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Karen's Revelations

By: SilkenLace



When the Swedish furniture and household goods store, IKEA, opened up a large warehouse two years ago in the South East of England Karen started work in the Purchasing Department. She was 30 years of age and many people had remarked on her likeness to the actress, Sandra Bullock. In other words she was gorgeous and this, added to the fact that she was also intelligent and sociable, made her extremely popular. One of the ways she had learned to put up the barriers against unwanted male attention in the workplace was to surround herself with her group of friends.

Her friends in the group numbered four: Jenny, Melanie, Trish and Sharmila. Both Sharmila and Trish worked alongside Karen in Purchasing while Jenny and Melanie worked on the floor as Assistant Managers. They were all very pretty with ages ranging between 25 and 40, Jenny being the oldest. Melanie, at 25, was an aspiring amateur athlete and in her spare time she trained hard to try and knock off the point five of a second for the 100ms sprint that would get her a trial for the Olympic team.

Once a month they made an effort to meet up in one of their houses on a Saturday for a meal and some drinks and maybe a DVD. Several times some of them had stayed over owing to the fact they had maybe drunk too much to drive. They were occasions to look forward to and usually they'd be talking about the menu and choice of DVD for a couple of days beforehand.

This time it was the turn of Karen to host the event. Yet, strangely, she had seemed very thoughtful all week as though there was something heavy weighing on her mind. Sharmila had said she would cook the dinner at her place if that was the problem but Karen assured her she was happy with it being her turn. She simply answered that she had to tell them something important on Saturday but she was working her way round it. Naturally enough the four women believed she was going to use the get-together to announce her engagement. Trish stirred the waters a little more by thinking aloud that she might announce that she was pregnant. The one announcement they didn't want was to hear that she was leaving work. Jenny, being the eldest and possibly the wisest, said it would be better to trust Karen and let her tell everyone on the Saturday.

The end of the week slowly came and it seemed that Karen's seriousness hadn't lessened. In fact, twice at lunchtime on the Friday Karen had been miles away when the others were speaking to her. On Saturday Karen sent a quick text to each of them to remind them of the time and to say she was looking forward to seeing them. She also let them know that she was providing the wine so they weren't to bring anything.

Sharmila and Trish arrived first in Sharmila's car then five minutes later Melanie and shortly afterwards Jenny. One of the rules of these nights was that casual wear was the only acceptable form of dress. So the women came in their jogging gear or loose cotton pants and cotton tops. 

Karen had prepared a simple but delicious plate of roast chicken, baby potatoes, pear and polenta mash with a side salad that included avocado. It went down really well with a bottle of Chilean Sauvignon. The conversation during the meal wasn't strained but there was little said, in large part due to the success of the cooking. It deserved to be eaten in tranquillity.

"That was magnificent, Karen!" Jenny spoke for them all.

"Just excellent," smiled Melanie. "It's my turn next month and I'm sure I can't follow that!"

Karen smiled too, "Nonsense, Melanie!"

"So?" Sharmila looked enquiringly at Karen.

"Dessert, anyone?"

"Oooh. What is it?" asked Melanie.

"Pavlova or blueberry cheesecake."

They all made their choices and again ate relatively quietly. Then came the coffee.

"Shall we get started on the wine?" suggested Trish, with a wink in her eye.

They all looked at Karen because it was her home and she had to decide.

"Just before we do that," sighed Karen in a voice tinged with sadness, "I want to tell you all something. Something I should have told you before."

The look on the faces of the other women showed their concern. Melanie reached for Jenny's arm.

"And if any of you or all of you want to leave immediately after I tell you I certainly won't hold it against you. You're my friends and you're all very special to me and I won't begrudge your choice."

"God, will you get it out, woman!" Sharmila almost yelled.

"I'm a lesbian! There! I've said it!"

For a moment or two there was a deep, resonating silence and Karen couldn't lift her face to look them in the eyes.

"Is that it?" Jenny's voice was angry. "Hell, Karen, I thought you were going to tell us you had a terminal illness or something."

Karen glanced up to gauge their reactions and shook her head at Jenny's thought.

Melanie laughed, "On the way over I was thinking maybe you'd murdered someone in the past."

That changed the mood. Laughter broke out. Even Karen giggled.

"Anybody here want to leave?" asked Jenny. She was answered with a chorus of no. 

"Thankyou! I really mean that. You've no idea. I've been worried all week since I decided to tell you."

"Sure we're your friends," Sharmila said and reached for Karen's hand. 

"Why were you worried about declaring your sexual preference anyway?" enquired Trish and the others nodded too, as it was a valid question.

"Er, I don't know," answered Karen. "Maybe because it's the first time I've declared it to anyone. Even myself. I don't really take rejection well and I thought that was what would happen."

"Us reject you? You should know us better than that, Karen!" Trish spoke for everyone.

"We need wine!" Jenny stood up and fetched the tray with glasses and a bottle that had been left open to breathe. "Everyone scoot into the living room!"

Karen's living room comprised a three seater and a two seater sofa, from IKEA of course, and several large bean bags. There was also a standard-sized TV in one corner and a music system in the other. Melanie went straight to one of the bags and made herself comfortable while the others chose the sofas. Jenny sat next to Karen on the larger settee.

As part of the unspoken tradition too, Karen poured the wine and made the first toast. "To you, the best friends I've ever had!"

Melanie couldn't resist: "You haven't had us yet!"

Everyone burst out laughing. Loud and long.

The second toast ten minutes later, made by Jenny, praised Karen's meal and choice of wine.

"How many bottles do we have, by the way?" asked Trish with a smile.

"I got twelve in," said Karen

"Twelve? So many?"

"Well, you can never be too sure! And, anyway, I thought I might have to drink myself to death."

"Wow! That serious, huh?" commented Sharmila.

"Tell me something," Jenny looked into Karen's eyes. "How do you know you're a lesbian anyway?"

"Because I've slept with other women ...."

"Women?" said Sharmila and Trish in unison.

"As in the plural? How many?" Sharmila continued.

"Sharmila!" said Jenny in a mocking tone. "But yeah, how many?"

"Five," answered Karen, who was getting a bit tipsy and relaxed now after her worries had come to nothing.

"And men?" Jenny wanted to know.

"None since Dominic two years ago."

"Who's Dominic?" asked Melanie, sitting up.

"My ex-boyfriend. We lived together for a year before I joined IKEA."

"And what happened?"

"We became indifferent to each other. It happens."

"But the sex?" Melanie was proving very adept at breaking up any moments of silence or tension with a bit of humour.

"Good in the beginning, yeah, but after a while there was nothing new. Just bang, bang, thankyou ma'am, goodnight."

"Been there, seen it, got the tee shirt," announced Jenny. "But with my David there's just that stability and you get used to it and accept it."

"Anybody else here been with a woman?" asked Sharmila, filling all their glasses again.

Everyone shook their heads.

"You?" Karen looked at Sharmila.

"No!" she said. "I suppose I've thought about it though."

"Most women do," added Trish. "I mean, I read that somewhere."

"How did it start, Karen?"

"Long story!"

"Go on, tell us!" Sharmila said. The others nodded their approval.

"You really want to know?" she asked with a smile, looking into all their eyes.

They nodded. "And leave nothing out!" Melanie laughed.

"It's not for the weak of heart," warned Karen.

"Go on. We're all fit and healthy and women of the world!" Jenny added with a smile.

"Well, then. About a year ago ..."

"Be precise!" Melanie pointed a finger at her.

"OK. Last April, my sister got a voucher for a free massage for her birthday. Someone out of her work gave it to her. So she didn't want it and gave it to me. I always wanted a massage so I went along one night ..."

"Oh shit, you going to say what I think you are?" Trish held a hand over her mouth.

Karen nodded before continuing. "There were different rooms and I think the receptionist made a mistake and sent me to the female masseuse. She was a stunningly beautiful Japanese girl. Mayu, you called her."

"Did you not realise the mistake?" asked Jenny.

"Shush!" said the others.

"To be honest I couldn't take my eyes off her. And I thought I was simply going to get a massage. So she told me to take my clothes off but I could keep my panties on if I wanted. So I did. Then I lay face down on the special table that they have and she began to massage me – legs first and then my back. It was just so good, you know. So relaxing. And she had this really soft, sexy voice. And then, I don't know, I just felt incredibly aroused."

"Wet, you mean?" sighed Sharmila.

Karen blushed and nodded. "Oh yeah. She went back down to massage my thighs and she used her long fingernails. Part of me was thinking 'get the hell out of here' but I couldn't move. And each time she went higher and higher."

"Did she touch you down there?" asked Trish, nodding in the direction of Karen's sex.

"No, not then. She told me to turn over so I did but I tried to cover my panties with my hands. She wouldn't have that though and took my hands and placed them at my sides. And she spread my legs a bit."

