened, it didn't matter. "Not going shy on me are you?" He asked pointing the camera at me. He fired off a few shots quickly moving the focus or the zoom maybe. I smiled again when I realised that I preened at the camera. I ran my fingers through my shoulder length ash blonde hair. He walked round behind me. "Look at me over your shoulder, Cat" I did, he snapped away. "Lovely, that's great, the hair looks fantastic." He was saying all the right things, I could feel myself responding. "Turn and look at me Cat." I did; more shots. "Open the robe a little." I did; more shots. "A little more, grab the lapels, show some cleavage." I did; more shots. It was getting to me. "Undo it completely." I did. "Oh fuck that's great, touch your tits." I did; more shots. And so it went on with more and more directions, which I followed, after which he fired off more shots. "Let's lose the robe?" "Turn away; let me get some from a new angle, your bum." "Bend forward." "Kneel down." "Stand up." "Push your tits out." "Put your hands in your hair, ruffle it up, push it so it falls over your face." "Undo your bra, but keep it on." "Take your bra off for me Cat." "Show me your tits; show the camera your tits." Now I was gone. I'd had it. I was over the top. The posing had got me, the camera was devouring me, eating me up, it was fucking me and I was fucking the lens. "Lay down on that rug." He ordered pointing to a Persian, silk carpet that had cost over two thousand pounds. Richard seemed to know exactly what to say, at precisely the right time in perfect accord with the camera. We were becoming a hugely intimate threesome; him, me and the lens. "Hold them Cat, play with them, squeeze them, pinch your nipples. You do want to don't you?" Laying on my back, being caressed by the smoothness of the silk carpet as he stood over me shooting away, at that moment there was, nothing I wanted more than to do as he asked: other, perhaps, than to be fucked by Emma or, as a substitute, my husband, but as that seemed quite likely, I pinched my nipples instead. "Stroke your body," he told me. 'Stroke my body,' I thought, what an expression, what a phrase, what a thought? An odd term, but a wonderful one. I did that, I did exactly as he asked, I stroked my body, my chest, my arms, my tummy, my thighs and my legs. It had to come, he had to go further, the instructions had to be given. It was inevitable. They poured forth, one after the other. I responded, willingly to each one. "Touch yourself through your panties" "Slip your hands inside." He was now kneeling beside me, his shirt had several buttons undone, his erection was obvious. He kept photographing my every action. "Rub your clit." "Keep one hand in there and hold your tits with the other" "Push them down, not too far, just enough so we can see what you are doing with your hand." I did that. I rolled my knickers down so they were just beneath my pussy, so that they were down far enough to let, my lover, the camera see what I was doing to myself. I was in a terrible state. So aroused, so turned on, so out of control, so under the influence of him, but more so, the camera. "Show us your cunt Cat," was the over the top, defining phrase that turned this from a photographic session into a fuck. That request, demand, suggestion or whatever, did it. Richard's order to me to "show him and the camera my cunt," caused me to be able no longer to satisfy myself by being photographed. That made me want more, need more, demand more. Yes, the power of the camera, of posing for it and being photographed had removed every single vestige of my inhibitions. I had become a camerachick, a lens slut, a focus fuckgirl. And that meant I wanted and needed just one thing. I reached out for Richard. He pushed himself forward, he offered himself to me and I took it. His cock was in my hand, I was kissing it as we tore his clothes off. It was in my mouth. I was sucking him, licking him and slurping at his thick, sturdy and blisteringly hard prick, as I murmured, possibly nearly incoherently, but sincerely and so pleadingly. "Make me cum Richard, please make me cum." I didn't show the camera my cunt on that occasion, for then he fucked me. More to the point, we fucked. Even more so, the camera, Richard and I fucked. Over the years we'd had numerous sessions that were similar to the first one and I can vouch for the fact that photography does work as an aphrodisiac; for I don't think we finished one session with out ending up making love. I had stored all the photos on my PC and I'd told Emma about them. One of her and my most momentous sessions was when I showed them to her. I linked the PC up to the plasma in the master bedroom, put the PC on 'slideshow' and then let it show the two hundred or so shots of me as Emma and I made love. It was absolutely sublime. I was still searching for another adventure, an extension of my affair with Emma, a further pushing out of my sexuality boundaries, yes I was looking for more fucks with another woman. It was evident that the personal ads in the quality papers were not going to work so I racked my brain for other ideas; thank goodness for google. I used that to search for 'lesbian contacts,' but again they were either hookers or seriously downmarket. I came across a site advertising lesbian and gay bars and clubs. 'Did I dare?' I asked my self. 'Would have the nerve to go to one?' A few evenings later I was in Brewer Street in Soho, near The Griffin pub. That had been publicised as 'A meeting place for gay and lesbian lovelies.' I had never seen so many scruffy, tattoos and pierced women in my life as I sat in a café opposite the pub. I didn't have the nerve or inclination to go in. 'The Lipstick Lounge' was how it was advertised. 'A discrete bar, lounge and club for discerning bi and lesbian ladies' was how it described itself. The reply to my email advised that the place was open from mid-day to two or three in the morning seven days a week and that lipsticks were particularly welcome; I had learned from Emma that was what we are. The website had a slide show and it did look quite nice. After a couple of weeks thinking about it I found myself getting the tube from Kings Cross to Charing Cross and nervously approaching the club. It was smart and not at all seedy. I sat at the bar and cautiously looked round. There was quite a few fat dykey types, all cropped hair and jeans, but as far as I could see few fellow lipsticks. I wandered round, peeped into the restaurant and the dance area, the small cinema that was showing lesbian porn films and several other bars, but all to no avail. I was approached a couple of times, but as the women were not at all attractive and it was all too come on, I left and went home slightly deflated. With Richard away on a two week visit to the west coast of the USA and the kids at university, I had decided to attend a tennis convention in Spain. This was part lessons and part a conference. I had been a pretty good player in my teens, almost making Wimbledon and had kept in touch by playing at a club and representing it in various tournaments county and national competitions. I had once had some coaching training so when I was asked if I would help out, I thought why not? It was a woman only set up On the third night a group of the coaches had dinner together and I found myself next to Jane, one of the leading tennis coaches in the country. I knew her vaguely and guessed she was her early to mid fifties. She was extremely fit, had a slim, boyish figure, cropped black hair and an angular, but not unattractive face. She had big eyes and high, prominent cheekbones that were attractive, but her rather large nose and thin lips meant she was not beautiful by any means. We hadn't chatted very much up until then, but she was very attentive asking me loads of questions and making appropriate comments and little jokes. She was surprisingly easy to talk to and I found myself a little in awe of her and the fact that such a senior person in the sport was bothering with me. I drank quite a bit as I thought everyone had and was laughing and joking at her witty and rather sacrilegious views on the tennis governing body the LTA. She told me about herself, without boasting and how her coaching and the videos she sold enabled her to have a house in Hampstead, an apartment in Marbella and to drive a Porsche. I had heard rumours of her possible lesbian tendencies so when her attention became a little closer than with a straight woman I was not only not quite interested, albeit a little concerned, but really was flattered by her interest. So maybe this is what I have been looking for since Emma I thought, wondering what my reaction would have been pre Emma? When she rested her fingertips on my wrist a couple of times or placed her hand on my shoulder to emphasise points I didn't flinch or move away. I may even, I suppose, have looked rather lingeringly into her stunningly green eyes as she made those gestures. I didn't know for sure whether they were attempts to check me out for they were only fleeting moments so I just ignored them and did nothing to overtly indicate whether I would be interested or not. In any case, I thought, she probably wouldn't be interested in a nobody like me when all the more well known tennis 'celebrity dykes' were probably at her beck and call. In all probability, I thought, the touches were her just her being a bit lovey and touchy feely as many in sport can be. But when she leaned back and let her hand fall on the seat of my chair so that it brushed against my bottom I wasn't quite so sure. Dinner broke up and we all adjourned to the very small bar. I was in a corner at the end of the bar sitting on a bar stool when Jane and a crowd of seven or eight came in making the bar even more crowded. She stood at the bar and bought everyone drinks edging a little closer to me as people picked theirs up. When the serving was finished she stood half in front of me leaning back against the bar her body shielding my legs from the others view. I was wearing a white, scooped front, short sleeved tight top that showed lots of cleavage and a black silk skirt that had ridden well up my thighs so quite a lot of my legs were on view. Being in warm Spain and having a tan, I wasn't wearing tights or stockings, so my legs were bare. I was probably 'flashing too much flesh' I thought to myself, feeling rather tipsy. Everyone was talking and laughing and having a roaring time when I felt something on my knee. I looked down and saw her hand moving away. Another accident or an overt gesture, I wondered? It happened again a few minutes later and then a third time. What she was doing was seemingly accidentally just letting her hand fall down so that if we wanted it could be seen as an inadvertent gesture. A mistake I suppose. But what I felt was becoming clear was that they were not mistakes. Especially when on the fourth time the back of her hand ran up my leg from the knee to the hem of my thin, silk skirt. A little panicky I looked around to make sure no one could see but was reassured on that for Jane had, if anything, moved more in front of me blocking my legs completely from anyone's view. My New World Deeper In Still though she was acting if nothing was happening, turning from chatting to me stuck in the corner to other people across the bar separating what she was doing to me from them. Still, though, there was nothing too overt and I realised that she was still making sure that there was a way out without her losing face for now she had both her hands wrapped around her wine glass and was asking me about my house in St Albans as if nothing at all was happening. "I adore Victoriana," she told me. I didn't tell her that I hated my house. But then as a group of the men from another course burst into loud laughter at probably some really filthy joke she turned to look at them so that her back was towards me. I watched her hand once more slip down behind her. This time it did not brush my bare leg. This time it was not a quick or surreptitious movement. No, this time I watched as the perfectly manicured nails, painted with a dark blue varnish stretched over the fleshy part of my leg just above my knee and I saw the fingers encircle it. They lingered there squeezing gently. There was no way that this could be anything other than a very obvious caress, a suggestive gesture and an invitation to me. I didn't know what to do. I was excited that another woman wanted me, after all that's what I had been after since Emma had gone to the States some nine months ago. I was flattered at her attention, but also slightly alarmed and concerned. This was clearly big girl's stuff. It was beyond the messing around that Emma I had indulged in. It was with someone who was not only famous, often being interviewed on TV, but also had the reputation of being a lesbian and I was certainly not that, was I? No my fling with Emma was an excursion into bisexuality not lesbianism? Many girls I knew or read about in Cosmo had done similar things to me and they weren't lesbian. But hints and gossip intimated that the woman whose hand was on my leg was just that. I was also a little confused by the drink and the party atmosphere. Confused for sure but also somewhat excited and I have to admit aroused. Sitting there on that stool my skirt above mid thigh looking down and seeing Jane's fingers, almost idly now, gently touching my bare leg some four or five inches above my knee I just didn't know how to react. I didn't know what I wanted to happen or what I thought might happen. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing as I simply stared at that hand and those tempting, suggestive fingers on my leg. I could move and I guess no face would be lost. I could slip off the stool, go to the loo and join another group or move away so that I would show I wasn't interested. Or I could, perhaps, place my hand on hers showing that I was interested, maybe press my leg more firmly or even touch her back to show that I was receptive to her. In the end I took the line of least resistance. I did nothing. Nothing to encourage or deter her. I in fact I put the ball firmly back in her court, or so I thought. Jane was though too experienced to be put off or discouraged by such a simple gesture. No she'd been here before and she knew what to do. She must have recognised something in me, some signs or signals that told her I was 'up for it'. She must also have known that during the evening she'd primed me, built me up perfectly, aroused my interest and reduced my resistance. She immediately recognised the signal I was transmitting about the ball being back in her court. And she was able, ready and so eager to return the ball right back in mine. After a moment or two instead of just removing her hand she slid it up my legs briefly letting her fingers go under the hem of my skirt and giving the inside of my thigh a little squeeze. Turning she stared right into my eyes with a look of relief, pleasure and assurance on her face. She knew that she had got me. The party started breaking up shortly after that and after the usual rather exaggerated kisses and hugs there was only four or five of us left with Jane and me at the bar the others having gone to bed. Although slightly drunk, well more tipsy, I was hellishly nervous as she came up close to me and gave me another drink. She smiled at me very confidently and said lightly. "Your place or mine Cat?" I stammered out that I didn't know and she said. "Why don't you make your goodbyes now and wait in your room for me? I'll only be twenty minutes or so." Almost transfixed with the situation and the awe I suppose of such a rich, famous and glamorous woman wanting me I did as she said. The realisation, though completely sobered me up. In the room, though, the nerves really set in and I didn't know what to do. Should I shower, perhaps or, maybe undress and get into bed? I couldn't do that, though, because it would mean leaving the door open. Maybe I should take my outer clothes off and slip into a robe but then I thought that was a little false so perhaps naked under it. But that seemed to me to be a little too much and might make me appear too eager and too easy. Possibly I should have a bath and greet her wrapped in a towel my hair still wet but that seemed just silly. So instead I settled for a quick wash and a change of knickers and waited. Time seemed to drag so much but looking at my watch I saw that I'd been there only ten minutes. I wandered around the bedroom wondering what the hell this would bring and my thoughts of course went to the times with Emma. But this promised to be so different. This I recognised was proper grown up woman's stuff. I was playing with the big girls. I had been picked up so relatively easily by her and was now waiting expectantly for her to come to my bedroom and make love to me. And I wanted that, just that. My body and emotions that she had been toying with all evening were now attuned to her and what would happen. But after half an hour she still wasn't there and I started to think perhaps I had got it all wrong. But I couldn't have, could I? She had clearly told me to wait for her. Surely I wasn't drunk and had imagined it or had got the message wrong. No, the touches at the dinner table. The almost caress like placing of her fingertips on my wrist, my shoulder and my bottom. The holding of my gaze just that little longer than was necessary and of course the overtly sexual way that she had slid her fingertips up the inside of my thigh flattened against the chair and beneath the hem of my skirt all told me that there was no mistake. But time drifted on until I had been there almost forty five minutes and still no visit or even a phone call. I was just about to give up and go to bed when I heard the light tap on the door. "Fucking room service," she snarled holding up two bottles of champagne and glasses. "A girl could die waiting for them." She marched in as if it were her own room and stood by a table that served as a dressing table putting the champagne down on that as she gabbled on telling me that she just couldn't get rid of one of the male coaches. "Sorry luv but I could hardly say that I had to hurry to get to Cat's room for she's