1 comments/ 69170 views/ 4 favorites Xanthe Files XXX001 By: FlyontheWall99 Authors Note: This series of short stories are intended to be episodic and thus can be read alone. Any feedback, criticisms or improvements are always welcome. The author also invites reader suggestions about what they would like to see Xanthe do next. It had been an early morning start for Xanthe. She had a big case headed for court and her boss was riding her to get a satisfactory conclusion to the whole legal quagmire. As a junior in the firm she always dreamed of the day she could take charge of a major client’s case and be the star at the office when things worked out favorably. Now Xanthe regretted that wish, she had been working overtime every night, giving up her weekends and watching as her boss plucked other staff members from her team and left her undermanned and overworked. The morning had been long and tedious as she talked with clients and the opposing party’s legal representatives. Her only assistant had called in sick for the day, meaning Xanthe had to run her own errands and file her own paperwork. It seemed like the pile of paper on her desk was getting bigger and bigger. With all the stress and restlessness Xanthe found herself begging for some time off. Her boss in his infinite wisdom had denied the request, too many people had been taking time off recently and her work was too important to the firm. The one concession he did make was he would look into assigning someone new to her team to help her out. It was getting late in the afternoon when Xanthe heard a brisk knock on the flimsy veneer and glass door which separated her from the rest of the office. She looked up to see her visitor swing the door open and step into the room. It was her boss Mr. Phillips, a bald portly man who never seemed to speak at a normal tone, instead preferring to get excited and yell. Xanthe saw someone standing behind him. “Xanthe,” Mr. Phillips called in a stern voice, “I want you to meet Nicole. She will be helping you with the Anderson deal. I think you’ll find her most helpful.” Mr. Phillips turned and let Nicole step past him, and with a broad smile he stepped back out of the room. “Thanks daddy,” the slightly blushing Nicole replied as her father squeezed past her. Xanthe took a moment to comprehend what she had just heard. Nicole was the boss’s daughter. Rumors had been rife through the office that grumpy Mr. Phillips had a daughter and that she was about to begin work at the firm. “Hi I’m Xanthe, and I guess we’ll be working together fairly closely over the next couple of weeks.” Xanthe eyed Nicole as she stood patiently in her doorway. Nicole was tall, nearly six foot by Xanthe’s estimation, with a thin figure only partially masked by her business attire. She had shoulder length blonde hair worn up and pale skin, not unlike Xanthe’s. “If you want to put your things down in the corner and pull up a seat I can get you up to speed on what you’ll be doing for the next few days.” Xanthe ran through all the details that Nicole needed to know and gave her a few menial paper jobs to get her feet wet. It was reaching the end of the day and they were still going strong in the office. Xanthe sat back in her empty office and watched as the last of her colleagues that shared the floor with her headed for the elevator, waving goodbye. Nicole strolled back from the research department looking at the other dimly lit offices and stalls that surrounded Xanthe’s office. “Looks like we have the place to ourselves.” “This floor at least, it’s a big building so you can bet there are some other poor souls who are working late,” Xanthe replied in a sarcastic cutting tone. She was getting really tired of the long days and its affect on her ability to think straight. It was during one of her more lucid moments that she realized who she was talking to. “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to imply that you’re … or …” Nicole knew precisely what Xanthe was flustered about. She knew it would be a little difficult to make friends because of her father. He was an overbearing and demanding man who did force his employees to work ridiculously hard. All those things meant that her new colleagues would probably walk on egg shells around her, thinking she reported straight to him. “No, don’t worry about me. I know how much of an asshole my father can be,” Nicole said with a grin. “He does work people too hard around here, but you have nothing to fear from me.” Xanthe eyed her for a moment, she seemed very genuine and maybe the rumors about her weren’t true. Nicole was a very attractive young woman, a little gawky in conversation, she giggled nervously around Xanthe which annoyed the fiery red head to a degree. But it was her little imperfections, like her constant stumbling in conversations and her giggling fits which intrigued Xanthe. “So you’re not attached to your dad’s hip like everyone around the office has been saying.” Xanthe relaxed back into her soft executive chair. She gazed at Nicole’s pale complexion. She had a narrow face, high cheekbones and very straight distinguished nose. That was where Nicole’s contradictory character started; she looked very mature and sophisticated, yet had a nervous youthful personality which didn’t quite match her outward appearance. “No,” replied an amused Nicole, “is that what they are saying about me? That I’m the second coming of my father?” “Well not entirely,” laughed Xanthe with a wink of her eye, she led Nicole on. “So how about we get out of this stuffy office and go do something that requires a little less brain work?” “Sounds good, and I promise I won’t tell my dad you were slacking off.” Both girls laughed at the little joke as Xanthe gathered some papers that needed to be copied and filed downstairs. Both woman left the office and walked through the rows of stalls to get to the elevators. The entire floor was uninhabited, something Xanthe also found strangely exhilarating. Nicole hit the door button and within seconds the doors opened to present an empty elevator. As Nicole stepped in Xanthe gave her a full body assessment, from her elegant high heeled boots to her tight fitting, yet conservative business skirt and matching chocolate brown jacket, Nicole certainly knew how to dress to impress. She turned around and looked back at Xanthe who was caught momentarily appraising her figure. With a little chagrin Xanthe stepped into the mirrored elevator hoping Nicole hadn’t figured out what she was doing. A small text message ran across the LCD display at the controls, warning staff members that the elevators were undergoing routine service and would be operating slower than normal. “Passengers should not be alarmed,” read Nicole turning to smirk at Xanthe. Xanthe found the tall blonde very attractive, she was the total opposite to the shorter more petite Xanthe and it was something about that which led her mind astray. Maybe it was the gradual release of stress that the evening always brought, or her immense fatigue, but Xanthe’s mind wandered onto more intimate thoughts, and they involved the woman standing right beside her. The elevator felt like it was slowly inching its way down the shaft and Xanthe’s mind latched on to her knew mental stimulus. She looked around the elevator interior noticing Nicole’s thin figure from a number of different angles. She had a firm tight rear, only a small chest, but sleek toned legs which were magnified by the glove tight fit of her knee high boots. “So what do you like to get up to?” Xanthe asked trying to make conversation. “The regular things, work, going out, drinking, partying. Yourself?” came Nicole’s quick reply. “Much the same, but more of the work and less of the partying.” “Yeah, maybe we should hook up some time and hit the city clubs.” Nicole’s response was a little surprising to Xanthe. She was still trying to distinguish the young and sexy blonde woman from the boss’s daughter. “Are you in a relationship?” Xanthe glared at Nicole for a moment, she wasn’t one to hold back on the personal questions. “Me, no, I have my fun in other ways …” Nicole was a little taken aback, not quite sure what Xanthe was implying by the cryptic response. “Well I’m still looking for Mr. Right, but I don’t mind Mr. Right Now on occasion either.” Nicole’s cheeky grin and laugh was infectious and Xanthe cracked up. The elevator door opened suddenly causing both girls to quell their laughter and check the immediate vicinity for any other office staff. There was nobody else present as the two girls left the elevator and headed for the coffee room opposite. All the floor lights were still on, meaning that there was a good chance other people were still slaving away with overtime. Xanthe strolled into the coffee room and could see the last wisps of steam waft from the expresso machine. “Hey you want a coffee?” Xanthe asked making small talk. Nicole nodded her head and turned to look at a few magazines strewn across the table. Xanthe again caught a glimpse of Nicole’s finely tuned physique. She possessed a certain graceful pose for someone so young. Xanthe knew she was getting turned on by her new companion. “So when you said you had your fun in other ways, what did you mean?” the question was probing but Nicole added a barely perceptible smile to it. She tossed away another gossip magazine and leaned back onto the edge of the table. “Aren’t we into asking personal questions,” giggled Xanthe. She took a deep breath and gazed into Nicole’s eyes. “Well I like to have my fun in other more fleeting circumstances … and I’m not necessarily looking for Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now.” Nicole’s eyes widened as she looked directly back at Xanthe, Xanthe remained stoic. “You mean you’re not necessarily looking for a mister, you’re quite happy with a …” Xanthe winked and put on her best cheeky grin, letting her right leg slide up her left. “Yeah I’m quite happy going with other women. I suppose that might shock the boss’s daughter?” If Nicole was shocked she didn’t show it, Xanthe thought it might have been a quirk of her personality, but then a broad smile spread across Nicole’s face. She wasn’t surprised by the little revelation, in fact she seemed quite open to it. Nicole’s warm reception only stirred Xanthe’s sexual appetite a little more. She could feel herself getting damp as she slip her leg provocatively down her side letting it rest lightly on the floor. “What about you?” Xanthe insisted. Nicole didn’t blink she just smiled. “I’ve tried it once of twice when I was in college and I can say that it was pretty amazing.” Nicole and Xanthe remained locked in their intent stare, neither noticing that the coffee machine behind Xanthe was screeching to a halt, two steaming cups of coffee waiting to be collected. “Really, you’ve got my attention now. What happened?” Nicole’s gaze broke from Xanthe and looked beyond her at the coffee machine. “I think the coffee is done.” Xanthe turned and looked at the coffee, kicking herself inside, that she had asked such a bold and invasive question. She remembered back to her first lesbian experience, and being told that most women were open to the suggestion, it’s just that few were bold enough to follow through with it. Nicole stepped over to the machine and took the Styrofoam cup from Xanthe’s hand, their skin making the faintest of touches, but one which electrified Xanthe. Nicole appeared tentative as she looked out of the glass windows into the surrounding office space, both women sipping on their hot coffees and trying to find a way to break the silence. Nothing was becoming apparent to Xanthe. She knew that she was turned on by Nicole, and that the gorgeous blonde was a least amenable to her desires. But she had no idea how to approach the idea without scaring her away. “Well we better get over to the copier room,” suggested Xanthe as she plucked up the pile of documents she had brought with her. Nicole nodded along and finished the last of her drink throwing the cup into the garbage and letting the shorter Xanthe past her and out the door. Xanthe slowed up as she walked down the hall letting an apprehensive Nicole catch up to her and walk beside her. Both women turned into the open copying room, all the machines gently humming and the lights shining brightly. Xanthe put her papers down on the table next to a bank of photocopiers. Nicole slid over to the opposite side of the sparsely decorated room, standing next to an emaciated looking pot plant. Nicole remained reserved as Xanthe tried to elicit a response from her, cursing as she tried to pry apart a pair of sheets. Xanthe looked up at Nicole, frustrated with the papers in question. Nicole walked over and gently took the papers out Xanthe’s hands. Again Xanthe felt the warm soft skin of Nicole’s hand, noticing her well manicured nails and the hint of a sparkling gold bracelet adorning her wrist. “I … I’ll handle those for you,” said Nicole in a hushed tone. Xanthe watched her colleague quickly flick through the papers and then offer them back to her. That wasn’t what interested Xanthe. It was Nicole’s inviting eyes and her eased demeanor. A vision of her lips melding with Nicole’s flashed through Xanthe’s mind, a familiar tingling coming to her senses. Both women remained frozen in time, their surroundings silent and undisturbed. With a low seductive tone Xanthe’s pouted, “I’m sorry if I crossed the line before, I shouldn’t have been so presumptuous.” Xanthe knew at that very moment she could have said anything, it was obvious that Nicole was thinking the same thing, both women waiting for the other to make the first move. Nicole remained absolutely still, her eyes deep and ponderous, yet her features beckoned Xanthe to step forward. Xanthe gracefully stepped across the space that separated them, stopping inches away from Nicole who tilted her head down from her greater height. The shorter Xanthe arched her feet and elevated herself to Nicole’s luscious lips. It was nothing more than a short sharp peck on her lips, neither woman breaking eye contact just searching each other out. Xanthe felt the soft brush of Nicole’s cautious hand as it made contact with the cuff of her business jacket. Nicole’s hands were slightly trembling, yet her face remained totally impassive. A second more drawn out kiss caused each woman to carefully reach around each other, looking for the right embrace, but neither committing to a course of action. Xanthe could feel a warm glow spreading across her body, her nipples hardening and rubbing against the lace of her bra. She squeezed her thighs together in an effort to quell her desires. It was obvious Nicole could sense Xanthe’s excitement, her eyes darting down Xanthe’s body and noticing her attempts at self control. A wry smile etched its way across her face. Xanthe watched as Nicole did likewise and firmly squeezed her legs together, and it was with that display that Xanthe’s hand found Nicole’s tight ass. She gently cupped Nicole’s rear in one hand as her other darted up the small of her back, both women’s bodies pressing firmly against each other for the first time. A passionate kiss ensued as their tongues met, a long drawn out lip lock leading to their adventurous hands searching out each others contours. Nicole exhaled loudly as Xanthe’s warm lips slid down her neck and her warm breath blew under her collar and over her chest. Xanthe delicately nibbled on Nicole’s perfumed skin drawing a faint sigh and murmur. Her hands glided over Nicole’s business skirt, down its seams and over the slightest touch of skin. Xanthe’s fingers wrapped around the hem of Nicole’s skirt and inched it up slightly, her nails encountering the supple skin of Nicole’s thighs. Nicole responded by firmly grabbing the fabric on the back Xanthe’s business jacket, her fingers digging in like claws and causing Xanthe to stop momentarily. An unyielding gaze greeted Xanthe’s concerns. Nicole was getting into the mood. With Nicole’s soft tugging on her jacket Xanthe pulled Nicole’s skirt further up her silky legs. Xanthe led her lips down over the Nicole’s now open collar, kissing the base of her throat and breathing down her chest, again Nicole sighed. With a firm touch Xanthe’s hand pushed up over Nicole’s stomach and over her pert breasts, scrunching up her once immaculate business dress. “What are you doing?” posed Nicole as she looked down at Xanthe, her face buried inside Nicole’s jacket. Xanthe gave Nicole’s skirt a heave and pulled one side of the garment up over her hip exposing her crotch to the cool air of the copier room. Xanthe pulled her head away from her groping and looked into Nicole’s eyes. She gave her a brief but passionate kiss. “What do you think I’m doing?” Xanthe said it with a certain firmness which made her seem all the more seductive. Nicole watched as Xanthe sunk to her knees in front of her, reluctantly releasing her grip on Xanthe’s back. With another firm tug Xanthe had hitched Nicole’s chocolate brown skirt up over her hips, her covered mound sitting tantalizingly close to Xanthe’s sensuous lips. Nicole watched as Xanthe cheekily licked her lips in a slow and purposeful display. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “I think this is a very good idea,” was all Xanthe said in reply. “Besides, nobody is around.” Xanthe brought her right hand to her mouth and softly parted her lips with the tip of her index finger. She sucked on it gently, and then let her tongue roll out down her finger, coating it in a glaze of saliva. She followed the suggestive exhibition by licking the length of her middle finger and the tip of her thumb. The faint sucking noises were alluring to Nicole’s hungry desires. Nicole shivered as she felt Xanthe’s slick fingers dance across the inside of her thighs and then brush the edges of her thong. With a slight nip Xanthe had slid her underwear to the side, letting Nicole’s puffy folds fall free of their imprisonment. She took a deep breath as the offending fingers flicked over her wet pussy lips, teasing and pleasing her pent up sexual needs. Xanthe deftly rubbed the length of Nicole’s hot pussy while giving her a slight nudge to open her legs a little further. Xanthe could feel Nicole’s spongy flesh sit provocatively in the palm of her hand. “Give it to me,” purred Nicole. Keen not to disappoint Xanthe obliged by prying apart Nicole’s wetness and sliding both fingers deep into her. Nicole quivered as the fingers searched her out, before coming to rest. “Yeah just like that …” The tall blonde couldn’t manage much more as Xanthe planted a firm kiss on her lips and let their tongues intermingle. With a gradual motion Xanthe let her fingers pump in and out of Nicole’s pussy her thumb roughly tweaking Nicole’s clit bringing a whimper and cry of ecstasy. Xanthe’s thrashing reached a crescendo, Nicole settling down on her weak knees as Xanthe’s thrusting drove further and further into Nicole’s dripping pussy. With another brief yelp Nicole grasped Xanthe’s wrist and withdrew her fingers from her crotch, much to Xanthe’s chagrin. Nicole caught her breath, her heart beating rapidly as she looked at Xanthe kneeling before her. She could feel Xanthe’s fingertips lead up her thighs, crossing the flimsy strings which kept her tiny thong in place. Xanthe twirled her index fingers around each string and eased them down as she lifted herself off the floor and up against her body. Nicole shuddered as her damp thong fell limply around her knees and then dropped to her feet. “Move back here,” whispered Xanthe as she got to her feet, guiding Nicole by her hips back onto the photocopier. Nicole leaned back over the machine as Xanthe ran her fingers down the back of her thighs and gave her a nudge, Nicole’s rear creeping over the copier’s lid and resting on the edge of the machine. Xanthe Files XXX001 With minimal effort Nicole let her legs spread wide, draping them over the sides of the machine and leaving her pussy laid out for Xanthe’s attention. Xanthe nuzzled her nose and cheek against Nicole’s puffy labia prodding her tenderly and kissing the soft flesh of her thighs. With a sudden jerking motion Xanthe’s tongue broke Nicole’s slit and burrowed deep inside her. Nicole leaned back, a low longing moan pursing her lips as Xanthe’s tongue twirled erratically. Xanthe removed her tongue and greedily lapped at Nicole’s glistening skin offering the slightest amount of suction. “Oh yeah,” was all Nicole could manage as she alternated between deep moans and short sharp cries. Xanthe furiously worked Nicole’s clit with the tip of her thumb, mashing the hardened nub and flicking it back and forth. Nicole was getting wetter and wetter, and gushing sounds carried to Xanthe’s ears as she again probed Nicole. “How do you like that?” purred Xanthe pulling herself away from Nicole’s lap, her cheek and jaw line wet with Nicole’s juices. Nicole was panting frantically and offered a grunt in reply, her hand guiding the back of Xanthe’s head back into her lap. Xanthe eagerly returned to Nicole’s crotch. A series of shrill cries filled the room as Xanthe plunged her tongue in and out of Nicole’s now sloppy pussy. She kissed and nibbled gently on Nicole’s erect clit. Nicole’s grip tightened on Xanthe’s hair and Xanthe could feel Nicole push her pelvis into her face almost smothering her. Nicole mumbled incoherently as Xanthe lashed her sweet spot with generous helpings of tongue. She twisted and turned as Xanthe repeatedly slid up and down the length of her pussy. Xanthe could tell from Nicole’s cries and her shallow breathing that the boss’s daughter wasn’t far from climax. Xanthe eased her slick index finger in under her tongue and prodded Nicole’s erogenous zone, a sigh telling her she had hit the right spot. The slow tapping of her finger and the squirming of her tongue was too much for Nicole and she let out an almighty cry. “Ahhh, I’m cumming,” panted Nicole in a low voice. She immediately groaned as her body began to quiver, the violent orgasm surging through her limbs and a gush of warmth consuming her senses. Xanthe sat back on her haunches looking up at the precariously balanced Nicole. All Nicole could manage was a cheeky smile. Xanthe knew the feeling well, and knew that she needed a sexual release. Without saying a word Xanthe picked herself up off the floor and stood before Nicole, their eyes never breaking contact. Nicole remained unmoved. She had settled back onto the photocopier and eased her skirt back down over her exposed pussy. Xanthe fumbled with the buttons of her wrinkled shirt, letting them fall open and tugging it away from her waist. Nicole watched on, unsure of exactly what Xanthe was going to do next. With minimal effort Xanthe let her business jacket slide off her shoulders and disappear behind her, falling in a heap on the floor. “What … what are you doing?” Nicole asked, giggling nervously. Xanthe responded with an unflinching stare as she pulled her shirt open revealing her petite figure and black lace bra. The shirt joined the jacket on the floor as Xanthe grappled with the zipper to her skirt, within seconds it was loose and wrapped around her heeled shoes. She stepped elegantly out of the garment, wearing only her bra, matching thong and heels. Hang on … what if?” Xanthe brought her finger to her mouth and blew Nicole quiet. With a provocative wiggle of her hips the tiny black thong slid down her thighs and fell to her feet. Nicole looked down at Xanthe’s clean shaven mound, only the very top of her crease visible between her toned thighs. Xanthe took another effortless step forward and out of the discarded thong. Nicole’s lips parted, about to make another objection when Xanthe’s flicked the clasp of her bra open and let it slide off her shoulders and onto the floor. A trail of clothes left in her wake, Xanthe stood only inches away from Nicole, wearing nothing more than her heels. “We can’t do … there are still people in the build …” Nicole’s concerns were interrupted as Xanthe leant forward giving her a soft peck on the cheek. “I know, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have anymore fun,” she whispered into Nicole’s ears, she could see the fine hairs on the back of Nicole’s neck stand on end. Xanthe was tingling with anticipation. She could feel a solitary droplet of wetness slide from her pussy down her leg. Xanthe took hold of Nicole’s trembling wrists and delicately pulled her forward and off the photocopier onto her feet. She strained her neck to meet the taller blonde’s lips and gave her a passionate kiss, their tongues grappling with each other. Xanthe could feel Nicole’s hands dance over the ridges of her spine, across her kidneys and onto her firm buttocks. It was no surprise to Xanthe that Nicole was a little hesitant, they were in a very public place, and she held a special position within the firm which she did not want to jeopardize in such a compromising situation. Of course Xanthe cast those concerns aside, she wanted something, and she wanted it bad. “Now it’s your turn to return the favor,” Xanthe said with a glint in her eye. “We can’t … not in … we’ll get caught … you should get dress,” Nicole blurted out spasmodically. Xanthe didn’t respond to any of the jumbled remarks, just kept her focus on Nicole. Xanthe combed through her mind to find a quick solution to Nicole’s reservation, and it was so simple. Find a more secluded spot of the building, and Xanthe knew the perfect place. “Follow me,” Xanthe said with a firmness which commanded Nicole to follow orders. Xanthe reached down and quickly scooped up her clothes but made no attempt to put them back on, nor cover herself in any way. With a fleeting grip on Nicole’s hand she led the reluctant woman out of the copier room and down the hall, totally unconcerned with her personal situation. Both women ducked across from the coffee room, Nicole swearing she had seen someone’s shadow down the hall. Xanthe stopped at the elevator hitting the button with force and turning to look at the obviously distracted Nicole. She gripped her forcefully around the hips and waited for her to turn and respond. As Nicole turned to look at Xanthe she found a probing tongue part her lips, followed by a tight embrace. The elevator bell rung out and the door squeaked open. Nicole let out an audible gasp of relief that nobody was inside the elevator. Xanthe pulled her through the doors reaching behind her and mashing the floor buttons on no particular floor. The doors made the familiar sound of butting up against each other and the elevator began to slowly move upwards. Xanthe stepped back and leaned on the arm rest which ran around the elevator at waist height. She tossed her bundle of clothes to the opposite side of the small room before stepping back to Nicole, pretending to offer her a kiss but diverting at the last moment to hit the emergency stop button, thus killing the elevators momentum and leaving them stuck between floors. Xanthe swung Nicole by her wrists past her and up against the rear wall of the elevator. “Right, lose the clothes and lets get busy,” her voice an erotic mix of lust and mischief. Nicole was a little taken aback by Xanthe’s sudden forcefulness but knew that she was dead serious in her demeanor. Nicole began to slowly unbutton her blouse, fumbling a little. Xanthe had little patience and pounced on Nicole’s wavering hands, almost tearing her blouse open. Within moments Nicole’s jacket and blouse were on the ground and