"She could see your boobs then?" asked Melanie.

"And I could see hers. I mean, she was wearing a thin white top but her nipples were sticking out. So I was lying there and she began on my feet. It was heaven, I can tell you. As I lay back and closed my eyes she lifted my leg up and started to kiss my toes while she ran her fingernails up and down the calf of my leg. She did each foot and leg and then started on my upper body. She eventually got round to my breasts and used her finger and thumbs to massage the nipples. By then I was seriously turned on, you know. She did everywhere: my neck, jaw, earlobes, shoulders, hands and fingers which she kissed as well. Then ...." Karen finished her glass and stretched back against the sofa. "Then she moved her hand slowly, so slowly, down my stomach and over my panties. Right over my mound. She pressed her hand there and then she gave me this amazing kiss. Her lips .... Her lips were just so soft and tender and tasted of something sweet .... and intoxicating. And her hand was slowly moving over my mound. Up and down. I felt her tongue come into my mouth."

Karen sighed: " You've no idea, girls. It was like one of those defining moments. When her hand started to move faster down there I knew I was going to climax. I tried to pull her hand off but she was strong and I couldn't do it in time."

"You had an orgasm?" mouthed Trish.

"I did. The best one I'd ever had until then. And the only one I'd ever had in my panties"

"Then what happened?" asked Melanie.

"I lay there while Mayu covered me with a large towel and told me to lie still for ten minutes. Then she took off my panties and cleaned and dried me down below. Anyway she just made me wet again. Then I thought she was putting my panties back on, only they weren't my panties. They were too dry. And then I knew they were thongs."

"Why did she do that?" queried Jenny.

"Well, when I got up she was gone but there was a card, like a business card, on top of my clothes. I looked at the back and she'd written: 'Want your panties back? Meet me at The Top Hat, Tues at 9pm. Mayu'"

"You went, I imagine?" asked Jenny again.

"I tried to talk myself out of it, tried to convince myself it wasn't normal but I couldn't get her out of my head. And the mind-blowing orgasm? Well ... well, I wanted another one to be honest. So yeah, I went."

"What did you wear? The thong?" asked Sharmila.

"A bit more than that, I hope!" Melanie led the others in a round of laughter.

"Go on! Go on!" encouraged Sharmila.

"Well, the thong, yes. It was one of those close-fitting white satin ones. I had a white satin bra of my own that went with it. Then I put on my black leather mini skirt and the blue satin blouse. It was a nice night so I didn't wear stockings or tights."

"And she was there?" asked Trish.

Karen nodded. "She was at the entrance and she looked ... well, amazing. She had an emerald green mini dress and black stockings. Her legs were fantastic. Very toned, you know, like Melanie's."

"Oh, so you've been looking then?" smiled Melanie.

"We've all seen you on the track, remember?" Jenny reminded her.

"Anyway, we went into this place and the first thing I noticed was all these people – women with women and men with men – dancing and holding hands and wrapped round each other. It was noisy too so Mayu pulled me closer and said in my ear that she wanted to dance with me. We danced for about half an hour. One time she held me close, looking into my eyes all the time, and pushed her thigh into my pubic area. We began to kiss too. Same as before. Really soft and gentle."

"In front of everybody?" asked Sharmila.

"Well, yeah. But lots of people seemed to be doing the same. Then she said: 'If you want your panties back you'd better come home with me.' So we left the place and got a taxi to her apartment. I think she just managed to close the door before she was all over me. She put her hands under my skirt and felt between my legs. 'You've got my thong all wet,' she whispered in my ear. Then she took my hand and put it under her skirt, up between her legs and said, 'See how wet you've made me? I'm wearing your panties and if you want them back you'll have to take them off.'"

By now nobody seemed to be drinking. Karen had put her hand loosely over Jenny's thigh and Jenny covered it with her own hand. Melanie had gone into a foetal position almost on the bean bag and her hands were buried between her legs, over her training bottoms. Sharmila lay close to Trish on the sofa while Trish stroked her arm. They all seemed oblivious to everything else except Karen and her voice.

"We went into her bedroom and she made love to me first, using her fingers and tongue in all the right places. She took off the thong and inhaled it and said: 'I love your smell.' Then she licked me and kissed me and bit me into the most shattering orgasm of my life. I honestly thought I'd passed out because next thing I knew she was kissing me on the mouth and I could taste my own orgasmic juices and then she was telling me to do it to her."

"Did you?" breathed Sharmila.

Karen smiled at the memory and squeezed Jenny's leg slightly. "Yes. My heart was beating loudly I remember when I took off her dress and saw her lying there with my pink lace panties under her suspender belt and stockings. The panties were really wet looking in the crotch. She was wearing a green bra too and her nipples were like tent poles."

"She must've been really turned on," whispered Trish.

"Yeah. Like us now," added Trish.

"So first of all I kissed her on the mouth. I used my tongue too. And I was feeling her boobs, squeezing them and trying to make the nipples stiffer. Then, after a while, I just did what she did to me. I lowered myself onto her, held onto her thighs and buried my face into her soaking wet panties. My wet panties I should say! I couldn't take them off without removing her suspender belt and stockings so I just pulled them to one side and, you know, I saw her clit. First clit I ever saw that wasn't my own."

"Was it big?" asked Melanie.

"Well, it was erect I suppose. Full. Engorged. Very pink and covered in her juices. And her vagina was opening up. I flicked my tongue over her clit and her body jerked. At that moment I lost all my inhibition and just wanted to give Mayu an orgasm she would never forget. So I took her clit in my mouth and sucked it and put my thumb into her vagina and began to fuck her, excuse my French!"

"She came, I imagine?" said Jenny, absent-mindedly dragging Karen's hand higher on her thigh.

"In spades! And she locked my head between her thighs as she came. Next morning ...."

"Next morning?" asked Sharmila.

"Yeah. I slept with her all night."

"Slept? You sure?" enquired Melanie, raising her eyebrows.

"We slept some. We made love one more time, about 3 in the morning, but there wasn't much energy left in us. Anyway, as I was saying, next morning she told me to take my panties. Mayu was still wearing them and I was still wearing her thong. They were both still very damp and heavily stained, as you can imagine. When I took my panties off her I saw that she was still wet."

"So that was it then?" asked Jenny.

"Yeah," nodded Karen. "She kissed me goodbye at the door and told me if I ever fancied meeting up again she'd be in The Top Hat most Tuesdays. But I suppose I tried my hardest to believe it had been a one-off, an experiment and nothing more. I tried to put it out of my mind."

"Wow," sighed Melanie. "One woman down, four more to go!"

"You're incorrigible, Mel!" laughed Jenny.

"Yeah, incorrigible but with toned thighs!"

Karen's Revelations Ch. 02



"So that was 11 months ago with Mayu. Did you see her again?" Jenny asked.

"Hold that thought!" said Trish, getting to her feet. "I need to go to the bathroom first."

There was a round of good-humoured jeers and Sharmila patted Trish's backside, "Dry yourself afterwards!" More loud laughter.

When she returned a couple of minutes later, Karen had opened another bottle of Chilean and was doing the honours.

"Anyone else need the bathroom?" asked Karen. Jenny went next and Melanie followed soon after. Soon they were all back in the room, sipping the wine. Melanie had moved onto the large sofa so that Karen was situated between her and Jenny.

"So what was the question again?" smiled Karen.

"Did you see Mayu again?" repeated Jenny.

"Er, yeah, as in I saw her in The Top Hat again."

"So you went back for seconds?" laughed Melanie, patting Karen's thigh.

"About a month later. I just couldn't get her out of my mind ..."

"You had your imagination and your fingers. Did you not use them?" Sharmila asked and the others laughed. Trish reached for Sharmila's hand and squeezed it.

"Oh believe me, Sharmila, my fingers got plenty of practice. But it's never the same as the real thing ..."

"You can say that again!" smiled Jenny. Karen's free hand was back again on Jenny's thigh.

"One night, about 5 weeks after Mayu, I decided to dress up and go to The Top Hat to see if she was there. It was a lovely warm night so I put on a new sleeveless top and a red miniskirt. Again I didn't wear stockings or tights but I'd bought a sexy silk and lace matching bra and thong. I'd also got a Brazilian done so I felt even sexier. When I got there, shortly after 9, I did see Mayu but she was obviously very much into another woman."

"Were you disappointed?" asked Trish.

"Yeah, I was. I decided to have a drink and leave. As I was standing there waiting to order I felt a hand on my back. I thought it was Mayu so I turned round but it wasn't. Instead, another woman who was the spitting image of Saffron Burrows, was standing behind me ...."

"Sorry, Saffron Burrows?" asked Melanie.

"An actress," answered Jenny quickly.

"She's gorgeous," added Sharmila.