waiting there for me could I?" I laughed and said. "No I suppose you couldn't." "Particularly when the pratt thought he was onto a good thing with, fucking idio." She had changed from the brown, leather trousers and bright yellow shirt of earlier and was now wearing a full length, quite tight, black wollen dress. Her hair was rather more slicked back than usual and she was wearing a very pale foundation on her face making it look almost translucent in the dim lighting in the room. "So Cat," she said so confidently. "Were you thinking that I might not come to you?" I admitted that it had crossed my mind and I let slip that I was just about to give up and go to bed. With a very assured smile on her face and her eyes glinting she said. "Actually my dear that might have been a very good idea for I wouldn't have had to undress you then would I? You would have been wonderfully naked for me wouldn't you?" Her words crashed into my mind and any minor reservations I had just simply evaporated. Her total assumption that I was so under her control and her sophisticated assurance and confidence just overwhelmed me. As I heard the words and saw her eyes devouring me I simply melted. I knew at that moment that I was hers to do with as she wished. And it was obvious that she knew it as well for she was playing with me, toying with me. She knew that she had me dangling on the end of a piece of string and I guessed she knew that I had emotionally totally given in to her. I was sitting in a low chair my skirt almost up to a level where my panties would be on view and she was standing her bottom wedged against the table leaning back her ankles crossed. It was a pose of such confidence and control that I knew that I was completely out of my depth. I tried to say something about me not being very experienced. Why? I have no idea but she replied. "I couldn't give a fuck Cat. You have a gorgeous face, a body to die for and legs that go right up to your arse. I want to fuck you not have you fuck me, well not yet." We looked at each other for a moment or two and she went on. "Yes Cat from the moment I first saw you I have wanted you. From the first time I clapped eyes on you I have wanted to capture you and do the rudest things to you. I have wanted to see you naked and to worship your glorious body." Pausing, she stood up straight her legs apart as she went on. "I want to see your magnificent breasts, the flatness of your stomach and the roundness of your arse." I watched her hands going behind her neck as she continued. "I have yearned to see you and feel you and touch you. I have lain awake imagining you in my bed with my face between your legs lapping at that fountain that I just know flows so easily and so fully." Holding my gaze she fumbled behind her neck for a moment. I could feel myself being hypnotised by her phrasing and the assurance she had, well maybe it was practice I didn't know, to even think of saying such things to me. But they had exactly the effect I assume she was hoping for because they made me feel so bloody horny and receptive to her that I would have done anything. And as she said those remarkable words so even more incredibly exciting things happened. Her fingers that had been fumbling behind her neck suddenly released her dress that then simply slid down her body. Getting caught momentarily on her nipples that she overcame with a shrug of her body she was suddenly standing before me in just a pair of high heeled shoes and a pair of long, black, self-support stockings. Her body was so slim and had hardly any curves, the only really womanly thing about her being her large, very dark areola and nipples, they looked just like two acorns jutting out from as small a pair of breasts as it was probably possible to have. But despite that she simply oozed sex. She exuded an earthiness that I had never encountered before and she accompanied that with such a dominating demeanour that I felt totally under her control; I felt I was falling under her spell, was she a witch I wondered? And then I saw that she was shaved. I had never seen a woman that was bald in that area and was surprised really at how visible and how violently deep pink, almost scarlet were the lips of her vagina. Did it thrill me? Did the sight of her sex excite me? No not the vision but certainly the symbolic intimacy and the fact that she had clearly done that in a calculated way, presumably, to pleasure herself and her lovers, most certainly did. She sat on the edge of the bed and looking at me with that slightly superior smile she said. "Now Cat I want you to take your clothes off for me and do that nice and slowly." In any other circumstances I would probably have resisted doing that, even though the last time it had been said by Emma I readily agreed, I recalled. This time it was not to flaunt myself to my husband's camera or my bi-sexual lover it was to bare myself for what was surely going to be a lesbian lover. That, if anything, made it even more exciting. But it was not just the sexual excitement that made me stand up and obediently pull the top up my chest, it was the spell she was casting over me. I felt so under her control, so directed by her, so, I suppose, dominated by her. Leaning back her arms behind her supporting her, one knee crossed over the other she appeared to be so relaxed and assured. She must have known the effect she had on women like me and she played that to the full. Her eyes roaming over me, a little superior sort of smile on her lips she just sat there saying things like: "Yes that's just right, very nice Cat;" or. "Mmmmm lovely breasts my dear," as I dropped the top to the floor and I reached behind me to unclip my bra. "Slow dear, slow," she whispered. "Take your time, we have plenty and there is so much of you for me to savour." I knew that she was using the words to excite and arouse me, to mesmerize and captivate me but I could do nothing about it. I was most certainly both mesmerized and captivated by her and the aura she had. As I, slowly, removed my pale cream, very thin bra trying to do it as I'd seen strippers in films so she continued with her torrent of the most erotic and hypnotizing words and phrases that I had ever heard. As I held the undone bra in front of my breasts for a moment or two and then slowly let it fall to the floor so I heard. "Oh yes my dear, breasts they are so full and firm, breasts that just ache for my touch, breasts that are so soft and just waiting for me." As I dropped my hands from my now naked breasts so words like. "Cat you have such beautiful nipples. They are so hard for me. They are just ready for me," poured all over me almost making me shudder with desire. She went on as I started to undo the short zip at the back of my skirt. "Yes Cat nipples that are just yearning for me to chew and suck and bite and kiss." As I started to ease the skirt down the incredible speech continued. "Yes nipples that I will chew on Cat until I have you screaming for more. You will do that Cat I promise. I will arouse your body so much that you will beg me for release. You will plead with me to make you cum." My hands were shaking so much at both the words and the sheer confidence this woman had that I could hardly fumble my skirt off but somehow I managed it and slowly let it fall down my legs. And still she kept talking. "Yes I will lick and kiss every part of you, every inch of your body, every mound and crevice. Nothing will escape my dear as I take you to heights of sexual joy you have never experienced." I couldn't escape the words and the more she said so the more mesmerising they became. The more captivated I became. Now in just my see-through panties she went on. "Yes I will adore your breasts, I will ravish your nipples, I will arouse your pussy, I will chew your clitoris and I will worship your arse. I will do that and more to you Cat until you beg me to release you, so that you can cum like you've never cum before." "No leave them on," she said rather sharply as I slid my hands into the waistband of the rather full, very silky panties that were currently very fashionable as skirts and trousers were worn so tight and they avoided a VPL. "Leave them on, for when I start to fuck you I want to see you in those gorgeous knickers and I want to take them off so I can stare at your cunt as they come away." Even her use of cruder language, that I don't usually like, did not have an adverse effect. In some ways it just made her hold over me stronger and I felt my body quivering as, firstly, she blatantly ran her hand over her breasts, then pinched both of her nipples and then touched herself between her legs that she uncrossed slowly a la Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. I watched in a trance-like stillness as Jane stood and walked towards me. She had that almost arrogant stride of a ballet dancer but she wasn't wearing those flat shoes, no hers were black patent high heeled stilettos. I assumed that she was going to take me in her arms and kiss me but no she walked behind me. And then I felt her slim body against my back and her hands reaching around me and cupping my breasts. She squeezed them and pinched my nipples quite fiercely as she ground herself against me. It was enjoyable yet slightly weird for I really felt that I wanted to be cuddled and coaxed into sex. But that was clearly not Jane's style. No she was doing exactly as she pleased, precisely what gave her pleasure and that seemed to be using me as her plaything. I was helpless held like that but cannot say I was not excited for I was, enormously. The feeling of her body against my back, her mound on my bottom and her hands on my breasts was so powerful and so different to what I'd experienced with Emma. With her it had been mutual with each of us finding our way in giving and receiving pleasure from another woman. Now though Jane was taking what she wanted from me and taking for granted that I would give that. She was, though, absolutely correct for the helplessness I felt imprisoned in her arms, the way that she was dominating me with no real consideration for my feelings and the exquisite excitement she was creating in me all combined to make me feel, at one point, as if I would faint. She pushed me towards the writing desk across the room and made me lean forward so that I had to support myself by holding onto the desk with my hands. I was half bent over at the waist. She took hold of me at the fleshy part of my hips her fingernails digging into the softness and then ground herself against the base of my spine. She started to simulate the movements a man would make were he shagging me from behind. She also slid her arm round me and her fingers found my clit so very quickly and easily. It felt as though she was actually fucking me. As though it was a man up me. But of course she wasn't even in me but the sensations I got from her bare, shaven crotch on my bum and her fingers rubbing my clit were so similar that I started grinding myself back against her. I didn't quite cum but I was very near. I wanted her to give and take more from me. I felt her stop and her body lay on mine her hands once more cradling my breasts. She was wrapped around me her small breasts pressing on my back the fronts of her nylon covered legs against the backs of my naked ones. One of them slid between mine and she pressed upwards forcing my legs apart, quite wide. I felt her slithering down me, her hands once more gripping, this time even more tightly, the womanly excess on my hips. She was kneeling behind me her face level with my bottom. She forced my legs even wider apart and I felt her tongue just above the low waist band of my panties as one of her hands ran up the inside of my widely opened thighs and pressed hard against the gusset that was now inevitably absolutely soaked. Her tongue and lips were now moving all over my panties biting, kissing and licking as they moved ever closer to the crease in my bottom. Almost, no actually totally, unceremoniously I felt her thrust the material to one side so that my two cheeks were stretched apart. And then her tongue was on me. There was little hesitation or foreplay with her. No she had decided that she was going to lick my arse and that is exactly what she did. It had been years since anyone had done that to me; Richard really wasn't into anal sex in any form. In some ways it struck me as something of a taboo place, but also one of curiosity, just like being bi really. Taboo it may have been but in the state of heightened arousal and the sheer control she had over me it was also a place of untapped sensation, thrills and excitement. Her tongue probed against the restraining muscle and may well have gone some way into me as her hand stroked and rubbed all round my lips and clitoris. I was totally gone and low moans, and deep sighs and grunts were coming from my mouth as an almighty explosion erupted inside me. My tits were squashed flat against the table and I gripped the side of it almost breaking my fingernails. My New World Deeper In I'm cumming from having my arse licked, one side of my mind told me as the other said just enjoy it. I felt my legs giving way and I sunk to my knees but Jane held onto me so I was on all fours with her bent over me, my bum in the air. I felt her grip my panties at the leg. She pulled on it hard making the silk and lace dig into me. Fuck she's going to rip my panties off I thought as the pressure increased. I felt and heard them starting to tear. She ripped them so that the waist stayed in place, but they fell open at the gusset. It seemed so wonderfully rude and wantonly abandoned to have my knickers torn from me so that my lesbian lover could more easily get her tongue up my cunt. It just served to thrill and excite me even more. She didn't take them off but left them hanging with my most womanly places on show. That made me feel abused, demeaned even, she was treating me exactly as she wanted with little or no concern for me and what I might want. Oddly that didn't upset me, it excited me. Shit I thought wondering just what was happening to me. And still she didn't stop. Laying slightly on one side on the floor of the room my head pressed against the leg of the table my legs wide open and the shreds of my panties still around my waist and one leg, she plunged her face between my legs. Again there was no preamble, no asking permission. No, everything was taken for granted. She assumed I would not demur and she was right. I couldn't had I wanted to for she had so inflamed my body and had taken such a strong control of my emotions that I was hers to do anything with that she wanted. I was in a sort of manic heaven. I didn't know what was happening to me both physically and emotionally or really just what she was doing to me. Kneeling over me, her mouth on my clitoris and vagina, her hands and fingers between my legs and all over my bum, I had the most extreme sensations roaring through me from so many sources. I realised though that a finger had slid into my anus but, as that was accompanied by two, three or even four in my vagina and her mouth on my clitoris the pain, if there was any, and the significance of me losing my anal, bi-sexual virginity were lost in the combination of all those other sensations. I knew now that I was different to many of my female friends. I knew that my sexuality was at best suspect. I knew that I was becoming at least as attracted to having sex with women as I was to men. But having said that I still enjoyed men. I still wanted them and the aspects of sex that only a man can provide; even as Jane did these wondrous things to me, I was so yearning to have a hard cock inside me! However, Jane had such an affect on me that at times I was convinced that I was lesbian. She had so consumed me that evening that over the next few days I could think of little else other than what she'd done to me and the feelings and sensations I'd experienced. Just where my new world was taking me, I didn't know. My New World Going Even Further I took the call on my mobile a week or so later. It was a Margaret calling from Jane Clement's office. I hadn't heard anything from Jane since she had left my bedroom in Spain in the early hours. We had had, what for me was, quite extreme sex for several hours and this call intrigued me. "Jane would like you to have dinner with her at her home tomorrow night at eight," she said adding. "She'll send a car to pick you up from wherever you would like to be collected. OK?" "Er no, actually," I stammered "It isn't." "And why is that?" The plummy voiced Margaret asked. My immediate reaction was to tell her to fuck off and mind her own business, but the fact that Jane wanted to see me again, both flattered and excited me. "I'll make my own way there," I told her feeling worried that my neighbours might see me being collected and that might get back to my husband, Richard. "Oh good, for I thought you were going to say you couldn't make it at all and I know that would have disappointed Jane. She gave me the address, which was in Hampstead, North London and a mobile number. "Call that if there are any problems and you can dress casually," snotty Margaret sneered down the phone. Jane's enormous assumptiveness and the casual way that she used her bloody secretary to make the date with me annoyed yet at the same time impressed me. I was wearing jeans and a white button up, cotton blouse. I was a little surprised when Jane opened the door dressed in a floor length, red silk dressing robe that had no buttons and simply a tie round the waist. She had her black hair brushed back so it was as good as flat to her skull and other than a touch of eyeliner she was wearing no make up. Her overall look was rather severe. She was as bright as a button, friendly, charming and gregarious, caring, polite and attentive all the way through the pre-dinner drinks and the lovely salad and pasta meal served by a Philipino girl who was very petite and pretty. Jane was so different to how she'd been in my room but so similar to how she had been at the previous dinner we'd shared. As we sipped brandy from big crystal snifters she asked if I'd enjoyed the last time and I nodded that I had. She took a big swig, put the glass down and then said