Xanthe was tugging her ruffled skirt free. Nicole had a very lean figure, tall and sinuous, with a healthy radiant aura. Xanthe breathed in her perfumed scent before pulling their bodies together and leading her back into the elevator wall. Nicole bent over and nibbled on Xanthe’s shoulder, Xanthe looking past her at the mirrored walls, glancing at Nicole’s body from every angle. “Now it’s your turn,” demanded Xanthe. She lowered her petite body down the mirrored wall sitting in the corner of the room, her legs spread out before her, and her ass just forward of the rest of her body. The wall was cool to touch as her shoulder blades pressed against it. Nicole got down on her knees in front of Xanthe’s adoring gaze. She crept forward on her elbows closer and closer, as if she was stalking the fiery red head that was trapped in the corner. She stopped and gazed at Xanthe’s subtle pink flesh, laid out and begging for attention. “That’s it, taste it,” urged Xanthe she ran her fingers through Nicole’s wavy blonde hair, cupping the back of her head and guiding her closer. Xanthe watched as Nicole’s long tongue ran out before her and inched ever closer, making the faintest of touches. Xanthe squirmed as Nicole’s wet tongue ran up the base of her pussy and across her shaven mound in one long flowing motion. “Go on eat it.” Xanthe knew Nicole was hot for it, and felt her lips softly clamp over her engorged folds and begin to rub them up and down, her tongue lashing at her slick flesh. She closed her eyes and felt a warm glow begin to consume her, the recalcitrant tongue of Nicole’s covering ever minute spot of her crease. “Eat me, eat me now,” commanded Xanthe. Nicole obliged sucking back on her labia and plunging her tongue into Xanthe’s love canal. Within moments Xanthe could feel herself being worked to a well deserved climax. Nicole’s fingers scoured their way over her pussy, coaxing and teasing Xanthe’s clit from it’s sheathe. Xanthe swore out loud as Nicole began to tap her erect clit and her tongue found Xanthe’s sweet spot. A feeling like lightning coursing through her body sent Xanthe into a spasm as Nicole worked her increasingly quickly. She moaned as two of Nicole’s long and slender fingers penetrated the base of her slit and roughly finger fucked her hole. “Oh shit, I’m going to cum!” screamed Xanthe pushing Nicole further into her lap and clamping her thighs around her ears. “Here it comes.” Nicole clearly wasn’t prepared for how big Xanthe’s orgasm was, as she pulled away a faint squirt hit her chin, she paused unaware of what to do. “Suck on me,” cried Xanthe. Nicole opened her mouth just as Xanthe’s dam burst and a steady gush of juices sprayed out of her and into Nicole’s mouth. Xanthe shook violently her muscles contracting and relaxing as she squeezed ever last bit of sexual energy out of herself. Xanthe took a deep breath and let go of her grip on Nicole. The tall blonde rolled clear of Xanthe and lay on her back both women totally spent from the furious session of lovemaking. “Oh my God!” cried a concerned Nicole, sitting up quickly and turning to face a limp Xanthe. “I left my thong in the copier room.” Xanthe tried to bite her tongue, but it was no good as she burst out in laughter, her jovial response infecting Nicole as both women shared the joke. Xanthe Files XXX002 Authors Note: This series of short stories are intended to be episodic and thus can be read alone. Any feedback, criticisms or improvements are always welcome. The author also invites reader suggestions about what they would like to see Xanthe do next. It had been another tiring day at the office for Xanthe. Endless paper trails crossed her desk and her ear was worn out from all the constant phone calls. She was looking forward to getting home having a drink and collapsing in her brand new Jacuzzi. She had left early that morning as a couple of big burly workmen carried their tool boxes and materials into her sixth floor city apartment. As she arrived home on the bus she noticed that the workmen’s van had already left, raising her expectations of a relaxing dip in her new toy. After a tedious ride in the elevator she fumbled with her keys and opening the door to her apartment, number nine. As the door swung open a strange scent greeted her, an unfamiliar perfume wafted to her nose mixed with the smell of a heavy industrial glue. Xanthe stepped in the door and quietly eased it shut behind her, the faint sound of music carrying to her ears. She placed her handbag and keys on the kitchen counter and flicked the switch which ignited her gas fire place. She turned and looked down the hallway towards her spare room where the Jacuzzi was being installed. The door was partially shut, a small crack of light breaking through. As Xanthe approached she could see a shadow move on the wall behind the door, someone was still hard at work. With a little trepidation Xanthe gently rasped on the door with her fist and gave it a nudge opening it slowly. The faint music was now a loud roar as a figure bent over the Jacuzzi making some final adjustments in the tub. The figure stood back away from the tub, noticing the open door and Xanthe standing at the door. Xanthe was shocked to see the figure’s long flowing blonde hair and feminine figure. “Hi there,” greeted the beautiful blonde woman. “I’m just making a few minor adjustments then it’s all yours.” Xanthe gazed on, still a little stunned that a woman was finishing off the work on her new Jacuzzi, after all she had only seen a couple of men come into her apartment. After regaining her wits Xanthe realized that she hadn’t introduced herself and stepped into the room careful not to disturb any of the tools lying around the floor near where the woman was working. “Hi I’m Xanthe,” met Xanthe in a warm and friendly voice. She couldn’t take her eyes of the gorgeous figure of the woman who again bent over to get into the tub. “This looks great,” Xanthe offered trying to stoke up a conversation and acknowledging the work done. “Yeah it’s turned out really well. I must admit I found the location a little different when I arrived,” replied the blonde with her head still buried in the tub. She turned to face Xanthe, “Oh I’m sorry, my name is Jacqui.” Xanthe smiled at Jacqui who again turned around to finish what she was doing. Xanthe stared at her gorgeous tight rear end pushing up against the little green shorts she wore as part of her work uniform. There was something alluring about this hot woman in her green shorts, button up short sleeved shirt and tan hiking boots. The light shimmered off her long smooth sexy legs again drawing Xanthe’s eyes to her cute ass. Xanthe could feel her thong bunch up under her skirt, a subtle tingling and dampness spreading through her sex. “So what did you find different about the location?” inquired Xanthe with an innocent tone. Jacqui stood up, obviously satisfied with what she had been fiddling with. She was taller than Xanthe by a long way, at least five foot ten compared to Xanthe’s five foot three. She turned and smiled at Xanthe as she wiped the dust off her hands on the sides of her tight little shorts. Again Xanthe couldn’t help but admire her hot body. “I’ve been working with the company for about three years now, and this is the first time I’ve ever had to finish a Jacuzzi in someone’s bedroom,” answered Jacqui. She crouched down and foraged for her scattered tools. “I was a little shocked when you first arrived, I sort of thought this had to be a guy’s apartment. Although the decorating is too tasteful for a man,” giggled Jacqui paying Xanthe a compliment which was graciously received. Jacqui was referring to the spare room that she found herself working in. In the corner next to the large window with its breathtaking view of the city at night sat the new Jacuzzi. At the other end of the room was a huge kidney shaped bed. A big home theatre rested against the wall and a few sunken wardrobes finished a very neat but modern room. For an outsider it looked like an amalgam of a bedroom, living room and bathroom, but to Xanthe it was known as her “room of sin.” “Well it’s a spare room I’ve put together with a few things in mind,” explained Xanthe watching Jacqui closely as she put away her tools and dusted herself off. The sight of Jacqui brushing her body made Xanthe feel moist; how she longed to touch her. “It serves as an entertainment room and a spare bedroom,” Xanthe said diplomatically. She didn’t want to scare Jacqui off by explaining the real purpose of the room. “It’s an interesting concept, I sort of thought this would be the kind of room a guy would put together to entertain … how do I say … lady friends,” Jacqui laughed as she stumbled over her own words. Xanthe smiled politely in response, Jacqui wasn’t far from the truth. “So is the Jacuzzi ready to go?” asked Xanthe trying to prolong Jacqui’s presence. She had no coherent plan on how to get intimate with the gorgeous blonde, all she knew was her inner desire was beginning to surface, making her a slave to her sexual needs. “Actually part of my job is to fill it up and demonstrate the functions to you before I leave, so if you’ve got something to do it will take a few minutes to get set up,” offered Jacqui. She threw the taps open and water began to pour into the deep tub. “There, it usually takes about a good ten minutes to fill up the first time.” Xanthe took Jacqui’s hint and quickly thought of how she could drag the blonde away from the Jacuzzi to continue her flirting. “You wouldn’t happen to be thirsty would you?” asked Xanthe nodding back towards the door in a gesture to get Jacqui to follow. Jacqui graciously accepted Xanthe’s offer and followed her back down the hall to the kitchen where they could still hear the water flowing. With a cursory glance in the fridge Xanthe grasped a bottle of champagne. She popped the cork and poured two tall glasses of the effervescent liquid. Jacqui looked a little strangely at the selected drink, Xanthe quickly explaining away that she had bought it to christen the new tub. Jacqui appeared to accept that excuse and took a sip from her glass. “Isn’t it a bit odd for a woman to be doing your kind of work?” questioned Xanthe trying to stir up a conversation and distract Jacqui from how much champagne she was drinking. Whilst Xanthe knew better than to get someone drunk so she could have her way with them, she did acknowledge that alcohol often lowered a person’s inhibitions. “Well I am the only woman at my company, but I like to think that my boss likes the little finishing touches that I perform. You’d never get a guy to do that,” replied Jacqui. She appeared to be a very happy go lucky type of person, very comfortable in other peoples company. “From what I’ve seen you do a very good job,” complimented Xanthe. “Another glass of champagne?” Before Jacqui could offer an answer Xanthe had topped her glass up and slid it back towards her. As a guest Jacqui felt obligated to accept although her chirpiness belied a little light headedness. “So what do you do?” Jacqui asked taking another reluctant sip from her glass. Xanthe stifled the urge to giggle like a school girl after a smutty thought crossed her mind. “I work in the city for a big company, pushing paper mainly, and chasing other people to get things done.” Jacqui nodded along as Xanthe told her details about her job. Xanthe could see the champagne was having some effect. She found it hard to peal her eyes away from the trim blonde, her sparkling green eyes and supple tanned skin, Jacqui was remarkably clean considering her job and the fine dust left lying around the tub. “I’d better go check that tub before it overflows,” interrupted Jacqui, placing her tall wine glass down and leaving the kitchen. With a devilish grin Xanthe topped up both glasses and followed Jacqui to her room of sin. Xanthe arrived to find Jacqui shutting off the taps and testing the water with her hand. She turned and noticed Xanthe who had now snuck up behind her, looking over her shoulder into the Jacuzzi. It was a three person model which fitted snuggly in the far corner of the room. It offered an unparalleled view of the city lights and the light traffic which passed on the road across from the high-rise. “Water’s nice,” smiled Jacqui as she repositioned herself near the large window so she could demonstrate the Jacuzzi’s functions whilst facing Xanthe. Xanthe thrust a glass of champagne towards Jacqui, who again accepted albeit reluctantly. “Anyway, when you want to start it up you …” Xanthe was spellbound by the Jacqui’s beauty. She had flawless olive skin, wavy blonde hair and her dust covered work clothes hid what Xanthe knew would be a well honed body. It was like being caught in a silent dream, Jacqui’s mouth projected no sound and Xanthe could do no more than smile and nod along. The fizzy bubbles of the champagne crossed Xanthe’s tongue and it all seemed so clear. Xanthe had to have Jacqui. “So I’ll be able to use it tonight?” “Yeah there should be no problem with that. Just try not to splash too much water on the tiling, it may still need a little longer to settle,” Jacqui added. “Got company coming over to christen the new tub, have you?” With a wink in reply Xanthe knew that the alcohol must be getting to Jacqui. After a moment to review what she had said Xanthe could see Jacqui’s demeanor change a little, obviously embarrassed that she had made such a personal suggestion. It was the opening Xanthe was looking for. “Well I was kind of hoping that I’d have some company to join me in the new tub. They could help me drink the rest of this champagne as well,” beamed Xanthe. It was her warm inviting voice together with her disarming body language which has so often worked like a charm. Xanthe could see Jacqui processing her statement and trying to reconcile what was being inferred with the situation she found herself in. “So maybe I should cleanup real quick and get out of your hair.” Jacqui gathered the last of the packing and threw it in her garbage bag. With some haste Jacqui put her glass down beside the tub and collected her tools. “No there’s no need for that,” Xanthe said softly touching Jacqui on the shoulder. “I didn’t mean that anyone was coming over.” Xanthe’s ponderous brown eyes caught Jacqui unaware as she stood silent and contemplated what was being proposed. “Sorry I don’t follow,” stuttered Jacqui her tone almost apologetic. “I was hoping that maybe you would like to join me in the tub.” Xanthe gently stroked Jacqui’s forearm daring to touch her midriff but waiting for some form of positive response. A look of surprise and then deep thought swept Jacqui’s face. Xanthe knew it was a daunting proposal but she had discovered through experience that being bold was the most effective approach. “Ummm, I’m not sure if I’m understanding …” Jacqui was totally perplexed by Xanthe. “I think you’re smarter than that,” urged Xanthe. “You’re smart and sexy, isn’t it only natural that other people should be drawn to you.” Flattery was another one of Xanthe’s favorite weapons. “I have to admit I find you absolutely hot.” “That’s nice … but …” Jacqui stumbled trying to express herself. “It’s just that I … never … well.” Xanthe knew the moment had arrived, now was her chance to pluck an indecisive Jacqui and act on her desires. With a hushed seductive voice Xanthe purred. “That doesn’t matter, there’s a first time for everything. I know you’re interested, you haven’t left yet, you’ve known since I arrived that I was different …” Her hushed tone and open body language slowly but surely melted any remaining resistance Jacqui had left in her. Xanthe ambled over the remaining distance between their bodies. She placed her hands on Jacqui’s angular hips; she had a firm body under her work clothes. Xanthe placed a slow gentle kiss on Jacqui’s wet lips letting it linger for a moment before returning for a second. At first Jacqui did not respond to Xanthe’s gentle touch, but with slowly with some remaining trepidation she loosened her lips and offered some pressure in return. With a relaxed effort Xanthe breached Jacqui’s lips with her tongue and sensually explored her mouth, mingling with Jacqui’s tongue. Xanthe grinned to herself as she felt Jacqui’s hands tentatively touch her hips and work their way around to the small of her back. She offered encouragement by reaching around and firmly pressing Jacqui’s hands against her, the gentle direction was soon adopted as Jacqui began to search Xanthe’s figure. “How about we get in the tub?” hinted Xanthe reinforcing it with a soft caress. Jacqui stood stoic for a moment. Her hands ceased to move, uncertain whether to go any further. Xanthe tugged Jacqui’s shirt tail free of her work shorts, and with a swift move her shirt hung loose and free. “What … what exactly do you have in mind?” a timid Jacqui asked. “Why don’t I show you,” Xanthe replied with an impish grin. Xanthe stepped away from Jacqui’s uncertain grasp, she eased her business jacket off, and tossing it the short distance to the kidney shaped bed. With a calm demeanor and unbroken gaze Xanthe flew through the buttons on her white blouse. She pulled it free revealing her bare stomach and petite figure. With little fuss Xanthe bent over and let her unfastened skirt drop to the floor, then resolutely stepping to her side and kicking the discarded garment away. Xanthe now stood in from of Jacqui in her bra, thong and heeled work shoes. “I think it’s your turn now,” Xanthe pressed provocatively lifting her knee and caressing her thigh. It was with that naughty gesture that Jacqui modestly took hold of her shirt tail and fumbled with the bottom button. Xanthe could see her nervous hands shake and bumble their way up her shirt. A warm moist feeling greeted Xanthe’s aroused pussy as she watched the hesitant, yet willing blonde finally free her shirt and let it fall to the floor. She was greeted with the sight of Jacqui’s well defined stomach and her firm breasts sheathed by a non-descript white sports bra. “That’s it,” a buoyant Xanthe put forward. By now her juices were flowing and she could feel her soft nipples get harder and harder. A mild shiver ran up her spine as her body snapped to attention, she could feel all her faculties peaking. With a more confident grasp Jacqui freed the fly of her shorts and slid the tight fitting piece of clothing down her long toned legs. As then gazed on her white cotton panties she smirked to herself, with Jacqui’s selection of underwear she obviously wasn’t intending to get intimate when she got dressed. Noticing that Jacqui had stopped Xanthe again took the initiative. With an alluring twirl of her finger she traced a soft trail over her flesh leading to her sexy black thong. She wrapped her finger around the thong and eased it down on one side, her finger sliding around her back and fishing the string out from her cheeks. With a slight tease Xanthe stripped her thong off letting her damp crotch kiss the warm air of the room. Jacqui stared at Xanthe’s pussy in a trance like state, one which stirred Xanthe on. With a solitary finger she pried her labia apart and teased her wetness into full arousal. She could feel the subtle sensation of her pussy swelling, becoming engorged with blood and wet with her juices. A faint moan pursed Xanthe’s lips as she opened her eyes and stared at Jacqui. Xanthe licked her thin pink lips in a graphic manner, strode forward, unclasping her bra and flinging contemptuously away. She closed the distance to Jacqui quickly and wrapped her arms around Jacqui in a tight embrace. As they kissed Xanthe searched her hips, finding the elastic of her underwear. With a deft motion she plucked the undergarment and peeled it away from her sodden crotch. Jacqui’s chest heaved as she inhaled deeply, Xanthe’s hand having found the back of her bra. Jacqui’s breasts bounced free as her bra lifted up over her head, disappearing into her periphery view. She shuddered as her sensitive breasts pushed up against Xanthe’s warm skin. Xanthe kissed her passionately before breaking away. She stepped up the first tiled step to the Jacuzzi standing taller than Jacqui for the first time. As Jacqui turned to watch, Xanthe reached back gently taking her hand and giving her a peck on the forehead. The water was soothing and warm, the jets on a temperate setting, stirring the waters softly as Xanthe lowered her body onto the small bench which ringed the tub. Jacqui stepped into the waters cautiously. She grimaced as the bubbling water splashed on her hot sex. Xanthe’s senses were alive as the jets brushed across her hard body watching intently while Jacqui settled into the opposite seat. Xanthe leaned over and whispered into Jacqui’s ear, “I want you.” Jacqui responded with a passionate kiss submitting to the same lust which consumed Xanthe. She could feel Xanthe’s probing hands stroke up her stomach and over her hardened nipples. Jacqui sighed as Xanthe nibbled on her neck and ear softly licking her tanned skin. Xanthe’s roving hand slid under Jacqui’s taut butt, a curt boost lifted her up from her seat, Jacqui pushing back off the other side of the tub and lifting her breasts from the water. Xanthe longingly watched as her tits surfaced from the bubbling water and sat tantalizing close. “You are so sexy,” purred Xanthe her own hand having found her anxious pussy and softly kneaded it. With her arm cradling Jacqui’s back she let her natural buoyancy lift her legs and let her lye in line with Jacqui. Xanthe’s horny snatch wrapped itself around Jacqui’s right leg as she rested her cheek on Jacqui’s soft chest. “Oh my …” panted Jacqui as Xanthe delicately pecked at the flesh surrounding her erect nipple. She kissed the subtle contours of her areola sneaking a wavering tongue across the tip of her pronounced nub. Again Jacqui moaned. “That feels good.” Xanthe took Jacqui’s right breast into her mouth easing her suction at first before increasing the pressure. Jacqui stirred under Xanthe, she led her thigh up and down Xanthe’s horny crotch eliciting a voracious increase in Xanthe’s activities. The sound of her own heart beat thudded in her ears, pounding rapidly, and her lust took control of her. Xanthe slid her hand through the water finding the obvious outline of Jacqui’s folds. “Yes … please,” begged Jacqui in a calm yet lustful voice. Xanthe teased the folds apart softly rubbing their length but refusing to penetrate. With a deft touch Xanthe brought Jacqui’s inflated clit to the surface, a light tap causing Jacqui to throw her golden hair back over the edge of the Jacuzzi. “You like how I’m doing that?” cheekily posed Xanthe. Another shiver and muffled cry projected through the room. Xanthe led her fingers more vigorously over Jacqui’s puffy labia, her thumb flickering across Jacqui’s sensitive nub. “That feels so good,” was all Jacqui could manage. With a deep breath she looked into Xanthe’s soft brown eyes. “I want more.” Jacqui sunk back into the tub and kissed Xanthe, their tongues tangling around each other. With a look of yearning Xanthe nuzzled next to Jacqui’s ear, cheek to cheek. “Sit up on the edge of the tub.” Xanthe Files XXX002 The tall blonde obeyed Xanthe’s command lifting her body from the tub and balancing her firm rear above the water. Xanthe let her body effortlessly float into the center of the tub and between Jacqui’s sleek thighs. With nothing more than a gaze Jacqui parted her legs for a hungry Xanthe. “You look so delicious,” panted Xanthe. Her dripping hand burst from the water spraying water across Jacqui’s pussy. With a longing touch Xanthe pried her slit apart revealing her excited flesh. A lone lashing with her tongue sampled Jacqui’s delight. Xanthe could barely make out the taste of Jacqui’s loins it mixed in with the slightly salty taste of the water. Jacqui twitched watching as Xanthe nibbled her puffy labia letting her tongue squirm across her skin. Jacqui admired Xanthe’s petite body bent over and just below the waters surface. She was drawn to Xanthe’s trim buttocks noticing the gentle bubbling of one of the Jacuzzi jets right behind her. Xanthe began to wildly devour Jacqui’s soft flesh, licking her passionately. Jacqui’s breathing began to quicken, her body consumed with pleasure in a total state of ecstasy. She threw her hand across the edge of the Jacuzzi blindly foraging for the dial which controlled the tub. Her fingers wrapped themselves over their target, furiously turning the dial in a clockwise motion. Xanthe’s sexual craving drove her into a frenzy, tenderly eating Jacqui’s pussy. With a sudden jolt Xanthe felt the water jet behind her blast across her own sex. The intense force of the jet thrown open brought a stimulation that Xanthe had never experienced before. She cried into Jacqui’s crotch as her own orgasm began to rise. “God I want to cum,” an excited Xanthe admitted. An alluring thought flashed through her mind. Xanthe looked into Jacqui’s captivating green eyes. “I’ve got it.” With an energetic leap Xanthe climbed from the Jacuzzi and nimbly crossed the floor of the room. Her body dripped water across the carpet and wardrobe door as she threw it open, digging blindly inside it. A couple of garments fell out of the wardrobe before Xanthe turned with a mischievous grin on her face, and almost ran back to the tub. It wasn’t immediately apparent to Jacqui exactly what Xanthe had brought with her. Xanthe climbed back into the tub lowering her body back into the warm waters. Her hand broached the surface holding a long rose colored dildo, it was double headed. Jacqui remained impassive as she stared at the sex toy, not quite knowing what to do. “Relax, this will feel great,” reassured Xanthe. “Just let me do all the work.” Xanthe stroked the toy as if it were a real cock. It was already completely drenched from the Jacuzzi. She stepped back standing next to the open window, only knee deep in the water. With a quick fidget Xanthe found the end she wanted and rubbed it over her horny love canal, putting on a very graphic display for Jacqui. “Ummm, just like the real thing, only better,” Xanthe tempted as she let the head of the rubber cock penetrate her aching pussy. “Ewww yeah, that’s good.” Jacqui watched as the dildo disappeared into Xanthe’s hungry snatch, its wet glistening exterior a provocative sight. As if to tease Jacqui, Xanthe pumped the cock a couple of times shaking her head as she felt ever morsel of her aroused body come to life. “I bet you want your end.” “That looks so good I wouldn’t mind joining you,” begged Jacqui. She slid her pelvis towards Xanthe meeting near the middle of the turbulent waters, the forceful jets battering their bodies from every direction. With one hand skillfully guiding the remaining half of the dildo, Xanthe pushed the second head firmly against Jacqui’s slit. Jacqui reached down and grasped the rubber cock and led it up into her. With an almost instantaneous buck the dildo rammed home Xanthe still holding the inches which remained between their bodies. “How much do you want it?” teased Xanthe, offering a couple slight thrusts on her end of the toy. “I want it bad! Please give it to me.” Xanthe’s familiar mischievous smile returned to her face, nothing could get hotter than a beautiful blonde woman pleading to be fucked. “You want it bad, hmmm. Well I’m going to give it to you, just how you want it.” Xanthe positioned her legs over the top of Jacqui’s and stood higher out of the water, she found the person on top could exert more force on a double ended dildo from experience. With a brief shudder Xanthe began to work up a rhythm feeling the end of the cock butt up against her inner wall. Jacqui cried out passionately breathing in as the dildo thrust forward again and again. “Take it,” screamed Xanthe as she forced herself down on the toy harder, thus pushing it further into Jacqui. “Take it, more.” Xanthe’s cries corresponded with her imminent climax threatening to burst through. Xanthe took a firm hold of the dildo and stopped thrusting her own hips, instead choosing to run the dildo back and forth in a sawing motion. The sensation was less forceful but at a greater speed. The ferocious pace of the dildo putting both Jacqui and Xanthe over the top, they came within seconds of each other. “Oh fuck that was good,” moaned Xanthe with a triumphant feeling. She slowly withdrew the dildo from herself and Jacqui placing it on the tiled step outside the tub. “You know, I think I’m going to like this new Jacuzzi.” Xanthe Files XXX003 Authors Note: This series of short stories are intended to be episodic and thus can be read alone. Any feedback, criticisms or improvements are always welcome. The author also invites reader suggestions about what they would like to see Xanthe do next. It had been a long and tiring week at work and Xanthe was looking forward to the weekend, for more than one reason. A couple of weeks before whilst she was buried in paperwork a petite raven haired woman, Carla, had walked into her office and into her dreams. Carla was representing another firm and the two of them had been put together to thrash out a solution for their bigger richer clients. Xanthe and Carla spent nearly an entire week in negotiations before coming to an agreement, which their bosses and more importantly their clients were happy with. They had almost lived in each others pockets during those fourteen hour days, often continuing the negotiations over their lunch breaks. It was during these long meetings that Xanthe had taken an interest in the sultry Carla. After much debate in her own mind Xanthe resolved to gauge Carla’s interest. There had been moments when Xanthe was sure that Carla swung that way, she never seemed to be fazed by those little innocuous touches on the hand or leg which Xanthe intentionally offered. Nor did Carla appear too daunted by Xanthe’s probing questions about her personal life, some bordering on the issue of her sexuality. When the deal was done and Carla was about to leave her office Xanthe could not let the opportunity pass without making a move. She stopped Carla at the door and passed her a business card with her home number and a brief message on it. ‘How about we get together sometime?’ Carla turned the card over unemotionally and glanced at the message scrawled across the back. Xanthe watched as her green eyes rose from the card and up Xanthe’s petite frame locking on her with a determined gaze. Carla simply smiled and calmly whispered. “Sure.” Carla left, her work was now complete. Xanthe watched as she crossed the office floor and headed to the bank of elevators. Carla pivoted just before she reached them and looked back at Xanthe, smiled and then disappeared. ….. Xanthe looked herself over in the mirror, the fluorescent lights above her almost blinding. Her short red hair was in place, her casual short stone wash skirt and tight fitting white shirt accentuating her petite frame. She tugged her recalcitrant shirt down trying to cover more of her exposed midriff. She wore only a hint of makeup, preferring to keep the atmosphere of the evening relaxed. Besides nobody would see her in the dark cinema, she thought. She emerged from the cold soulless bathroom and headed across the carpeted interior of the cinema lobby. A few people mingled around her, most of the movies had already begun. Only a few late runners were clambering for tickets and snacks at the candy bar. Carla had still not arrived and Xanthe was beginning to question whether she had got the time and location right. She looked at the two tickets in her hand, slowly rubbing them, becoming increasingly impatient. Maybe she had read too much into Carla’s interest? Maybe Carla had decided otherwise? Xanthe drifted across the lobby and towards the open doors of the theatre, the movie was going to start soon, and there was no sign of Carla. The heavy set bald man who stood near the door prepared to take Xanthe’s ticket stubs from her, when he looked over her shoulder. Xanthe could hear the pattering of feet as they rushed across the carpet of the lobby. “Wait for me,” called out a familiar voice. Xanthe turned back towards the voice. It was the gorgeous Carla, rushing the last couple of steps to her side. “Sorry I’m running late, I almost didn’t make it,” panted Carla as she took in a deep breath and straightened out her dress. Xanthe looked the ravishing Carla over. She began to feel a little underdressed now that she had seen how much effort Carla had gone to. She wore a sheer black one piece dress, with a plunging neck line and almost non-existent back. Her black hair was tied back revealing her high cheek bones, piercing green eyes, and the faintest hint of makeup. A pair of matching conservative heeled shoes finished off her ensemble. “Wow, you look great, don’t I feel a bit under done now,” complimented Xanthe. Carla smiled in reply as Xanthe handed over the two tickets to the doorman, his eyes hadn’t left the beautiful Carla as he handed back the stubs and ushered them into the dark theatre. Xanthe watched as the doorman checked out Carla while she passed by, his eyes locking onto her tight butt and then catching Xanthe’s gaze and offering a subtle shrug of the shoulders. The theatre door closed softly behind them and the last of the bright lights were snuffed out. Both women purposefully stepped down the gentle slope of the cinema aisle looking for a pair of seats. The cinema was only sparsely populated, about a quarter of the seats were filled with people spread out across the large interior. Xanthe let Carla lead her down the aisle until they came to the front row, an open carpeted area separating the seats from the big screen, the trailers already playing. Carla shuffled to the center of the aisle and sat down, Xanthe following suit and sitting next to her. “So what happened before?” she whispered even though there was nobody sitting close to them. Xanthe scanned the seats around them, the few darkened figures appeared to be focused on the screen. “Oh, just a whole bunch of things going wrong, then I had to rush getting ready. I probably look terrible,” giggled Carla. She noticeably tugged down the hem of her dress so that it covered more of her toned thighs. “Look terrible, I wish I could look that good when I’m not rushed,” offered Xanthe. She gently touched Carla’s forearm as it rested on the armrest. Carla didn’t seem to mind the innocent touch, she just smiled. “Anyway, you look fantastic.” “You too, I love your skirt.” Both women settled into their seats. Xanthe consciously left her hand resting on Carla’s arm as they turned to face the screen. The loud sound effects and flashing colors didn’t compute in Xanthe’s brain, she was too busy thinking about her date for the night. She had a few quick drinks before arriving at the cinema, just to get into mood. That familiar feeling of exhilaration coursed though her as she pondered where the night may be headed. The sedate music of the film had a calming effect, Xanthe easing back deep into the padded seat. Her hand remained stoically on Carla’s wrist. Carla appeared totally unresponsive to the touch and gazed upwards at the big screen. Xanthe snuck a couple of sneaky glances at the dark figure next to her. The excited flashes of light from the screen lit her up momentarily and provided tantalizing glimpses of her thin body, her pert breasts and her elegant neck line. For her part Carla seemed to be getting into the film, she offered subtle facial expressions and reactions to what she was watching. Xanthe tried to cool her burgeoning desires. She squeezed her thighs tight together and pressed firmly down with her feet, trying to stamp herself to attention. Carla didn’t seem to react to any of Xanthe’s stirrings. The movie wasn’t going anywhere. It was not only Xanthe’s interest in Carla which was affecting her concentration, the film was beginning to elicit a few negative grumbles from some of the people scattered through the cinema. A body seemed to move in Xanthe’s periphery, she eased her head around to see what was causing the disturbance. One older couple was grudgingly shuffling back down their row of seats and to the center aisle. Xanthe watched on as the couple headed back up the aisle and threw the main door open, letting the bright light of the lobby spill in momentarily. Another snort echoed from directly behind Xanthe’s head. She craned her neck around to see a man picking up his belongings and likewise heading for the exit. Carla’s concentration broke and Xanthe felt her hand reach over and gently squeeze her arm. Xanthe spun quickly, startled by the touch and looked at the shadowy figure. “What’s going on?” whispered Carla. “Oh nothing, it looks like a few people are leaving,” replied Xanthe in a hushed tone. “They don’t appear to be too happy with the movie.” Carla nodded slightly in recognition of what Xanthe had said. She turned back to the screen, but left her hand resting on top of Xanthe’s. Xanthe noticed that Carla now had her hand sandwiched. It could only have been a deliberate action. Maybe Carla was actively responding to Xanthe’s subtle flirting? Xanthe was again disturbed by the movements of yet another patron getting out of their seat and heading for the door. The cinema was beginning to empty out as the movie progressed. She turned to observe Carla who was doing her best to remain focused on watching the film. Xanthe didn’t want to bother her, but was finding it harder and harder to pay attention to the film. More people filtered out from the back of the theatre, a long daylight scene illuminated the room allowing Xanthe an opportunity to see how many people remained. After a quick count she could only see six people resolutely staying behind. The thought of sharing an empty theatre with Carla crossed Xanthe’s mind, a devilish grin spreading across her face. Carla signed audibly and her supple fingers danced across Xanthe’s skin. Xanthe felt a shiver run up her spine as the delicate sensation enlivened her wits. She again tried to fake attention to the film, but again her efforts were broken by another sigh from Carla, the dark haired beauty seemed uneasy. “This movie is terrible,” announced Carla above her previously hushed tone. Xanthe turned to find Carla already gazing at her. “I’m sorry, I know you picked it, but it is awful.” She tried to sound conciliatory and refrain from offending her date. “That’s okay, I didn’t know what to pick so I just guessed what might be worth seeing,” replied Xanthe. A sudden rush shot through her body as she felt Carla’s slender fingers slide down her wrist and over her hand, her fingers probing in between Xanthe’s. Xanthe stole a glimpse at what she was sensing, still a little shocked by the move. Her fingers appeared to have a subconsciously respond by easing open and allowing the two women to intertwine in a delicate embrace. “So do you want to stay?” posed Carla, her words simple yet inviting. She gave the fiery red head her undivided attention, the brief flicker of light catching her endless gaze. “We could always go somewhere else?” Xanthe wasn’t sure if Carla was intending to come across as flirtatious as she was, but Xanthe reveled in it. She could feel a heightened sense of vitality spread through her body, the very thought of having the beautiful Carla peaking her own desires. Again she squeezed her thighs shut and squirmed in her seat. She tightened her grip on Carla’s hand, trying to convey her state of arousal. A gruff groan carried through the almost empty cinema. Another couple clambered to their feet and stormed towards the exit drawing the few remaining people’s attention. “Sounds like this movie could use a bit more excitement,” beamed Carla. “A bit more excitement and a bit more sex,” Xanthe replied her stare piercing through the shadows and boring into Carla’s eyes. The flickering screen illuminated Xanthe’s cheeky profile. She twisted to accentuate her form and softly rubbed the insides of Carla’s fingers. Xanthe reached across her lap and calmly stroked Carla’s forearm, their hands now piled on the armrest together. “What are you suggesting Xanthe?” “Hmmm, a few things come to mind,” Xanthe provocatively put forward. She couldn’t be sure if Carla could see the look on her face, or fully understand what she was proposing because of the dark, but Xanthe wasn’t going to hold back. She slid her rear to the edge of the fold up seat, it gave way awkwardly, but Xanthe caught herself before she tumbled over. She pivoted down onto her knees facing Carla who remained unmoved, although her eyes tracked Xanthe’s every move. Carla relaxed her grip on Xanthe’s hands and let them slip from her grasp and disappear into the darkness below her. Xanthe gently slid her fingers up Carla’s sinewy shins and over her button knees, rubbing their insides with her thumbs. She eased Carla’s legs apart slowly and sensually, her warm breath blowing over Carla’s thighs. Carla noticeably shivered, her fingers hitching up the hem of her dress and drawing it closer to her waist. The screen flashed again and Xanthe caught sight of Carla’s hot pink thong lying tantalizingly close, yet still to far away. A soft peck caused Carla to sigh, as Xanthe traced a path along the inside of Carla’s toned thigh. A familiar scent wafted into her nostrils as she closed on Carla’s crotch. Xanthe felt one of Carla’s hands work its way through her short hair, softly guiding Xanthe’s eyes away from her lap. “What are you doing?” Carla asked in a calm measured voice, a small smile accompanied her inquisitive face. Xanthe froze momentarily thinking she had just overstepped the line and read the situation totally wrong. “Oh, I’m sorry …” Carla’s hand steadily held Xanthe’s head as she tried to pull away from her crotch. “No I didn’t mean I didn’t like it. I was more concerned about the setting. I was sort of thinking that we could get out of here, to a more intimate and private place.” Xanthe took a deep breath to dismiss the butterflies which ran through her stomach. She exhaled coolly to regain her composure and the alluring sense of adventure which had led her there. “Well if this movie continues to stink, then pretty soon we are going to be alone,” Xanthe put forward with zeal. She leant down and kissed the firm flesh of Carla’s thigh. Carla sighed in response, careful to remain quiet and not draw undue attention to them. Xanthe began to trace a familiar path up Carla’s thigh once again. She could feel Carla’s fingers tenderly run through her hair offering subtle encouragement. With a light nudge Xanthe spread Carla’s legs a little further, her hot pink thong staring her in the face. She stopped just short of Carla’s crotch and took a deep breath. She could see the slightest hint of wetness crease Carla’s panties. The thought of Carla getting so wet and excited coerced Xanthe’s own lust. Xanthe reached forward and teased the fabric of the thong with her finger tip. Carla watched on, trying to remain in control as Xanthe sensually pleasured her. Xanthe teased the edges of the fabric and let it lightly snap back to cover Carla’s flesh. She smirked to herself as Carla exhaled longingly above her. “Mmmm, how about we get those panties off?” Carla didn’t respond orally, but slid her rear to the very edge of the seat and leaned back giving Xanthe the opportunity to remove them. Xanthe’s deft fingers slid under Carla’s dress and took hold of the thong and pealing them away from her body. A bright flash from the big screen briefly illuminated Carla’s naked pussy, the faintest hint of wetness giving her folds a radiant appearance. Xanthe dipped further into Carla’s lap and smelled her dampness, Carla’s faint scent greeting her senses. With the expertise of a person with her considerable experience Xanthe parted Carla’s folds tenderly invigorating their sensitivities. She offered a light peck on the very edge of the spongy flesh. Carla stirred as Xanthe repeated with another supple kiss, working her way up Carla’s slit and onto the taut skin of her mound. A tiny triangle of trimmed pubic hair was all that marked the outer reaches of her pussy. Xanthe tickled the short hairs with the tip of her tongue, eliciting a brief giggle from Carla’s lips. “You like that don’t you?” posed Xanthe with a provocative look. Carla purred her assent her fingers pressing into the back of Xanthe’s head urging her to return to her task. With her own chuckle Xanthe pushed back down into Carla’s crotch, her tongue unraveling and softly stroking the length of Carla’s slit, teasing and moistening it for a furious assault. Xanthe nibbled lightly on Carla’s puffy labia, lashing her flesh with her tongue and suckling on her sweetness. A muffled moan pursed Carla’s lips, her pelvis pushing further into Xanthe’s face as she became more involved in her own pleasuring. Xanthe slowly expanded her fingers over the base of Carla’s pussy, prying her folds further apart and revealing her pink blossom, marked by the dark center of her canal. “Oh that’s nice,” purred Carla repeatedly as Xanthe probed her eager pussy. With a sudden thrust Xanthe sent her tongue deep into Carla’s moist hole. Carla’s feet kicked out excitedly as Xanthe burrowed around inside her. She began to lap with increased rapidity and fervor, tasting Carla’s tangy juices. Xanthe slid her middle finger in under her tongue and prodded the walls of Carla’s snatch. Her warm breath coursed over Carla’s mound. She pushed further into Carla and was rewarded by a hushed whimper and Carla’s hips rebelling against her squirming touch. Xanthe greedily lapped at Carla’s sweet flesh, her tongue dancing across the length and breadth of her pussy. “Oh shit Xanthe that is good,” moaned Carla careful to keep her voice down. Xanthe could feel Carla’s response rumble through her body in a series of vibrations, hinting at just how horny Carla had become. “I want to taste you …” Carla was interrupted by the sudden deep penetration of Xanthe’s tongue, bearing down on her sweet spot, tweaking the sensitive nerve with erotic effect. Another low rumble greeted Xanthe’s hearing and touch. Carla tightened her spread legs around Xanthe’s ears and her body alternated from contraction to relaxation in time with Xanthe’s prodding. Xanthe pulled away from Carla’s lap and looked the ravishing woman in the eyes. Carla cast a determined stare back into Xanthe’s eyes, making her intentions obvious to the sexy red head. “Let’s get a little more comfortable.” Carla gently guided Xanthe away with a soft touch to the shoulders. Xanthe folded back on her knees and kicked her legs out in front of her, lying back across the carpeted floor at the foot of the seats. Carla knelt down over her, still keeping her movements cautious so as not to alert any of the remaining filmgoers. Carla hitched her dress further around her waste while she watched the temptress Xanthe. With a smug grin Xanthe casually reached under her short skirt and with ease slid her damp panties away from her legs and tossed them at Carla’s knees. Carla smiled in reply, but Xanthe wasn’t finished. With an unnerving calmness Xanthe swiftly freed her stone wash skirt and let it fall under her, exposing her shaven mound to the open room. Xanthe could tell that Carla was allured by the provocative display, but also a little wary of the very public location and her seeming disregard for modesty. With a seductive lick of the lips, Xanthe gripped her tight shirt and pulled it up over her shoulders, lying down so she could squeeze out of the garment. She clambered back into a seated position and quickly unhooked her bra revealing her pert breasts to Carla. “Are you sure that you should be getting naked in here?” pleaded Carla. “You have to get naked for what I have in mind,” was all Xanthe replied, a raised eyebrow and impish look captivating Carla. Xanthe laid her naked body back, catching the light and revealing her petite figure, her taut stomach and her pointy nipples, begging to be touched. Carla shuffled on her knees to Xanthe’s side and bent down over her. Xanthe remained unmoved. With a slight pause she watched as Carla softly kissed and then fondled her nipple, the hardened nub sending a sensual message back to her brain. She could feel her pussy tingle and dampen. Xanthe Files XXX003 “Ahhh, that’s good,” was all Xanthe could manage before Carla’s lush lips met hers and the two shared a brief yet passionate kiss. “Why don’t I see what else I can find?” Xanthe watched as Carla turned away from her and gazed down at her crotch. She parted her legs gradually, inviting Carla to pay her special attention. Carla knelt down and kissed Xanthe’s smooth mound, then gave her another peck just below the first. Xanthe threw her legs open a little more sensing that Carla wanted to get more involved. Carla threw her leg over Xanthe’s shoulder and straddled her body, dipping her head down into Xanthe’s sweetness. Xanthe peered up at Carla’s exposed pussy as it hovered above her, begging to be fondled. A deep shudder met Xanthe’s senses as Carla’s delicate tongue made contact with the soft tissue inside her thighs. She found herself compelled to moan as Carla’s spindly tongue teased her towards sexual ecstasy. Xanthe lifted her head from the floor and nuzzled against Carla’s wet snatch, burrowing her tongue back into her tangy goodness. Both women licked and lashed each other, letting out gentle cries as they reacted to each others efforts. Carla probed and prodded Xanthe’s folds, plunging in and out of her expanse, driving Xanthe further into her own snatch. Xanthe threw her head back down onto the floor and let out a visceral moan as Carla found her g-spot and began to tap over it with the end of her tongue. “That’s it Carla,” panted Xanthe at a noticeable volume. Carla froze immediately startled by the passionate cry. She quickly scanned the surrounding area hoping that nobody had heard Xanthe. “Don’t stop,” Xanthe urged. Carla remained impassive trying to determine if they had been heard, when she felt the firm grasp of Xanthe’s hands on her rolled up dress. She began to tug at the dress, attempting to slide the garment over Carla’s shoulders. Carla hesitated to let Xanthe pull her dress from her body, but Xanthe did not relent, roughly pushing the dress over Carla’s body until she could only struggle free of it. She watched as the garment dropped between Xanthe’s legs. There was no respite from Xanthe’s roving hands. She slid them down Carla’s hard body and around her back, following the contours of her bra. With a swift flick Carla felt her bra fall limp and slide off her shoulders and between her and Xanthe. The sudden awareness that she was totally naked in such a public place brought with it a strangely erotic feeling. She turned her attentions back to Xanthe’s sweetness. The women’s naked bodies toiled in the silhouetted darkness, brief flashes displaying each others form. “I’m so hot Xanthe,” cooed Carla taking respite from the frantic lovemaking. Xanthe lay back and took a deep breath. She gave Carla a playful slap on the rear. “I know something that would be even hotter,” replied Xanthe in a lusty voice. Again she patted Carla on the butt and ushered her to the side. Carla remained on her hands and knees as she turned to look at Xanthe. The boisterous red head gave her a devilish smile and propped herself back up so she was seated. Both women locked lips, the scent and taste of each other greeting their own faculties. Their tongues intertwined and they furiously kissed with increasing force, Carla moving closer and pressing her body against Xanthe’s. “Mmm, you taste good and I’m so wet,” panted Xanthe. She reached down and rubbed her own pussy to relieve some of her pent up sexual energy, her slick skin giving way to her every whim. “I want to fuck you.” Xanthe’s wet fingers gently eased Carla back onto her rear and guided her legs out before her so she was sitting. Xanthe shuffled over till she was almost sitting in Carla’s lap and facing her, she pushed one leg under Carla’s and threw the other over her lap so their two wet slits were touching together. The sudden wet touch of Carla’s skin brought precious little relief to Xanthe’s burning need to climax. She stared into Carla’s eyes, she offered a precocious shunt into Xanthe’s crotch and their soaked pussies ran up against each other. They both began to reciprocate each other’s rocking motions, their hot flesh pressing up against each others body. Xanthe threw her head back and let out a deep moan, Carla crying out in ecstasy. Xanthe was at her temptress best as she pounded into Carla and felt her wet folds meet Carla’s. The thought of sharing each others juices was driving her closer to climax. She reached down and sent two firm fingers over her mound rubbing the tip of her crease in a relentless side to side motion. Carla followed Xanthe’s lead and also began to play with her own pussy as she thrust back into the red headed vixen. Another cry escaped Carla’s lips as she unsheathed her erect clit and began to tweak the hardened nub. Xanthe too found her love button and gently rolled it between her fingers feeling the pleasurable vibes it sent through her body. Xanthe cheekily reached across her lap and took over for Carla who likewise swapped. Both women knew exactly how to please each other and alternated from lightly tapping on each other’s clits and rubbing their puffy labia’s whilst continuing to grind. “Ewww shit that’s hot,” purred Xanthe her voice filled with lust. She had lost all her remaining inhibitions and was unconcerned by how loud she had become. A deep grumbling moan pulsated through her as Carla’s wet digit tweaked her hardened nub. “Just like that … Carla!” Carla was shocked by how vocal Xanthe was getting, she halted her grinding and waited for Xanthe to come around. Xanthe slowly opened her eyes noticing that Carla had frozen still. “Don’t stop,” pleaded Xanthe stroking herself in an effort to maintain her state of bliss. Carla remained unresponsive, staring blankly at her. “You know what would be so hot?” The raven haired Carla was fixated by Xanthe, she watched as a broad grin ran across Xanthe’s face with a devilish glare. She winked at Carla as she rolled to her side and reached out with her arm. Her supple fingers found the heel of Carla’s foot and softly pulled her limb closer to her body. “Mmm, I think it would be so hot, to take your foot and …” Xanthe returned to pleasuring herself with one hand, holding Carla’s foot before her with the other. A violent shiver shot up her spine as her fingers deftly stroked her closer to another intense orgasm. Her soft lips wrapped themselves around Carla’s big toe and she gentling sucked on it, her tongue squirming around the digit. An impassive Carla stared as Xanthe’s luscious lips slid down her foot and she gently nibbled on each and every toe. She watched as Xanthe continued to work her slit frantically. “Mmm, I want to take your foot, and I want to rub it against my hot pussy,” cooed