"Something in her eyes told me she was nervous and alone. She came closer to whisper in my ear and I could smell her perfume. Really nice. I had to ask her to repeat what she'd said as it was noisy in there. She had a French accent."

"What did she say?" asked Sharmila.

"She put her hand on my arm and said: 'If you're not with anyone would you dance with me?' And she added a 'please' that seemed to emphasise her loneliness. To be honest I didn't at that moment feel like it. I'd come to see Mayu and then realised I'd made a mistake and was going to call it a night. But she had me by the hand then and was enticing me onto the dance floor, never once taking her eyes off me. The dance was one of those slow ones where you seem to be draped around each other, you know. We were in this embrace, slowly moving around, and I was deeply aware of her perfume. She told me her name was Simone and she was over from Geneva on a sort of holiday."

"What was she wearing?" asked Trish.

"A black silk blouse and brown loose-fitting cotton trousers. The outfit looked beautiful on her, I have to say, and must have cost a small fortune. She whispered into my ear as we were dancing that it was her first time. I told her it was only my second and that seemed to become a bond of some sort between us. As she was whispering I felt her lips brush my ears and, for some reason, I found that incredibly sexy. I also felt her breasts rubbing against mine and I felt my nipples stir. Another slow dance and she was whispering in my ear again while one of her long legs had gotten in between mine. And she was pushing it against me, making me wet. At the same time I was feeling all over her back and down over her bottom. I could tell that she was wearing lace because I felt the texture through the thin material of her trousers. She began to moan softly and pressed her leg harder between my mine. After a while she asked me if I could take her out of there."

The women were listening intently now. Jenny's legs were slightly apart while Karen was absent-mindedly stroking the inside of her thigh. Both Sharmila's and Melanie's nipples were very visible through their tops. Even when Karen paused there was silence. Trish was holding Sharmila's hand now in both of hers. Nobody, it seemed, wanted to break the spell.

"We got a taxi immediately and went to her hotel. She got her key and we went quietly up in the lift, not wanting to draw attention to ourselves. First thing she did after opening her door was to go and draw the curtains even though we were on the fifth floor or thereabouts. I turned on the light and locked the door from the inside. We took off our shoes then she held out a hand to stop me. 'I came here, to England, to learn if I have a lesbian tendency. I have never danced with another girl and never kissed another girl before you.' I told her that I was also telling the truth about it being only my second time. I held both her hands and told her that we could go as slowly as she wanted and if she wanted to stop we would. She asked me if I wanted her. My thong was so wet by this stage, you know, and she was asking if I wanted her. So I kissed her and started feeling her over her clothes. Her nipples had become very stiff and her body tightened every time I touched them."

Karen shifted a bit on the sofa and drank some more wine. Everyone followed suit then relaxed again. Jenny reached down and took hold of Karen's hand.

"I just knew Simone wanted to go all the way; the way I'd felt with Mayu. I slowly brought my hand down to the front of her trousers and slid my hand over her mound and gave a slight squeeze. She let out a whimper. So I moved my hand up a bit and undid her zip. Her large blue eyes were looking into mine the whole time. I slipped my fingers inside her trousers and felt the lacy elastic on her waistline and I continued to slip my hand down the outside of the lace. The lace was very damp and when I pressed the gusset I knew it was soaking wet. I took my hand out and undid her trousers, letting them fall to the floor."

The women in the room, fueled by the wine and so absorbed in Karen's telling of the story, were seriously close to losing all their inhibitions. Jenny was holding Karen's hand between her thighs now. Sharmila was lying against Trish, with one leg draped over her friend's. Both women were gently stroking each other's thigh. Karen's legs were slightly apart and Melanie was resting one hand on the inside of Karen's thigh.

"I removed her blouse and kissed her deeply while fingering the grey lace of her bra. Her nipples were straining at the leash, you know. Really hard. I trailed my fingers down her stomach and into her panties. Her hair down below was wet and sticky. And then I felt her clitoris and her soaking wet vagina. As soon as my fingers touched them she almost collapsed. I had to take my hand out and steer her to the bed. I asked her if she was OK and she nodded and smiled. She had a gorgeous smile. She reached for my face and kissed me, using her tongue this time. Then she pulled me on top of her and her hands were inside my top searching for my breasts and nipping me and stroking me all over. She had got a leg in between mine and was pressing it high between my own legs then she reached down with both hands and pulled my skirt up so her leg could get better access to my sex. She pulled the cheeks of my bottom apart and pushed my silk and lace-covered vagina hard against her thigh. I released her breasts and started to torture her rock-hard nipples, biting them and sucking them and pinching them. We were both very close to coming yet we were still wearing our undies. So I pushed myself off her and told her I wanted to take off her bra and panties and make her orgasm. When I took her panties off they were dripping wet, she must've been so full of anticipation. She took mine off and I saw just how sodden the blue silk and lace had become. I told her to lie down and I twisted round and positioned myself on top of her, with my face over her sex and her face under mine. Then I buried my face into her wetness and worked my tongue over her clitoris until she was bucking like a wild animal. I let up just for a while to lower my sex onto her face and then she started eating me. I couldn't believe she'd never done this before because she was bringing me to a frenzy. Waves started forming in my stomach and crashed against my insides. My head was getting crushed between her thighs and I had to use both hands to try and prise them apart. My own legs were just vibrating by this stage. After about 2 minutes we both simply exploded with our orgasms at the same time. Simone actually squirted her orgasm over her thighs when she tried to clamp her legs shut. Several minutes later I think my juices were still flowing out of me."

Karen paused and smiled at the memory: "I think I was so incredibly turned on by Simone because it was her first time with another woman. I mean you have this gorgeous woman who wants to have sex for the first time with you and there's no awkwardness between you."

"What happened then?" asked Trish.

"You spent the night with her?" Sharmila added.

"I did. She wanted a shower and she suggested we go together. But of course we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We ended up having showers separately. Then we got into bed and talked and kissed and touched. I know I came twice more and I think she actually came more than me. Next thing I knew it was morning and I had to return home to get changed before heading to work. But before leaving her I asked her for her panties in exchange for my thong. I suppose what had happened with Mayu and the panties stuck in my mind. When I put them on I realised that they were still damp."

"Did you see her again?" Jenny squeezed her hand gently.

"No. We exchanged email addresses but not a word. I know now she wanted to experience the sex but wasn't ready for the commitment with another woman, especially from another country."

"C'est la vie, ma cherie!" Melanie whispered in a mock French accent and kissed Karen on the cheek to the amusement of everyone.

"And ... and ...," Sharmila said loudly enough to get everyone's attention, " ...and then there were three!"



Karen's Revelations Ch. 03



Another bottle of wine was opened and poured. There could be no doubt now that the atmosphere in the room had changed. There seemed to be some form of electrical charge in the air that affected the eyes and hands and limbs of the women. It caused their fingers to seek the comforting touch of other skin besides their own and their eyes to look more deeply into other eyes. They were constantly shifting their legs too as if there was an itch that needed to be constantly appeased.

Jenny cleared her voice nervously. "Ah, I'm going to make a suggestion and put it to a vote. If you all agree, fine, but if even one of you go against the idea we'll drop it. OK?"

"Sounds intriguing. What is it?" smiled Karen.

She took a sip before saying: "How about you fetch a couple of blankets, Karen, and we sit under them on these sofas while you continue with your story?"

There was a momentary silence and Jenny thought she'd got it all wrong. Karen looked to the others and slowly, but surely, they started to nod in agreement.

"Why not take it a stage further," suggested Sharmila, "and take off our bottoms? Or else it'll be too warm."

This time the silence was a bit longer but Melanie, always on cue, said: "Well, I don't know about anyone else but my knickers are just sticking to me so I'd need to change first."

"And you just happened to bring a change of undies, did you?" laughed Trish.

"This is entirely up to you four," announced Karen. "I do have a couple of large blankets and, if you care to bare your legs in front of a lesbian, I can lend all of you my selection of finest silk or satin or lace."

"Oooh!" cooed Sharmila.

"And does one of them belong to Simone by any chance?" purred Melanie, in her pretend-sexy voice.

Karen merely smiled.

"I'm up for it," stated Melanie. She looked at the others.

"Yeah, why not!" said Jenny. "I bags first pick."

"No, not fair! Was my idea," pouted Melanie.

"Tell you what, why don't I put four into a bag and you can have a lucky dip?" Karen suggested. They all nodded their agreement.

While Karen went to her bedroom the women sipped their drink.

"She is one fox, that Karen!" Sharmila whispered.

"Takes one to know one, I always say!" Trish patted her friend's knee.

"Quick show of hands here. Who is really turned on by Karen's revelations tonight?" whispered Melanie.

They all giggled and hands were about to be raised when Karen returned holding a plastic bag above her head and blankets under her other arm.

"My four favourites," she giggled too. "Now, Jenny first!"