quite firmly. "Good, I'm pleased because I want to have you again, tonight, now." The change in her was amazing and this authoritative manner sent a shudder through me. I didn't know whether it was due to fright, anticipation, excitement, guilt or pleasure? I didn't know but immediately she started that way I felt my will dissolving and my mind coming under her control. "I want you to go upstairs to the first bedroom on the right, get undressed and lay on your front in the middle of the bed," she said without batting an eyelid. I didn't move so she went on. "And I mean Cat, do it now." I felt powerless to refuse, not that I really wanted t. Meekly I got up and went up the stairs to the room she had prescribed. It wasn't a large room, but then this was incredibly expensive Hampstead, but it was beautifully furnished in Victorian style which, actually, I don't really like. The bed was covered in a deep crimson throw and was one of those old fashioned jobs with huge sturdy looking bed heads and footings. The walls were dark and there were a couple of chairs, a stand alone wardrobe and a dressing table all in a dark wood, mahogany I guessed. Out of her presence I couldn't hardly believe I was actually taking my clothes off and doing what she had ordered but when I heard footsteps on the stairs I hurriedly laid down on my front as she had told me. I was somewhat frightened of her and as I said earlier very much in awe of her as well. I had become captivated by Jane very quickly. Being with her and having sex with her was so different to that with Emma; with her we were equals, with Jane there could only ever be one leader and that was not me by a mile. The truth is that she captured me that night in Spain. Needless to say I had never been treated like that before. No one had behaved with me with that combination of worship over my physical being but an almost total disdain for my emotional needs. Nobody had so taken control of and so dominated me. I had never been treated with such disdain and in such a matter of fact way, almost to the point of being abused and degraded and used as a plaything. But in a way of which I had absolutely no comprehension that was the magnet, the attraction. She had uncovered something that had lain dormant in me all of my life, just as my burgeoning bi-sexuality had. I was certainly drawn to it as powerfully as an unlike pole is drawn to a like one and wondered if there was a connection between the two! I wasn't quite sure whether to undress completely or leave maybe my bra and panties or just my thong on. She had said undressed so I assumed she meant everything although when she had undressed me in Spain she had left my thong on. I went for the full Monty and laid on my front as she'd ordered. It really was a weird sensation to be laying there naked waiting for a woman to come and fuck me; I know that I was getting wet, that my nipples had inevitably hardened and that I was tingling all over. She was being a bitch, I thought as I lay there for what must have been ten minutes or so; it did, however, increase the anticipation and my expectations. I looked up as she came into the room carrying two glasses of wine. Handing one to me she sat on the bed the robe opening showing her legs almost all the way up; she didn't cover them up. Smiling after taking a sip of wine, she asked, how I was. She softly ran her fingers up and down my spine and over my shoulder muttering how beautiful I was and what a lovely body I had. "You've changed your hair colour," she said running her fingers softly through my shoulder length hair. "Yes, I have gone more auburn; actually the hairdresser called it autumn gold. "Mmmm it's nice, I prefer it to the ash blonde, but make sure you keep it long, I much prefer long hair on my lovers. She could not have been softer, more gentle or more caring and tender as she kissed the top of my head and, lifting my hair, my neck; I am such a sucker for that. She started caressing me. Slowly and so expertly she built up the desire and tension in me until I was literally panting and sighing. She was so different to last time, kissing, licking and gently stroking me making me feel wonderful, so desired and so feminine. She kissed my breasts and caressed me all over using her fingers and hands so adeptly on my pussy, bottom and nipples. Opening her robe she pressed her nipples on her as good as non existent breasts to my mouth making low growling noises as I sucked and chewed on them. Pushing me onto my back she knelt beside me as she continued stroking me softly and tenderly building me up further and further. Smiling and grinning at me encouragingly and tenderly I could hardly believe it was the same person as before. She leaned forward so that she could chew my nipples and slid her knee between my thighs pushing them open a little. Slowly as she orally loved my breasts she pushed her knee upwards until it pressed right against my pussy. It felt wonderful for my whole body was tingling with sexual expectancy; I closed my thighs round it and revelled in the sensations she was giving me. She pressed it harder and I felt myself pressing back. She kissed me and used her hands on my breasts pinching my nipples with just the right amount of pressure to fill me even more, if that was possible, with the need for sexual relief. Her knee pressed harder against me and I felt my thighs involuntarily squeezing it. I squeezed it harder and harder and she pushed more firmly. I squirmed against it and she began to fuck me with it. Or was it me fucking myself, or me fucking her leg. I didn't know and it didn't matter for I was getting exactly what I wanted and that was for this amazing woman to fuck me any way she wanted. I orgasmed very heavily and quite quickly, but then I usually do the first time in a session. I put my arms out for her to cuddle me but even as I was in the early intense, throes of that climax she got off the bed and walked out of the room. I could hardly believe it for the pangs of my orgasm were still bursting through my body and the woman who had caused that and with whom I wanted to share it had left me. I lay there my hands between my own legs finishing myself off my body racked with the sensations of the orgasm and with the deep sobs that I couldn't prevent. She just left me there for ages and I didn't know what to do. "Surely she's going to come back," I thought. But as time wore on I began to doubt it and started to get dressed. I wandered down the stairs and could see no one or hear anything so I let myself out and went home alone. I called a cab on my mobile to take me to Kings Cross station waited twenty minutes for a train and then got another cab the other end. Crawling into bed at nearly one I thought 'What a fucking terrible evening that had been.' * The crazy thing about Jane was the surprises she sprung on me. One moment loving and tender the next ruthless and uncaring. Most people would have thought after that demeaning experience with her that I would not have wanted anything more to do with her. I thought that at first, but about ten days later, prissy mouth Margaret called again and said that Jane wanted me to have dinner with her at Le Caprice, one of London's smartest restaurants. I was determined to say no, but like a little lamb I didn't and agreed that I would meet her there at nine the next evening. "It can be a rather formal restaurant," the stuck up bitch added. "Yes I know I have been many times," I retorted. Again Jane could not have been more wonderful or considerate company and she introduced me to several minor celebs in TV and films calling me her "special friend." I was a little embarrassed for they must have known she was lesbian and that by association I must be as well but I could do nothing about it and just enjoyed the glitzy evening in the company of the rather trendy group of people. In the chauffeur driven car she immediately and without saying anything to the driver put the interconnecting, darkened window up and taking me in her arms kissed me deeply and very passionately. Typically though she didn't seek my agreement just as she hadn't about me going back to her place. It was just all assumed. She knew that she had a power over me and she exploited that to the full by suddenly getting the bill, telling a waiter to call up the car and bundling me out of the restaurant and into the back of it. Her hands were everywhere and her tongue was probing down my throat. "Just look at them," she said nodding at the people standing on the pavement just a foot or two from us. "Wouldn't some of them pay big money to be able to see in here? Shame that it's all blacked out though so they won't be able to see your tits when I get them out will they?" I was shocked that she would even think of such a thing but again the control she now had over me together with the, what I had to admit was, exciting idea of not being seen but being in her arms, got to me. I was wearing a black knee length dress. It had a slightly flared skirt and a low top that had buttons from the neckline to the waist. As we kissed so her hands undid my top. She pulled it apart and after fondling them for a while lifted each of my full breasts from the black lace bra. It dug into the bottoms of each boob, making them sag a little. She sat me up straight in the middle of the large back seat and chewed my nipples. Jane was wearing a black suit with tight trousers and a top like those worn by Chinese people. It had a mandarin collar, was tight over her small breasts and was outside her trousers. "Put your hands behind your head and sit up straight," she ordered and I did causing my tits to stand out more and stop sagging. She licked and chewed them as she slowly rolled my skirt up until it was bunched around my waist. I sat there in my panties and self support stockings and with my boobs freed from my bra. I have to admit that when we stopped and people tried to look in I did get a surge of excitement at being like that so nearly in public. As we wound our way through the heavy traffic in Camden High Street so Jane continued kissing and fondling me. "Now play with those titties of yours," she said as her hand went between my legs and began rubbing my pussy and clit. It didn't take long, but then it never did when I was with her, for the pleasures of my orgasm to start and I climaxed just as we went slowly by a bus queue near the tube station. I sank backwards on the seat my hands squeezing my bare breasts as the lovely feelings rushed through me. I opened my eyes and looked out of the one-way window at the people on the pavement. The car slowed then stopped. I felt strangely excited having total strangers so close, but knowing they couldn't see me. But then bang, it all changed. It didn't hit me at first when two young guys stared straight at me and smiled. It was only when one of them pointed at me that realised the windows were not one way. I threw myself back onto the seat pulling my clothes around me as Jane laughed. I asked how she could do such a thing to me but she didn't reply and simply sat there staring out the window in silence ignoring me as if I was nothing. At her house she changed again and apologised profusely saying that it had just been a joke. She stood behind where I was seated and begged me to forgive her as she gently massaged my shoulders and ran her hands through my hair and massaged my scalp. "Come to bed with me Cat, let me make wonderful love to you," she cooed in my ear just before pushing the tip of her tongue into it. At the same time her hands found my breasts and squeezed them with just the right amount of pressure. As usual I was powerless to resist her and quickly we were both naked in her bed. She was so gentle and loving, kind and considerate as we kissed and caressed each other. She licked all over my body and gave me a lovely orgasm with her tongue on my clitoris. She brought wine to the bed and I lay in her arms recovering from my climax feeling warm and contented, wanted and loved by her. Inevitably it had to happen. It was a natural next step, the last bridge for me to cross with Jane. I wanted to give her an orgasm. I didn't know whether she would approve of me using my initiative and taking the lead. That worried me a little as I slowly slithered down her slim body. She tasted and smelt exactly like Emma. The feel, though was quite different, after all she was shaved. It was smoother, almost like licking silk I thought as I then mixed my metaphors by tipping her velvet! To hear her panting and moaning, to feel her body stiffen and her hands grab my hair. To listen to the grunts and animal like growls and to feel her bald cunt pressing back against my mouth were all amazing sensations. And to realise that it was me bringing about this change, me taking control, me leading her and providing her with so much pleasure and excitement thrilled me and made me cum as she climaxed on my face. We slept together for the entire night for the first time. During that and the next morning when we again made wonderfully, tender and absolutely satisfying love, she was so kind and comforting to me that I of course forgave her for the trick she'd played even going so far as to say that in retrospective I now found what she had caused me to do exciting. "Not," I smiled, "that I want to give a repeat performance." "But you would if I asked wouldn't you?" I looked at the hard look on her face but maintained my spirit and said, "No I wouldn't Jane and I hope that you would never ask me to." She flew into a rage at that and started screaming that I should want to do anything she asked of me. She went on and on of how ungrateful I was for she had taught me all I knew and that she'd given me so many untold pleasures and brought such excitement to my "pathetic middle class suburban married life." I began to cry and felt very frightened by this amazing mood swing but she simply ignored me and told me to "fuck off home, the tube station's just around the corner." I was determined to end it with her. I was very aware that I was into the lesbian scene with her to far too dominating a level and that I was in over my head. Since Spain with her I hadn't had sex with a man, Richard had been away a lot and I'd had a bout of flu and that was starting to worry me. Although I had been fairly relaxed at playing around with Emma starting with Jane, this was a far more intense experience and I felt that perhaps she was leading me down a path that was just one way with no return route. I didn't hear from her for a week or so and just as I thought that I was free of her a massive bouquet of red roses turned up at the house; she knew Richard was away. Later that day a courier arrived at my home with a large parcel for me and inside I found a pair of leather boots from Gucci, four matching Agent Provocateur bra and panty sets and two Perla waspies. Again just the letter M. Just as I was going to bed the phone rang. "I am so sorry Cat, so very, very sorry" Jane breathed down the phone. The combination of the lovely flowers, the presents and her contrite tone started to get to me and I felt my resolve weakening. "I want to make it up to you," she went on and then explained that she was going to her place in Marbella for a long weekend on Friday and would I go with her. At first I said that it was impossible. "What could I possibly say to Richard?" "He's away isn't he? "Yes, but what if he phones?" "Get one of those gizmo things that transfers calls to your mobile." "Hmmm, yes I could," I said my resistance waning. "Or you could tell him you're on another tennis course, I could send you an official timetable or something on LTA headed notepaper." "I said that I would think about it." She replied "I want you to think of something else too Cat." "What's that Jane?" "I want you to think of it right now?" "What?" "I want you to think of my tongue going round and round on your clit, as my fingers fuck your cunt and my teeth chew your nipple" she said huskily down the phone. "I am going to make you cum right now." It didn't take long. After she had me cum and said goodnight, I thought long and hard, well for at least ten minutes about whether I should go or not. I rang her mobile. "Hi babe, need some more of Jane's pampering?" "Not a bad idea," I laughed back. "I'm going to come." "Thought you just did." "No to Marbella.""Fantastic." On Friday afternoon was on a plane from Luton airport bound for Malaga. I got a taxi and gave him the address that Jane had emailed and about half an hour later I was being shown by her around her lovely house up on a hill just outside Marbella. She had travelled out earlier and had been by the pool when I arrived wearing just a bikini. Not even mentioning the previous incident she kissed me and immediately started to undress me. Again I became totally submissive to her assured and commanding nature and actions and gave myself to her on the couch in her living room. That evening we popped out to a really trendy restaurant, Sinatras, in Porto Banus and watched all the goings on around the quayside with men cruising past the fantastic boats in their array of Ferraris, Porsches and the like before going into clubs at around 10.00. She seemed to know lots of people and I was introduced to a variety of them ranging from young men and girls in their twenties up to couples in their sixties. They were very glamorous and interesting and, in a strange way, sexy I suppose. But then with my tits so much on display I guess they may have thought I was sexy too. My New World Going Even Further As at Caprice I felt a little odd for I assumed most of the people I was introduced to were aware that Jane was lesbian and that by association I must be too. But then I didn't know any of them, I didn't move in the circles they moved in so it would be unlikely any of them would tell anyone I knew. Actually I got a little buzz out of it. Jane pulled me onto the dance floor and we moved around to a couple of quite fast numbers before the DJ put on a smoochy slow one. I could hardly believe the way she totally unselfconsciously took me in her arms and danced with me in a manner that could convey nothing other than a sexual or, at least, very intimate relationship between us. I was