Xanthe. Carla watched as the last remnants of Xanthe’s saliva broke away from her lips and she lowered the glazed toes to her crotch. Within seconds she could feel her toes grinding against Xanthe’s moist skin and over the spongy tissue of her labia. “How do you like that?” panted Xanthe, guiding Carla’s foot over her pussy, her toes parting her folds. “Fuck Carla! I want you to fuck me with your fucking toes!” Carla was startled into action by Xanthe’s forceful demand, Xanthe making her own efforts to drive Carla’s foot into her love canal. She threw her head back feeling the stubby little toes breaching her engorged pussy lips and working their way up the length of her crease. Xanthe released her grip on Carla’s foot satisfied that she had taken control of her efforts. She rocked her body back and forth into Carla’s foot. The feeling of having the entire length of her pussy stimulated by the knobby toes was exquisite. She could feel her orgasm begin to surface, Carla’s foot pounding repeatedly into her. “Fuck Carla you’re going to make me cum, oh.” With an impish grin Xanthe lifted her right foot from the floor and swung it in front of Carla, teasing her with the thought of joining her in an erotic foot fucking. She watched as Carla’s eyes followed the wavering foot, mere inches away from her face, Xanthe just flicking her chin with a subtle brush. “Mmm, go on Carla, I know you want to …” Xanthe let out another deep moan as Carla’s toes pushed further into her than before, a stunned look on her face, followed by a rapturous grin and the unspoken encouragement for more. She watched as Carla slowly opened her mouth and tentatively kissed her toes and the ball of her foot. With surprisingly little hesitation, Carla’s motions became more involved and soon she was licking and sucking on Xanthe’s toes, eliciting a cry of passion from her. “That’s it Carla, take it, take it and fuck yourself.” Without waiting for Carla to positively guide her foot towards her lap, Xanthe led it down her pert chest, over her taut stomach and across her mound. She playfully teased Carla’s excited pussy. Her toes individually tickled Carla’s swollen labia and pried her flesh apart, but refused to penetrate. “That’s good,” purred Carla finally breaking her silence. With a slight grimace she eased Xanthe’s big toe into her pussy, fascinated by the sight of her flesh contorting around the stubby limb and seemingly inflating her crotch. Carla began to pant and cry as Xanthe took up her own thrusting, both women driving their toes in and out of each other. Xanthe began to tweak her clit bringing herself to climax. “Fuck Carla I’m going, ahhh.” A massive surge of electricity ran through Xanthe’s body, a deep sensual feeling following close behind it, she felt as if her body was being overcome by an intense fever as that familiar warm glow greeted all her senses. Carla had now returned her own fingers to her clit and was bringing herself around to orgasm, her fingers stirring in a rough circular fashion. Xanthe’s toes continuing to pound, but became slower and deeper in their thrusts. Xanthe watched as Carla’s hair flicked back and she appeared to stare directly at the ceiling, her lips falling open but remaining silent. “Oh shit, oh … I’m cumming!” cried Carla, her body quivering and her head lolling about on her shoulders as she took slow purposeful breaths, savoring all her orgasm had to offer. Xanthe slid her dripping toes from Carla’s worn slit. She brought her foot seductively over her lap and with a trawling tongue caught the very edge of her digits. Carla gazed at her as Xanthe sucked on each toe, tasting Carla’s juices one last time, before climbing over her and giving her a wet sloppy kiss on the lips. Xanthe Files XXX004 Authors Note: This series of short stories are intended to be episodic and thus can be read alone. Any feedback, criticisms or improvements are always welcome. The author also invites reader suggestions about what they would like to see Xanthe do next. It had been a long tiring day at the office and Xanthe’s mind had wandered to her plans for the weekend. She was strolling through the city on her evening trip to the subway for her journey home when she saw it. She stopped in her tracks to take a second look which only confirmed her first impression. A bright neon sign with a flickering leg moving back and forth in a kicking motion had caught her eye. She tried hard to read the accompanying letters, but from a distance of nearly a block and a half it was unsurprising that she could not make them out. However, two words did stand out to her, ‘sex shop.’ Xanthe had not been to a sex shop in a long time, instead preferring the convenience of ordering her toys and supplies over the internet. It was with that thought that she broke away from her daily routine and headed in the opposite direction, ducking through traffic as she headed towards the dilapidated neon sign. When she arrived she was greeted by a dark dirty looking exterior. The shop was squeezed between an alternative music store populated by grossly over pierced teenagers and a struggling Persian rug store. The decrepit building they shared looked out of place amongst the tall sleek high rise offices. Xanthe looked up and down the street in a cautious manner. It wasn’t that she was embarrassed about being seen in front of a sex shop or being seen walking into one, more a consideration to her employer who implored his staff members to lead respectable lives, less it hurt business. All the store windows were blacked out or painted over in advertising and the doorway which snaked back around in an L-shape was poorly lit. Still Xanthe could not bring herself to leave, she felt slightly excited about her little unexpected discovery. Despite being downtown and close to the central business district, the shop was completely empty. Xanthe shrugged off the lack of customers, it was a weekday after all, and most people were busy rushing home on the subway, not thinking about dildos, vibrators, studded leather or whips. The interior of the shop was reasonably well set out, large shelves all around the walls and five foot displays forming aisles throughout the single showroom. Xanthe noticed a woman at the back of the store, leaning on a counter disinterested with her customer’s presence and stoically reading what looked a magazine. Xanthe began to look through the nearest aisle noticing a huge selection of pornographic magazines and videos. She had enough of those at home, what she wanted were some new toys. As Xanthe approached the end of the aisle she came within earshot of the store keeper who remained totally unmoved. Xanthe looked up to offer her a courteous greeting, but the woman just remained impassive offering no acknowledgement to her customer. Xanthe turned up the next aisle and stopped to look through some racks of kinky lingerie, all the time eyeing the woman at the counter. She would have been in her mid-thirties at the most, maybe early thirties. From what Xanthe could see she had a reasonable figure, not petite by any stretch of the imagination, but not particularly plump either. Her bust hung alluringly as she leaned on the counter. Xanthe knew that she was eyeing the woman in a provocative way. It was almost an instinctual thing with her. She could feel her interest begin to peek, already excited about her little discovery, now looking at a range of sex aids, and the fact that she was alone with the shop keeper. Xanthe retrieved a sexy looking black PVC cat-suit with its breasts, rear and crotch cut out. She flicked over the price tag and was shocked by its cost. The woman behind the counter looked up at Xanthe as she held the cat-suit aloft, trying to maximize the poor lighting. “There are change rooms just over there in the corner,” announced the shop keeper pointing down along the back wall from the counter. “I also have to remind you to leave your underwear on when you are trying on any of the items,” said the disinterested woman before pausing, “for hygiene reasons.” Xanthe smiled back at her and gave her a cursory nod as she continued to walk back up the aisle, carrying the PVC cat-suit. While she put on a friendly façade Xanthe was unimpressed with the woman’s rudeness and lack of professionalism. The way she had told her to keep her underwear on sounded like a mother scolding an insolent child. Xanthe finally arrived at the final aisle along the far wall, thus far finding only the cat-suit and some flavored lubricant that she really wanted. That was until she saw what adorned the shelves before her. Her eyes widened as she took in all the dildos and vibrators of every color, shape and size imaginable. It was an impressive selection which Xanthe began to rummage through the different racks examining every toy she could lay her hands on. There were so many sex toys to choose from that Xanthe had become detached from the outside world, frantically digging through the piles. She noticed a shadow cast itself across the box she was trying to read, she snapped to attention and looked towards its source. The shop keeper had left her station behind the counter and decided to show some belated interest in her one and only customer. Or so Xanthe thought as she turned to face the woman who stood ominously next to her. “You can’t take those into the change rooms,” said the woman pointing to the boxed vibrator Xanthe held. “Hygiene reasons you see.” Again the woman displayed no interest or friendliness in her delivery. It was almost like she wanted Xanthe to leave. Xanthe placed the vibrator back on the shelf and motioned towards the woman that she would like to try on the cat-suit. The shop keeper reminded her again that she was to leave her underwear on when trying on the car-suit. She ushered Xanthe to the corner change room. Xanthe closed the full length door and looked around her tight confines. It wasn’t a change room, but more a common stall the size of a cupboard with a mirror, a bench and a couple of hooks on the back of the door. Xanthe examined the cat-suit, a real find. The cost concerned her but it was so sexy she knew she just had to have it. Inside she was still irritated about the way the woman had treated her, she could hear her castigating voice repeat itself in her mind as she treated her like an imbecile. As if to goad Xanthe even further a cheap sign hanging lopsided on the back of the door conveyed management’s message about hygiene and the use of products in the change room. That was it thought Xanthe, she could not stand that nagging voice in her head any longer and when she got mad she always felt strangely aroused. A dirty thought came to her mind as she hung up the cat-suit and slipped her heeled shoes off, kicking them under the bench. Xanthe was wearing her usual power business suit with a skirt instead of pants. It was chocolate brown in color which brought out her soft brown eyes and short fiery red hair. The suit fit her petite frame like a glove making her feel sexy even when stuck in the office doing menial paper work for the boss. It wasn’t strange for Xanthe to feel aroused in public. In fact she always found it stimulating to think about having sex or masturbating in public places, the more public the better. It was with that hint of desire and naughtiness that she got on her knees, placing her head on the carpeted floor and peered through the small crack of light under the door. The store keeper was no where to be seen. Xanthe was afraid that she would be standing on the other side of the door checking up on her. Xanthe’s heart rate was racing and her pussy beginning to tingle as she reached under her knee length skirt and stripped off her little red thong. She could see that is was already wet and reeked of her juices. Xanthe let her finger glance across her aroused sex, her folds engorged and begging to be played with. She shuddered as her touch hit a raw nerve and gave her a momentary taste of ecstasy. Her hands frantically grasped at the hem of her skirt pulling it up around her thighs to reveal her wet pussy in all its glory to the dress mirror before her. Xanthe stared into the mirror as she gently probed her pussy, plying her soft flesh and begging for more. It was that urge that Xanthe which made her cast her mind back to the racks of sex toys which sat only feet away from her. How good would one of those feel right now she wondered. Xanthe withdrew her hand from her crotch and quickly straightened out her skirt, having realized her plan. She inched open that change room door slowly and quietly. Xanthe stuck her peered out from the open door, scanning the shop for any other people. When she had walked in she noticed a number of opened demonstration toys sitting on the rear counter where the shop keeper had been leaning. It was only a short distance from the rack where she had found the PVC cat-suit, and presented her with the perfect excuse to sneak over. She planned to pick something off the rack on the pretence of wanting to try it on and as she scooted back to the change room she would try and grab one of the demonstrators. It was an exhilarating sense of intrigue and sneakiness that Xanthe set off, she could feel her sexual yearning intensify. She casually walked over to the rack, in full view of the shop keeper who had returned to her place behind the counter. Xanthe saw a couple of toys at the front of the counter, in particular a dark colored rubber cock. It was a matter of using her wits and improvising a reason to go to the counter and get close enough to the display to grab one of the toys. After some hurried searching through the clothes racks Xanthe grabbed a pair of kinky leather pants, not even bothering to check the size she walked over to the counter and placed them down in front of the shop keeper. “You don’t have these in any other colors do you?” Xanthe asked in a relaxed voice. It crossed her mind that she hadn’t actually bothered to check the rack and might look foolish to the woman, but all she needed was a brief opportunity. Xanthe smiled as the woman looked back up at her, holding the black leather pants and reading off the label. “I’m afraid not. We only have them in black,” replied the shop keeper. Xanthe was sure the woman couldn’t be bothered looking, rather than actually checking if any other colors existed. “Oh okay then … I’ll just try on that other number and I’ll be back in a couple of minutes,” Xanthe confirmed with a gleam in her eye. Her charms appeared lost on the shop keeper. The woman pulled the pants behind the counter as Xanthe motioned to leave. While the woman had her backed turned Xanthe deftly swiped the dark colored dildo and a smaller vibrator standing next to it. Xanthe quickly covered the ground back to the change room and shut the door behind her. Her heart was racing and the adrenalin pumped through her veins as she sat down on the small bench and looked at the two sex toys she held. The first was a reasonable sized eight inch gold vibrator. She flicked it on at the base and was rewarded with a dull hum as it began to work. The slight tingle ran from her hand up her arm and excited her senses. The other toy was a twelve inch rubber dildo. It was translucent with a dark yellow-brownish color, much like that of cola. Xanthe stroked its floppy shaft in her hand as if it were a real dick getting even more worked up. Xanthe stood up taking of her jacket and began to unbutton her blouse at a frantic pace. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor exposing her naked sex. With a swift snap her bra came undone and she pulled it from her shoulders. Xanthe took a moment to admire her petite body, her pert breasts aroused, her nipples erect, her puffy labia engorged and blossoming between her svelte thighs. A slight shiver ran up her spine as she touched her skin intimately for the first time watching herself on the full length mirror. She could feel that familiar craving building deep within her as she turned and looked at the black PVC cat-suit which hung on the door. With a cheeky grin she thought about the woman’s constant reminders about wearing underwear, something Xanthe had no intention of obeying. She brushed the cold PVC sending the fine hairs on the back of her neck erect. The cool material did nothing to dissuade Xanthe from her desire to get into the tight fitting garment. Her fingers worked at the sticky zipper on the back, loosening it just enough for her to pry it open in preparation for her to step enter into it. She slowly guided her legs in and pulled the rest of the suit over her torso, the PVC cold at first before yielding to her warm body. Within seconds Xanthe had the cat-suit in place and turned to see it in the mirror. She marveled at its almost elastic fit to her lean figure, her pert breasts emerging from the exposed chest, and her damp crotch still bare. She took in the soft caress that the PVC brought as she explored her own body. The suit was exquisite yet nasty, a contradiction which excited her. She felt so hot that she could wait no longer. Xanthe picked up the golden vibrator bringing it to her hard nipple and flicking it with the toy’s icy cold head. The toy was set to a low rumble and sent pleasurable sensations through her erogenous zone. Xanthe tweaked her other nipple paying each of the hardened nubs equal attention. She could feel her crotch getting wetter and wetter as she drove herself towards elation. Xanthe steadily lowered herself back onto the bench, her rear clinging to the edge. She leaned forward spreading her legs and teasing her pussy apart. She playfully ran her fingers through her trim pubic patch, still a novelty for a girl who had been a dedicated shaver. The vibrator gradually slid down her stomach tingling through the thin PVC suit as it headed towards her open crotch. With her free hand Xanthe pried her folds apart, softly prodding as she pushed her covered hood to the surface. As the erect bud appeared she delicately captured it between her forefingers in preparation for the buzzing toy which approached. Xanthe eased the vibrator’s rounded point over her swollen clit eliciting a stifled moan. She bit down on her lower lip remembering where she was and not wanting to alert the shop keeper. The vibrator again made contact and again Xanthe was forced to quell her desire to scream. With a broad stroking motion the vibrator ran its shaft along Xanthe’s puffy labia, collecting her excess juices and becoming slick to touch. Xanthe watched in minute detail as her glistening juices spread and her swollen sex got hotter and hotter. Her folds were a brilliant pink engorged with blood and super sensitive, little by little spreading apart in their full glory. The sight was intriguing and intoxicating as Xanthe worked herself up to the twelve inch dildo which sat next to her. With another brief shudder Xanthe reached across and retrieved the floppy toy. It was softer than she was used to but felt incredibly life like with a subtle weight to it. With one hand still holding the vibrator to her wetness Xanthe desperately fidgeted with the tube of flavored lubricant. She roughly unscrewed the top and let it fall flaccidly to the ground as she squirted the lube over the head of the dildo which sat up on its base. Xanthe tossed the tube away and stroked the lubricant down the head of the cock and over its shaft. Xanthe picked up the rubber cock without taking the vibrator off her hood. She brought the slick head to her entrance and let it rub up and down her moist skin. A deep sigh pursed her lips as the dildo’s head pushed its way past her pussy lips and began to fill her void. Xanthe bit down on her lower lip as the cock came to a stop having penetrated as far as it would go. She looked down to see nothing more than the rubber base of the toy left protruding from her love canal, the vibrator still teasing and pleasing her sensitive clit. “Oh yeah,” whispered Xanthe as she let the dildo slide in and out of her, slow at first and then gradually quickening. Xanthe could feel herself get into a good rhythm, the thrusting of the toy in sequence with her breathing and the jiggling of her hips as she reciprocated the movement by pushing her pelvis down against her hand. The penetration and pumping of the cock was beginning to reach a crescendo, Xanthe desperately trying to remain in control of all her faculties. When suddenly the change room door burst open in front of a stunned Xanthe. There standing in the open doorway was the female shop keeper. Xanthe stopped mid-thrust and looked up at the woman. She noticed for the first time the short skirt which hugged her curvaceous figure, her heavy breasts swaying softly under her tight low cut shirt. “What are you doing?” asked the shop keeper incredulously. Xanthe eyed the small name tag pinned to her chest, “Sheila” it read. “What does it look like?” replied Xanthe sarcastically. “I’m getting off!” Xanthe delivered the line with a bit of bite and edginess, almost angered by the intrusion. But it wasn’t in Xanthe’s character to get flustered often and she decided there was only one way of handling the situation. “I thought I told you about our strict hygiene policy,” lectured Sheila in a stern voice. She watched as the PVC clad Xanthe got to her feet removing the two sex toys and stepped towards her. Sheila stepped back not knowing what to expect. “And where did you get those from?” Xanthe tossed the toys on to the bench behind her and came eye to eye with Sheila. “How about you forget about this little incident, or I …” Xanthe said threateningly. The reply confused the shop keeper who did not know what to make of it. “Or you will what?” challenged Sheila, her voice shaky as Xanthe stood face to face with her, glaring into her eyes. “Or I won’t let you join me. And trust me you don’t want to miss out,” Xanthe’s bold statement hushed Sheila as try to contemplate what Xanthe was saying. Xanthe did not wait for the stunned shop keeper to figure it out for herself. She leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. Xanthe reached down by her sides and took the woman by the hands. “Shall we?” Xanthe guided Sheila past her into the tight confines of the change room and shut the door behind her. The room was a tight fit with two people squeezed into it. Sheila was seated on the bench Xanthe standing in front of her. “I’m not sure what you think you’re doing … but,” offered Sheila as she watched Xanthe bend over and lean into her, kissing her on the neck and softly nibbling on her flesh. Xanthe watched as the shop keeper shivered from her touch. Xanthe sucked on her ear lobe, breathing softly into her ear. “You know exactly what I’m doing,” responded Xanthe as she sunk to her knees in front of the woman. “So why don’t you help me get these clothes off?” Xanthe tugged at the tight mini-skirt Sheila was wearing. It scrunched up around her waist and revealed delicate black lace panties. Xanthe could just make out a thick bush of pubic hair under them as she felt for the seam of Sheila’s shirt. Sheila was obviously excited by the sudden spontaneous turn of events and assisted Xanthe as she pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it away. Xanthe licked her lips at the sight of Sheila’s sizeable bust, her swollen nipples jutting out against the fabric of her matching black lace bra. With a calculated move Xanthe reached around Sheila’s back and unhooked her bra, letting her heavy breasts fall free. Xanthe admired them as she fondled and played with Sheila’s hard nipples, her tender areolas bringing a sigh of release. Xanthe Files XXX004 Xanthe nuzzled against the swollen tits brushing them with her cheek and nose, her warm breath tantalizing to Sheila whose breathing had become deeper and more concentrated. Xanthe’s tongue gently flickered over the hard bud. Sheila stirred in an effort to encourage Xanthe into doing more. Xanthe’s hand slid down Sheila’s soft stomach and over her bunched up skirt finding the inside of her thighs. She fingered the sides of Sheila’s panties wrapping the fabric around her index finger and slowly but surely pulling the lace away. Sheila watched as Xanthe tenderly caressed her aching tits, her panties being peeled away below her. A sudden rush of cool air greeted Sheila’s moist crotch. With a subtle nudge Xanthe parted Sheila’s legs further allowing her to position herself between them. Xanthe almost inhaled the shop keeper’s nipple sucking hard on it, causing Sheila to buck and let out a short yelp. With one hand cupping Sheila’s full breast, her mouth sucking on it, Xanthe’s other hand was busy searching Sheila’s tender sex. Her soft prodding was met by the spongy feel of Sheila’s labia, she delicately brushed it with her fingertip making Sheila stir further. Without any warning Xanthe let her middle finger sink down to its knuckle in Sheila’s damp crotch, her finger probing and prodding Sheila’s interior. A deep moan broached Sheila’s lips as she relaxed her shoulder blades against the wall, thrusting her pussy onto Xanthe’s hand. “How about I eat you out?” suggested a naughty Xanthe. Her infectious grin spread to Sheila’s face and she all but nodded her approval, resigned to her fate. Xanthe lowered herself to Sheila’s crotch her nose running through Sheila’s untamed forest of hair. It was a bizarre sight for Xanthe who had never seen a woman with so much pubic hair. She let her finger twirl through the curly black hairs before returning to the main purpose that she found herself between Sheila’s legs. Laid out before Xanthe was Sheila’s glazed skin, her folds pink and wrinkled in a familiar flowering shape. She breathed in the shop keeper’s tangy scent, an intoxicating smell which forever drove Xanthe on. With a quick dip Xanthe tasted Sheila’s juices fueling her own fire. Xanthe’s tongue dove deep into Sheila’s entrance gathering her sweet taste from the walls of flesh which greeted her. With a long drawn out lash Xanthe twirled her tongue around and began to thrust it in and out of Sheila at an increasing pace. Sheila went into a full body shudder as she panted and groaned from Xanthe’s furious licking. With her supple fingers Xanthe teased out Sheila’s hooded clit exposing it to the air, and her adoring gaze. Xanthe tapped on the erect button causing a corresponding rush of juices to flow over her tongue deeply buried within Sheila. Xanthe withdrew her tongue and nibbled ever so lightly on Sheila’s puffy labia making her way to the upright clit. With a soft loving kiss Xanthe took the clit in her lips and rubbed it with a purposeful motion. Sheila bucked and threw her head back, her stifled cries filling the room as she approached climax. After a short nibble Xanthe tore herself away from Sheila and gazed into her eyes. “I think it’s about time you used one of those on me,” said the horny shop keeper. She nodded towards the two sex toys which sat beside her on the bench. “What about management’s hygiene policy?” posed Xanthe with a wry smile. “Fuck management,” replied Sheila, “the boss doesn’t pay me enough anyway.” Xanthe grasped the vibrator in one hand, and the dildo in the other. Sheila grinned maniacally as she watched the two toys disappeared between her legs. Xanthe rolled the tip of the vibrator in her mouth leaving a trail of saliva gleaming on its surface. With Sheila’s assistance Xanthe teased the woman’s clit back to the surface and let the dull vibrations of the toy surge through the hardened bud. Sheila let out a