Jenny stood up, a little bit unsteadily, and dipped her hand into the bag above her.

"Don't let anyone see it until you've all got a pair," ordered Karen.

Jenny held the undies in her fist and sat down again. Then Melanie did the same, followed by Sharmila and Trish.

"Hey, what about you?" Sharmila pointed at Karen.

Karen patted her bottom and smiled broadly: "I changed mine while I was getting yours."

"Cheeky!" laughed Melanie.

"Where do we change?" asked Jenny.

"Why don't we all just do it under the blankets at the same time?" suggested Trish with a shrug. "It'll save time."

"Sounds good to me!" nodded Jenny. "Melanie, you can squeeze in here beside me because our host for the evening is already wearing hers."

So, under the warm faux-fur blankets, Jenny and Melanie and Sharmila and Trish slipped off their bottoms and removed their panties and thongs. Then they slid the borrowed undies over their ankles and up their legs.

"Done!" announced Trish. The other women followed suit.

"Mine feels nice but I still don't know what it's like," said Sharmila. "Can I look?"

"You know something, I want to see them all. And I'm not being funny saying that – I just love sexy underwear," commented Jenny.

"Everyone OK with that?" asked Karen. There was no voice raised against the idea so Karen went on, "and I'll show mine first as it's only fair."

They all nodded and watched Karen slowly slip off her grey and pink training bottoms. Then their eyes lit up as they saw her reveal a tiny black lace string that barely covered her sex. She did a theatrical twirl to show the thin strip of material that bisected her shapely bottom.

"That's .... wow," even Melanie was speechless.

"So that's me," Karen said sitting on the arm of the small sofa. "Who's next up?"

Melanie slipped off the blanket and stood with her arms out wide so that everyone could see. She was wearing an expensive-looking grey satin thong edged with black lace.

Trish stood next to show off a pair of pink silk and lace panties.

Sharmila was wearing black silk French knickers with broderie anglaise on the legs.

Then Jenny stood up and did a twirl to show off a plain white satin thong with lace along the waistband.

Within a minute they were all under the blankets again and finishing off the wine in their glasses.

"You were about to tell us about number three," reminded Sharmila now between Trish and Melanie.

"I was, yes!" said Karen as she snuggled down next to Jenny. "Do you remember that conference I had to attend in Paris last September?"

Jenny's eyes lit up and she exclaimed: "The one that Mr Bellwood couldn't go to so he nominated you in his place?"

Karen nodded. "Yeah! Well, when I arrived at the venue in the luxurious Le Parc Trocadero I felt a bit out of my depth as there seemed to be quite a few senior type people from other countries. At least the common language was English. We went into a meeting room where we signed in and were allotted our rooms and were given seminar notes and the usual folders and pens and so on. There were about 25 of us in total plus the three speakers from Sweden."

"You see anybody interesting?" asked Jenny.

"I'm getting to that. Patience, my dear! We were sitting down to an evening meal when a woman suddenly appeared and asked me if the seat beside me was taken. It wasn't and I was glad to have her next to me because I was sharing the table with two older men who were representing Berlin and Amsterdam. I noticed from her tag her name was Tina and she represented Milan."

"Was she nice looking?" asked Sharmila.

"Oh yeah, she was, but in a quiet, understated way ..."

"Explain!" commented Trish.

"Well, she was really pretty. She dressed conservatively: pinstripe jacket and knee-length skirt, dark nylons, blonde hair in a neat ponytail. She seemed pretty reserved too, didn't smile too much at first. So she didn't look like a model or an actress; she looked just like an attractive business woman. At the first evening seminar she sat beside me at the conference table and I noticed her leg seemed to brush up against mine a lot."

"What were you wearing?" asked Jenny.

"A dark blue cotton dress and stockings underneath. I pretended to scratch my leg but I deliberately rubbed the back of my hand against her stockings. Obviously, because of the way the tables were, nobody else could see what was happening. But she didn't react. All the time we were watching the powerpoint slideshow and taking notes. The session finished up around nine and we had time to ourselves until nine the next morning. As we were leaving Tina asked me if I was having a drink in the hotel bar. So I said yes ...."

"As you do!" agreed Melanie. 

"Quite a few of us headed to the bar which was small and I suppose I felt a bit disappointed because I didn't want to talk shop for the rest of the night. Anyway we ended up sitting with a woman from Barcelona and a man from Madrid who didn't seem to like each other that much. We were making some small talk over our glasses of house wine when Tina yawned and apologised and said she was calling it a night. Under the table she tapped my leg and I knew she was telling me to follow her. So I said I was feeling tired too and made my apologies. As we walked up the stairs she smiled for the first time and asked me if I really was tired. I said not really and she asked me if I fancied ordering a bottle of good wine in my room. So I agreed."

"Very smooth, I like that!" nodded Sharmila.

"In the room I phoned down for a bottle of their best French wine while Tina removed her shoes and jacket. There was only one chair so she sat on the edge of the bed. We were talking a bit about the seminar and timetable when the wine arrived with the glasses. Then Tina opened the bottle and poured. She took a sip and asked me if it would be alright if she could remove her skirt because she didn't want to get it wrinkled. Of course I said yes and added that I wouldn't mind changing into my nightie. I thought she would go into the bathroom but she simply undid the zip of her skirt in front of me and stepped out of it. I suppose I was staring because she smiled at me. She wore stockings with a pink suspender belt and pink satin panties and her legs were gorgeous."

"Like Melanie's?" quipped Sharmila.

"Depends what they look like in stockings," replied Karen with a smile.

"Maybe I'll show you later!" was Melanie's response to the amusement of everyone.

"Anyhow, back to Paris!" Jenny patted Karen's leg under the blanket.

"Well, I got my nightie from my case and changed in the bathroom. I kept my lacy bra and panties on underneath, they were black, but took off the stockings. When I returned to the bedroom Tina looked at me and pouted her lips. She said, 'That's what I should do: put my PJs on.' I said she should so she slipped back into her skirt and took her jacket down to her room. About five minutes later she returned, wearing the hotel dressing gown. I noticed at once she was still wearing the stockings and she said, 'Sorry! No PJs. I thought I'd packed them.' I told her not to worry about it and asked her what she was going to wear in bed. She answered by opening her gown to reveal her matching pink underwear and a smile that glowed like a lightbulb. I think she knew what she was doing because I have to admit I was just staring with my mouth open. I mean, here was a woman who wore pinstripes and seemed all business and no play and she was now standing in front of me like a sex siren."

"Believe me, Karen," Jenny softly patted her friend's thigh under the blanket, "we know how you felt." 

"Oh yeah!" agreed Melanie, while the other two nodded.

Karen looked into Jenny's eyes for a moment and placed her own hand on Jenny's leg, the fingers touching the inside of her thigh.

"Well, we talked some more and drank some more. Tina hadn't bothered to close her gown properly and was leaning on one elbow across the bed. She had a way of looking into my eyes when she talked as if she was saying one thing but meaning a different thing. She talked about having an open marriage and I asked her what an open marriage meant."

"You didn't know?" asked Trish.

"Oh, I did, but I just wanted her to talk about it and see where it led."

"Nicely done! And where did it lead?" asked Sharmila.

"Shush, she's getting to that," Jenny shifted her fingers higher up the thigh and began a light brushing effect with her thumb.

"Tina asked me if I was married. Did I have a boyfriend? And so on. Then she asked me how I managed for sex. I must have looked a bit embarrassed, to say the least, but she merely shrugged and said we all have needs and they should be tended to."

"Amen to that!" purred Melanie.

"She came straight out and asked me if I pleasured myself at night?"

"She did not!" gasped Sharmila.

Karen nodded.

"What did you say?" asked Jenny softly.

Karen again looked into Jenny's eyes while her fingers traced circles along the inside of her thigh. "I said: 'Quite often.'

"Were you telling the truth?" asked Sharmila.

Karen smiled, "Well, seeing as how it's my night of revelations I may as well tell you that, yes, it is true."

"I expect most of us do. I mean, you know, I do sometimes," admitted Trish.

Sharmila shrugged, "Me too. More than sometimes."

"Same here," nodded Melanie.

They all looked at Jenny, the married woman. "Of course I do. In the bath or sometimes even in the bed beside David when he's sleeping."

"But enough about us," said Trish. "Go on!"

"Well, whenever I said 'quite often' Tina never took her eyes off me then she whispered, 'Do you use toys or just your fingers?' I held up my fingers. Then she asked if I had any toys. I shook my head because I was telling the truth and I said, 'What about you?' Well, she sat up and took this little gold-coloured oblong thing out of her pocket and held it between thumb and forefinger. She smiled at me again and whispered, 'Do you want me to show you what it feels like?'"