embarrassed at first but when I saw several more couples dancing as closely as us I got over that and began to feel grateful to her that she wanted to show her friends how close she was to me. I put my arms around her neck and pressed my breasts and tummy against her and loved the feel of her hands stroking my hair and then the touch of her tongue in my ear. She squirmed herself against me and then kissed me full on the lips before running her hands up and down my body. Before leaving the house we had met on the patio for a drink served by her 'houseboy' as she called the Philipino who looked after the place. "You won't need that," she said. "What?" "The bra, I'm not wearing one, they are almost extinct in Banus." I looked more closely and saw that her black top was made of see through net and by looking closely I could see her boobs and nipples. She was wearing very, very tightly fitted thin voile white trousers under which it looked as if she was naked. "I can't go without one with my knockers Jane, they wobble all over the place." She smiled. "Come here." She was leaning against a low wall which ran along the length of the raised area outside the villa and above the pool which was at the bottom of the other side of the wall. I went and stood close to her. She out her arms round me and kissed me then slid her hands up the back of the yellow silk, tee shirt type top with oversized arm holes. She quickly undid it and wiggled it off me. "I said you don't need it and you don't," she said, casually throwing it over the wall into the pool. I felt naked without my bra. The top was loose and my breasts moved around a lot. I knew that the outline of my nipples would be clear and that the sides of each boob would be visible through the arm holes and the tops of them from the front. "Mmmmm, that looks lovely," she said cupping both of them and pushing them together. As we danced in the club I knew I was losing control, not of the situation for I'd never had that, but of myself, my mind and my body. I was so in awe of her again. Her confidence, the assured and assumptive way she acted with me and others, the way she treated me half like a princess and half like her slag and the way that she always seemed to be in control of everything around her. That created a combination of intimacy, almost a love for her and strong feelings of being abused, demeaned and degraded. She made it so obvious to others that I was hers, that I was her property, almost her slave. I part loved and part hated that. There were other things as well causing my loss of control: the loud music, the drinks and being so underdressed in public; the tender yet sexy intimacy between us, the people knowing I'm a les feeling and having men and women looking at my near bare breasts. It was as if I was watching a film, it didn't seem as if it was happening to me. As we danced so her hands cupped my bum and one slipped up my skirt and touched my bare cheeks. What the hell was I doing letting her do that? But then what the hell was I doing kissing her in public and letting her slip her had up my top to squeeze my bare tits? What I was doing I realised was capitulating totally to her control and direction. I was becoming her property to dominate, direct and control as she wished. We declined several invitations to go on somewhere and cuddled up like two teenagers in the back of the cab on the twenty minute drive to her house. After another glass of wine she took my hand and led me to the bedroom slipping her hand up my top and skirt on the way and stroking my tits, tummy and bottom as we walked up the marble stairs. Half way up we stopped and kissed deeply my clothes coming off and dropping to the floor as we did. At the top of the landing she stood behind me, slid my thong off and threw it over the banisters and onto the floor of the entrance hall below. I undid the zip at the back of her top and we struggled that off. She pushed her tight, thin trousers down, which together with my clothes and her top were left lying on the floor. I gasped when I saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear at all. We kissed and caressed each other on the landing as her hand went between my legs from behind; I opened for her. At last we got to her huge airy bedroom. I slid onto the bed saying. "Come on Jane make love to me please." And she did. Wonderfully, considerately and completely. And I returned all she did to me with pleasure and affection. Later we went outside and swam nude in the pool and dried each other on big fluffy towels stopping to kiss and touch frequently. Back in the house she made some tea and we drank that and more wine. Jane slipped on a long, floor-length, flowing silk robe and I put on a tee shirt, beach dress that fitted me quite tightly. I saw that it was past three but I didn't feel tired and just wanted this wonderful evening to go on and on. We sat outside and kissed and caressed, drank wine and she smoked a small cigar holding it for me to have several puffs; they made me cough. She sat in the corner of a large pool sofa and I laid on it my head on her lap her fingers stroking my hair. It was as romantic a scene as I had ever been in with either a man or a woman and I loved it. My feelings towards her were now far more than just sexual. That concerned me for I was worried just where that might lead. Her hands started roaming over my body and slowly she pulled the hem of the dress up me until it was bunched around my shoulders above my breasts. It felt so abandoned and wonderful lying there with her in the open air as good as naked and, I knew about to be made love to. "Just one minute darling," Jane whispered as she got up." "I shall only be a moment or two," she went on leaning over, kissing me and taking hold of both of my wrists. With a smile she said, "and until I get back you can entertain yourself can't you?" pressing my hands right onto my breasts. I smiled as she walked away so pleased that she was being nice to me. I heard her call out a couple of minutes later and saw her on the balcony of the bedroom. "Come on Cat, it's time for us to make love," she said. I almost ran into the house dropping the tees shirt dress on the floor with the other clothes we'd discarded earlier. Naked I went into the bedroom and saw her standing there still in the silk robe. I went up to her to kiss her but she pushed me off, gently I was pleased to note. "No lie on the bed," she ordered the tone of authority and command once more back in her voice. I did as she asked and lay right in the middle of it. "Now Cat get hold of those gorgeous titties, " she said sitting on the edge of the bed and letting the robe fall apart at the top, as she started to stroke her small boobs. We looked deeply into each others eyes as we both played with our own breasts in silence. It was a very moving and highly sexual moment as the feelings got to us and our movements became more energetic. "Oh yes Cat, yes," she breathed as she saw me pinch my nipples and pull on them. I wasn't quite sure where this was leading, but the sensations of starting to masturbate together were getting to me and I couldn't really have cared. "Lie on your front" she said very huskily "and put your hands between your legs." I happily complied for at that time that was my favourite position for masturbating. I felt rather than saw her join me on the bed and knew that she was to my left the way my face was looking. Her fingers trailed across my bottom sending even more shivers through me particularly as it reminded me of that first time in Spain when she'd mad me cum by licking my bumhole. "Are you nearly there Cat? She asked her finger sliding deliciously along the crease of my bottom. "Mmmm," I replied my eyes closed. I felt her finger pressing on my anus and I wiggled my bottom a little with the pleasure I felt. She held it there and then said, quite firmly. "Open your eyes and look at me now." I did and I nearly jumped out of my skin with surprise. She was kneeling beside me the robe now off. Around her waist there was a black, leather strap and held onto her by that a dildo. "She's wearing a strap on dildo," I thought not that I'd ever seen one before. I panicked a little but the finger pressing on the hole of my bottom and her voice that said. "Stay exactly where you are," stopped me from moving. "Now Cat I really am going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," she said sternly. Looking at the size of the huge, black penis substitute I really was worried. Worried about whether I would be able to accommodate that but also about what seemed a rather deviant idea to me. So far I had been able to reconcile most everything I had done with other women as just fun, a little bi or simply experimenting. But to have a woman fuck me with a strap on dildo really did strike me as blatant lesbianism. "No Jane, no please," I begged, "I'm too small and it will hurt me." She totally ignored my plea and instead merely pressed harder on my anus with her finger. She pulled me up onto all fours and turned me so that by looking to one side I could see our refection in the mirror. "I want you to watch as I fuck you Cat. I want you to see yourself being fucked like a lesbian by a lesbian," she went on half scaring the life out of me half exciting me. "I am going to do just as I want with you for you are my toy aren't you?" I didn't reply. "Aren't you?" she snarled again taking hold of my hips. "Say it Cat you're my toything aren't you?" I caught her eye in the mirror and I could not help myself whimpering. "Yes Jane I am." And right at that moment I believed that I very well might be precisely that. It was, however, an amazing sight in the mirror. Me naked, my head resting on my arms my bottom stuck in the air with my legs partly opened. Jane kneeling behind me also naked with the monster sized dildo sticking up from her slim waist and tummy. As it passed through my lips it felt very similar to a man's penis but as it went further and further up me so the rather unyielding hard plastic made it quite a different sensation. And as she kept pushing and pushing so it felt that I would split. I knew that my lips must have been stretched as far as they could be, but looking in the mirror I could see that probably no more than half the length of it was up me. "No Jane," I whined. "No please it is too big for me." Totally ignoring me she continued pushing and pushing until nearly all of it was inside me. Once there she didn't move at all for a while and this enabled me to become adjusted to the intrusion of this massive instrument inside me. And I have to say that the feeling of being so full was not totally unpleasant, but that of the almost tearing feeling around my lips was. The actual fuck was overall terrible. I couldn't relax and the tenseness in me made every thrust and movement rather a strain. The feeling of being so full did not compensate for feeling as though she would tear me and the result was that for the first time with a woman I had to half feign my orgasm. I knew that had I not done that she would have gone mad so I gave her what she wanted. My "affair" continued with Jane after our return from Marbella but not for long. That would have been impossible if I wanted to remain sane and have the pretence of a normal married life, and that I did want. That I was sort of captivated by her was obvious. When with her I was half afraid and half in awe of her. My feelings gravitated from enormous affection, particularly when she was gentle and sensitive towards me, to almost hatred when she was bullying, overly demanding and unnecessarily controlling. She was able to raise the most incredible desires and wants in me and she gave me so much intense sexual pleasures that I could almost lose my senses of being and normality when with her. Although I vowed when apart from her that I would not be her puppet when with her she only had to look at me with that haughty stare and dominating manner and I would find myself completely at her beck and call sexually. When she did that I lost any sense of sexual morality and, self esteem and was prepared to go with her on whatever erotic trip she decided. I just didn't seem able to stop myself. And of course all of this time I felt that I was sinking further and further into the world of real lesbianism although I did not feel that was really me. I still did not believe that I had crossed over but considered that I was truly bisexual for occasionally during this mad period I had some involvement with men mainly just flirting and Richard and I had sex occasionally. But the one thing that I learned from Jane and what hit home to me from my involvement with her was how affected I was with the dominant approach she had towards me. It was as if I needed her to control and direct me and I was worried at the ironic sort of pleasure and the odd thrills I received when she abused and degraded me. That I wasn't happy about. It was a side of me I didn't know existed and one that did give me concern for I wasn't at all sure how far I would be happy in letting her, or someone else take me down that path. In the couple or three weeks between Marbella and the end of it I saw her several times. Again her approach varied from being loving and considerate, although all the time she was totally in control, and being uncaring and downright horrible. Snotty Jean, as I had come to term, her phoned one Thursday and said that Jane was giving a small dinner party the next evening and wanted me there. I was to be at her house at eight for eight thirty and was to dress "elegantly tartish," as that was theme of the party. I could almost hear the old cow thinking, "and that shouldn't be hard for you should it?" I asked how many guests were going to be there but Jean refused to tell me. So I arrived by cab wearing a tight red PVC skirt and a very low cut black top. I wore black fishnets and a suspender belt and quite high heeled shoes. With more make up on than normal and with my hair half up and half down so that ringlets fell down by my ears I felt that I had gained the requested look. I was a little surprised to see that there were just two other women there for I'd assumed that it would be a larger party. Jane introduced me to Benni, a coloured girl who was built like an amazon. She must have been almost six feet tall and probably a body builder for the muscles on her arms and legs that I could see outside the ridiculously short, tight dress she was wearing were so very well-defined. Not unattractive she had Negroid features, straightened, shoulder length hair, beautifully glistening skin, an almost permanent smile and simply the roundest, shapely bum I had ever seen. Gretter, the other guest was older, around 40 I guessed, and slimmer; she was Norwegian, but spoke perfect English. Wearing a black leather jump suit that zipped up her middle from the crotch to her neck she had a rather hard looking face made more so by her thin lips and cold eyes. She had short cropped black hair and looked rather butch. In fact she was quite similar looking to Jane who was wearing a ridiculously short, denim micro skirt and a white blouse undone all the way down the front and tied round her middle. We had a few drinks and then Jane's houseman served a dinner. I didn't feel that comfortable with the conversation although Jane's possessive manner towards me and the way that she fairly, tenderly and quite frequently touched my arm and looked at me made me feel good and very wanted. I couldn't quite make out whether Gretter and Benni were an item or not but they clearly knew each and Jane quite well for there was lots of giggling at what I found incomprehensible in-jokes. Sitting in the small beautifully furnished sitting room after dinner with the lights dimmed sipping wine, I felt a little left out when they talked about other people they all knew and were sort of ignoring me. I suppose I drank a little too much, but then I assume we all did, for I was not quite sure I heard Jane right but I thought she said something like, "As we are all dressed as tarts why don't we act like them?" I looked up and she said to me. "Come on Cat why don't you start?" I asked what she meant and she said for me to strip off a little. I refused assuming it was some form of joke but the look on her face and the coldness in her voice when she said. "I did ask you to didn't I?" told me she wasn't joking. But I was still not prepared to do that and said no to her. "I'll ask you once more, my dear and think very carefully before answering," was her threatening reply. I felt so demeaned and insulted in front of the others, who looked on with a sort of amused contempt for me, that I almost started to cry but still said no. "Well girls," Jane smiled to others, "if she won't undress for us we'd better do it ourselves hadn't we?" And that is when my entire infatuation of her disappeared for the three of them did undress me and in effect raped me. It was the most ghastly experience of my life. To be held in the vice like grip of Benni as Gretter pulled my top up and Jane lifted my skirt up awful. To have Benni squeezing my breasts as Gretter lifted them out of my bra scared me and to have Jane tear my panties off as the other two pulled the rest of my clothes off was a terrifying experience. I was being held by Benni just dressed in my fishnets and high heeled shoes as Jane said. "Now come on Cat, relax and let's all enjoy this," as she undid the tied up tail of the shirt and let that fall open. Looking me right in the eye she slid out of the skirt. She wasn't wearing panties. So she stood before me in just the undone shirt so that whenever she moved her breasts were exposed. Benni was wearing a suspender belt and stockings under the overly tight dress, but nothing else. Gretter also undressed to a waspie and stockings and she began stroking and caressing me. The two of them held me as Benni slipped her tiny thong off. Despite the enormity of the situation I could hardly suppress a gasp of surprise at the sheer amazement of her heavily muscled body and at the definition she had. Benni went behind me and put her arms round me pulling me back against her; I felt her sizeable boobs pressing into my back and her mound against my bum. She held