passionate cry and then gasped as she tried to catch her breath from the sudden stimulation. Xanthe slid the toy along her slit stimulating her entire pussy before placing it back on Sheila’s clit. As Sheila bucked and swayed to the pleasurable vibrations Xanthe was grasping the twelve inch dildo. Xanthe led the floppy rubber shaft across Sheila’s aching pussy letting it slide back and forth in her wetness before teasing Sheila’s love canal with the head of the toy. “You ready?” posed a devilish Xanthe. “I’m going to give you the fucking of your life.” Xanthe’s dirty talk caused Sheila to giggle momentarily. As Sheila watched on Xanthe brought the weighty rubber cock to her mouth and ran its head across her cheek and into her mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue across it in a seductive and suggestive display. “You like a cock don’t you?” purred Sheila getting in on the act. “Only if they are big … and rubber,” Xanthe replied in low lusty tone. She giggled as the dildo closed in on Sheila’s parted slit. The head of the rubber cock breached Sheila’s slick pussy. With little effort or force the cock slid deeper and deeper into Sheila. Her legs kicked past Xanthe as the toy hit a nerve and sent a shiver up her spine. “That’s it, take that big rubber cock,” purred Xanthe. “Feel it fill you up.” Sheila moaned in response as Xanthe began to retract the toy almost letting it slip out of Sheila before letting it penetrate again. “Now you’re going to get it,” Xanthe said with an impish grin. She leaned in on Sheila and took one of her heavy tits in her mouth. With a soft suckling motion she began to thrust the dildo at an increasing pace. As Sheila began to climax Xanthe fidgeted with the vibrator controls setting it to its quicker setting. The intense stimulation of the vibrator in concert with the grinding of the dildo and sucking of Xanthe threw Sheila over the top. “Oh I’m there,” cried an excited Sheila feeling her orgasm spread across her body. Xanthe pulled herself away from the spent Sheila bringing the vibrator to her own aroused pussy. Within moments Xanthe had brought herself to climax as the powerful vibrations of the toy dipped inside her. Both women straightened themselves out and Sheila disappeared back to the shop counter leaving Xanthe alone with her cat-suit and the toys. With a mischievous grin Xanthe dressed in her business suit strolled to the cash register to pay for the items. “I think I’ll take those,” beamed Xanthe. Sheila smiled in response, scanning the cat-suit but leaving the toys where they were. “Those are on the house,” Sheila said fondling the toys. “We get new display stock in ever other week, so they won’t be missed.” “Thanks,” responded Xanthe as she took possession of her shopping bags and paid. Xanthe turned to leave the store taking a couple of steps before she heard the shop keeper call out. “Hey, what’s your name?” asked Sheila inquisitively. Xanthe smiled back and waved as she opened the door and walked out, leaving a confused Sheila behind the counter. Xanthe Files XXX005 Author's Note: This series of short stories are intended to be episodic and thus can be read alone. Any feedback, criticisms or improvements are always welcome. The author also invites reader suggestions about what they would like to see Xanthe do next. Xanthe leaned over the polished cherry wood counter that constituted the elaborate bar of the gentleman's club. She had flown into Japan that morning with a senior delegation from work and they had spent the entire day, almost from the moment they stepped off the plane, involved in hectic negotiations with their client's distributors. They had finally reached the end of their negotiations, successful, but tired and left in a alien country which most of them had never been too. One of the senior company executives from the Japanese company had cordially invited them to what he considered the perfect place for the seven weary travelers to have dinner, learn a bit about his country and find a relaxing environment. Xanthe remembered the hushed talks between her boss, Mr. Phillips, and the Japanese executive and his aides. She got the strange feeling that they were talking about her, their quick glimpses towards her and animated discussions only made her more suspicious and that conclusion easier to reach. Xanthe was the only woman in the seven member delegation and she surmised that the discussion was about whether they could bring a woman into the exclusive gentleman's club. She was surprised that her short, dumpy, balding boss was so adamant that wherever the party went, Xanthe had to be included. The senior Japanese executive did not appear to be happy with the decision and as soon as they walked into the luxurious surroundings of the club's inner sanctum he promptly disappeared to visit with other executive colleagues, thus leaving his aides to apologize and cater for his foreign guests. Xanthe had heard of the famous Japanese gentlemen's clubs, they were somewhat of a secret brotherhood for the wealthy and powerful, a combination of a bar, restaurant, health spa and brothel which catered to the rich elite of Japanese society. The club was nothing like she had ever seen back home. She tried to remain somewhat unnoticed when they walked in, not wanting to be the source of any offence to the patrons' sensibilities. After dinner they retired to the bar. It was the middle of the week and most of the businessmen who frequented the club had left early for home. Only a smattering of businessmen sat in the lounge with their female hosts, who served drinks, talked to them and provided entertainment. The dimmed lighting, soft tranquil music and exquisite flowing artwork of the interior all engendered a soothing atmosphere. The longer the party had stayed the more at ease Xanthe began to feel. The other patrons of the club had stopped gawking at her and uttering comments under their breath, doubtlessly shocked by the presence of a woman. Their Japanese accompaniment gradually filtered out and the seven foreigners were left to the gracious company of several Japanese female hosts. The women brought them drinks and playfully sat on the laps of a couple of the senior associates who shared a laugh with them. Mr. Phillips, the short bald rotund boss watched quietly from the end of the bar with a grim look on his face as his employees enjoyed their time. He looked down the bar and saw the petite red headed Xanthe sitting at the opposite end, isolated from everyone else. She seemed to be half asleep. Xanthe felt extreme relaxation, her senses turned off to the outside world. It was an extraordinarily blissful state to be in. All of sudden she snapped back to attention, a vibration running through the heavy wooden counter and up her elbows deep into her being. Her eyes shot open and she turned to see what had disturbed her peace. It was Mr. Phillips. "We should be heading off soon, we'll have another long day tomorrow," he announced, his gravelly voice carried with it the connotation of authority. None of the senior associates behind him paid the comment any attention, they continued to drink and unwind with their hosts. A tall lean Japanese woman walked up to Mr. Phillips. Xanthe eyed her as she bent over, wearing a traditional floral kimono she whispered in his ear. Her long flowing black hair caught Xanthe's attention. It was tied up in an intricate arrangement with a pair of chopsticks skewering the knot. He shook his head and took another sip from his drink. The woman continued, her hand delicately resting on his shoulder, but he seemed adamant that he wasn't interested. The woman turned and looked Xanthe in the eye. Her crimson lips formed a broad smile. She turned and left the two colleagues to continue their conversation. "Damned women won't leave you alone in this place," Mr. Phillips bellowed to Xanthe but also calculated for the others to hear. "I told her I'm married and I didn't want to have a 'massage' as they keep saying." He finished the last of his drink and roughly clanged the glass on the bar counter, the woman who had talked to him was now standing behind the counter in the process of cleaning up the empty glass with another respectful smile and bow of the head. Xanthe followed her across the room. She seemed to float calmly around the drunken bodies of her colleagues but offered them limitless attention when necessary. The woman returned to Mr. Phillips side again whispering to him, again he seemed to refuse her advances. He stood up, the woman stood a few inches taller than his short stubby figure. He reached into his pocket and produced some notes giving them to her. She turned and headed for the main door disappearing behind one of the paper walls. "Right you guys, I'm going back to the hotel," Mr. Phillips declared. "I expect all of you to be back at the hotel shortly after me. We have a lot of important work tomorrow and I don't need any off-color team members. Remember you're here representing the firm, no trouble." With that the bullish man followed the same path as the Japanese woman to the front door and cloak room. The senior associates didn't seem to be too fussed by the boss's demands and as soon as he was out of hearing range they shared a laugh, undoubtedly at his expense. Xanthe went back into her slumber, thinking to herself, her mind descending into total relaxation and her body mellowed in turn. She watched as one of the senior associates stood and gave his host a small peck on the cheek and with a round of laughter headed for the door. He was followed shortly thereafter by another, and then a third. The club seemed to be emptying gradually. Xanthe remained alone but enjoyed the peaceful ambience. The same Japanese woman materialized in front of her. Xanthe gazed innocently at her, watching her perform a variety of tasks. Suddenly the sound of voices erupted to her left and she turned to see what the commotion was about. A middle aged Japanese businessman, in his immaculate suit strolled jauntily out of the rear hallway with a female host on his arm. The two shared a few laughs and a rapid fire conversation that Xanthe could not readily understand. She had seen men and their hosts go back and forth from the rear hallway all night, it appeared that the rooms behind the bar were for more 'personal' entertainment. Xanthe turned back towards the bar and met the woman's gaze. She had stopped tidying up the bar and was watching Xanthe intently. The Japanese woman smiled and gave a polite nod. "You are all alone?" she asked in a quiet respectful voice. "Ummm, yeah I guess," Xanthe replied, she looked down the bar to see that her colleagues had disappeared and there was no sign of their hosts. "Yeah, I'm alone. My name is Xanthe." "Hello Xanthe, my name is Kimiko." The woman's voice was delicate, almost childlike, but still had all the elegance of a woman of age. "I am one of the hosts here. If there is anything you need or desire I am only too willing to help you." "Thanks, but I don't know if I ..." "It is alright, some people are a little hesitant, but I assure you it is quite natural," Kimiko interrupted Xanthe. She quickly apologized for cutting the fiery redhead off. Xanthe examined her pale complexion obviously well covered in makeup, her crimson lips and her strikingly well defined brown eyes. Her features were so warm and welcoming that Xanthe was left in a quandary; she didn't know quite what Kimiko was offering. "So what do they do in the backrooms?" posed Xanthe. She was pretty sure that she knew the answer but asked anyway. "Oh, backrooms ... they are for, how do you say? Massage," replied Kimiko in a calm everyday voice. "Do you want to see the rooms?" The question penetrated deep into Xanthe's psyche, she was never backward about being forward, and after a couple of drinks the tranquil, sedate surroundings had peaked an interest inside her. She opened her mouth to respond but found Kimiko holding a solitary finger up as if to stop her. She watched as Kimiko rounded the edge of the bar and stared down the hallway before turning back to Xanthe and offering a cursory smile. Xanthe climbed onto her feet, they felt light and she effortlessly caught up to Kimiko who glided down the carpeted hallway. To each side were thin paper walls and sliding doors which were common to Japanese architecture. The lights from each small room shone through the paper walls casting shadows of their inhabitants. Xanthe could trace the shapes of at least two people in close proximity to each other in each of the rooms. She could also make out the soft chatter of the inhabitants. Kimiko stopped and pivoted gracefully, her robed hand gently sliding the door to one of the last rooms open. A dim light burned inside the little room and Kimiko stepped back urging Xanthe to enter first. She stepped into the doorway and noticed the sparsely furnished room. A plain white futon mattress lay half sunken into the center of the floor. Two spindly indoor plants sat in the far corners, the back wall was an extravagant water feature with a steady stream of water trickling down its rock face from the ceiling to the floor. The soft lighting and subtle splashing sounds of the room echoed the relaxing atmosphere of the entire club. "If you would like, I can give you a massage. To relax you?" Xanthe spun on the spot having drifted off again and totally forgetting Kimiko's presence. "Ahhh, yes ... sure, where do you want me to sit?" Kimiko gestured with her hand and Xanthe knelt down on the edge of the mattress, sensing Kimiko hovering behind her. Xanthe drew in a deep breath as Kimiko's long slender fingers firmly worked through the fabric on her shoulders and gradually squeezed all resistance out of her neck. She could feel her head lull, her eyes shut and the determined motion of Kimiko's skilled hands coaxing her to relaxation. "Wow, that is great Kimiko," purred Xanthe feeling relaxed but also strangely invigorated. The shoulder massage continued for a couple more minutes before Kimiko abruptly stopped and Xanthe was forced to bring herself back from her blissful state. "Would you like to continue?" Kimiko's polite voice rang out. Xanthe turned slightly so she could see Kimiko who had stepped back away from her shoulders. Her eyes ran down the gorgeous Japanese woman's body. Despite being clad in a kimono, Xanthe knew that Kimiko had a trim figure. Without any conscious thought she could feel herself beginning to get wet, just at the thought of seeing Kimiko naked. "Yeah, that was great. I'd love you to continue." Kimiko smiled briefly but then returned to her conservative demeanor. "If you would like to get undressed and lay down on the bed I can give you a full body massage. I will just step outside so you have privacy." Xanthe was a little disappointed that Kimiko had left, she watched as the subservient woman bowed and guided the paper door shut. A naughty thought crossed Xanthe's mind. She couldn't see Kimiko from inside the room but she knew that Kimiko could see her silhouette from the hallway. What better way of subtly heating the evening up than with a slow seductive striptease. With a smug smile Xanthe wiggled her blazer off her shoulders and lowered it to the floor, letting it drop lightly. She turned side on in the light to accentuate her petite frame as she leaned over she ran her hands down her legs and slipped her conservative heeled shoes off. She pivoted to her other side and eased her blouse free from her waist with a slow seductive display, plucking each button open. The little display only heightened Xanthe's own sexual lust, she could sense that familiar tingling between her legs and noticed her nipples had grown hard and sensitive to touch. With a quick jerk she peeled her blouse open and slid it from her shoulders and down her back. She took a deep breath to emphasize her pert chest, her hands sliding back up her taut stomach and over her clad breasts. A cheeky notion crossed her mind, without much modesty she groped her pert breasts through the lace of her delicate bra. The straps dropped to her shoulders and with a quick flick the undergarment fell to the floor, leaving her pointy nipples jutting out of her lean silhouette. A brief shiver ran down her spine, her sexual heat growing ever more. She fidgeted with the waist of her skirt, the zipper giving way easily and with a sexy thrust she pushed her ass out and slid the skirt to her feet before slowly stepping from it. She faced the paper door and spread her legs in an open stance which highlighted her firm torso and trim legs. Xanthe gently rubbed broad circles over her mound, her tiny thong giving way to her every whim. The feeling of toying with herself in close proximity to a stranger was exquisite. Xanthe had to quell a deep seeded moan which threatened to escape her lips. "Are you ready?" Kimiko's calm voice penetrated the paper door. Xanthe was caught off guard. She quickly turned back to the mattress and almost threw herself onto it. She lay face down as the door began to slide open. Xanthe eased into a comfortable position, subtly parting her thighs, baiting Kimiko on. She took a deep breath as Kimiko leant over her and cast her shadow over her bare back. Xanthe couldn't see what Kimiko was doing but could smell an alluring scent spread throughout the room. She inhaled the intoxicating aroma, a mixture of floral and perfumed scents. She quivered sharply as a jet of golden massage oil splashed onto her pale skin and trailed down her spine. Kimiko's gifted hands made sensual contact with her shoulder blades and began to tease her flesh. Again Xanthe inhaled deeply, refusing to let out a beckoning moan as Kimiko kneaded every inch of her back, coming tantalizingly close to her buttocks before reversing course. A second jet of oil splashed across her shoulders and Kimiko's slippery fingers eased up her spine and to the base of her neck. Xanthe finally let out a soft moan, trying to muffle it as best she could, she could feel the tingling in her crotch becoming more intense and pleasurable. Without wanting to be too obvious she rocked her pelvis side to side bringing a little relief to her growing urges. "Are you enjoying the massage?" Kimiko put succinctly. "Oh yeah that is fantastic Kimiko," moaned Xanthe, a faint shiver spreading through her body as Kimiko tweaked another nerve. Xanthe squeezed her eyes shut and let the pleasurable sensations further excite her. Another low moan escaped her lips as a third squirt of warm oil spread across the small of her back. She let herself drift off into the abyss, the soft poking, prodding and kneading putting her into a state of total relaxation. Xanthe could feel the tight skin on the back of her thighs melt under Kimiko's touch. With a sudden jerk Xanthe snapped back to reality, she could feel Kimiko rubbing the length of her calves and heels. She hadn't appreciated how far she had drifted off. She dipped her head around her shoulder and looked down her body, Kimiko catching her eye and politely smiling, her glistening hands continuing to do their work. She watched as Kimiko's fingers slid up her thighs and over her buttocks, she could feel them subconsciously tighten, but they soon gave way as Kimiko began to manipulate the soft tissue. Xanthe expected Kimiko to snare her thong, but no such feeling thing occurred, when suddenly she realized that tiny garment was gone. Kimiko must have removed them while she was unaware. Xanthe took a measured breath. She could feel herself getting hotter and hotter, her pussy getting wetter, and her delicate nipples catching the soft fabric of the mattress. She pressed down firmly on her lips and felt her body squirm under her as her desires began to peak. Kimiko's deft massage was bringing her dangerously close to climax and that well-known need for release ran through her mind. "How do you feel?" asked Kimiko softly. Xanthe couldn't take the stimulation any longer. She swiftly rolled over onto her back, her slick skin squishing against the mattress. Kimiko appeared to be shocked by Xanthe's boldness and straightened up. Xanthe cast a piercing stare into her soft brown eyes. "You're making me feel so hot, I just want to get off," purred Xanthe in a low seductive tone. Xanthe kicked her legs out a little further, showing her bare mound. She watched as Kimiko's eyes darted down at her crease then back up to her gaze. "Will you get me off?" Xanthe toyed with her hairless mound, her fingers dancing across her skin and down over her puffy folds. She pried the engorged flaps apart with a longing look, exhaling gradually as her efforts further stoked the fire burning inside her. "Umm, I will see what I can do," Kimiko responded tentatively. She stepped back and slid the door partially open and slipped out of the room, shutting it firmly as she disappeared. Xanthe stopped almost immediately not sure what had just transpired. She looked down at her naked body and then back up at the door. Perhaps she had overstepped the mark. Maybe she had scared or offended Kimiko. She sounded unsure in reply. It seemed like a couple of minutes had passed, the room sat still, the air silent. Xanthe looked over at the folded pile of clothes next to the bed. She sat up and contemplated getting dressed and the precarious situation that would greet her as she tried to slip out of the club. Suddenly the door eased open and she looked up to see Kimiko enter, an indeterminate look on her face. "Oh, I thought you had left," stammered Xanthe, not used to being on the back foot. "No, I just needed to retrieve some things," was her curt reply. Xanthe noticed that Kimiko was holding an item in each hand, but her long kimono obscured her view. "Would you like an intimate massage?" Xanthe gulped, her throat had gone dry all of a sudden as she looked on in anticipation. The polite manner in which Kimiko had put the issue was stimulating in itself. "Sure, I'd love an intimate massage." "Good," Kimiko smiled warmly, "please sit on the edge of the futon." She coaxed Xanthe closer with a wave of her clad hand, Xanthe still unable to see what she held under the long sleeves. The petite red head stretched her legs out across the floor in front of the bed, her rear perched on the edge of the low lying mattress. Kimiko bent over and for a moment Xanthe thought she was about to kiss her, but she moved straight past her and looked down at Xanthe's moist lap. "Have you ever had internal stimulation?" Xanthe didn't know exactly what Kimiko was saying. Her delayed response caused Kimiko to look back up at Xanthe, she offered a friendly smile. Xanthe caught a quick reflection from whatever Kimiko held in her right hand. She tried to get a better look but to no avail. "Umm, I don't know," answered Xanthe honestly not knowing what her Japanese host had asked. Xanthe Files XXX005 "It is very good, you will enjoy it." Kimiko gave her kimono a quick tug, her hand revealing two silver balls about an inch and a half in diameter. Xanthe stared intently at them, ben wa balls, she had heard of them from girlfriends before but had never experienced what pleasure they could bring. Kimiko let the balls roll in the palm of her hand and juggled them between her fingers, getting closer and closer to Xanthe's hot sex. Xanthe nearly jumped as the first ball made contact with the sensitive skin of her pussy lips. Her eyes never left the shiny balls as Kimiko rolled each ball, one at a time, down the length of her slit. Each ben wa ball caught some of Xanthe's excess juices and became lubricated in Kimiko's hand. "That feels good." Kimiko smiled in response and looked into Xanthe's soft brown eyes. Xanthe felt drawn to her crimson lips but she remained stationary. She stirred momentarily as Kimiko slid the first ball over her puffy labia and into her love canal. The cold surface of the ball provided an intense feeling to shoot through her lap before the ball came to a rest. With each miniscule movement of her hips a reciprocal twinge of pleasure rose from her pussy. "Hold the ball inside you," instructed Kimiko. She pushed the head of the ball back inside Xanthe with the tip of her finger, just as it threatened to slip out. The second ben wa ball rolled down Kimiko's fingers and Xanthe could feel her pussy part once again as a second cool sensation greeted her. She inhaled slowly as each ball butted against each other and rolled around inside her, tweaking her sex and promoting her lust to new heights. Xanthe lowered herself back onto the mattress and lifted her legs into the air, the gentle rolling of the balls continued to stimulate her. She pressed her index finger firmly on her mound and slowly stroked her moist skin. She gazed back up at Kimiko who returned the look. Kimiko delicately loosened the waist band on her kimono. She slid a long sinewy leg out from under the garment and into the soft light. The kimono parted up her chest and Kimiko slithered from the floral robe. The traditional garment dropped to the floor in a maze of colors, leaving the toned physique of the Japanese woman in the open. Xanthe watched as Kimiko unfastened her black lace bra and tossed it to the floor, her moderate sized breasts topped by dark areolas. With a brief shimmy she slid her sexy black panties down her thighs and stepped out of them. A small wedge of closely cropped pubic hairs caught Xanthe's carnal interest. "So what do you have in mind now?" purred Xanthe, her fingers tracing a tight circle over her engorged folds. Kimiko hovered over the edge of the bed. She leaned over Xanthe who glared at her breasts as they softly swayed. The urge to take one of the dark hardened nubs in her mouth was foremost in her mind. "I'm here to pleasure you. All you need to do is relax." Kimiko's slender fingers spread out as she reached down and gently lifted Xanthe's hand away from her moist slit. Xanthe obeyed the woman's urgings and looked on passively as Kimiko's finger tips made contact with her excited skin. Almost immediately she began to stroke the length of Xanthe's pussy, her fingers collecting Xanthe's juices and easing her path across Xanthe's contours. Xanthe let out a passionate moan as Kimiko parted her crease and probed the soft underlying flesh. She shut her eyes as Kimiko found her target and began to tap the very edge of her hardened nub. A lusty cry pursed her lips as the manual stimulation began to take effect and she found it harder and harder to remain stationary, her hips resisting the overwhelming instinct to buck and rock against the source of pleasure. "Ahhh, Kimiko you're going to make me cum, so hard," she cooed. Kimiko remained silent, continuing to please the horny Xanthe. Xanthe couldn't hold on any longer she was coming dangerously close to a massive orgasm. Her pelvis thrust back into the air as she pushed her shoulders down into the mattress and lifted herself into Kimiko. Her host stepped back cautiously but continued to rub her to satisfaction a moment longer, before suddenly stopping. A look of concern stared back at Kimiko, Xanthe letting her pelvis sink back onto the mattress. "You will get onto you hands and knees, yes?" Without any hesitation Xanthe carefully rolled herself onto her side, making sure that the ben wa balls did not slide out of her well greased pussy. She dutifully propped herself up on her hands and knees, her rear thrust back towards Kimiko. She took in a deep breath as Kimiko began to massage her firm well rounded buttocks, a hint of