Karen had slid down on the sofa a bit more while she was talking and so Jenny's fingers were very close to the top of Karen's legs now, gently teasing the warm, sensitive skin on her inner thigh. Likewise Karen's whole hand was now stroking Jenny's smooth inner thigh.

Karen continued, "'I'd love you to show me,' I said, so she held her hand out to me to invite me onto the bed. 'It's called a Power Bullet Mini Vibrator and I take it with me everywhere' she said. I sat on the bed next to her and she leaned in close to kiss me. Now, I have to tell you that by this stage my panties were becoming very damp and my nipples had become a bit stiff. When Tina kissed me her tongue darted in and out of my mouth and then it finally stayed and got acquainted with my tongue. After about five minutes I felt her hand go around my breast and gently massage it through my nightie and bra. My nipple was aching to be released. She was a beautiful kisser and took her time to get me aroused. I decided I had to do some exploring of my own so I put my hand lightly on her leg and began to stroke her stocking all the way up and down. She responded by opening her legs slightly and leaning into me more. The next thing I knew was that she had smoothly laid me on my back, kissing me all the while. Her hand lifted from my breast and suddenly landed on my leg, just at my knee. She was teasing me by moving her fingers ever so lightly in circles along the length of my thigh."

Karen turned and looked into Jenny's eyes. She was doing to Jenny exactly what she described Tina doing to her. Her little finger brushed against the satin which covered Jenny's moist state of arousal.

"When her fingers reached my panties they just brushed over the gusset which was then wet and must have been obvious to her. Her hand continued its journey up and under my nightie and pushed its way under my bra cup. As she touched my nipple I just knew I was going to have a massive orgasm that night. The nipples felt incredibly sensitive, especially when she lifted my nightdress up and bent down to kiss and nibble both of them in turn. And, in case you all think I wasn't participating fully, my fingers were rubbing the satin of her panties against her sodden vee. I was glad to see that she was as turned on as I was. She stopped me reaching the peak of arousal and whispered in my ear: 'I think you're ready so now I'll show you.' After she took off her dressing gown she pressed the button on the Power Bullet and I heard a very low hum. She whispered, 'Spread your legs more.' So that's what I did."

Almost hypnotically, Jenny, Sharmila, Trish and Melanie let their legs open a bit wider. The legs of the three women on the larger settee were touching and they could feel the heat emanating from each other. Sharmila, in the middle of this group, was having both thighs, from her knees up to the broderie anglaise of her knickers, firmly stroked by the other two. Jenny had stopped feeling her friend's thigh but her fingers were playing with the thin elastic of Karen's micro thong that stretched over her hips.

"I felt Tina's fingers pulling my panties to one side and she smiled at me and whispered, 'you're so wet, Karen.' Then she used a couple of fingers to expose my clitoris which was fairly rigid. She flicked my clit with her fingernail before using the little vibrator along the side of the clitoral hood. I'm telling you she teased my clitoris mercilessly and I had to put my hand to my mouth to stop from screaming. She concentrated only on the sensitivity of my throbbing clitoris. My legs were squirming but she had positioned herself perfectly to stop me from closing my legs. I couldn't escape and I was just seconds away from exploding. She knew this and, just when my orgasm was coming, she exposed the bud of my clit and pressed the pulsating toy hard against it."

Karen, whether she realised or not, now had her hand directly over Jenny's damp thong and pressed down. Jenny herself had slipped her fingers down the inside of Karen's wet lace. Karen turned to look longingly into Jenny's eyes.

"You have no idea how explosive my orgasm was. I came in torrents. My panties were drenched with my come and it was only later I realised Tina had pulled my panties over my slit with the Power Bullet enclosed and still vibrating. Even a full minute after the orgasm my legs were still quivering and my clitoris was throbbing. When she reached inside the saturated material to remove the vibrator I suppose she couldn't resist slipping a couple of fingers into my dripping slit. But I was so open and so spent that I hardly felt them inside. She probably saw that this was having little effect on me so she changed technique and began to lash my tortured clit with her tongue. In no time at all I had another orgasm, though not as powerful as the first one."

Just as Jenny's fingers found the ridge of Karen's clitoris, Karen shifted position to deny further exploration. She also ceased her pressure on Jenny's satin thong and sought her friend's hand instead.

"As soon as I came down from my orgasm Tina kissed me. Her lips and her chin and her tongue were soaked with my cum and she insisted on sharing this with me ..."

"Eeew," exclaimed Melanie, "not too sure I'd like that!"

"A year ago I would have agreed with you, Melanie. But now, I can tell you it really heightens your desire. When she had kissed me enough she looked for the little vibrator on the bed and handed it to me with a mischievous smile. 'Do me now,' she asked. I just turned round on the bed and straddled her in a 69 position. We were both still wearing out panties plus Tina was dressed in stockings and suspenders. When I looked down at her pink panties I was surprised by how damp the satin had become. I knew then that I was going to make it a lot more wet before the night was over. As soon as I felt Tina prise my slit open to insert her tongue I switched on the Power Bullet and pulled her panties to one side. Her own slit was open and very wet and her ridge was quite large. I had difficulty holding the vibrator because it was still slick with my juices and pulsating like mad but I managed to press it against her clitoral hood. She jerked. I used the toy along and across the length of her hood and watched as her slit opened even more. I used my tongue too and sucked her clit in between my teeth. She was doing the same to me and, incredibly, I felt myself on the brink of another explosion. I wanted to try and achieve simultaneous orgasms so I stretched her hood back and placed the tip of the vibrator against her pink bud. She went into spasms immediately and gripped my thighs very tightly with her arms as she sucked my clit with all her might. Her thighs locked around my head and her orgasm erupted in a spurt, soaking my chin and neck. Barely a second later I felt the edge of her teeth against my exposed bud and my whole body went rigid and then shook as I came. We both moaned in harmony, squeezing each other's heads with our thighs."

When Karen paused in her story, Trish, Sharmila and Melanie looked at each other and smiled. "Aaaaaah!" they moaned together.

"Did you sleep together after that?" asked Jenny.

"We got under the sheets after she took off her stockings and suspender belt and I slipped out of my nightie and we lay there for a while just kissing each other. We fell asleep almost immediately. I mean, I think it must have been about one in the morning and we had to be up at seven thirty."




Karen's Revelations Ch. 03



"You kept your messy panties on?" Sharmila frowned.

"Guilty! But it was a sexy feeling."

"Did you take her knickers in the morning too?" asked Melanie.

"No. I thought I'd maybe have another chance the following night but it didn't happen unfortunately."

"Well, I'll tell you one thing," exclaimed Sharmila, "when you get all these undies back they're all going to be very moist."

They all smiled and nodded. "Soaking wet, more like!" added Melanie.

"Another bottle of wine before the next revelation, Karen?" winked Jenny.



Karen's Revelations Ch. 04



"You certainly know how to tell a sexy story," acknowledged Trish, as the women sipped their wine.

"Yeah. I was just thinking this is one of the best evenings we've ever spent. I mean together, as a group, and that's all down to you, Karen!" Sharmila said, raising her glass to her friend.

"Thankyou, Sharmila. I suppose the best thing is that it's all true and could have happened to any one of us. I was just lucky."

"But it's not like we're old women or anything. It could still happen to any one of us," Melanie was thinking out loud, looking into her glass.

"Are you thinking about it, Melanie?" asked Jenny softly.

"I suppose. What I mean is, I'm listening to Karen tonight and I'm really wet and turned on. So I suppose I am thinking what it would be like, yeah," admitted Melanie.

"Maybe you have someone in mind already?" Sharmila asked her as she touched Melanie's thigh under the blanket.

Melanie, somewhat surprisingly, looked a bit embarrassed and she cleared her voice before saying in a voice that was slightly too loud: "Hey, never mind me! I want to hear about Karen's number four!"

Karen drained her glass and smiled. "Number four was unique."

"In what way?" asked Jenny as she settled back and placed her hand back on Karen's thigh.

"Well," Karen recalled, "first of all her name was Georgia and she was a young black student from San Francisco ..."

"When you say 'young'?" queried Trish.

"The night in question she was celebrating her 18th birthday. You see, I'd gone back to The Top Hat a few weeks after the Paris seminar. My plan had been to go there and observe the clientele and have a few drinks. I wasn't intending to meet someone but, just in case, I'd put on my sexiest outfit which then was a black mini dress, stockings, lacy suspenders, navy blue silk and lace panties and bra. Anyway, when I went in there was a good crowd, mostly couples and small groups. I got a drink and was sitting on a stool at one corner of the bar. At first, I was just looking at what people were wearing, you know. There was a lot of underwear on show I noticed. Then my gaze just drifted over to a table of half a dozen girls. They looked to be around 20 and no older, not really my age group. But they were all gorgeous looking and sexy dressers too. Two of them were black and the one I got to know later, Georgia, was one of the most stunning looking girls I've ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off her and then she caught me staring. She smiled at me and I think I blushed. The next time I glanced over at her group I saw her pointing me out to her friends. I quickly thought I'd better finish my drink and move on because I didn't want to be accused of ogling ...."