me tightly, her hands finding my breasts and squeezing them a little too tightly. Jane and Gretter were looking at me their arms round each others waists. Jane looked deeply into my eyes, smiled and turned her face towards the Norwegian. Cupping one of her small breasts she glanced at me before kissing Gretter fully on the lips; it was a quite obvious effort to make me feel jealous, it worked. "Let me go BennI" I asked. "Fuck off," she said roughly pinching and pulling my nipple. "Ow that hurt. "It was supposed to, you stupid bitch." That set the tone for the next hour or so for in effect, they gang raped me. They took me to the bedroom, the one where Jane had had me before and as they took turns in holding me they also took turns in sucking me everywhere. If it hadn't have been forced and hadn't had the strong undertones of cruelty and violence it may well have been amazing. To have woman kissing you as another sucks your tits and a third your clit, creates a tremendous amalgam of sensations, even when they are being forced on you. They changed round quite a lot. At one moment I would have Jane's mouth on my breasts, Gretter's on my pussy and Benni on my anus. Then it might be Benni's fingers up my pussy as Gretter sucked my clit and Jane my bum. I had fingers in there at the same time as other were in my pussy. My face was pulled against each of their breasts and nipples were pushed into my mouth and I was forced to suck. I know Gretter and Jane sat on my face pushing their soaked pussies down on my mouth and I think Benni did as well. My New World Going Even Further It seemed to go on and on and on. They hurt me with their pinching and they spanked my bottom a little with their hands. They sucked me hard all over my boobs, bum and thighs leaving fierce red marks, fortunately Richard was away otherwise he mat well have seen them. I was crying and moaning, I was scared, I was frightened and my whole body was shaking. I wanted to get away, but that was impossible. I begged them to stop, but they just laughed and redoubled their efforts. Now, as well as kissing and doing all the other things to me, they were also doing them to each other. In another situation that also would have been exciting, but in these forced circumstances I hated it. I also hated them, I hated Jane, I hated Benni and Gretter and I hated lesbians. Most of all I though I hated myself for as they all held me down and sucked my tits and shoved their finger in me they made me cum. And that was such a demeaning experience. Not surprisingly I have not seen Jane since that day. My New World – My First Affair Back to what I am, a lipstick Part 4 With Richard spending more and more time at his lawyer's firm in London, entertaining clients at top restaurants and clubs and travelling to the firm's offices and clients all over the fucking world, I had so much time on my hands. I started playing tennis more frequently, began a course of golf lessons and joined a group to learn how to play bridge. My affair with Jane Clements had ended. After my last time with her when she and two of her dykie friends had as good as raped me, I was off girly sex. Well that's not quite true for I still masturbated about being with my first bi lover Emma and some of the better times with Jane. I also fantasised about sex with women I knew and found attractive and such celebrities as Sharon Stone and particularly Kylie. So I wasn't off it, there just wasn't any available! At the tennis club I resurrected a number of old friendships including some girls I had known for years who had now split from their partners. That provided me with a quite busy social life. One of the 'old' friends I hooked up with again was Amanda or Mandy as she was mostly called. We had been doubles partners and had won a few county level competitions as well as being the club's ladies doubles champions three years in a row when we were in our mid twenties. When I married Richard I stopped playing much, whereas Amanda went onto become a fairly successful coach earning a good living giving lessons and continued playing 'veteran's' tennis. We played together occasionally, had a few drinks in the clubhouse and chatted at club do, as indeed I did with most of the 'single' women. I truly wasn't looking for a sex partner, simply a social life. I had no thoughts in my mind that anything could happen between one of the women in the club and me, it was all just too close to home, and in any case Richard came to may of the club social events I was at one of these when Richard was away, as usual, that I was dancing next to her in a circle of girls, yes very Essex and Herts I know, but there were no handbags or white stilettos! As the music changed we were together dancing and she took me in her arms for a jive. After, we sat at the bar and she asked how things were going at home. She knew both Peter, my son, and Charlotte, my daughter and was interested, but surprised when I told her both were at university. "Shit, it only seems yesterday that I was giving them lessons and the racquets were as big as them" she laughed. "Time flies Mands" I replied. "And Richard?" "He's fine, when I see him." "How do you mean?" I explained about the crazy hours he worked and the murderous one week in three away from home travel schedule. "Poor you, still you can spend more time at the club can't you?" We talked for ages as old friends, I thought, for I had never had any feeling that she had come onto me or had any interest in me as a sexual partner, although there had always been some 'talk' about her. We had all rather wondered about her when she played on one of the UK tennis circuits with their rumoured strong lesbian content. It had been resurrected when she and her husband parted leaving her with a daughter to bring up. Over the next few months, we played tennis together quite a lot, chatted at the club and saw each other at club events and parties. It was at one of these given by a club member when we chatted a lot and danced together not in any way sexual, but just like any two 'ordinary' women. I told her that I was getting quite pissed off with Richard being away and was lonely now the kids had left home. The vodka I'd drunk was making feel quite morose and she must have noticed that. Sitting in the garden away from the crowd, I was absolutely, as some say, gobsmacked when she looked right into my eyes and said almost expressionlessly. "Maybe Cat, it's time you and I had an affair." Totally shocked I replied rather inanely. "And why do you say that Amanda?" as I frantically tried to gather my thoughts. "Well I think we are both lost souls in this rather messy world and that we might be able to help each other." I didn't reply, but just sat there looking at her wondering what would come next. Although my heart was pounding, I wasn't that excited I realised or even surprised, insulted, worried or particularly concerned. I guess interest and intrigue together, in some ways with relief were the paramount emotions. It hit me then that I had gone through over twenty five years of my sexually active life without any bisexual feelings, involvement or adventures, yet in under two of my post forty years this was my third encounter. I couldn't put a reason on that. "Yes," she continued "I think we both don't know where we are going or what we are after and we are good mates aren't we so perhaps we should stick together?" I smiled and said. "Rather tortuous logic there Amanda for proposing that I should have an affair with you." "What is?" "Because we mates we should have sex." She again smiled and went on. "Maybe but don't tell me you haven't tried the "forbidden fruits" Cat for I'm sure you have." Rather foolishly I fell into the trap of asking. "How do you know that?" We both laughed at my faux pas and she said. "Well it's my business to know such things." To my relief she continued, "Of course I don't know who with and how much but I can tell Cat that you are not unknown to other women. Actually I saw Jane Clements a while ago and when she realised my club she asked if I knew you." "What else did she say?" I asked feeling guilty and hoping against hope that Jane hadn't' told Amanda what I had got up to with her. "Only that you'd done some coaching at one of her schools in Spain. We chatted on for a while but then we got asked to dance and we didn't have the chance to talk any more that evening. A few days later I was at the club and had dropped my car off for a service. Someone from the dealer had given me a lift to the club and had said that I should ring them later and they would bring it to the club. I played in the late morning had some lunch and then had a knock around in the afternoon. As I finished Amanda came up to me and said that we had to talk and could we go somewhere. I explained about the car and she said. "Let me run you there to pick it up we can talk on the way." In our tracksuits and tennis gear we started off just as the sun was going down. It was March and although it wasn't cold it was damp and drizzly as we drove along the country lanes and into the forest. Pulling into a car park cut into the forest, she said. "Best if we stop to chat Cat if that's ok?" There were a couple of other cars in the large car park both with very steamed up windows indicating what was probably going on in them. The light had pretty much now gone so when Amanda stopped the car in the furthest corner from the road and turned off the engine it was quite dark, the only light coming from the dash board. "You have been on my mind ever since Saturday," she blurted out adding, "I probably should not have said what I did." I said. "Don't worry Amanda, probably the booze." She leaned forward and turned to me as she replied. "No Cat it wasn't. I meant what I said, but maybe should not have expressed it." We talked along those lines for a while until she said. "And I shouldn't have said what I did about you and other girls, it was purely speculation." I nearly confirmed to her that I had been with others but something told me to keep that to myself and she whittered on for a while until she said. "But of course you know that I have don't you?" I told her that I had guessed that she had, and she went on. "And I can't help telling you Cat that for years I have wanted to go with you and that since Saturday I have hardly thought about anything else." That hit me hard. I didn't want that sort of pressure but, I must admit, I was flattered. I looked at her and said. "Oh Amanda don't" as I put my hand without thinking onto her arm. She said. "I can't help it Cat, I have never fancied a woman as I do you," her right arm going around my shoulder. "Oh Cat," she purred, "Will you think about it?" I said nothing and we sat there for what seemed an age but was probably not even a minute simply looking at each other. I didn't back off or do anything to deter her nor did I encourage her, but I knew what was coming next. All my womanly instincts screamed that she was going to kiss me and I knew that if I was to avoid that I would have to do something to change the mood. I could change the subject and thus get us out of the situation without any undue loss of face on her part or I could do nothing and accept the inevitable. I was strangely calm as I had been when undressing for Jane that first time in Spain when she came to my room and made such staggeringly exciting love to me. I simply sat there doing absolutely nothing. Possibly I wanted something to happen, maybe I knew that she wanted me and that caused my actions. It could have been that the latent desire that had been satisfied on just a few occasions in my life was now resurfacing. But then on the other hand as Amanda had said, we were mates, and I didn't think mates fucked each other, at least male and female mates don't, do they? Whatever the motivation I sat there as her hand touched my cheek and as her face moved closer to mine. She stopped just inches from me her breath warm on my cheeks and her lips slightly parted as if asking my permission to go on. I again made no movement to detract her and thus implicitly, I suppose, gave that permission. And then we were kissing. It was tremendous des ja vu as that vaguely familiar but almost forgotten softness of a woman's lips touched mine. But it just didn't seem right. I wasn't prepared or ready for it. And on top of that two women snogging in a public car park did strike me as slightly sordid. I moved my face and said. "No Amanda, no." She immediately pulled away apologising and saying how sorry she was. I felt sorry for her for I had certainly led on her on a little and I told her there was no need to be. We talked a little more and I explained how confused I was over my marriage, which was nearly sexless other than when Richard took photos of me in my underwear or naked. I tried to explain that it was not her I was rejecting nor a female but sex and involvement altogether. "Affairs I just so messy," I explained. She asked whether there was a chance that I would change my mind and try with her. I said. "Well there's always of that chance Amanda" adding that she would though have to give it time. I saw her several times at the club over the next couple of weeks and each time we talked about it sometimes very obliquely when others were around but at other times when alone rather more intensely. I suppose I was slowly coming round to an acceptance of the idea. I guess that the way she had gone about it and how things developed had created a mood of 'Why not, what do we have I to lose?' I wanted sex with a woman. I guess I wanted another affair. My experiences with Jane had scared me, but they had not put me off girly stuff; it was just that I preferred girlies, lipsticks or dolly dykes, not full on lesbians like Ms Clements. A week or so later we played a doubles match against a couple from another club in a county tournament one evening. We absolutely wiped the floor with them winning love and one finishing the match in just about half an hour. They were rather sheepish afterwards and as we had a cup of tea with them they apologised for not being our standard. We were the last people at the club and Len the steward came over and said that he was leaving and would Amanda lock up as she often did. The other team took this as the signal to go as well leaving Amanda and me alone in the club. "Let's raid the bar" she said laughing, "get pissed at the club's expense." We went into the small bar and I replied. "I don't know about getting pissed but I could murder a G and T." Although only late spring it was unseasonably warm and, as we hadn't hardly even perspired in the match, neither of us had put on our track-suits. She was wearing one of these Venus Williams bodies a little like an old fashioned swim suit but so tight that every curve was accentuated and I had on a short, pink, fairly straight, unpleated skirt and a lowish top with thin straps leaving my shoulders bare. We sat in the bar and drank in silence for a while. It was obvious to both of us that the topic we had been discussing for the past couple of weeks had to be raised and I was, I suppose, waiting for her to do so. "Have you thought any more about what I asked you?" she enquired. "Yes I have," I blurted back adding, truthfully, "I've thought of hardly anything else." "And have you reached a decision?" she asked from across the bar table. "Oh Amanda I don't know," I told her looking down and avoiding her gaze. It was all a little too matter of fact. Sex and attraction shouldn't be like negotiating a contract, I thought. We mumbled on with a range of what were probably inanities going over all the same ground as she, not overly pushily tried to persuade me. But I was still not ready. I still needed something else. Something more, an added inducement. What it was I didn't know? But I still did not feel able to say either yes or no to the rather clinical suggestion she had made now on several occasions of. "Perhaps it's time you and I had an affair Cat!" We finished our drinks and I turned down another. "Husband problems? She asked. "No" I replied. "He's away as usual." "Fancy a pizza then?" She said. "Seeing that you don't have to rush home?" "No I don't," I replied, "Ok then let's do that." We went into the changing rooms with me expecting that we would just put our track suits on and go. I opened my locker and had my back to her when I her heard her say. "No shower then Cat?" I called out without turning. "No I'll go like this I didn't even break sweat." I knew the place we were going was very casual and had often been there in a track suit so I knew it wouldn't matter. "Oh that's a shame," she called out with, obviously from her tone, a smile, "I was hoping we could have one together." "Not tonight love, sorry," I called back, adding with a laugh, "I'm going rough, sweaty and dirty" turning as I did so. She was standing there wrapped in a towel and we just looked at each other for a moment or two. She was holding the towel around her and above her small breasts. Her eyes took in the surprise on my face. We just stared at each for a while as her gaze seemed to smoulder at me. I didn't move, I probably couldn't and I certainly could not have spoken for suddenly the atmosphere was so heavily charged with sexual undertones. I felt an enormous pang as the fact that she and I were alone and she was just wrapped in the towel hit me. It got worse, or better dependant upon where you are coming from. As Amanda's eyes seemed to burn into mine I saw her hands move. It was as though things had gone into slow motion. Her fingers opened, they moved away, they let go of the towel. Then slowly, so slowly it seemed, the towel fluttered down her body gradually revealing her small heavily nippled breasts, her narrow waist, tight, so flat tummy and lithe, but fairly muscular legs. Down and down it went until she stood there naked with the towel in a bundle around her feet. At first I don't think she knew what to do and tried to cover up the rather blatant action. On the other hand, of course, I may have misinterpreted it for she said. "Well I think I will." But we remained where we were just looking at each other. She didn't move to go to the shower nor did she pick up the towel. I felt a tremendous surge of