the perfumed oil carrying to Xanthe's nostrils. Xanthe looked back over her shoulder to see Kimiko holding the bottle of massage oil in one hand. She gradually poured some of the oil onto Xanthe's rear and again began to manipulate the flesh back and forth, the kneading sensation pushing and pulling at her skin and causing the two balls to squirm inside her. "What are you going to do?" begged Xanthe her voice a little raspy. She gulped trying to soothe her dry throat but was again taken by the blissful sensations of Kimiko. "You will see," teased Kimiko with a naughty grin. Kimiko rubbed down Xanthe's crevice with her thumb, applying firm pressure, some of the massage oil easing her passage across the taut skin. Xanthe stirred as she felt it cross her anus and over her perineum. Kimiko returned the stroke, this time dabbing her thumb in some of Xanthe's own juices. "That feels good." Xanthe took a deep breath as she felt her buttocks being pried apart. The hard edge of Kimiko's fingernail brushed against the inside of her cheek and Xanthe could sense that she was prodding closer and closer to her anus. A slick finger began to work itself up and down her perineum bringing Xanthe to the brink of orgasm once again, her passionate calls resulting in a slower more deliberate pace from Kimiko as she prolonged the inevitable. "You will enjoy this," posed Kimiko is a sweet seductive tone. Xanthe watched as she disappeared behind her and then reappeared with something hanging loosely from her hand. "What is that?" Xanthe said not having seen exactly what Kimiko had. "They are anal beads," she replied in a matter of fact way. Xanthe caught a brief glimpse of the transparent red beads attached to each other by a short amount of string. "You need to relax for these to work." Xanthe didn't know if she could get any more relaxed, her natural instinct when Kimiko probed her anal region was to tense up. She took a measured breath and let her body fall limp as Kimiko resumed rubbing around her puckered hole. Xanthe was not new to the joys of anal sex but Kimiko's relentless stimulation brought with it a sense of adventure. She felt herself tense up again, but made a concerted effort to relax. The first glass bead dangled down between her cheeks and quickly warmed to her touch, its surface already lubricated. "Are you ready?" whispered Kimiko. With a subtle nod Xanthe shut her eyes and drew in a breath in preparation. She felt the bead rub up against her rosebud anus, her ring remaining stoic and refusing to give way. Kimiko gave the toy a gentle nudge which spread Xanthe slightly and left half the bead buried inside her. Xanthe gasped, feeling her sphincter stretched to accommodate the toy. The bead disappeared inside her anus and an intense burning came and went quickly. She could feel the tight string of the toy rubbing against her skin as another bead waited near her waiting hole. "Ahhh, Kimiko I don't know how much longer I can hold on for." There was no acknowledgement of Xanthe's pleas. A second bead butted up against her tight ring, with another subtle push it slid inside her. The burning sensation was prolonged this time, Kimiko pushing a third and fourth bead into Xanthe's hole. She began to feel a strange fullness in her ass like never before as the beads crammed for room and bobbled around each other. "God Kimiko that's too much! That feels so incredible," Xanthe's voice was deep and full of longing. She gasped for air as a fifth and sixth bead pushed their way in and the fierce heat she could feel deep inside her reached fever pitch. "Mmm, bring me off ..." Kimiko smiled wryly but did not comply with Xanthe's passionate demands for release. There was still another two beads left in the string and then she planned to bring Xanthe to a massive crescendo. "You will enjoy the pleasures of having them withdrawn even more," she offered with a calm yet mocking voice. Xanthe protested with a muffled yelp. The final two beads breached her rim and buried themselves deep inside her. Xanthe quivered as she felt Kimiko give the string a playful tug without freeing any of the beads. The intense concentration Xanthe placed on the anal beads almost made her forget the pleasurable stirrings of the ben wa balls. "Please Kimiko, bring me off, I can't take it anymore," Xanthe pleaded through clenched lips. She pushed her rear back into Kimiko suddenly, but the sprightly host stepped back from her and again evaded her attentions. All of a sudden Xanthe felt the first bead gradually force its way past her inner wall and popping free of her sphincter. The sensations were unbelievable and Xanthe could feel her knees waver, her body tremble and her orgasm begin to peak. With a deep ardent groan Xanthe braced herself for more. The second bead rubbed against her tight ring, its elasticity put to the test as the toy drew harder and harder. The glass sphere squeezed free from Xanthe's anus and she let out an incoherent mumble gritting her teeth as the same pleasures filled her again. Xanthe found herself anticipating the third bead as it positioned itself, but Kimiko quickly tugged on the string, the third and fourth beads popping free in quick succession. Xanthe's legs shook and she found it necessary to lower herself onto her elbows and almost lay her upper body out, her body convulsing with desire. A low grumbling moan reverberated through her lungs and filled the air of the small room. "Kimiko, I can't hold on any longer ..." begged Xanthe. Once again Xanthe braced herself against the tightening of the string as another bead forced its way deep inside her. She took a desperate grip of the mattress with her hands and stiffened the muscles in her legs. It was just as she anticipated the bead breaking free of her tight hold that she felt Kimiko's slender fingers brush over her pussy labia. With an abrupt shudder Kimiko plunged two probing fingertips inside Xanthe and tapped one of the ben wa balls. Xanthe was almost reduced to tears as the two balls bobbled insider her aching pussy and Kimiko jerked another bead from her anus. The feeling of fullness in her orifices was briefly broke by the sudden retraction and the stirring inside her. Her forehead plunged onto the mattress and she let out a deep visceral moan, her orgasm waiting in the wings. "Please, Kimiko, please, let me go." Xanthe's voice sounded almost remorseful and full of desperation. Kimiko knew that the teasing had gone on long enough. It was time to bring Xanthe to climax. Kimiko withdrew her fingers from Xanthe's wet slit, content that she had teased the balls enough. She slowly and purposely drew another bead with the string. Xanthe almost bucked as the bead passed through her sphincter and seemed to sit half way through for a moment before popping free. Another lusty cry followed. She reached under Xanthe and felt along her clean shaven mound, tracing back over the tip of her crease and rubbed her puffy lips from side to side. Again Xanthe cried out loud. With deft touch Kimiko unsheathed Xanthe's hardened clit and softly rolled it between her long fingers. "Ohhh, that's good ... fuck yeah ..." purred Xanthe throwing her head to the side and trying to catch a glimpse of Kimiko. Kimiko smiled politely, still unflustered by the whole affair, and it was during this calm grin that Xanthe was sent over the edge. Kimiko's rubbing reached a furious pace and with a swift pull she tugged the last two glass beads free from her anus. The sudden passing of the two beads shot through Xanthe's body and she felt her body begin to rebel. A warm glow spread through her limbs and up into her torso, an intense burning coursing through her crotch. "Oh God I'm cumming!" Xanthe didn't need to announce it, Kimiko could see her physically shake and her joints and muscles become jelly to her touch. Xanthe crashed back onto the bed in a heap, leaving Kimiko to swiftly retract her hand and the beaded string. She could still feel the two ben wa balls squirm inside her. With tremendous effort she forced herself to roll over onto her back and face back towards her Japanese host. Xanthe reached down to her aching pussy and with a subtle press the first ben wa ball emerged, dripping in her juices. It dropped onto the mattress and rolled into a depression while both women stared curiously at the toy. Xanthe didn't have to do much more to retrieve the second ball. It slid free of her love canal and joined its partner. A small trickle of tangy juices trickled down her crease and over her perineum. "That was unbelievable," purred Xanthe content, her eyes locked on Kimiko. Her host reached down and collected the slick ben wa balls. She turned and put her underwear and kimono back on then dutifully bowed to the spent redheaded woman. "I will fetch you some towels to clean yourself with." And with that the Japanese woman left the room leaving Xanthe to sink into the soft futon and catch her breath. What an evening. She had never experienced such intense pleasures in her life and she promised not to forget Kimiko's secrets anytime soon. Xanthe Files XXX006 Authors Note: This series of short stories are intended to be episodic and thus can be read alone. Any feedback, criticisms or improvements are always welcome. The author also invites reader suggestions about what they would like to see Xanthe do next. It was getting close to dinner time, the night dark and overcast, a constant drizzle falling all around Xanthe as she ducked out of the bus and into the open. Her business suit and four overloaded grocery bags were all that protected her from the rain as it dampened not only her body, but her mood. Work had been particularly hectic that day. She had to stay behind to pick up after two of her colleagues called in sick and left her with an urgent file which needed to be handled. She almost had to run from the office to the small grocery store near the subway and do her weeks shopping or she would have gone hungry. Weighed down by the heavy brown paper bags she then rushed through the rain to catch the bus for the short ride back to her apartment. By the time Xanthe had crossed the busy main road in front of her apartment building she was well and truly drenched. Her normally fiery red hair was matted and stuck down against her scalp. Her suit seemed to absorb every drop of water that came into contact with it. The grocery bags were saturated and looked ready to give way sending their contents scattering across the pavement. Xanthe finally managed to dig out her keys and bypass the security entrance at the ground floor lobby to her building. She wrestled the groceries across the brightly lit, sparsely decorated lobby and into the elevator which waited on the ground floor. She took a deep breath as the doors shut and the elevator began to scrape into motion taking her to the sixth floor. She looked into the mirrored finish on the back of the elevator door and noticed her reflection. Her drenched short hair sat limply on the top of her head. The tiny hint of makeup she had put on in the morning had long since washed off or worn away. A few droplets of water worked their way down her thin pale face and collected on her chin, forcing her to rub it against her damp shoulder. The elevator door chimed as it gradually opened and let her out onto her floor. Xanthe looked attentively at her grocery bags fearing they were about to burst at the seams. Her sinewy legs glided across the carpeted hallway, around the corner and to her familiar door. A plain silver number nine was all that showed to the outside world. Xanthe sucked in a few deep breaths, just catching her breath from her frantic journey home and brief run across the road. She let her keys jingle as she tried to shake them into their proper order, looking for the correct one by feel rather than by sight, the shopping bags obstructing her view of her hand and the doorknob. Xanthe jammed the wrong key into the slot and swore quietly into the vacant hall. Her fingers nimbly found what she thought was the correct key. Just as she was about to try the door again one of the bags under her left arm gave way sending her groceries tumbling across the floor slamming against the wall with a dull thud. Xanthe tried biting her tongue but could not help herself. She stared up at the ceiling and grit her teeth, swearing out loud in an effort to relieve some of the frustration. She scanned the floor seeing the bag’s contents strewn about. She cursed again at the thought of having to clean up the mess when all she wanted to do was lie down and have a relaxing drink. As Xanthe struggled with her keys and stepped around a jar resting near her feet she sensed a shadow cast itself over her. She stopped what she was doing, the fine hairs on the back of her neck beginning to rise. The shadow grew larger and Xanthe froze not sure exactly what to do, still half believing she was alone. “Hey there, do you need a hand?” A female voice carried over her left shoulder. The voice didn’t immediately register with Xanthe as being one familiar to her. It certainly could not be either of her male neighbors. Xanthe suddenly remembered that her neighbor in number ten had moved out last week and a new person had bought the apartment. Could this be that new person? Xanthe turned tentatively, shuffling the bags still in her arms. She cast her eyes upon a trim figured woman of average height. She had dark shoulder length hair and soft features, her dark eyes immediately caught Xanthe’s attention with their deep ponderous gaze. The woman calmly crouched down and retrieved a jar which sat near her feet. “Looks like you could use a hand,” she repeated, nodding towards the closed door and stepping closer. “Uhhh, yeah if you wouldn’t mind,” Xanthe replied politely. She dangled the keys from her hand and the woman reached out and took them from her, their fingers making momentary contact. Xanthe gazed at the woman as she fed the key into the door, standing only inches away from her. She was wearing an old worn out pair of overalls slung over a plain white t-shirt. She had cream colored paint splashed over the front of her overalls and spotted across her fingers and forearms. Xanthe concluded that she must have been renovating her new apartment. “There you go,” the woman happily reported turning to smile gleefully at Xanthe as the door swung open. The woman then reached down to fetch some of the groceries which had spilled at Xanthe’s feet. Xanthe caught a glimpse of her firm buttocks as they strained against the dirty overalls. Xanthe knew she should not have been looking at her new neighbor but found she could not help herself. “Thanks for that,” Xanthe said with an equally cheery voice, she stepped inside the door and sat the bags down against the wall immediately beside the entrance. Her new neighbor stood respectfully at the door not wanting to enter uninvited. Xanthe noticed her looking around as she turned back to face her. “It’s been one of those days hey. My name is Xanthe.” “Hi Xanthe, my name is Linda, I’ve just moved in down the hall in number ten, so I guess we’re going to be neighbors,” greeted Linda. “I see you’ve been renovating,” replied Xanthe making small talk and trying to show some interest in her neighbor. She was still undecided whether she really wanted to entertain someone this late in the night, or just relax in solitude. “Must be busy,” she quipped with a nod in the direction of Linda’s apartment. “Oh yeah, I’m redoing the entire apartment, top to bottom,” she smiled. Xanthe was again trapped by her dark ponderous eyes, a captivating feature which seemed to enslave her attention. “I’ve been working in there since I arrived this morning, it’s a disaster, I’m living out of moving boxes while I’m doing it all.” “That doesn’t sound like fun. I don’t know whether I’d be able to live that way. I’m too fussy about my surroundings,” Xanthe giggled. “So are you new to the area?” “Yeah, I haven’t seen much of the city other than this building. I don’t know anybody around here.” Xanthe didn’t know if Linda was purposely trying to sound lonely or overwhelmed, but it was working. She felt a hint of compassion and remembered how hard it was for her to meet new people when she moved to the city. Something inside her almost felt obliged to invite her new neighbor in for a proper introduction and chat. “Why don’t you come on in and have a drink. Consider it an opportunity to meet your first person in your new home,” Xanthe said with a smile. She leant over and grasped the crumpled grocery bags before turning towards the long counter which jutted out from her open kitchen separating it from her modestly decorated living room. “Okay, thanks for the invitation.” Linda collected the last of the scattered items and cradled them in her arms following Xanthe to the kitchen counter. “Here’s the last of them …” giggled Linda as she juggled the groceries in her arms and Xanthe fished them out and put them on the counter top. “Thanks for that,” grinned Xanthe, “what do you want to drink?” The tone of her voice betrayed just a hint of naughtiness. “Ummm, I’ve actually got some wine chilling in my fridge back in my apartment. I was hoping to have it after I finished painting, but it looks like that might take another day or two. It would be fantastic right about now though,” Linda replied. Xanthe thought she caught Linda wink but could not be sure. She nodded in response to Linda’s proposal. “I’ll just get cleaned up and be right back with the wine.” Xanthe watched as Linda ducked back out the front door easing the door shut quietly. A dirty thought crossed her mind and she clenched her thighs tightly as a mischievous smile came across her face. She turned around and popped the cap off her favorite bottle of scotch. She couldn’t be sure how long Linda would be but knew she needed a stiff drink before the night went any further. She took a long sip out of her freshly poured glass and felt the soothing heat of the alcohol slip down her throat and warm her chest causing her to close her eyes in bliss, forgetting her damp clothes and hectic day. A sudden recollection crossed her mind as she remembered that she had left some of her personal things lying around in her spare room, the so called “room of sin.” She darted down the hallway and pushed her way into the room immediately adjoining the kitchen. The room boasted a large floor to ceiling glass window which showed the city lights off. Immediately next to the window in the corner was a Jacuzzi which she had installed recently. In the opposite corner of the room was a large deeply padded kidney shaped bed and a set of closets sunk into the wall. A large entertainment center finished the room off in what would appear to be a very strangely melded room, not quite a bedroom, not quite a living room and certainly not a bathroom. With a quick sweep of her hand she collected the black plastic bag which sat in the middle of the bed. She tried her best to pull the sheets on the bed taut but struggled with the glass of scotch still in her hand and the bag hanging from her other. She took a step over to the closest closet and with a deft touch with the toe of her shoe she slid the door open. “Shit,” cursed Xanthe as she swung the unbalanced bag onto a shelf in the dark closet and some of her drink splashed down her fingers onto the carpeted floor. The bag finally found its mark and peeled back as the air escaped from it. Without too much thought Xanthe grasped the door and was about to slide it shut when she noticed the contents of the bag jutting out. Sitting tall on the shelf and unsheathed from its plastic cover was a long flesh colored rubber cock. Xanthe peered at the sizeable toy as she drew the door shut, but found herself stopping her actions and gazing adoringly at the veins which ribbed the thick toy. It had brought her to one of her biggest ever climaxes only the night before and that warm glow which had accompanied it reappeared fleetingly. Impulse seized Xanthe and she let go of the door and found herself stroking the hard knob of the cock and letting the veins tickle her palm. An unexpected knock rang out from her front door snapping Xanthe out of her lustful thoughts and adoration of the toy which had so pleased her. She swore under her breath as she pulled the sliding door shut and flew around the corner back down the hallway and into the kitchen. She took a final swig of her scotch and tipped the remainder down the sink not wanting to seem rude and unable to wait for her neighbor to return. “Come in!” she called louder than was necessary. Linda pushed the door open and stepped into the entrance giving Xanthe an opportunity to look at her in her more natural light. Linda wore a tight sexy cocoa colored one piece dress with daring spaghetti straps running over her shoulders and down the plunging back of the dress. She noticed that Linda had also donned a pair of sleek pumps and a sparkling bracelet which caught the dimmed living room lights. Her neighbor shut the door behind her and walked to the other side of the counter brandishing a large magnum of fine French champagne. “Sorry, I thought I had a bottle of wine in the fridge, but I only had this champagne. Hope you don’t mind?” Xanthe couldn’t believe the size of the magnum and the fact that it was a rather expensive brand of champagne. She subconsciously licked her suddenly parched lips and made direct eye contact with Linda. “That’s not a problem at all.” Linda looked pretty happy with the response she had received from her host and watched attentively as Xanthe popped the cork with a loud bang and a small amount of froth jetting out of the bottle. Both women had a giggle at the familiar sound of the champagne bottle. With seemingly little effort Xanthe topped off two tall wine glasses with the effervescent liquid. She handed one to Linda as she rounded the end of the counter and guided her guest towards the two leather sofas which faced a big screen television in the corner. Linda’s cocoa dress almost disappeared in the similar colored sofa as she sank bank into its comfortable surrounds. Xanthe sat across from her and turned her body to face her guest. Both women took a deep gulp of the sweet champagne letting the bubbles tingle their palates. “I was hoping to use that bottle to christen my new apartment, but it seems fitting that it christen what I hope is a long friendly relationship with my new neighbor,” toasted Linda with a pearly white smile and genuinely friendly look. Xanthe raised her glass as a muted reply to Linda’s toast. “So Linda, tell me about yourself.” “Well what can I say,” pondered Linda for a moment. “As you know, I’m your new neighbor, I’m new to the city you’re the first person I’ve met … um. My life story … I was born and raised in a small country town but that life never quite suited me. I like to live a more … energetic … exciting lifestyle.” “Really?” Xanthe offered as she took another mouthful of champagne, the subtle tang of the alcohol starting to have an inebriating effect on her. “Well …” Linda said coyly, “I like to get out and meet people, you know … go nightclubbing, dancing, all that kind of stuff.” She let out an almost nervous giggle. Xanthe found herself being drawn by Linda’s dark brown eyes. The two of them endured a moment of silence in which both of them managed to finish their drinks. Xanthe offered her hand intimating that she would fetch another drink. Within moments Xanthe was back with two fresh glasses of champagne noticing Linda had gotten herself well and truly buried in the deep sofa. She took particular notice of Linda’s glossy wet lips as she bent over her to give her the glass. Xanthe had detected a hint of lipstick on Linda’s empty glass making her curious as to why her neighbor had made such an effort to just drop by for a casual drink. “We should go nightclubbing sometime, I love to get out on the dance floor and let my hair down,” commented Xanthe. Linda finished sipping her champagne a dimple forming in the flawless complexion of her cheek. “Well I don’t know if you are interested in the kind of clubs I go to,” Linda replied. “But if you are, it would be great to at least be assured I came home with someone.” Linda giggled at her cheeky comment, but Xanthe remained guarded while following the conversation. Was Linda going out of her way to flirt with her? Xanthe prided herself in rarely getting these kinds of things wrong and she knew she was physically attracted to her neighbor. But there was still an element of doubt in her mind. “You never know, I go to some funky clubs when I get the opportunity,” Xanthe offered in response trying to draw more out of Linda. She watched as Linda’s uncovered sinewy legs crossed over and her left leg slid seductively up her right and over her knee. It was a flawless display of courting in Xanthe’s mind, just the kind of subtle move she would make when determining another woman’s interest. Linda pushed herself forward and over the lip of the sofa preparing to stand up. “Ummm, I’ve got to use the toilet.” “Oh yeah,” Xanthe blurted out as she straightened her train of thought trying to ignore the trim lines of Linda’s shoulders and the snug fit of her dress. “It’s just down the hallway second door to your right, you can’t miss it.” Xanthe sat in solitude, just like she had planned on her way home before she had happened upon her new neighbor. She polished off the last of her second glass of champagne and noticed that it had been almost ten minutes since Linda had left the living room. She clambered out of her seat and walked around the kitchen counter placing her glass in the sink and wondering what was taking Linda so long. Hidden beside the end cupboard nearest the hallway was a tiny television monitor connected to her security system. Xanthe switched the monitor on and cycled through the hidden cameras she had in most of the rooms around the apartment. And there was Linda. Linda had taken a detour into Xanthe’s “room of sin” and was looking around at the strange layout of the room. Xanthe watched as her guest prowled around glancing over her shoulder at the door to the room every few seconds, obviously conscious that she should not be there. For a moment Xanthe was relieved that she had cleaned up before her guest had started snooping, but in a more mischievous way she wished she hadn’t. Xanthe’s mind filled with plans of how she could take advantage of the situation when all of a sudden Linda turned and slid open the closet which Xanthe had only shortly before thrown her new toy in. Linda’s reaction was unsurprising. She appeared to take a half step back but then reached out with both her hands. The security monitor flickered, momentarily disrupting Xanthe’s undivided attention. She found her thighs clench together tighter in anticipation of what Linda was about to discover, her right hand sliding down her blouse and over the fabric of her damp business skirt. An electric tingle danced across her mound bringing visions of lust to her mind. There in Linda’s dexterous fingers was Xanthe’s big rubber dildo, its head wavering as Linda appeared to fondle and examine it. She appeared to bring the tip of the toy closer to her face and almost sniff it, letting it rub down her chin. The scene was proving overwhelmingly provocative to Xanthe whose hand had begun to perform broad circles over her clothed snatch. A quiet sigh crossed her lips as she waited with baited breath for Linda to do more. “Did you find the bathroom