"Even though you were in a club where everyone was probably doing just that?" wondered Jenny.

"Yes, but don't forget I still wasn't used to that type of place. But, anyway, before I knew it one of the girls came right up to where I was sitting at the bar and introduced herself. Her name was Annie and she said they were celebrating the 18th birthday of one of their friends, Georgia, and would I like to join them for a drink. I asked her who Georgia was and she pointed her out. I hesitated and was about to say thanks but no thanks when she said that Georgia had been eyeing me up from the moment I'd entered the club. Then I thought what the hell, it's only a drink with some beautiful girls. So I went over and Annie introduced me to all the girls. All of them were English except for Georgia. She was from New York. The introductions had barely been made when the music changed and a slow song came on. I saw Annie whispering something to Georgia and all the girls seemed in on the secret. Georgia smiled and leaned over to me and said in her lovely voice: 'Would you like to dance with me?'"

"But what was she like? You didn't describe her properly," complained Sharmila mockingly.

"Sorry about that. Well, I've said she was stunning. She had long wavy, shiny hair half way down her back and the smoothest skin and deep brown eyes. I didn't see any makeup but, you know, she just didn't need any. And, despite being only 18, she had all the right curves. She was dressed simply in a light brown t-shirt and faded jeans."

"Did you dance with her?" asked Jenny, whose hand was resting now at the top of Karen's thigh, under the blanket.

"How could I refuse?" smiled Karen. "We followed everyone else's example on the small dance floor and so held each other close. I could feel her body against mine and the warmth that flowed out of her. As I wished her a happy birthday I felt her breasts brush against mine. I asked her if she'd been to The Top Hat before and she laughed and said no but she'd heard about it from a friend and wanted to see it for herself. I asked her if she was a lesbian and she said not yet and gave me a long look and whispered, 'Maybe tonight I will be.'"

Jenny's fingers slid down onto the inside of Karen's warm thigh. On the other settee the women were similarly engaged, their fingers caressing thighs that were not their own. 

"More couples were coming onto the floor to dance so we were getting pushed tighter together. Her thighs were pressed hard against mine and her breasts were definitely firm. We made some small talk and, just as that particular song was coming to an end, she whispered into my ear, 'Where's my birthday kiss?' As I leant forward she closed her eyes and offered me her full lips. We kissed without tongues and I felt her pushing herself against me. It was lovely but too short. When another song started up she opened her eyes and smiled her smile. She held my hand as we went back to the table but before I could sit down another of her friends, a gorgeous brunette called Yasmin, led me back to the dance floor. This was another slow song and she held me close so that she could whisper in my ear. 'Georgia wants to be with you tonight,' she said. Her words made me moist down below as I looked over at the beautiful creature sitting with her back to me, in deep conversation with her other friends. Yasmin explained further, 'She wants to be with a woman for the first time and she chose you.' I asked why me and she replied that it was important to Georgia that her first woman should be beautiful, feminine rather than butch and an experienced lesbian. I didn't admit that I wasn't experienced. She ended by saying she hoped we could both make each other happy that night. I nodded and then I asked her if she was a lesbian. She said no, none of them were, but they knew that Georgia wanted to see what it was like so that is why they were all together in the club, to support her. That was their birthday present for her. Then she whispered, 'You have to know something. I love Georgia with all my heart and I wish it was me tonight instead of you. So you be careful with her, treat her right!' I asked her if Georgia knew how she felt and she said no."

"That's sad," whispered Melanie.

Karen merely smiled. "When we returned to the table another of her friends asked Georgia did she want to go ahead with it. She looked at me and nodded. This was the cue for the girls to go to the ladies' room and leave Georgia and me alone for a moment. I smiled at Georgia and said that I liked her friends. She came over and sat next to me, close enough to touch my arm and whisper into my ear. 'I loved dancing with you, Karen,' she said. 'And I'd love us to go to somewhere quiet, just the two of us.' I was becoming wetter by the second next to this girl. 'Lead the way,' I said. She told me as we were leaving that the girls had all booked into a Holiday Inn for the night and Georgia was the only one to have a room to herself."

"That was handy," smiled Trish.

"We got a taxi immediately and went straight up to her room on the third floor. In the lift she was giggly and said she couldn't believe she was going to make love to another woman. Believe me, it took a lot of mental strength to keep my hands off her before we got into her room."

"And in her room?" asked Jenny, her fingers moving tantalisingly close to Karen's thong.

"She took both my hands in hers and gently led me to the double bed. She said, 'I've never had sex before, Karen, not even with a boy. So I want you to teach me everything. Make me come and I'll try and do the same to you.' I couldn't believe my ears, you know. The anticipation had made my panties so moist and I knew my nipples were erect and visible through the dress. So were her nipples. I said, 'OK, I'll be your teacher but anything you're not happy with, let me know.' Then I gently pulled her to me and kissed her mouth. When I knew she was getting into it I told her to use her tongue. Her tongue was long and cool and so slender and I loved it. We were still standing at the foot of the bed, fully clothed, so I slowly brought my hand round to her breast and squeezed it tenderly. She exhaled sharply as I found her hard nipple and rolled my thumb over it.

"I pulled out of the kiss and told her I was going to undress her. She nodded and I could see the expectation in her eyes. I pulled the t-shirt out of her jeans and lifted it over her head. She wore a sexy orange lace bra which was barely restraining her breasts; her nipples must have been fully erect, at least half an inch long. I kissed her again and stroked her breasts long and hard. Then I knelt down in front of her and undid her belt and top button of her jeans. She balanced herself by placing her two hands on top of my head while I let my hands roam over the front and back of her jeans. By the pressure on my head I knew she was becoming very aroused. I undid her zip and pulled her jeans down slowly to reveal the lacy orange thong. It was already very damp. I slid the jeans down her bare legs and off. I stood up again and pulled her tight against me and kissed her while my hands roamed over her back and the cheeks of her bottom. 

"Then I told her to take off my dress. There were no buttons or zip so she had to pull it over my head. Her eyes opened wide when she looked at my underwear. Then she put the palms of her hands against my hard breasts and closed her eyes and moaned. I took one of her hands and brought it down to the damp area between my legs. I told her that she made me very wet and I was going to make her orgasm for doing that. I reached behind her and released the catch of her bra and slipped it off her shoulders.

"I led her to the bed and gently pushed her down. Her breasts were very pert and her nipples were erect. To start with, I decided to concentrate on her breasts and strummed the closed fingers of my hand across the nipples. She began moaning immediately and I realised she would come very quickly. It was incredible looking at how turned on her nipples were. Under my fingers they seemed to be getting harder too. I kissed them and sucked on her small, hard breasts and began nibbling the nipples. By this stage she was arching her back and I heard her give a long moan. When I reached down to touch the front of her thong I knew she had just had a mini orgasm. Her legs were clenched tight together but, even so, I could feel the ripple of excitement in her lower tummy.

"I kissed her again and sucked on her delicious tongue. Then I changed position slightly so that I could get my leg in between hers. At first, she resisted then parted her legs and I was able to bring my knee up against her sex. She lifted her leg too and I could feel her thigh pressing against my wet panties. I knew that she was getting wetter and I had an idea that would give her another orgasm. I raised myself off her and slowly eased her soaked thong down her thighs and legs. As I spread her legs apart I saw that her vagina was sodden. Like myself, her pubic hair was cut short in a Brazilian style and I also saw her long ridge. I wanted to kiss it but I knew I had to be patient. I lay on the bed and told her to lie on top of me. I brought one of my legs in between hers and told her to rub herself up and down my thigh. Because I was still wearing the stockings I knew the friction would excite her tremendously, especially as I started kissing and sucking her breasts again and running my fingernails up and down her spine. As she moved up and down I felt her juices soaking the top of my stocking and the bare skin between stocking and panties. She began to moan again and almost immediately her legs gripped my thigh and I felt the liquid oozing out of her onto my skin."

Karen asked for some more wine. The break in the story seemed momentarily to bring everyone back to reality. Jenny's hand had been resting right over Karen's warm, wet thong while both Trish and Melanie had several fingers inside each leg of Sharmila's knickers, stroking the moist area each side of her labia. They all sipped the wine in silence for a minute.

"I take it that wasn't all that happened," commented Jenny, looking her friend in the eye.