excitement and the sensations I'd had with Emma and Jane almost overwhelmed me as I looked at her. I realised then I wanted her. I wanted to have sex with her. And also I had some other feelings. I felt in control, in charge of the situation with no nerves and I felt my inhibitions start to slip away. This was not me. It was not the Cat I knew. Not the confused woman who had self-doubts over practically everything and especially her feelings for other women. This was not the woman who rarely takes the lead even with lovers she knows well, not the woman who had ever initiated anything whatsoever with another woman. It was surely someone else that so assuredly held the gaze of the naked woman just a few feet from her. That without a hint of embarrassment let her gaze roam up and down the naked body that had been offered to her. That with increasing interest and desire admired the firm, taught, slim body. The lithely, muscular arms and legs. The flat stomach and the small but perfectly formed and very heavily nippled breasts. There was no way that it was me that said. "Is that what you really want Amanda, to have a shower?" It couldn't have been me could it who said with a croaking voice. "Is that why you dropped the towel like that?" And it could not possibly have been the introverted, unsure and full of introspection at such times Cat Moor that closed the short distance between the slim tennis coach and the fuller figured other female still dressed in her tennis clothes. But it was me. I had done that and I had said those things. And the reaction from Amanda was amazing for she seemed so nervous as I stood close to her and held her hands saying. "The answer is yes Amanda; I will have an affair with you." We hugged each other and I said for her to come back to my house. "The fucking mausoleum is empty, as usual, he's in America, somewhere." "You mean Richard." "Yes, my absentee husband," I must admit that as we drove there in our own cars the nervousness returned, but overall I felt ok. Apprehensive and a little worried that these "unnatural" feelings had surfaced again but, at the same time, pleasingly excited at the prospect of what was about to happen. I got to the apartment first for Amanda was collecting the pizzas and had a quick tidy up and pondered on a shower but thought I would probably not have time. I was right for, before any further concerns could be raised in my mind, she was ringing the doorbell. We ate and drank, a little giggly like two schoolgirls, as we surprisingly easily discussed the "affair." "I'm not a lesbian," she said, "You know that don't you Mand?" I nodded my mouth full of pizza as she went on. "But over the years I've found that I can enjoy sex with the right sort of woman as much as I can with a man." Possibly slightly flirtatiously I asked with a smile. "And am I the right sort Amanda?" She replied, "Oh yes Cat, oh yes and you have been for such a long time. I adore your looks and figure, you can't imagine how difficult it's been when I've seen you in your tennis gear and when we've cuddled or kissed after a match. I wanted to make love to you right there on court so many times" As we talked I again felt those, relatively new to me, feelings of control returning. I hardly understood them at first, but I felt that I was becoming the leader. Her obvious desire for me and the degree to which she wanted me made me feel strong. They also made me feel enormously aroused and gave me a confidence that I was unused to. Smiling I said. "Well we're not on court now are we Amanda? We're alone in my home aren't we?" She hardly reacted but looked at me sort of imploringly and whispered a very quiet. "Yes Cat we are alone." Full of confidence now I stood up and took her hand. "Let's have that shower now shall we Amanda?" As we undressed ourselves in my bedroom we both just stared at what the other was revealing until everything had been exposed. There was tense silence as we again held hands and walked into the bathroom naked. My New World – My First Affair "Oh Cat," she said quietly, "you are so beautiful, your breasts are all I imagined they would be, they are marvellous." We stopped by the shower door waiting for the hot water to come through. Very close. The two naked bodies almost touching. I looked up and down her and felt yet another surge of sexual desire. "Amanda you have a beautiful body and you know it." I replied reaching out for her. We kissed; our bodies squashed together her smaller breasts fitting snugly into my larger mounds. We ground ourselves against the other as we slowly moved into the shower cubicle still kissing. The water poured over us making our skins glisten and smooth. She was lovely to the touch like that and we both cupped the others breasts. Although it had been getting on for a year since my last experience with Jane all those familiar feelings flooded back. The softness, the gentleness, the lack of urgency, the knowledge that we could go on for ages and the familiarity that only a woman can have about another. We soaped and washed each other with our attention, at first, being largely focused on the other's breasts. Naturally though as we further aroused the other so they were not enough stimulation and we ventured onto the others bottom, thighs, tummy and legs. Kissing almost continually and using all of our body against the other as well as moving our hands everywhere we took each other together and absolutely mutually towards a climax. I felt so much more part of this than I ever had before and with Amanda's approach being slightly submissive I suppose I sort of took the lead. And that was so different but also so incredibly exciting, I pushed her backwards against the wall and held her hands above her head thus tightening her already taught body and exposing everything to me. I kissed her mouth and then each of her breasts. Feeling very adventurous I pushed my breast against her face encouraging her mouth to circle my nipple, which she did eagerly and biting on it. We were both very near. Still holding her arms above her head I slithered closer until our nipples met and we kissed deeply again my leg going up right between her thighs. She clamped herself to it writhing her pussy against that long, firm muscle. This action was so enormously exciting for me. I don't know why but I felt it to be the most overtly sexual thing I had ever done, certainly with a woman, and it thrilled me so much as she began to pant and moan as her orgasm erupted. Her arm came away from mine and seemed to fly between my legs that I clamped tightly around her hand. And like that we climaxed so wonderfully powerfully together. We dried ourselves, put robes on and then dried each others hair. That's such a very intimate act between two women. Drying and brushing the hair of a woman to whom I had just made love was amazingly erotic and we both told the other about our feelings. Amanda has quite short, naturally blonde hair and that was dry quite quickly but of course mine took so much longer and I loved her doing it. Inevitably such a tender thing led us on and encouraged us. As she was brushing the back of my hair so her hands started straying onto my shoulders pushing the robe along them a little causing it to gape at the front. As she did I was soon sitting there with most of my breasts exposed. It was a strangely arousing sight. Sat in front of a mirror with Amanda behind me our eyes meeting by way of a reflection I could also look at myself and see most of my boobs including the edges of each of my nipples. How many times, I thought, have I sat here and looked at myself like this as part of my masturbation enjoyments. Her exertions at drying my long, thick hair had also made her robe open all the way down the front and I could look in the mirror and see it right down to just beneath her waist. It seemed so natural, so right. It was the perfect gesture to accompany the heavily charged atmosphere, the correct action to emphasis the sight of my nearly exposed breasts and my bareness under the thin robe. My eyes locked on hers in the mirror I slowly raised my hands until they touched each of my breasts outside the robe. Then smouldering at her with all the desire I could muster I slid my hands inside pushing the material completely off them. Cupping each orb in my hands I began to roll them together and to squeeze the tips of my nipples as we stared so intently at each other. Her hands slid down and joined mine on my breasts as we both looked on as if voyeurs in the mirror. Of course this led to more and soon she was bending over kissing my neck and pulling the robe away from me at the same time as which hers just seemed to disappear. We went to the bed and lay in the middle of it cuddled up kissing and stroking each other's nudity. This was wonderful. Not the urgency or the latent aggression so often associated with sex with a man. There wasn't the 'fear and worry' that I had always felt with Jane. We both knew that we had all night if needed. We were both aware that we could recover from sex in moments. We both knew that we could ride on the highest crest of the wave of orgasm for ages. And this conditioned our approach. No pushiness, no trying to force the pace. Just gentle, loving undemanding lovemaking that took the others needs into consideration to at least the level of their own. We did everything two girls can do together. We brought each other to a climax with our hands then more adventurously with our mouths. Lying on our sides we made the most perfect oral love. I lay on top of her and snuggled down between her legs so our mounds and clitorises rubbed together. And like that I fucked her just like a man fucks. She lay on my back and, grinding her mound against my bum, she simulated fucking me like that. We lay with legs open and intertwined so that the lips of our pussies met and were squelched together. I got my vibrator and we used that on each other. On our tits, our nipples, our clits and, of course, inside each other. It really was the most perfect girl on girl sex imaginable and, after she had gone I felt more female than I could have imagined. What we had done was not in any way lesbian. Had a man been available and had we both fancied him I have no doubt that we would have invited him to share us and we would avidly have used him. What Amanda and I did was not lesbianism but sheer, unadulterated sex and nothing more complicated than that. Amanda and I did have that affair. And it was just like any other affair or, I imagine, many at least. An initial period of intensity, phoning each other frequently and meeting for sex at every opportunity, which, surprisingly in some ways wasn't all that often what with both of us having children commitments and our differing work schedules. A middle time when the earlier, hugely strong, sexual attraction abates a little and then the slow, meandering, excuse laden period as we both mutually cooled it. Nothing acrimonious, no rows and no real end. Just a passing on. I still see her at the club and we're still friends though not lovers, she has a man in her life and I am very happy for her. Should the circumstances be appropriate between us at some time in the future I have little doubt that we would make love again but neither is likely to chase the other I feel. The affair, though, was something so different for me. It was, of course, unusual to think that I was having one with another woman. Yes I'd had the relationships with Emma and Jane, but they hadn't really involved going out. Alright Jane took me places, but that wasn't going out, it was her showing me off, flaunting her control over me and her dominating me. With Amanda it was different. She'd made that clear right from the outset. Right from those beguilingly captivating words, "I think it's time we had an affair Cat." So we had gone out together, gone on dates really. We went to lunch quite often and, occasionally, to dinner sometimes even with our children, when mine were home from uni; she knew both of them of course. We'd go to a pub or bar for drinks and of course we regularly met to play tennis. We attended club functions and were able to indulge our affection for each other a little by dancing together. That our feelings for each other were more than "just sexual" was the difference I guess between this and my other experiences. But I never really dwelled too long on that topic for that's where the real fear of being lesbian can play on one's mind. While what goes on between two women can be reconciled as being for sexual pleasure, then it's easier to remain relaxed about one's sexuality. However, if one, or both come to that, starts to have deeper feelings and should the word love be mentioned then it becomes a whole new ball game. Then questions do have to be asked. They're unavoidable. The problem is providing answers isn't it? So best to not ask the question and to try to quell the feelings I think. With my situation with Richard, my close family, the children and my social circle I couldn't even confront the questions yet alone envisage 'coming out.' I was a confirmed 'lipstick' not a lesbian. My New World; The Seduction So the lesbian feelings, the desire for other women, the bisexuality or whatever. Is it still there? Yes it is, but as they say, it comes and goes. Sometimes I will go weeks without thinking about it and at others it is in my mind constantly. Occasionally as I masturbate Emma, Jane or Amanda will be in my mind or a vision of being in bed with Kylie Minogue, Sharon Stone or kdLang will suddenly come from nowhere. I have been naughty about it as well. But then is it naughty? I'm alone so much of my time, my husband largely ignores my needs and I have the desires so what was wrong with me going to a lesbian pub in Soho? What was wrong with going into the club at the back? I'll tell you what was wrong they were all, well most, fucking ugly, very butch, hard core lesbians who scared the bloody life out of me. None of the sort of nice, feminine, lipstick lesbians that I had imagined. No, leather and denim everywhere, tattoos and piercings and short hair. Bloody horrible and clearly not my scene. What's wrong with lesbian chat rooms? Again I'll tell you. Most are men masquerading as women and the "are you horny?" or "what are you wearing" questions are posed within 5 mins as opposed to the 10 in the straighter rooms! Was it wrong for me to become a predator? Maybe, maybe not. Whatever, I certainly got it wrong the first time, for the youngish barmaid at the hotel turned me down flat when eventually, after considerable soul searching and two large vodkas, asked if she'd like a drink in my room when she finished. It was so 'unme.' I am not that forward and I needed the two large vodkas to pluck up the courage to try it on with the thin, but hugely sexy young Irish barmaid who I had thought had been coming onto me. She hadn't she was just being friendly I guess. I didn't get it wrong the second time I tried some nine months later. No that time I got it right but then it was less blatant. Richard and I had been talking for some time about buying a house in Tuscany, so I decided to take a four day break at a lovely hotel just outside Florence. I'd been before there with Richard some years before and it really was a delightful place. Stuck half way up a wooded mountainside it was so peaceful and rustic yet reasonably luxurious. The perfect place to relax, get some sun and good food but be by oneself. That can be difficult at many holiday hotels for I didn't want to be hit on by single, or married come to that, guys and I didn't like to stand out in the dining room as "the woman by herself." No I expected to have dinner in my room most nights and to spend the days by the pool or driving around viewing houses. As it happened almost as soon as I arrived I met another woman for we arrived at the airport on the same plane and shared the courtesy car sent by the hotel to collect us; I was having a rental car delivered to the hotel later that day. She was in her late twenties, fairly plain looking and quite tall and slim with a boyish figure showed off by her tight jeans and loose shirt. She had shortish, blonde hair worn in one of those stylish bobs similar to Denise Van Outen and wonderfully, dark green eyes that almost all the time looked sad and pensive. Her rather prominent nose and thin lips stopped her being classically 'good looking' but the slimness of her body and her great arse more than compensated for that. We chatted easily in the car with her telling me that she was staying for a week or so visiting vineyards and restaurants to gather material for a book that her publishing house was going to write on Tuscany. I thought at first that she was a writer but she wasn't she was a researcher. We both sat round the pool in the late afternoon just relaxing after the trip and getting some sun that had been sorely missing in England before we left. Karla was easy to talk to and we got on really well and I found myself telling her about my life and she told me how she had a boyfriend but that their relationship was at present a little rocky. "Well Karla that's not at all unusual, especially when you've been with someone as long as I have with Richard" I advised. We talked about her research work and my writing and just chatted away as the afternoon drifted into early evening. It seemed natural to dine together in the hotel that evening and when we met in the bar I have to admit that those "feelings" I sometimes get but usually contain well started welling up in me. Although not the most beautiful of faces she had a sort of haunting attractiveness and a very subtle sexiness. Not at all blatant but the way that she flicked the hair that fell over her forehead and her almost total disregard for the way that her short skirt ran up her long, very shapely, but slender legs began to get me. As of course did the fact that we were both alone in a hotel. We had a great meal, a nice bottle of Borolo and finished off with two Grappas each. I slept very well and drifted off to sleep with her face in my mind and my breast in my hand. I didn't see her until after lunch the next day when she appeared around the pool in a stunning white bikini. Although it wasn't that