alright Linda?” called Xanthe down the hallway. She quickly returned her attention to the security monitor. Linda surprised by Xanthe’s voice almost dropped the dildo, her head swiveling around madly as she scanned her immediate surroundings. “Ahhh I’ll be right there,” Linda announced with a slight tremble in her voice. She took one last longing look at the toy and with a brief smirk she let the head of the rubber cock slide down over her pert chest, over her taut stomach and finally across her mound. The rubber parting the sheer fabric of her dress as she led the toy up and down her clothed crotch twice more, her eyes shut as she imagined the sensation of riding the sizeable cock. Linda tossed the toy back into the plastic bag it had sat in and quietly pulled the sliding closet door shut. She pulled her dress straight and glanced at herself to make sure she was presentable. Xanthe returned to her seat in the living room as Linda reappeared looking a little apprehensive. Xanthe cast a smug grin at her guest as she eased herself back into the sofa where she had sat before. Linda nervously pushed her hair back away from her cheek and took hold of her half full glass of champagne. “I was beginning to think you had fallen into the toilet,” quipped Xanthe. “Did you find what you were looking for?” Xanthe Files XXX006 A nervous Linda tried to smile but her eyes betrayed her uneasy state. “Ummm, yes I found the bathroom alright … I was just having a look at some of the artwork in your hallway …” “How rude of me, I should have taken you on the full tour when you arrived,” Xanthe interjected with a playful tone. She bounded to her feet and beckoned her neighbor to follow her back down the hall. “Follow me.” The two women headed past the kitchen and back down the familiar hallway. Xanthe stopped to open her bedroom door and showed it to Linda, then the bathroom which her guest was supposed to have visited. Xanthe noticed that Linda had left the door to the “room of sin” ajar, she turned to her neighbor with her characteristic smirk. “What’s this doing open, I’m pretty sure I closed it before I left this morning.” Xanthe let Linda step past her into the room. She left the door wide open and pushed up behind her guest, her breath coolly wafting across Linda’s neck. She could see Linda tremble faintly, further exacerbated by Xanthe’s soft touch as she brushed elbows with Linda. “This is my entertainment room,” Xanthe said emphasizing the room’s purpose. “When I have company over it is a great way of breaking the ice. So many people are somewhat … fascinated by the layout of the room.” Linda who was still a little apprehensive at being brought into the room where she had been snooping around in tried to remain calm and pretend that she was seeing things for the first time. Xanthe pointed out the Jacuzzi in the corner, the large kidney shaped bed and some of the kinky abstract art which featured on the walls. Xanthe let her neighbor walk around the room getting a feel for its very unique atmosphere. Linda turned to her host and cast a seductive figure as she swilled some of her champagne. “I bet the guys love this room,” ventured Linda with a wry smile obviously sensing the room’s true purpose. There was no doubt in Xanthe’s mind that Linda was on to her subtle attempts to coerce her true intentions to the surface. She took in her guest’s slightly toey demeanor, her attempts to cast a seductive pose, her restrained fidgeting and her silky soft tone as she charmed her host with feigned interest in the interior décor of the apartment. Xanthe was now becoming impatient with the chase. They could go on flirting all night without any resolution. She remembered an old maxim which she had lived her life with on so many occasions. Be bold. Xanthe pivoted and headed back towards the sunken closet which lay between the kidney shaped bed and the doorway to the room. She glanced over her shoulder to see what her guest was doing. She cast a curious look at her new neighbor. Linda’s eyes widened as Xanthe approached the sliding closet door. She watched apprehensively as her petite host placed a hand softly on the door and let it slide open with no apparent effort. There still standing on end was the flesh colored rubber cock which she had only moments before been admiring. Xanthe grasped the rubber cock slowly and purposefully, bringing it across her body in a way to guarantee attention. Xanthe wanted to make Linda squirm uncomfortably for a moment. She cast a mischievous grin at her dark haired neighbor. “Guys would love it if I ever brought them home, but most of them wouldn’t like it when I pulled out my big rubber cock.” Linda was not stunned by the sight of the dildo; she was stunned by the sudden turn in events and at her host’s bold move to expose Linda’s snooping. She tried to stutter a reply as Xanthe closed the distance between the two of them, the toy bouncing in her hand as she glided across the room. “But I know plenty of women who love to play with my big rubber cock,” purred Xanthe, her breath washing across Linda’s plunging neckline. “Do you want to play with my big rubber cock?” The two women’s eyes were locked together, Linda breaking her gaze momentarily to see Xanthe thrust the sex toy between them, its head pointing ominously at her. Xanthe watched her neighbor’s eyes return to her own and she leant towards her and gently kissed her on the lips, Linda’s lips offering no resistance as she tried to say something. “Ahhh … how did you know?” Linda stammered. “How did I know what? That you were flirting with me all night long? Or that you were going through my things while you were supposed to be in the toilet?” Xanthe gave Linda no opportunity to reply. “Does it matter? We are both here now and we both want something to happen.” Xanthe let the very tip of the dildo touch Linda’s stomach and slowly slide down her body. She kissed Linda again, their wet lips binding together as they embraced passionately. “How about we get a little more comfortable and I can show you precisely what this room is for?” cooed Xanthe in between kissing Linda and feeling her trim figure. The two women began to slowly gravitate towards the kidney shaped bed in the corner neither of them looking where they were going, kissing the entire time. Xanthe wrapped her arms around Linda, the rubber cock thumping into her back as Linda’s tongue became more adventurous and her obvious lust for the moment surfaced. With a nimble tug Xanthe had slid the hem of Linda’s dress up around her waist, revealing her smooth pelvic lines and a naughty black g-string. Linda wiggled her shoulders just enough to allow the spaghetti straps which had held her dress in place to slide down her arms and let the front of her dress plunge down around her waist. Xanthe stepped back and took in Linda’s brilliant form, her olive colored skin, her soft brown eyes and her dress roughly wrapped around her waist. With a deft flick of the wrist Linda’s strapless bra tumbled to the floor revealing her pert breasts topped by two tempting buds. The two women resumed kissing, Xanthe’s hand working Linda’s nipple between her fingers much to Linda’s satisfaction. “Oh Xanthe,” cried Linda, the two women taking a moment to catch their breath. “I knew from the moment I saw you that I just had to have you …” Xanthe did not give Linda a chance to finish. She took a long step back and let her blazer drop from her shoulders. She swiftly but carefully unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped her business skirt. In seconds Xanthe stood in front of her new neighbor wearing only her silver colored bra and thong. “Get on the bed,” Xanthe demanded with a feeling of authority. She watched as Linda returned a cheeky smile, her hands loosening her crumpled dress so that it fell to the floor readily. “And take that off.” A finger pointed directly at Linda’s tiny g-string. Linda crawled onto the bed, lavishly thrusting a leg in the air before shimmying out of her last article of clothing. Xanthe crawled across the bed where an excited Linda laid, her movements like that of a stalking cat. She crept over the top of Linda and gave her a lascivious kiss with her tongue lingering long after their lips had parted. Xanthe could feel an almost animalistic desire come over her, she wanted to devour her prey and Linda appeared willing to let Xanthe have her way. Linda watched as Xanthe’s lips worked their way down her neck and across her chest. She stopped to take one of her swollen nipples into her mouth and gently tug at the hardened nub, a sigh escaping Linda’s lips. “Oh God, Xanthe that feels so good.” “You haven’t seen anything yet,” was Xanthe’s muffled reply as her lips and tongue hovered over Linda’s taut stomach and down to her belly button, stopping momentarily to lick its sensitive underside. She could feel Linda quiver under her, undoubtedly in anticipation of where Xanthe was heading. Linda took in a deep breath as Xanthe’s finger playfully manipulated what remained of the small patch of closely cropped pubic hair. The teasing was exquisite, Xanthe’s warm breath dancing across Linda’s wet mound as Xanthe drew closer and closer to her target. Xanthe nuzzled her nose against Linda’s moist pussy lips teasing her slowly and erotically. She let the tip of her tongue ease down Linda’s crease tempting her neighbor into a passionate moan. Xanthe smiled to herself, her head buried down between her neighbor’s legs with her sex totally exposed and vulnerable to Xanthe’s whims. Without announcement Xanthe let her tongue roll out over Linda’s damp flesh, tasting her for the first time. She savored the sweet tang that greeted her taste buds as she inhaled back on a patch of Linda’s labia. Linda squirmed underneath Xanthe then settled with a deep moan. Her hand had now reached out and entangled itself in Xanthe’s short red hair, urging her on. “Don’t stop Xanthe! That is sooo good!” Xanthe had no intention of stopping. She let her lips and tongue slowly work Linda’s spongy tissue not wanting to delve too quickly into Linda’s delights. She let Linda buck as her tongue probed her entrance just offering enough stimulation to elicit a response, but stopping before Linda went overboard. She was saving her neighbor for something much more interesting. She began to lash Linda’s pussy more furiously, catching the dark haired woman unawares and causing her to cry out in surprise. She could feel Linda retreat up the bed as she sat up to watch Xanthe do her work, offering a short whimper or squeal as Xanthe found her sweet spot with devastating effect. The cries of her neighbor also drove Xanthe’s own lust to new heights, she found herself needing some relief. She let her hand slide down her body and frantically pushed her thong to the side so she could feel her own hot sex. She was greeted with the warm moist touch of her engorged labia, her pussy stimulated to its fullest. She slowly began to work the flesh to and fro with broad sweeps of her hand, her fingers getting momentarily caught in her underwear as they did their work. “Mmm, your taste is amazing,” purred Xanthe trying to get a reaction from her clearly worked up partner. “Do you want more?” Linda responded with a muffled hum of assent and a look of studied concentration as she gazed adoringly at her host’s petite figure stretching out from her lap and spilling over the side of the unusually shaped bed. Xanthe led the flat of her tongue across Linda’s excited flesh, lower and lower, till she arrived at Linda’s opening. She brought up her free hand and prodded Linda’s lips apart just enough to let her tongue slide in. Linda instantly cried out in ecstasy as Xanthe began to lap at the sensitive flesh inside her. The passionate cries drove Xanthe’s own self pleasuring to greater lengths. She again tugged her thong away from her raw sex and fingered herself with renewed vigor. A wave of pleasure came across her causing her lapping to become even more furious, elongated and prolonged. Linda bucked wildly as Xanthe’s tongue pounded in and out of her before collapsing back onto the bed almost spent by the sudden increase in stimulation. A deep moan breached Xanthe’s own lips as she rolled away from Linda’s lap, her back sliding down the side of the bed and onto the floor. She looked down to see her fingers tangled in her thong, its normal silver color more of a sodden grey caused by her own excitement. Xanthe fished her hand out of her thong, not satisfied with her own efforts and knowing that she still hadn’t produced the trump card. She clambered back to her feet. “I hope you’re not done yet, because I’ve got a surprise for you,” Xanthe said with a certainty in her voice. Linda’s head gradually lifted from its resting place on the bed, her eyes focusing on the foxy red head and her damp crotch. “It’s time for you to meet my big rubber cock like I know you want to.” Linda murmured a few unintelligible words in reply. She cleared her throat with considerable effort, a second surge of energy coming over her fatigued figure. “Mmm, I was wondering when you were going to get that out.” Linda spread her legs a little further in a provocative display, two of her well manicured fingers prying her folds apart, a smug grin spreading across her face. Xanthe’s own nervous fingers slid down her sides and finally freed her of her soaked underwear. With her own cheeky grin she unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Xanthe stepped over the open closet and reached into the dark shelf where the dildo had once resided. She felt around blindly for a moment and retrieved what she was looking for, a black leather harness. Xanthe raised her eyebrows in a suggestive manner as she slid the straps of the harness around her legs and up to her waist. “So you want my big rubber cock?” posed Xanthe as she bent over to grasp the dildo which had been lying flaccid on the floor next to the bed, kicked off during one of Linda’s exertions. “Give it to me Xanthe, give it to me with your big rubber cock,” begged a horny Linda. She thrust her ass a little higher into the air to emphasize the point. Xanthe let Linda watch as she finally fastened the rubber cock to its harness. She produced a bottle of lubricant from the closet. Xanthe knew just how erotic the sight of a well greased cock could be and made a point of letting the lubricant dribble out of the bottle, over the toy with a little dripping to the floor. She tossed the lube aside without a care as to where it landed and let her right hand loosely wrap itself around the thick shaft of the toy. Linda watched with baited breath as the lubricant excess lubricant squished between Xanthe’s fingers and gave the toy a thick glistening coat. “Now that I’m all greased up, it’s time for you to feel my cock,” purred Xanthe in a lusty tone. “Flip over, on your hands and knees, and stick that gorgeous ass of yours out.” Linda obediently complied with Xanthe’s commands, rolling over on the bed and thrusting her tight rear back towards Xanthe, her feet dangling off the edge of the bed. She had definitely found her energy reserves and was keen to feel just what her host could do in the heat of the moment. With one hand on the slippery toy Xanthe reached out with her other hand and teased Linda’s cheeks with her fingers letting them part and shut repeatedly. Her fingers traced their way down Linda’s crevice and over her puckered hole, getting a yelp in response. She found the familiar contours of Linda’s slit and gently massaged its length, her other hand aiming the head of the massive rubber cock towards her entrance. “Mmm, let’s see how much you can take,” Xanthe panted. She let the lubricated head of the toy slither around Linda’s folds but refused to push any further, letting her guest become accustomed to the cock’s sizeable girth. “You like that don’t you?” “Oh God yes Xanthe, slide it home.” With a deft thrust Xanthe let four inches of the cock fill Linda’s void, the neighbor looking back over her shoulder and giving a stunned but pleased look. Xanthe noticed how Linda’s folds had stretched to encompass the thick shaft of the toy, slowly encountered the raised veins which lined the sides. Linda let out a cry of pleasure as Xanthe began to rock back and forth gradually introducing a little more of the twelve inch toy, Linda rebelling against the deep penetration. “Shit Xanthe, that is good … Ohhh!” “Yeah you like that,” came the reply, Xanthe’s voice reverberating as her crotch slammed against Linda’s firm rear end. “Oh I’m going to fuck you hard for playing with my toys when I wasn’t around.” Xanthe thundered into Linda with one quick motion the rubber cock penetrating Linda further than before. Linda yelped in response her lungs working overtime as she sucked in much needed air to keep up with Xanthe’s repeated thrusts. Xanthe looked down at Linda’s saturated pussy, her juices mixing indiscriminately with the thicker lubricant to create a series of gushing and sucking sounds which filled the air. The rubber cock was now buried almost nine inches deep inside Linda. The dark haired vixen returned some of Xanthe’s efforts by pushing herself back onto the toy, but she could take no more of its massive size. Xanthe reached under the toy and with a skill earned from her considerable experience she found Linda’s hardened nub and began to stroke the small button causing Linda to reply with vigorous thrusts back onto Xanthe’s cock. “God Xanthe, I’m so close,” Linda sucked in another deep breath. Her voice betrayed a mixture of lust and fatigue. “Please finish me off …” Xanthe herself was almost exhausted by her efforts and knew that her guest could not take much more. Xanthe herself had experienced all the toy could offer the night before and found its excessive size drained her of her lust quickly as it brought her to a massive orgasm. “You asked for it.” Xanthe let the cock slide out of Linda letting it dangle against her cheeks and slide down her crease before ramming it back home. She repeated the same motion again and again. The effect of the toy stretching Linda and then slipping back out before stretching her again caused Linda’s elbows to give way. Her upper body crashed to the mattress and her legs began to shake as her orgasm began to surge through her body. “Hold on a little longer, don’t cum yet.” Xanthe knew Linda couldn’t take any more and she finally slid the cock home and worked it back and forth in a frantic manner as Linda’s entire body began to quiver and a deep soul touching moan carried from her lips. A hand appeared from under her waving a belated signal to stop as Xanthe let her cock retract for the final time, its surface glistening in a Linda’s juices. With studied concentration Xanthe lowered herself down onto the bed next to Linda. Her sloppy dildo rubbing across the stomachs of the two women as they shared a loving embrace and a few measured kisses. Both women knew that neither of them would be leaving that bed tonight, and to Xanthe that was just fine. “That was amazing,” cooed Linda. “I think we are going to be the kind of neighbors who get along just fine.” “Just remember you owe me one,” Xanthe said, softly kissing Linda on the cheek. “And I know where you live.” Both women giggled knowing that it was not going to be the last time they saw each other. Xanthe Files XXX007 Authors Note: This series of short stories are intended to be episodic and thus can be read alone. Any feedback, criticisms or improvements are always welcome. The author also invites reader suggestions about what they would like to see Xanthe do next. It had been a long month at work for Xanthe and she was looking forward to a couple days of rest and relaxation away from the office. As the weekend drew closer Xanthe had made an appointment at her favorite health spa for the total treatment to forget some of the stresses of her hectic life. There was nothing more relaxing than a facial, manicure, pedicure, waxing and massage, a guaranteed way of reenergizing her weary body and rewarding herself for all her hard work. With her appointment made Xanthe took the opportunity to sneak out of the office early, giving herself a long lunch break and the afternoon off. Without a care in the world she casually strolled through the front door of the exclusive health spa and into an environment of extreme relaxation. The front reception counter and waiting room were surrounded by large broad leafed plants, a rock garden and water fountain which made its way around the edges of the room. Soft music played in the background, mixing with the gentle trickle of the water feature and the murmurs of content clients enjoying their appointments in adjoining rooms. Xanthe checked in with the young dark haired woman who sat behind the front reception. She courteously pointed her to a nearby chair in the waiting room which Xanthe gladly accepted giving her feet a chance to rest. She noticed her reflection in the pool of water which lay only an arms length away. Her short wavy red hair, defined shoulders and petite figure all reflected back towards her. She wore no makeup anticipating her appointment and the chance to have a professional show her some new ideas. The tranquil surrounds had a soothing effect on her usually fiery temperament at work. The office had become a frustrating place in the last few days and the dramatic change in environments was not lost on Xanthe’s mood. Xanthe began to slip into a daydream state which bordered on a deep sleep and seemed to last hours but was in fact only minutes. A well manicured hand reached out and gently touched her on the shoulder, causing Xanthe to spring to life. A gorgeous blonde woman with deep blue eyes leaned back and waited for Xanthe to respond. It took a few moments for Xanthe to collect her thoughts as she climbed back to her feet and exchanged greetings with her beautician, Marissa. Marissa could not have been more than 25 and sported an obviously well looked after body. She had a trim figure, accentuated by the tight fitting one piece white uniform, ending revealingly half way down her thigh. It reminded Xanthe of the little dresses that nurses wore in adult films a thought which brought a little titillation to her mind and a wry smile to her face. She duly followed the gorgeous woman past the front reception, all the time admiring her long shiny blonde hair as it bounced across her shoulders with every step. Xanthe expected nothing less from a staff member at the exclusive health spa. She was beautiful, elegant and had a certain aura which commanded attention. The two women reached an open archway which led into a large room dominated by a massive glass dome which allowed the sun to cascade down onto the women who sat at the various stations with their beauticians. The walls were a rich green which appeared to come alive with the bright natural lighting cast upon them. The pure white uniforms of the beauticians appeared like beacons, providing a stark contrast to their surroundings. Xanthe turned to find Marissa waiting to speak with her. Xanthe was about to mumble an apology for not paying attention but was quickly cut off. “I’m really sorry about this but normally we’d do your waxing and massage first, but our staff are a little behind at the moment and things are topsy-turvy. What we can do though is leave you here with one of our nail technicians and you can have your manicure and pedicure first. Then we should be able to do your waxing.” The strawberry blonde phrased her words in such a way that Xanthe had little choice in the matter. She was not overly concerned with the sudden turn in events. She was there to relax after all and there was no point in getting upset about the situation. She agreed in an uncharacteristic meek tone and was promptly introduced to her nail technician for the day. She was an older woman whose fingers and wrists were adorned with several pieces of chunky gold jewelry and who had an unusually distinguished voice. Xanthe took her seat at the woman’s work station, two padded seats with a low set desk sitting between them. She placed her hands on the table and allowed the woman to get started. ***** It was almost an hour later when Xanthe was finally finished with her manicure and pedicure. She felt absolutely stress free. Marissa had returned, creeping up behind her and hovering while Xanthe’s pedicure was finished. She picked up Xanthe’s discarded shoes and motioned for her to follow her in a friendly manner. “So did you enjoy your manicure and pedicure?” Marissa inquired as they padded their way further down the hallway to another room. “Oh yeah it was great, she really does excellent work,” Xanthe replied genuinely admiring the job which the nail technician had done. She looked at her bare feet as she walked down the cushy matting which ran down the center of the hallway. She had decided to let the woman sell her on a bright glossy red nail polish breaking her away from her usual habit of only wearing clear enamel. The change brought with it the sneaking feeling that she was trying to draw more attention to herself. “That is a really nice color too,” the beautician said as she turned to open a door to their right. “Here we are.” She ushered Xanthe past her and then quietly shut the door behind them. Xanthe was greeted by a small room centered around a flat adjustable padded table which matched the dark opaque green color of the walls. In the corner of the room stood another beautician who was busy preparing something on an adjoining counter. “This is Rebecca, she is a trainee here and she will be helping me today,” Rebecca was a curvy brunette who stood a little taller than Xanthe and Marissa. She nodded with a smile, greeting the fiery red head as Marissa opened a nearby cupboard and began to retrieve some things. Whilst both beauticians carried out their tasks Xanthe took a moment to cast an eye over each woman in turn. Xanthe noticed that Marissa was holding a stack of folded white towels in her arms and waiting for Xanthe to turn around. With a warm smile Marissa nodded towards a door behind the table. “We’ll get you to go back there into the changing room and take your clothes off, have a hot show and get into one of our robes. The hot water will help loosen the hair follicles and make the waxing easier.” Xanthe took the armful of folded towels and robe from Marissa who turned back to the cupboard she had been digging through. She noticed that Rebecca had turned to look at her from the corner of the room, a bright smile still on her face as she appeared to be heating the wax slowly. “It’ll also give me some time to finish up here,” quipped Rebecca in an affable voice with a brief giggle. Xanthe caught a final glimpse of Marissa as she stepped back out into the hallway leaving Xanthe and Rebecca alone in the room. “I suggest you have a long hot shower, it will make it less painful. Oh, and leave your underwear in the change room they’ll just get in the way.” For a moment Xanthe thought she saw Rebecca wink. The buxom brunette turned back to the counter she was working on giving Xanthe a glimpse of her soft curvy lines pressed up against the tight fitting uniform she wore. She noticed Rebecca’s ample bust sway gently and how Rebecca wore her uniform with the top two buttons undone revealingly showing some skin and a hint of cleavage. Without further delay she walked into the dark change room, offset on both sides by the lighting of the waxing room and another sky lit room