"No," answered Karen, "we'd just got started. She'd stopped moaning and kissed me again then she rolled off me and lay on her back. I took her hand and placed it over my wet nylons and told her that I was going to lick her until she exploded because she'd made my stockings all sticky. She had a strange look in her eyes and she moved her hand from my leg across to my crotch and then began to caress the wet material against my sex. Despite her lack of experience, Georgia seemed to know I was on the point of coming and as I closed my eyes she slipped her fingers under the gusset of my panties and directly into my dripping vagina. That sent me over the edge and I spasmed violently. I wasn't expecting to come so quickly or so soon. When I'd stopped shaking I put my hands over my panties. They were totally drenched."

Under the blanket Jenny had just begun to trace her finger over the wetness that was now saturating Karen's micro thong. Karen was reciprocating too by letting her fingers touch the wet satin over Jenny's clitoris. Both women had allowed their legs to part sufficiently for easy access. 

"I french-kissed Georgia once more and whispered to her, 'You've made my panties sodden so in the morning I'm going to make you wear them.' And she replied, 'I want your stockings too.' I smiled and agreed and told her I was going to show her how to lick a woman to orgasm. 

"She lay back and opened her legs. I removed my panties and suspender belt and turned around and rolled over the top of her. My vagina was hovering over her face while I was looking straight into her sex. In this 69 position I hoped she would do to me what I was going to do to her. First of all I began to gently blow on her open vagina and clitoris and then I licked all around her sex without touching it. I teased her inner thighs with my tongue and every now and then gave her a little bite with my teeth. As I hoped, it wasn't long before she got into the action. At first, she concentrated on the wet part of my nylons. She seemed to be tasting her own juices. Her tongue and her lips moved up onto the damp sensitive skin and several times I felt something brush against my clit. I knew that the time for finesse was at an end so I positioned myself to eat her out. She must have had the same thought because I felt her lips encircling my clit and suck on it. Right then I thought I was going to orgasm because it was like a current of electricity setting off all the sensitive nerve endings between my legs. I quickly lowered my head onto her sex and began to lick furiously. Instantly she began to squirm and moan and just momentarily left my clitoris alone. I used my fingers to pull her labia apart so I could insert my tongue. Briefly she locked her thighs around my head so I eased up a bit. 

"I slowly introduced my tongue into her and within seconds felt her doing the same to me. But she did something that I couldn't do. She was able to vibrate her tongue inside me and it just felt incredible. My orgasm was building and I had this desire to make her come at the same time as me. So I eased back her clitoral hood and raked her exposed bud with my tongue. Just as she flicked her fingernails across my own clit we both exploded in spasms. Her thighs were throbbing next to my head and I saw that she was oozing thick white liquid but I kept up the pressure on her clit. She began begging me to stop, slapping my bottom and biting my thigh. After about half a minute her legs suddenly opened wide and then closed tightly. She arched her back and managed to throw me off and then her whole body went into convulsions. It must have taken her a full two minutes to regain her senses. She was too out of breath to speak but her gorgeous smile said it all. I eased her legs apart to see the damage. She really did have an explosive orgasm; her vagina was still open and was dripping juice over the bedcover. And her inner thighs were wet. Of course I'd had an orgasm too and knew that the stockings I still wore were soaked with my juice. I picked up my panties and used them to dry myself down below. Georgia asked me what I was doing and I told her I was giving her something to remember me by. She laughed and did the same with her thong. It was totally saturated. 'Oh,' she said, 'doesn't look like they'll be dry enough to wear. You'd better stay the night.' So I did."

"And in the morning?" asked Melanie.

"We lay in the bed talking for about an hour, gently stroking each other's breasts and stomachs but purposely staying away from the danger zone, shall we say. I asked her about her friends and especially Yasmin. And when I told her what Yasmin had said to me on the dance floor she seemed startled. She kept asking me what else did she say; how did she look; was she serious; and so on."

"So you were playing matchmaker?" asked Trish.

"Sort of. Yeah, I suppose I was. After we had a shower I told Georgia to put on my stockings, suspender belt and panties and return to bed. I put on her thong, which was still damp, and my dress and shoes. I kissed Georgia goodbye and told her, with a laugh, to remember all that I'd taught her. 'Teach it to Yasmin,' I added. I went across the corridor and knocked on a door. Yasmin, still in her satin pyjamas, answered. So I said, 'Yasmin, Georgia needs you for a moment.' Yasmin's face showed concern but I told her not to worry. The last I saw was Yasmin going into Georgia's room and closing the door after her."

"Now that is a nice ending!" Sharmila's voice seemed a bit strange but nobody commented on it.

"Well, I think we need another toilet break here, girls!" said Jenny. The others nodded in agreement. "And, Karen, I think you're going to have to produce more underwear. I don't know about the rest of you but I'm wet again."

Karen smiled at Jenny while there was approval from the others.

"No more panties or thongs or knickers, sorry. If they're wet just take them off and go commando. And I'm first for the bathroom!"

"Just one more to go!" Melanie said, when Karen disappeared. "So we should make it memorable."

When Karen returned her eyes opened wide. There, on the floor under the two blankets, were her friends. They had left a gap for her in the middle.

Melanie pointed to the smaller settee where Karen could see the discarded underwear. And then the women smiled and, altogether, pointed in the direction of Karen's thong.

"And then let's hear about number five!" smiled Sharmila.



Karen's Revelations Ch. 05



Karen slipped under the blankets between Jenny and Sharmila. She began to pull her thong down but found that both Jenny and Sharmila seemed to be keen on helping too. They both eased the underwear down past her knees and over her ankles. Jenny then placed the wet thong on the settee among the others.

"You know, I'm still having difficulty realising we're doing this," said Karen.

"Oh, and what's that?" asked Melanie with all innocence, on the outside of Jenny.

"You know, lying here with my best friends, under a blanket with not a stitch on down below."

"Not to mention telling dirty stories!" added Jenny.

"All true as well," reminded Karen.

Each of the women was highly aware of the erotically-charged situation they found themselves in; warm skin against warm skin and fingers that touched and stroked unhindered. But, perhaps more than anything, they were just as aware their latent feelings were being released and there was little any of them could do about it, even if they wanted to. They all silently realised there was a strong possibility that they were going to cross a certain boundary before very long.

Karen cleared her voice.

"Number five was the one who left me in no doubt that I wanted to be a lesbian ...."

Melanie moved in tighter against Jenny and, on the other side, Trish did the same with Sharmila. There was a conspiratorial wink between Jenny and Sharmila whose hands, under the blanket, touched Karen's bare thighs.

"Her name was Brenda and she was the image of Kim Cattrall. You know the blonde actress from 'Sex and The City'?"

"Wow! She's as hot as they come!" gushed Trish. Her hand had come to rest on Sharmila's stomach, under her top.

"Yeah, except when I first met Brenda she wasn't hot or sexy."

"So where did you meet her?" asked Jenny.

"At my Wednesday night swimming class. We both joined the same night and I suppose that sort of gave us something in common."

"And why do you say she wasn't hot or sexy?" asked Sharmila. Her fingers had started to trace lines up and down Karen's thigh.

"Well, she seemed to have a problem with her own image. She did nothing to make herself look attractive. She wore an old-fashioned black swimming suit while I wore a scarlet red bikini. And afterwards she showered in her swimsuit while I removed my bikini. I got the feeling she wasn't happy to show her body. Anyway, before I get away from the story, after the third class I asked her if she fancied going for a drink afterwards. She reluctantly agreed. I got the feeling that she didn't go out much either. We got talking and she told me that she'd just moved south after 22 years of being married to a farmer from the Midlands. She was looking for a job and hadn't made any friends yet."

"What age was she?" asked Melanie, her leg now draped over Jenny's.

"I didn't ask but I'd say in her mid-forties. She had a lovely face, just like Kim Cattrall, but she wasn't showing it to full advantage. She complimented me on the way I looked and the way I was dressed and said she just felt like a has-been in comparison, you know, dowdy and what have you. I said there was an easy way to fix all that but her mindset required a bit of work. After a second drink she told me that she was once a beautiful girl before she got married. I told her that the beauty was still there but it all depended on whether or not she wanted to feel sexy and beautiful again. She gave a sad laugh and said, 'I wish.' Before we left I gave her my home phone number and told her that she now had a friend if she wanted one. In the car park, behind the bar, she thanked me and went to kiss me goodnight on the cheek. But I decided to be naughty and turned at the last second so that our lips met. I have to say I was surprised that she didn't pull away or object. I sensed a lot of yearning in her when her lips closed on mine."

The backs of Jenny's fingers brushed against the back of Sharmila's as they both began to caress Karen's inner thighs, moving up and down her legs, like the tide gently ebbing and floing on a golden beach. Sharmila's own legs began to part slightly when Trish had started to stroke her friend's soft bush.

"It was the Saturday after that when she got back to me and said she'd been thinking a lot about what I said and it made sense. The only problem was she didn't know where to start. I didn't hesitate when I told her to have a relaxing bath and come to my house at six that night as if she was going out on a date. So I fixed us something to eat and put two bottles of wine in the fridge. Then I had a shower and got myself ready. I must admit that I had a vision of something happening between us later although I knew it was unlikely. She just didn't seem the type.