revealing it showed her slim figure off nicely and of course emphasised the length of her wonderful legs that were undoubtedly her best feature, although that's a matter of opinion and many would give her bum that accolade.. She told me that she was visiting a local restaurant that evening that was renowned for its regional cooking and that as it was on expenses why didn't I join her? I readily agreed and went off to get dressed for the visit to the as she put it "rather dressy ristorante." Again we had a superb meal sitting on a lovely table looking out through open doors onto a large lake with the mountains in the back ground. We exchanged more about her failing and my boring relationship both of us admitting that we didn't really know what we were going to do. Finishing the meal we caught a cab back to the hotel and fancying a night cap we went to the bar forgetting that in Italy hotel bars tend to close fairly early. "Oh shit," she said when we found that it was closed, "I could have murdered a few armagnacs or brandies." It seemed as though fate was intervening for just that morning I'd been shopping and had bought a bottle of cognac so that after the meals I'd imagined I'd have alone in my room I would have a little snifter, or two or three. I told her that and suggested that we have a drink in my room. This time that suggestion wasn't curtly declined. It really was the oddest and most erotic feeling to be showing a woman that I was aroused by into my bedroom. Probably the sort of feeling that men have when they are hunting their prey for that, I realised, was indeed, what I was hoping to do. There was a little seating area in one corner of the room. However, as it was still pleasantly warm I agreed with her suggestion to go outside onto the small balcony. We took the bottle and glasses and sat close together side by side on a wicker settee that had cushions on it. It was the only seating on the balcony so once more it appeared that something was coming to my assistance as I sat beside her, our hips touching and our outer legs now and then scraping against the other. We had two fairly quick drinks as we chatted with me telling her about my children and my work and her telling me about her social life that largely revolved around publishers' parties and a very active scene in Notting Hill Gate where she shared a flat with an aspiring actress. Karla had put her feet on the wicker table in front of us so that her long legs were out straight and that had caused her dress to climb well up her tanned thighs and she looked so desirable that I almost lost control of myself. But nothing happened. As much as I wanted to do something I just couldn't pluck up the courage to start anything, for the fear of rejection and the resultant embarrassment was so high; I sort of felt sorry for men having to make such advances. I felt silly really but somewhat relieved yet also frustrated as I said goodnight to her and watched her leave my room. Of course I quickly relieved the frustration. I saw her at breakfast the next day but then she had some meetings and I went off house viewing so we agreed to meet around four for a late afternoon swim and some sun. During my exploring I couldn't stop my mind often returning to Karla and the unusual and unexpected level of desire I felt for her. I knew that it was totally out of character for I had only once in my life really "fancied" another woman sufficiently for the idea of trying to seduce to become paramount in my mind and I couldn't really put my finger on what had prompted that. Maybe both of us being alone? Possibly a sort of understated, subtle hint of availability from her or could it be that my bisexual tendencies actually were becoming a lesbian desire? She was already at the pool when I arrived. I was wearing a black bikini with some white markings and she was wearing a nicely brief yellow bikini. Despite my resolve to put any ideas of doing anything with her out of my mind, immediately I saw her those strong feelings returned and I found myself instantly thinking of being with her sexually. She looked very serious as I sat beside her and right away told me that she'd just spoken to her boy friend and that he had told her it was over. She began to cry and I instinctively put my arm around her feeling something like a charge of electricity as my hand touched the skin of her shoulders. I cuddled her to me in an almost maternal way feeling a little guilty at my thoughts about her as she sobbed in my arms. We talked a little but not much as she explained the phone call and as I tried to comfort and reassure her. As I did that I found the warmth and closeness of her very arousing and I found myself quite unashamedly taking advantage of the situation by stroking her lovely blonde hair. "Anyway, Karla," I said. "Men just aren't worth it, they're all bastards." This made her smile a little and she replied. "Yes, I'm beginning to see that." We lapsed into silence and slowly and rather reluctantly I removed my arms from around her, but we still sat on the same lounger our legs touching. I took a chance. "I know what you need Karla," I said brightly and added as she looked at me those big dreamy eyes sending a shiver through me. "A bloody great Armagnac, come on." I took her hand and we marched off towards my room after firstly slipping our thin, voile wraps around us. In the room I felt very nervous both from the excitement of her presence and of course from the prospect that I might find the pluck to try to seduce her. I poured us fairly large Armagnac's and said. "Here's to us jilted women Karla." "You aren't jilted, you have Richard." "I am he prefers his work to me and believe me that is being jilted." We touched glasses still standing there as we sipped the strong liquid. Karla sat on the edge of my bed and I sat beside her as she once more ran over the background to the break-up. As she did she again became a little tearful and I took that opportunity to put my arm around her shoulders again. She was sobbing. Our legs were pressed together, the touch through the thin material being very stimulating. My arm was around her shoulders, her head was on my chest and I started to once more stroke her hair. We stayed like that as she sobbed. I murmured. "You'll feel better soon Karla." She whimpered a little and said, "You're so understanding and kind Cat." I pulled her a little closer and said. "Don't worry Karla, women like us can do without men, I do." She didn't respond but equally she didn't move away from me. I held her tighter and ran my fingers through her hair letting it slide down her slim neck. "In any case," I went on quietly, "you are beautiful and will soon find someone else." She replied softly. "Do you really think so Cat?" I told her that I did and what a wonderful figure she had and how lovely I thought her hair was as I continued stroking it. My heart was now pounding and my entire mind and body was inflamed with a desire for her. I found a boldness I didn't think that I had. I let my fingertips trail across her forehead and down onto her cheek as I said very softly. "Ever since I saw you at the airport Karla I have thought how beautiful you are, what a marvellous figure you have and how wonderful you look." I let that sink in for a moment before adding, "I find you quite irresistible." I couldn't think that she could fail to realise that this was a come on and I hoped for a positive response but none came. I pulled her slightly closer and then whispered. "Yes Karla totally and utterly irresistible," as I took her chin in my hand and turned her face up towards me. Those marvellous eyes looked deep into mine as I stared back at her. Plucking all the courage I could possibly muster I whispered. "May I kiss you Karla?" At first I thought I'd blown it. At first there was no response. Nothing, no reaction. Either, she was being very astute and keeping the ball well in my court or, she was considering the possible enormity of what I was suggesting. We continued looking into each others eyes and thankfully she showed no signs of moving away or of pushing me off. I slowly moved my face towards hers and still she didn't move away. My heart leaped as I considered that this was a sign of agreement so I moved my face slowly towards hers. I gently placed my lips in a little kiss on her cheek loving the feel of her soft skin on my lips. She smelt and felt so lovely and my heart leaped when I realised that I might be near to making love to this exquisitely alluring creature. But I wasn't complacent. I knew that I hadn't yet fully persuaded her and that there was probably considerable conflict within her as I gently stroked her face and placed little kisses on her cheek. I let my fingertips run across her face softly touching her forehead, her hairline, eyebrows and her eyelids. I didn't rush things. That wouldn't have been appropriate. No Karla had to reach her own conclusion as to what would happen, albeit with my coaxing. "You smell wonderful Karla," I whispered as I planted a soft kiss on her forehead. She made a low sigh, almost a moan as she felt my lips on her cheek. "Oh Cat," she whimpered as I lifted her face so that I could look into her green eyes, repeating it as she looked into mine. This time as I moved my face towards hers my lips were directed towards hers and she was clearly aware of that. Turning my head a little when our lips were just a couple of inches apart I slightly opened mine and was thrilled to see that she did as well. It was a perfect kiss. So soft and gentle, loving and enquiring, tentative yet responsive. We sat like that for some time kissing. It was me leading the way of course but Karla certainly played her part. It was not the rough, demanding tongue down throat sort of kiss that men seem to prefer. No, I kissed her lightly, on her lips, her cheeks, her eyes and her chin. I sucked gently on her upper lip and ran the tip of my tongue round her mouth. With each new sensation Karla made little whimpering noises that were both so endearing and exciting. Slowly she became accustomed and, I hoped, receptive to what we were doing. "Oh Cat," she repeated; she seemed unable to say much else. She went to say something else but my fingertip on her lips stopped her. "Don't say anything Karla, don't," I murmured, knowing that she was going to start raising questions. "Just feel, don't speak just enjoy it." I kissed her again this time fully on her lips and her response was much more obvious and enthusiastic. Her lips were now moving under mine and were open so that my tongue could slip just inside her mouth and touch the tip of her tongue. As I did this so I pulled her closer and I felt no resistance whatsoever as my fuller breasts squashed absolutely, deliciously against her smaller, firmer chest. Holding and comforting her I let her get used to this more overtly sexual movement and I was thrilled that she showed no signs of withdrawing from what was such an obvious increase in the depth of intimacy between us. In my mind I thanked both Jane and Emma for the 'good education' they had given me! But I still wasn't sure that this would be anything more than a girly embrace and snog; the sort of situation I had read that a surprisingly large number of women get involved in with friends and acquaintances. I hadn't the experience to sum her up and to work out yet the level of acceptance she really had to my, what was clearly at the least, bisexual and, at the stronger level lesbian, advance. But I had to know, I had to try, I needed to test myself and her. I wanted to find out whether I could indeed "pull" a girl and take her on a journey of sexual awakening. As she sat snuggled up in my arms our mouths exchanging kisses I looked down and through her thin sundress I saw her small breast in the bikini. I knew that I would have to caress her. I knew that I would have to take that chance and seize the opportunity to push the boundaries out a little further. I was aware and scared that I would have to put myself in the position where she might reject me. It took some time as we continued kissing, but slowly I plucked up the courage and then equally slowly I moved my hand towards it. Several times I almost lost my nerve, but the way that she was returning my kisses and the apparently comfortable way that she was lying in my arms gave me the fortitude to carry on. I placed my hand on the small orb very softly, hardly touching it but enough so that I knew her body would tell her what I was doing. I wasn't too overt with it, no caressing or squeezing and no touching of her flesh, just the material of her bikini top. What I guess I was doing was making a gesture that she could either accept, hopefully, or could reject and not too much face would be lost. I suppose really I was putting the ball in her court. She could move her body so that her breast came away and then it could be put down as an accident or just a little over eagerness on my part. Or she could stay there in which case she was showing me the green light. It seemed an eternity that I waited with my palm and fingers just resting on that lovely little lump. My heart was beating with the combination of excitement, worry and anticipation. I was finding it hard to take a breath and my pulses were pounding as I sat there my lips on her neck my hand waiting for her reaction. And then I felt one. Hardly perceptible at first but gradually becoming so, my hand felt a slight increase in pressure. Initially I thought that it must be me, but it became apparent that her body was reacting in the way that mine does when my breasts are touched. She was pushing that sensitive part of her body back against the object that was providing that pleasure, my hand. She was not rejecting me. No, she was saying yes. By that little movement that probably only another woman would both notice and understand Karla was saying for me to go ahead, implying that she was ready for that and indeed wanted me to go further. I readily understood the signal for I had given it myself to both Emma and Jane when they had 'seduced' me. My heart leaped as I felt her return the pressure and the feeling of relief was enormous, but mostly the very thought that I was seducing another woman excited me. I pressed a little harder and slightly squeezed the, wonderfully soft but somehow youthfully firm at the same time, breast revelling in the return of the feelings I hadn't felt since I had last caressed Amanda. My confidence now high I started to caress her breast in a clearly stimulating and sexual way as our mouths ground together far more energetically and as our tongues now delved deep into the others mouth. As I did so she naturally I suppose squirmed against me with what seemed to be increasing sexual arousal. I cupped the whole orb in my hand and pressed against it sending a little shudder through her and a shiver of delight through me. I found the nipple under the thin material and noted its natural hardness as I pinched it fairly firmly causing a gasp to escape from her. Now bold with my approach I ran my fingernails and then the tips of my fingers across the little mound working upwards until they were traversing the skin just above the top of the bikini bra. My New World; The Seduction I pushed downwards easing my fingers inside the bra, taking that with me. My fingers slid right onto the wonderfully puckered, almost rubbery skin of her areola and nipple. I pinched it. This must have hit her hard for I felt her body jolt a little and heard a low moan slip from her lips. I pressed on easing the cup away from the breast and revealing its loveliness to my gaze and touch. It was a beautiful sight and a wonderful feeling as the very pale pink tipped breast seemed to beckon me and as my hand cupped it and caressed it in delicate strokes and increasingly avid squeezes and pinches. I could feel her body shuddering and shaking against me and little whimpers of pleasure slipping from her mouth as I did this and I held her even tighter, if that was possible. I slid the top of her thin beach dress away from her and looking right in her eyes I whispered "Is this ok Karla?" as I eased the other cup of her bra away from her breast. "Yes Cat, yes it is" she sighed back to me. "Have you done this before?" I rather inanely heard myself asking. "No, I have never been with a woman." Looking down at them I whispered. "You have such beautiful breasts Karla." I was quite surprised when she replied. "So do you Cat, so do you. I have always wanted larger ones like yours." That presented me with an opportunity to heighten the sexual tension between us. Without taking my eyes from hers for a moment I undid the knot on my wrap and let that fall away from me. Holding her gaze I reached behind me and with shaking fingers I unclipped my bra and removed it. Her eyes seemed to pop out of her head as I did that and as she stared at my now naked breasts. I leaned forward so I could reach round her and quickly without any objection from her I slid her bra off as well. Smiling I whispered. "We can now look at each others can't we Karla?" She continued looking at mine and could not have failed to notice my nipples hardening under her gaze. I cupped one of hers in one of my hands and then slowly I pressed my breast against it. As our nipples touched I felt a shock of additional excitement run through me and I knew that she would have had a similar sensation. "Is that nice Karla," I whispered rotating my larger nipple and areola against her paler, smaller one. I saw the pleasure in her eyes, the slight nod of her head and the sharp intake of breath as we both shared similar sensations; something that's impossible with a man! I took her hand and slowly moved it nearer and nearer to my breast waiting for any signs that she didn't want that. None came and then I had the delicious feeling as her soft fingers grazed across my boob. I manipulated her fingertips across the flesh of my breast and then onto my nipple. I then placed the palm of her hand under the fullness of the orb. Gently I pressed against it as her natural female instincts took over and she started, almost without thinking, to caress it. And like that sat on the edge of the bed still with our panties on we gave each other a