containing the showers a long mirrored counter. Xanthe absently drew the door closed behind her with no thought whatsoever, placing the stack of towels on one of the low rising benches which ran down the centre of the change room. Xanthe set about getting undressed, unbuttoning her plain white blouse and hanging it up in one of the stalls that lined the wall. She slipped her knee length business skirt off leaving her in her tan colored pantyhose and black lace bra and panties. The flash of a mirror located in the corner of the change room caught her attention and she eyed her taut figure. With a playful slap on her stomach she resumed getting undressed looking forward to having a nice hot shower. Xanthe slipped on the medium length white bathrobe and collected the remaining white towels. After adjusting the water to just the right temperature Xanthe slipped the comfy robe off her shoulders and stepped into the clear glass shower stall, lightly closing the door behind her. The water had an immediate soothing effect as she basked in its warmth and its soft splash. Finally alone Xanthe began to contemplate her upcoming waxing session. She had had a Brazilian waxing before and had always found it an irresistible turn on. The sharp contrast of the intense pain of the wax being torn from her skin followed by the warm tingling of her newly stripped skin caused her to smile. The thought alone brought an inkling of eroticism and Xanthe took a deep breath and shut her eyes remembering the last time. Xanthe’s hand slid down her midriff and over her mound catching the small patch of pubic hair which she had allowed to grow. Normally she was a fervent shaver but had decided to let it grow enjoying the feeling of having another slide their fingers through it. She opened her eyes just enough to see her newly polished crimson red fingernails sliding through her patch. Her fingers coming dangerously close to her suddenly aroused pussy. She let out a muffled sigh as the warm water trickled through her hair and down her back and shoulders. Her index finger traced a slow delicate path over the very tip of her folds and disappeared between her thighs. Xanthe murmured as her fingertips gently caressed her excited sex, building momentum with every stroke. The swift increase in stimulation led to her breathing becoming more ragged and exaggerated. She drew in a few deep breaths trying to steady herself as she slowly slid her middle finger deep inside her, feeling just how wet she had become. Almost immediately her eyes sprung open and darted across the room. She felt as if she was being watched and she tried to conceal her angst as she searched the brightly lit shower room and the dark shadows of the adjoining change room. Her heart beat loudly in her ears and she tried to regulate her breathing in response to the dramatic shock which she had felt. With a carefully crafted move she allowed her finger to slide out from between her legs the moment of erotic lust lost. Xanthe turned her back toward the change room trying to reassure herself that it had just been her imagination playing tricks on her. But the subtle feeling of not being alone sat in the back of her mind as she slowly scrubbed herself with some liquid soap. As Xanthe finished washing her legs she wondered if anyone could have slipped into the room whilst she had been washing herself. Could someone be hiding in the shadows of the dark change room? And if someone had been there, who could it have been? A mischievous thought came to her mind, the thought of the beautiful Marissa and her flowing blonde hair standing back and watching her masturbate knowing that she was just about to have Xanthe totally naked and exposed on the waxing table. A familiar feeling greeted her senses as she thought of being secretly watched in the shower. Her hand slipped down between her legs yet again and with a soft purr she let her finger slide back inside her. With a deliberate slow pace she pushed her finger in and out of her pussy. Her other hand slid up her wet chest and found her rock hard nipple and began to tweak the small bud stretching it gently away from her pert breast. The monotonous pumping of her finger increased in speed and intensity, her mind racing through the sight of an aroused Marissa watching her. Xanthe was about to let out a moan when her mental stimulus changed dramatically. Gone was the strawberry blonde and now she imagined the buxom figure of Rebecca watching her intently. She could feel a devilish grin crease her face as she imagined Rebecca cupping her breasts and balancing them trying to manipulate them through the fabric of her uniform. A second finger bolstered her efforts as Xanthe found herself leaning back against the shower and spreading her legs unconsciously helping continue her self pleasuring. She could see Rebecca’s long nails hitching up her short skirt and kneading the soft flesh insider her thighs, a provocative look radiating from her face. Xanthe opened her eyes staring directly out of the glass shower door back into the change room, her body displayed for anyone who hid in the shadows. She let an audible moan escape her lips hoping to provide anyone in the change room with a seductive display. She let her fingers slip back out of her pussy and stroked its entire length with her slippery digits, focusing on the very top of her folds with a rough side to side motion. If anyone was watching there could be no doubt in their mind, she was making it obvious what she was doing and it brought an incredible amount of desire to the surface. A darkened shape shifted along the back wall of the change room, her heart stopped, her senses alerting her to the sudden movement. Xanthe held her breath not entirely sure if it was her imagination once again, a small crack of light beamed through the darkness. Was it the door being opened? Or was it her imagination? Xanthe opened the shower door slowly, hoping that her actions were so clear that anyone out there would realize what she was doing. She turned her back giving the shadowy figure, if there was one, the chance to sneak back out of the room unseen. She dried herself and donned the warm luxurious robe, her hair wrapped in a towel. After a few moments to compose herself and let her hair dry out she removed the towel and headed back through the change room towards the waxing room, light spilling under the door that separated the two rooms. As she reached out to open the door, she noticed it was not fully closed and a simple tug with her finger caused it to swing back towards her. Her eyes readjusted to the bright fluorescent lighting of the small room. Rebecca had her back to her and she watched as the brunette slowly turned to face her, a smile on her face. “Oh you’re finished are you?” “Yes, it was really nice to have a long hot shower, really relaxing,” Xanthe replied raising her eyebrow perceptibly to emphasize ‘relaxing’ as she addressed Rebecca. Xanthe noticed that Marissa had returned and was laying out the cloth strips which they would use during the waxing. “If you’d like to pop up on the table, we’ll get started in a minute,” Marissa offered, her hand patting the thin cushioning. Xanthe clambered up on to the table with the assistance of a small step. She kicked her legs out and propped herself up with her hands leaning back. Her robe parted just a hint as she waited for the beauticians to start. Rebecca stood beside Xanthe’s shoulder holding the wax in a bowl while Marissa positioned a couple pieces of backing cloth on the edge of the table. Marissa opened the ends of Xanthe’s robe exposing her pale legs, in desperate need of some sunlight. “We’ll start with your legs and move up from there,” stated Marissa with a business like tone. She muttered a few rapid fire words to Rebecca who closed in on the blonde beautician. Rebecca began to pour the hot wax on Xanthe’s left shin. The warm gooey feeling of the wax brought with it an alluring thought. Xanthe watched as the amber colored wax set and Marissa placed the backing cloth over it with a firm press. “Deep breath.” Marissa’s arm flew up into the air the wax and cloth following it. An intense burning sensation greeted Xanthe’s senses followed by a dull heat centered on the area that had just been waxed. The women did not waste any time in pouring a second batch of wax on Xanthe’s right shin and seconds later repeated the process. Xanthe could feel her newly manicured nails digging into what little padding lay behind her. She marveled as the two women worked quickly to scour her legs with the hot wax, approaching her still aroused crotch. Several times Marissa stopped Rebecca and gave her firm instructions, the trainee paying dutiful attention but inwardly it was clear she resented the verbal scolding. Xanthe could tell that despite Marissa’s young age she was a demanding person. Rebecca on the other hand appeared to be a bit more of a free spirit who preferred to do things her way. The slightly abrasive relationship intrigued Xanthe even more than the notion that the two women were about to see her pussy exposed and vulnerable. The wax on Xanthe’s right thigh was torn off in one swift move, Xanthe nearly yelping as the pain bit at the sensitive flesh on the inside of her thigh. Marissa stood back and let Rebecca take over as she supervised. Xanthe noticed Rebecca’s long nails as she let the wax smear across her upper thigh, her robe riding a little higher as the beautician cleared some more room for her work. Just as Rebecca was about to tear the wax away a knock on the door rang out. Both beauticians turned to see another staff member popping her head around the door jam to pass on a message. Before Xanthe could refocus Rebecca tore the strip away, this one burning with more ferocity than the last, the skin on her pelvis flushed red in response. “I’m sorry, something has come up and I have to disappear for a few minutes,” Marissa said in her usual warm voice. “I’ll leave you in Rebecca’s more than capable hands.” Marissa had a couple of quiet words to her trainee which Xanthe could not hear. Rebecca nodded in response and Marissa promptly left the room, closing the door behind her. Rebecca offered a smile as she prepared the next batch of wax and poured it on the opposite thigh. Again she brushed Xanthe’s robe back, this time catching just the slightest hint of her pussy. “Thank God she’s gone. She may seem like a nice person but she can be awfully overbearing for someone who’s only 25,” quipped Rebecca a smug look spreading across her face. “Yeah she seems to be really committed to her work,” replied Xanthe not sure what to make of the topic. “So you’re only a trainee here?” “Yeah,” answered Rebecca as she pushed the backing cloth down on the wax. “Don’t worry though, I’ve had two years of beauty school and I’ve been working here for three months. So I do have an idea of what I’m doing.” Both women shared a little giggle. Xanthe could tell Rebecca was a genuinely friendly person and she watched as the next strip of wax was pulled away from her body. “Ewww, that one was a real burner.” “Sorry.” “That’s okay, I don’t mind a little bit of pain.” Xanthe had a smirk on her face hoping that Rebecca saw through the not so innocent comment. “Okay, so now we get to the critical part of the Brazilian,” offered Rebecca, her eyes seeming to dart up and down Xanthe’s body and to the other side of the room. She appeared to be a little uncomfortable. “Have you decided what you would like done?” Xanthe offered Rebecca a hand pulling her robe up around her waist, revealing her still tingling pussy and the rogue patch of pubic hair which sat defiantly above it. There hands touched as Xanthe had intended. She subtly stroked the back of Rebecca’s hand with her middle finger causing Rebecca to look her directly in the eyes. Xanthe Files XXX007 With their eyes still locked together Xanthe responded, “I think I’ll have it all taken off. I prefer the clean feeling of being hair free down there.” She put just enough inflection in her tone to make her reply sound like a pseudo-proposal. Rebecca’s hands shook gently as she stirred up the remaining wax and prepared to pour it across Xanthe’s mound. Both women watched intently as the gooey amber substance drizzled from the bowl Rebecca held, onto Xanthe’s crotch and began to set. Xanthe reveled in the warm sticky feeling that the wax brought to her skin. She wished she could watch Rebecca’s long finger nails rub it through her patch. Xanthe watched as Rebecca pressed some backing cloth down on the wax covering her mound. The pressure of the beautician’s hands began to stoke a familiar feeling in Xanthe. She bit down on her lower lip waiting in anticipation of the final stroke. With a deliberate look both women made eye contact once again and without a hint of intent Rebecca ripped the wax from Xanthe’s crotch causing the red head to let out a muffled yelp. “Sorry if that hurt,” Rebecca said immediately. The beautician’s supple fingers traced their way back across Xanthe’s newly shaven pussy but stopped tantalizingly short of where Xanthe would have liked her to go. Rebecca appeared to be admiring her work, “that looks good. If you would please flip over onto your hands and knees we can finish the waxing.” Xanthe noticed a bit more authority and confidence in Rebecca’s voice. She was now in control of her momentary nervousness. Xanthe was more than willing to turn herself over and let the beautician see her most sensual body parts without hesitation. With baited breath she awaited the warm wax to trickle over her crevice and down between her cheeks. Without announcement Rebecca obliged Xanthe’s inner desire and let the wax pour down over her rear. She felt the squishy warm substance consume her already excited flesh. She caught her breath as the hard edges of Rebecca’s nails touched the tissue between her cheeks and helped the wax set in the right places. Xanthe wished that Rebecca would be just a little more adventurous in her duties. “Deep breath.” Xanthe could not help but let out a stifled moan as Rebecca finished her waxing with one foul swoop. She could feel her rear flushed with a powerful burning and a numbness to touch which gradually faded. “Wow, that was …” Xanthe blew a raspberry with her lips exacerbated and unable to find the words to describe the intense feelings which coursed through her erogenous zones. “It seems a shame that that is all that was left.” Rebecca turned and gave Xanthe a quizzical look, not sure if Xanthe was actually proposing that she wanted to have more of her body waxed, or if she was just caught in the moment. “Well we did finish rather quickly and your massage appointment probably won’t be ready for a few more minutes.” Xanthe waited for Rebecca to finish her train of thought. “I know I said I’m pretty experienced for a trainee, but maybe I could offer you a little extra on the house in exchange for you helping me with a little practice.” Xanthe loved the sound of that and smiled in reply giving Rebecca a little nod to continue with her proposal. “Well we’ve just started offering a new service, it’s a cleansing enema.” Rebecca reinforced what she was saying by pointing to a poster near the wall which promoted the service. “It is becoming really popular with our clients but I rarely get to practice it myself … if you would like …” “Sure,” Xanthe said stopping only after she had blurted it out. She knew she had appeared a little to eager in hindsight but there was no taking her words back now. Rebecca’s grin seemed to get even wider and her eyes lit up as she returned to her counter to get find the equipment for the enema. “I’ll just have to prepare a few things.” Xanthe could hear Rebecca drop a few things on the counter. The sound of water splashing in a sink wafted across to her as she tried in vain to see what the beautician was preparing. Xanthe knew what an enema involved but had never had one. Her curiosity blended with the anticipation of trying something knew. “Okay, if you’ll just look forward and try to relax I’m just going to apply a little of this mild anesthetic gel,” Rebecca said with poise. “It’ll feel a little cold at first …” Xanthe wiggled her hips as Rebecca applied the cool gel around her anus. She let out a muffled approval as the gel began to freeze the region. She could feel Rebecca’s other hand subtly knead her left buttock with her fingers. “Just a little bit more … and we can get started.” Rebecca’s finger tip probed Xanthe’s puckered hole spreading a small amount of the gel just inside it. The feeling of the cool gel beginning to numb her anus was exhilarating to Xanthe who found herself getting horny all over again. She fought back the urge to stroke her pussy in unison with the tingling around her hole. “Okay, if you feel any pain at anytime, call out and I’ll stop.” Xanthe could finally see what Rebecca had been preparing. In her right hand she adjusted the gravity fed reservoir which fed a clear plastic tube to a shaped nozzle which Xanthe quickly surmised was about to be inserted into her ass. She watched as Rebecca gripped the lubricated nozzle which was narrow and about four inches long broadening out at the base to a one inch wide plug shape. With a quiver she felt the nozzle butt up against her anesthetized anus and linger for a moment. A deep shiver shot down her spine as Rebecca eased the first inch of the nozzle into her. Rebecca’s left hand returned to her buttock and Xanthe could feel the familiar edges of her long nails as they pressed into her flesh. With a noticeable jerk Rebecca pushed home the entire nozzle leaving it plugged into Xanthe. “How does that feel?” Despite the anesthetic gel Xanthe could feel the nozzle buried inside her. She wanted to let loose but bit her tongue in an attempt to quell her desires a little longer. “Okay I’m going to let in a little warm water now. It may feel a little uncomfortable, just call out and I’ll try and ease the discomfort.” Xanthe could feel the warm water begin to gush inside her. She realized that Rebecca had begun to grope her butt again with her free hand, her other on the hose apparatus. Within seconds she began to feel a fullness like never before as the warm water began to sit inside her. “Ahhh, that’s starting to feel a little …” Xanthe stammered as the water continued to gush in. She looked down her body through the bath robe which hung open, hitched up around her shoulders. She noticed that her stomach was beginning to look a little fuller than it normally did. “What I’ll do is rub your stomach. That often helps relieve some of the discomfort.” With that Rebecca reached around Xanthe’s leg and began to rub her stomach while continuing to work the apparatus. Xanthe could feel a strange mix of fear and arousal as Rebecca’s helping hand seem to get lower and lower while rubbing her stomach. “Just a little bit more …” “I think that is getting to be …” Xanthe’s voice was beginning to sound a little panicked as Rebecca stroked her stomach a little quicker while pumping more and more water into her. “Oh, Rebecca I think that is … enough … ummm.” Rebecca stopped suddenly, straightening herself up and leaving Xanthe on her hands and knees with the apparatus still attached. “Okay, I want you to squeeze your butt together like you’re trying to hold it in. I’m going to extract the instrument but I need you to hold it in.” Xanthe felt as if she was about to explode, the nozzle sliding out as she dutifully squeezed her buttocks tight. The strain of holding the water in began to mount on Xanthe as she held her breath, afraid that the slightest move would cause the water to erupt out of her. Without any warning a hard rounded nub pressed up against her tense rectum and forced its way in quickly. She turned to see Rebecca giving the nub one last push with the flat of her hand. “Don’t worry it’s only a butt plug,” the beautician offered without a second thought. “How does that feel now?” “Ummm, it feels a little uncomfortable. I think there might be a little too much …” Xanthe didn’t get a chance to finish what she was about to say, Rebecca’s hand had slipped under her and began to stroke her full belly causing the water to slosh around inside her. It brought with it a strangely erotic feeling as she tried hard to concentrate on keeping the water in and Rebecca manipulated it by touching certain regions of her stomach and pelvis. A soft moan escaped Xanthe’s lips which she immediately realized Rebecca would have heard. She tried to shuffle to the side with her hands on the bed only managing to stir the water inside her and push her robe further up her body till it sat bunched up around her neck. “It sounds like you are enjoying yourself now. If you don’t mind I can show you another technique which will really relieve the discomfort?” Xanthe moaned her acceptance as she finally caught Rebecca’s hazel eyes. She felt Rebecca take her hand away from her stomach. The back of her hand bumped up against the inside of Xanthe’s thigh urging her to spread her legs a little more. Xanthe almost gasped as Rebecca’s supple fingers found her freshly waxed mound the slid down her flawless skin and over her now fully engorged labia. The slightest of touches caused Xanthe to contract hard around the butt plug. As Rebecca held her hand under Xanthe she pressed her excited pussy down onto Rebecca’s fingers and slid it side to side giving Rebecca all the permission she needed. “Oh God touch it,” purred Xanthe tired of concealing her lust. “Just fucking touch it!” “Mmmm, I was hoping you would say that.” Rebecca’s fingers began to stroke up and down the length of Xanthe’s slit, quickly building up the pace and eliciting some short gasps from Xanthe as she tried to hold her butt plug in whilst letting herself go. She stopped suddenly and alternated her strokes sideways across Xanthe’s puffy pussy lips. “I know this is what you like …” The admission did not stun Xanthe like it might have normally. She was now too caught up in pleasuring herself to care. “So you were watching me in the shower were you?” “Oh yeah,” cooed Rebecca her voice filled with lust as she frantically worked Xanthe’s pussy to a crescendo. “How do you like that?” Xanthe pulled her rear away from Rebecca, throwing her leg over and sitting up with her full belly in view of both women. “Well if you were watching me in the shower, then you wouldn’t know what I like even more than that.” She winked and nodded towards her smooth mound. “I like nothing more than being eaten out.” Rebecca remained stationary as Xanthe’s left hand slowly approached her, softly brushing down her cheek and resting lightly between her neck and shoulder. Rebecca leaned towards her anticipating the upcoming kiss they would share. Suddenly Xanthe forced Rebecca’s head down into her lap. “Now eat it bitch.” Xanthe reveled in her new found power forcing Rebecca’s nose into her flower. Rebecca obliged with a cursory lick which soon evolved into fully fledged lapping, her thumbs tickling Xanthe’s folds in search of their ultimate target. Xanthe closed her eyes taking in all the pleasures that Rebecca’s tongue could bring as she worked it up and down her crease with total reckless abandon. Xanthe sighed out loud. Rebecca’s tongue found her entrance and darted in and out of her. “Oh fuck that is so good,” purred Xanthe no longer worried about how loud she had become. “Eat it, eat it …” A nervous twitch shot down her spine, all her senses coming to life, Xanthe knew she was coming close to climax. She grit her teeth determined to keep her composure as her body began to rebel against her and slip into orgasm. “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum,” Xanthe blurted with a short poignant yelp to emphasize the point. “Hold that butt plug in,” replied Rebecca. Xanthe could feel Rebecca grasp onto the end of the plug and slowly twist the plug, further exciting her as her orgasm peaked. Rebecca’s lips formed a seal around Xanthe’s engorged pussy and drew back hard on the spongy tissue as Xanthe finally gave in. “Oh God here it comes!” Xanthe could see Rebecca’s hazel eyes looking back up at her, unprepared for the heavy orgasm Xanthe was about to have. Xanthe knew her body better than anyone else and knew that when she climaxed this hard cum would discharge from her pussy. Rebecca’s expression changed and her lips released from Xanthe’s pussy as the sweet nectar reached her mouth. A rogue tongue dipped down into Xanthe’s pussy lapping at the last of the massive orgasm. “Fuck, I got to let go of that plug,” stated Xanthe not wasting any time basking in her orgasm. Her voice carried with it a little anxiety. “Quick, where do I go?” “You can go in the showers and …” Xanthe didn’t wait for the reply as she struggled to move her body without triggering the release of the water inside her. She darted back through the change room and into the shower block pulling the butt plug from her puckered hole as soon as she stepped in the stall, the water gushing from her and bringing an instant release. Xanthe felt as if she was deflating as the last of the enema dripped from her. She dried herself off and strolled back into the waxing room where Rebecca stood clearly ready to continue. “Oh you’re in trouble now,” cooed Xanthe as she crashed into Rebecca’s soft curves and kissed her passionately, their tongues entangling deep inside their mouths. Xanthe could taste her own tangy juices on Rebecca’s lips driving her passions back to boiling point. “You are so in trouble!” Xanthe stepped back and grasped the collar of Rebecca’s uniform tugging at it ferociously, causing the top two buttons to pop free and her ample cleavage to be exposed. She savored the sight of the beautician’s sizeable bust, working her lips down Rebecca’s neck and over her chest. “Do you want a hand with that?” offered Rebecca with a cheeky tone. She reached around her back and unhooked her bra letting her breasts bounce free of their sheathes. “I believe you were looking at these before.” Saliva welled in the back of Xanthe’s mouth as she prepared to take one of the swollen nipples in her lips. The world slowed down as she closed in on Rebecca’s tit. All of a sudden the outside door came crashing open with a bang. “What in God’s name is going on in here?” demanded an incredulous Marissa her brow furrowed. Xanthe looked up and Rebecca almost jumped to attention presenting a scantily clad client and a topless staff member to the strawberry blonde. “This is totally unacceptable …you … you … you are fired … and you … you are never to come back here again. Now get out! Both of you!” Marissa slammed the door behind her. Xanthe looked back at Rebecca who was still stunned by the swift turn in events. The petite red head grasped her wrist and without saying a word dragged her back into the change room. She dug through her belongings and fetched a business card. Rebecca still speechless watched as Xanthe gave her a knowing look and softly slipped the business card between her breasts. “If you have any problems call me on this number. I’ll help you out.” The women shared a reserved kiss as both of them got dressed. They headed out through the front reception side by side hearing the whispers of the other staff members and clients as they stepped out the giant glass doors and into the fading afternoon sun. “Don’t forget. Call me.” With that the two women parted, knowing that they would definitely be seeing each other again. A story inspired by Rebecca.