wonderful climax. Kissing and caressing but touching no part of the other beneath the waist we slowly, yet persistently, aroused each other until we were both panting and sighing as those lovely feelings flooded through us. We stopped then. It was right and proper to do so for Karla needed to talk about it. Talk about what had happened and what it meant. Talk about this voyage into the "forbidden" land of bisexuality and lesbianism. She would need explanations and comfort especially if, as I hoped, we were to repeat what we had just done and go further down the path that maybe causing her some conflict. I called up room service for some tea and we both slipped our sundresses back on, but I was pleased to see that like me Karla didn't replace her bra. Pausing in our chat as the tea was delivered we covered the whole topic with me explaining and she quickly appreciating that what we had done did not mean either of us were turning lesbian but that we both had the good fortune to "swing both ways." Working in the fairly liberal world of publishing this was not that uncommon for her and she told me that she knew several women who were "like us" (her words exactly!). She even went on to say that she had been curious about it for some time and that had prompted a slight desire in her to try it. This was all wonderful news to my ears and I avidly encouraged her to tell me more about her feelings. Karla went on about it at some length saying how she was becoming increasingly disconcerted with men although from a sexual viewpoint she adored making love with them but nearly always she was left after that with a feeling of disappointment. This gave me the opportunity to ask what she felt after we had made the rather limited love we had and to this she said that despite her nerves she'd thought it was marvellous. It also enabled me to ask if she would like to repeat it and she said that she would. We agreed to stay in the hotel for dinner that evening and Karla went off to her room to get ready as I did alone in my room. The restaurant was quite dressy, as posh Italian ones tend to be, so I wore a fairly low but respectable 'little black number.' When Karla knocked on my door on her way past she looked absolutely magnificent in a simple white sheath that moulded itself tightly to every curve of her body. She looked totally ravishing and I told her that as we walked down the stairs. We were given a table away from other diners and we had what was a really romantic dinner. As the wine flowed we even flirted with each other our, very muted, conversation became more intimate. I eventually said. "So Karla am I going to be able to tempt you to my room after dinner?" She looked at me and said with a little smile. "Just try and keep me away!" We had just one Armagnac at the table before wandering upstairs and straight into my room where we had another. This time there was little or no hesitation on my part. Almost immediately I took her into my arms and kissed her. This time there was no pretence or hesitation. There was also no pretence of the kiss being anything other than sexual in intent and nature. I pulled her entire body against mine smothering her chest with my larger softer breasts, squashing my slighter rounder tummy against her flatness and letting my pubic mound squirm against hers. My tongue snaked into her mouth and my lips ground against hers. My hand ran over her back even venturing far enough down to touch the roundness of her bottom. She responded perfectly, her arms around my neck her body submitting to my advances her mouth eagerly receiving mine. I felt that we had gone past the hesitant stage, the enquiring and asking and finding out phases of lovemaking. We had both now committed ourselves to this, to each other and to having sex. We both knew that we were now going to fuck each other. I eased her backwards until the backs of her knees were against the bed signalling my intentions very clearly. There was wonderfully no resistance whatsoever as I helped her down onto the bed and as I laid beside her. Indeed as we did so she seemed to be kissing me even harder. I raised myself onto one elbow and quite confidently started to undo the buttons on the front of her dress glancing from her eyes to the lovely sight that was being revealed between the opened folds of her dress that I had now unbuttoned almost to her waist. I saw the lacy bra and the small mounds of her breasts leaping from them, her smooth upper chest and the tanned skin of her waist. Holding her gaze I raised my hand and caressed her small but beautifully formed breasts feeling a charge of want rush through me as I did. We struggled her out of her dress and I stood up and removed mine so that we were both in just our underwear; a white lacy bra and thong for her, black French knickers and a black lace bra on me. Considerately, I thought, I said. "You are sure about this aren't you Karla?" She smiled and said. "Yes Cat I am as sure about this as I have ever been about anything to do with sex." They were some of the most enticingly attractive words I'd ever heard and I couldn't stop, not that I wanted to, my arms reaching out and pulling her to me as my mouth closed over hers. I broke the kiss and sat up. She saw what I was about to so and she also sat up. Our eyes holding the others gaze and then dropping downwards we both removed our bras and dropped them on the floor. We lay side by side on the bed again and kissed for some time as our hands roamed over the others back, up and down their arms, around their waist, across their stomach and then, inevitably and wonderfully their breasts. I kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples into my mouth causing her to groan with pleasure and writhe her body against mine with excitement; she really was an enthusiastic and very 'visible' lover. Her face slid downwards and rested on my boobs. As she suckled at my breast like a child so I stroked her back and revelled in both the fact that she was responding so wonderfully and at the lovely feelings her mouth was causing on my body. We remained like that for some time both adjusting ourselves to the new bout of lovemaking. There was no hurry, we both knew that. There was not the urgency there so often is with men. We were both aware that we had all night. That our bodies could last as long as our minds had the will not like the male whose lust denies languid all-night lovemaking. Slowly Karla moved so that she now lay almost on top of me. The four rosy tips of our breasts merged together. Our stomachs met and merged together and our pubes touched and also merged together. Our legs became intertwined so that our bodies were almost as one. We cuddled each other and we rocked ourselves enjoying the intimacy of the position. I pulled her a little further onto me so that she was completely on top of me our pubic mounds now firmly pressed together. I opened my legs and she slid between them. Our mouths also merged together with a passion that until now had not existed with our kissing. Our natural female instincts then took over. Karla began rubbing her mons against mine and my legs opened further. Her hands grasped my breasts and mine cupped the smooth taught cheeks of her bottom. Our kissing took on more aggression and she began to slightly thrust herself up and down against me. It was so thrilling and exciting that this woman who I had seduced just a few hours ago was simulating fucking me. It became very obvious that we were going to cum together again. And we did. Wonderfully, strongly and so very satisfyingly. It was now near midnight but neither of us showed any interest in sleeping. We were both so alive with our discovery of each other that we could not let the night finish yet. No not for hours would this magically momentous night end. Again we lay in each others arms talking enthusiastically about the marvels of what we had experienced. But still we were both in our panties. Somehow it hadn't seemed appropriate yet to remove them. To women they are the last defence, the final barrier and their removal has a deep and significant meaning. At present we had not broached that and certainly had not breached it either. But now I wanted to. I wanted Karla to be naked for me and I wanted to bare and flaunt myself to her. I wanted no barriers at all between us. Now I wanted to make as full a love to her as I could. "Karla," I whispered brushing the lock of blonde hair away from where it had fallen over her eyes. She looked up at me her appealing eyes catching mine and we smiled the smile of lovers at each other. "Yes Cat," she breathed. I held her gaze as I ran my fingers down her spine until they were in the elastic of her panties. I said very softly "I want us to take these off each other Karla so that we are naked together." Our eyes didn't leave the others as she looked at me and slowly nodding her head muttered. "Yes Cat yes. Please let's do that." It really was a heavily charged and highly erotic moment. We lay there side by side our eyes switching from being locked on the others to roaming down their body. Almost simultaneously, we both slid our hands into our own panties and, after lifting our ourselves up a little, eased the delicate garments down our legs and off. My heart was pounding as I stared at the naked form beside me and as I watched her eyes devour my nude body. I wanted to flaunt my bareness at her and to possess her nudity. She had neatly trimmed her dark pubes presumably ensuring that she had safe bikini line. I saw her eyes open a little when she saw my narrow 'landing strip' of tawny hair that ended well above the start of my slit, which I knew would be glistening at her with my free flowing feminine juices. I touched my finger to the tip of one of her breasts and then slowly ran that down her body until it was touching her mound. I pressed a little and then let it slip further until it found that hooded place nestling at the front of the lips of her vagina. As I touched her clitoris my heart leaped with joy and anticipation when I felt her whole body shudder and heard a sharp, deep groan escape from her lips that were slightly parted. Staring deeply into her eyes, that were misty with the excitement and pleasure, I took her hand and slowly moved it until it was close to me then I pressed it right against my pubic mound. She showed no resistance whatsoever. Opening my thighs a little I slid her fingers right onto the soaking expanse of the lips of my vagina. I watched for any sign of apprehension in her eyes as she touched the most womanly of places, for the first time ever on another woman, but there was nothing other than pleasure and excitement. As I stroked around her clitoris so I pushed my crotch towards her invitingly, I hoped. And sure enough she accepted that invitation for her fingers slithered wonderfully around my lips before coming to rest right on my clitoris as well. Simply gazing deeply into each others eyes and occasionally touching the others face, eyes, hair or mouth we caressed the others naked pussy and clit. Then, as that got to both of us and we started moaning and writhing our bodies, more was needed. Looking deep into her half closed eyes, I smiled and then pushed two fingers into her warm wetness. Marvellously, she responded by doing the same to me. "Oh Karla" I sighed. "Yes Cat, yes" she groaned back as I plunged my straightened, now three fingers deeply in and out of her. "I'm fingering you." "And I am you Cat; I have my finger in you, up you." "Yes we are finger fucking each other aren't we?" "Yes Cat," she whispered kissing me. "We're finger fucking our cunts aren't we?" A Like me she seemed to enjoy and gain excitement from talking dirty and that added yet another dimensions to our sexplay. After that there really was no stopping us. The barriers had been broken and Karla's acceptance of lesbian lovemaking knew no bounds. She seemed to understand that what we had done so far was just the starter in the feast of lovemaking acts available to two women. She even began to take the lead a little. I was sitting up with my back against the headboard of the bed when she leaned across and cupped my breast and fondled it lovingly. Holding the flesh in her hand, her fingers squeezing it with just the right amount of pressure, I was thrilled to watch her head move closer and closer to it, her tongue between her parted lips as it neared its destination. My heart was pounding with anticipation and the joy of her willing participation as her tongue ran across my nipple that, if it were possible, became even harder. I groaned with pleasure as she started to suck that aching bud. I held her head in my hands my fingers running through her silky hair as like a child at a mother's teat she suckled on me. Sucking and gently chewing with the skill that only a woman can really possess she ran her fingers over my breasts and stomach making me feel wonderful, so female and so desired. She did this to both breasts her fingers flitting over my thighs and tummy as her mouth, tongue and lips did such delicious things to me above my waist. It got better though for as she orally fucked my breasts so she also finger fucked my cunt. She then gave me the fantastic pleasure of being made to cum by myself by a woman I had just seduced. After, I naturally did the same to her feasting my mouth on her small breasts and nipples and my finger on her clit and up her pussy. It was as equally wonderful to watch my young lover ion the throes of an orgasm I had produced for her. I laid her on her front and softly massaged her back. Starting under her hair on her neck I lovingly stroked and caressed her smooth skin moving slowly but inexorably downwards until I was massaging, well caressing really, the two symmetrical mounds of her tight bottom. I cupped them and squeezed them. I kneaded them and stroked the delicious, curved orbs. My fingers sliding into the crease between them, I pressed and stroked her there, loving the little grunts and sighs that slipped from her lips as my touch brought a particular surge of pleasure to her. I was thrilled to see her legs suggestively slipping open further. I could see the pink wetness of her sex invitingly on display and I stroked its velvet surface loving the way that with each touch further grunts and sighs came from her mouth and her body shuddered with the reaction. I laid between her spreaded legs my arms around her holding her breasts my crotch pressed against the base of her spine. As I started to move and grind myself against her bottom simulating the actions that many men had done on both of us I heard her gasp with such intensity and say. "Oh yes Cat, fuck me, please fuck me." And I did. I thrust myself against her, my mound sliding from the base of her spine through the crack in her bottom and onto the back of her lips and then back again. I did this time and time again as we both sighed and moaned at the wonderful feelings we were each gaining. Both in that marvellous state of being near to, but not quite at, climax she pushed me off and, pushing me onto my face she did the same to me until we both did go over the edge and climaxed together. This time though we didn't stop, we didn't rest, we didn't pause in our lovemaking. She showed absolutely no resistance as I knelt and bent my head towards her tummy indicating very clearly that it was time for us to move to the next level of lesbian lovemaking. The taste of her was marvellous, but that was overshadowed by her reaction as my tongue found her clitoris between the silky folds of her vagina. "Oh God, yes Cat, yes," she nearly screamed as her entire body bucked like a horse being broken in and as her hands gripped my hair that was tumbling all over her waist and tummy. She opened her legs and raised her knees making her glistening cunt as available to me as it could be. She started to cum almost immediately her bottom lifting off the bed as she pressed it harder and harder against my tongue. She was hurting my head with the way that she gripped and pulled my hair but the pain was meaningless compared to the pleasure we were both gaining from me orally fucking her. Her climax just went on and on or maybe she had a series of them. Neither of us knew or cared so deeply were into this. How long I sucked and licked her I have no idea. All I do know is that we both went on such a wonderful journey of sexual pleasure that we finally shuddered to a conclusion in each others arms my mouth, still covered in her juices, firmly grinding against hers. It didn't, of course, stop there. It couldn't, it wouldn't have been right for us to finish like that for we both now wanted to go further. I wanted more from her and she wanted to give me that. With no encouragement at all from me, for I realised only too well what a commitment it is for a woman to make oral love to another, her head slithered down my body. It went over my chest, waist and stomach and through my 'landing strip', past my mound until it was nestled between my thighs that I gratefully and so welcomingly parted for her. It was one of the most gorgeous feelings I'd ever experienced from sex when Karla's tongue found my clits and stimulated that so sensitive part of my body. Yes Emma, Jane, Sherry and Amanda had been there before and I think Gretter and Benni had forced their tongues in there, but somehow as I was the instigator of this, it felt different, more meaningful and intense. My New World; The Seduction I pulled her so that I could return the favour at the same time and felt so elated when she straddled my face the sweetness of her vagina just inches from my face. And like that in the classic 69 position we made the fullest love that two women can without the aid of other instruments. Our lovemaking carried on throughout the night and we spent the best part of the next morning sleeping and cuddling and making further love. We slept with each other on each of the remaining nights I was there and had a tearful parting when I dropped her at the airport with both of us saying how we'd keep in touch back in the UK. We did phone and had several chats but, somehow, the idea of meeting up again never materialised. Deep down I guess we both took it for what it really was, a lesbian holiday romance.