"Shortly after six I opened the door to her and I have to say I was a bit dismayed; she looked just like a housewife who'd thrown the towel in some time ago. She wore loose grey slacks and a thick white cotton top. Her make-up was minimal and her hair was the same as the previous night. But I knew this was all down to her mindset.

"We had a light meal and a glass of wine. I began to like her more and more. Then I asked her if she wanted to see how sexy and beautiful I knew she could be. She made light of the question but I asked her again and she realised I was being serious. She nodded but she still thought I was just being kind. So I gave her something to think about: I said that if I could change her mind about herself within the following three or four hours she'd have to stay the night and help me finish off the wine. She thought about it for, oh, three seconds and agreed.

"I led her into the bedroom and told her to remove her makeup. When that was done I spent the next 45 minutes working on her lips, cheekbones, eyebrows, eyelashes and eyeshadow using my best makeup. I did her hair as best I could because I didn't have time to style it properly. When I finished I felt really pleased with my efforts. Honestly, she looked so much prettier and quite a few years younger. I let her look at herself in the mirror for the first time since I'd started and I saw her smile. She squeezed my hand and said, 'I might have to keep you.'"

Both Jenny and Sharmila had allowed their fingers to travel higher and higher and they could actually feel the heat emanating from Karen's vagina. Karen's legs were beginning to open slowly. Melanie, not to be outdone, had slipped her hand under Jenny's top and was fingering her tummy just below her belly button.

"'Now let's have a look at your clothes,' I said to her. She blinked in surprise. I suppose she thought I was only going to do her makeup when she said, 'What do you mean?' So I told her that clothes can make a huge difference to the way we feel about ourselves. She half-heartedly agreed. I pressed home the point, adding that our choice of underwear is where we start. She didn't say anything so I told her I wanted her to take her clothes off. Now, believe it or not, I could have sworn that I saw her shrinking at that moment. I went over to her and said very quietly, 'Brenda, what I see before me is a beautiful woman hidden behind a disguise. Become the woman that you want to be. Be the woman that you are.'"

"Damn, Karen, you're in the wrong job, girl!" said Jenny. The others echoed her praise.

Karen smiled and allowed her thighs to open up more as she felt the first tentative touch on her wetness.

"So Brenda said, 'What do you want me to do?' I told her to take off her clothes and let me see her. She made a decision, nodded and took off her top, shoes and slacks and let them drop to the floor. Her bra and panties were worse than I'd imagined. They were old-fashioned, flesh-coloured, cheap nylon garments. Awful. I shook my head and said to her, 'Let me show you.' I didn't once take my eyes off her as I removed my own top and mini skirt as seductively as I could to reveal a lacy red thong and bra. Her cheeks started to match the colour of my undies so I told her that I wore sexy underwear all the time, even when alone at home."

"Unless you have your friends around," quipped Melanie. Her fingers had strayed southwards from Jenny's bellybutton.

"I held Brenda's hands and said, 'I promise you that when you leave here, you'll leave as a woman sure of her own beauty and sexiness.' I told her to trust me and to remove her dull bra and pants. She did hesitate but I suppose she trusted me also and did what I told her. I picked up her underwear and dropped them into the wastepaper basket. Then I stepped back to look at her. I was actually admiring her. 'Brenda, you have a fantastic figure,' I said. I told her she shouldn't hide it under plain clothes that did nothing for her. Then I told her that I was going to dress her to show her what she should look like every day.

"I went to my undies drawer and selected a matching mint green silk thong and bra, black lace suspender belt and sheer black stockings. I instructed her to sit on the edge of the bed and let me do all the fitting. Now Brenda was perhaps just half a size larger than me but the way she carried herself made her seem two sizes larger. So I knew the clothes would fit her alright. I slipped a stocking over her foot and started to roll it up her leg to her thigh, smoothing it as I went and pulling it up tight. She kept trying to close her thighs and I knew her muscles were reacting to my touch. I did the same with the other stocking. I slipped the thong over her ankles and asked her to stand up. Then, with deliberate slowness, I eased the thong up her legs and thighs and over her mound. I also made sure it was pulled tight at the back between her cheeks. Now, as you can imagine, my hands were busy stretching her skin, pulling the elastic and smoothing the material....."

"You were fondling her in other words," suggested Sharmila.

"Well, we all know how to do that, don't we, girls?" added Trish. She was gently stroking Sharmila's bottom, now and then sliding a long finger along the crack and over her anus.

"Brenda whispered, 'I've never worn a thong before. And the last time I wore stockings was at my wedding twenty-two years ago.' When I looked at her thong from the front I realised that she had too much pubic hair which was spoiling the effect. 'Brenda,' I said, 'I'm going to have to give you a trim down here. Would that be OK with you?' She just nodded and asked me how I was going to do it. I explained that I was going to use scissors first and then a shaving razor and cream. I told her that I always kept mine trimmed and, to demonstrate the result, I lowered my thong and showed her my Brazilian. Although she reddened a bit I thought she also looked impressed. I got my materials and placed a towel under her backside on the edge of the bed. I removed her thong and she lay back as I parted her legs. Instantly she brought her hands down to cover her sex. I told her again to trust me and to put her hands over her boobs. Then I started cutting the hair as close to the skin as possible and, of course, I was studying her slit at close quarters."

"Was it wet?" asked Melanie. There was a tremulous tone in her voice because her fingers had just found dampness on Jenny's thigh, near the opening to her sex.

"Not wet, no. Not at first. After I'd finished with the scissors I got the shaving gel and lathered it on with two fingers. I took my time too but explained to her that it had to be applied properly or it would hurt. I could feel the ridge of her clitoral hood becoming more pronounced as I rubbed across it and I saw her thigh muscles tighten when I did this. When I started shaving her with the razor I told her to relax but lie very still. I had to stretch the skin so I wouldn't nick it and this gave me a good opportunity to see her clitoris and to open her up a bit. And that was when I saw that she had become moist. I used my thumb to pull back her clitoral hood while I shaved the hair on each side of it. She was very quiet while I was finishing off and held her breasts tightly together. When I'd finished with the razor I told her I was going to put a moisturizing cream over the skin to cool it down. She just mumbled 'OK' and I said that she had a beautiful vagina that would be the envy of many women. I put some moisturiser on my fingers and worked it over the shaved skin. As I smoothed it on the clitoris I studied her reaction. I saw her thigh muscles tighten and I noticed her squeezing her breasts. Several times I accidentally-on-purpose touched her slit and said, 'Oops, sorry'. Her slit had begun to open slightly and I could see the dampness. Finally I said that I was finished and she could have a look. She actually gasped when she saw that I'd shaved her hair totally. I looked her in the eyes and whispered, 'You look damn sexy.' I slipped the thong back up her legs and over her mound and in between her cheeks. I added the suspender belt and fastened it to the stockings and then we put the bra on her. Her nipples had hardened a bit and were poking through the mint-coloured silk. I had a quick look in the wardrobe and handed her a sleeveless, short black dress. She slipped it over her head and down her body and I zipped her up. When she was finished I stood and admired her and whispered, 'You are gorgeous, Brenda.' And she was."

Karen's legs were wide apart, splayed over the legs of both Jenny and Sharmila. Jenny had been the first to take advantage and was softly tracing her index finger along the length of the wet slit. Sharmila, on the other hand, had just begun to tease the hardened ridge.

"I put my top and skirt back on and we came back to the settee and started on the wine. She talked about her marriage and the reasons why it disintegrated. She was told by the doctor that she couldn't have children and I think that was the main reason. She also said she and her husband didn't make love after the first 8 years or so. She had a few one-night stands but found them unrewarding. Eventually she admitted to owning a few sex toys. I waited until she'd had a few more glasses of wine before I asked her if she'd ever been with a woman. She looked into my eyes for a long time before giggling, 'I think you're flirting with me.' I just said, 'And if I was?' But she didn't reply. 

Trish had also discovered the lubrication from Sharmila's vagina. Her wet finger was now spreading the juices along the crack of her bottom.

"We were both very tipsy when I asked her how the thong felt. She said she could feel the material wedged between her cheeks and every time she moved she could feel the material rubbing against her. 'Is it making you wet?' I asked her. She nodded so I said, 'Well, that makes two of us.' 

"I had an idea so I asked her when was the last time she had a slow dance. She laughed and said about a lifetime ago. I quickly got up and put on a compilation CD of slow romantic music. I stood in front of her and held out my hand and said, 'I'd love to dance with you, Brenda.' When she looked into my eyes again it felt as if she was coming to an important decision. She took my hand and we held each other close and started to move in time with the music. My hands went round to her back and I gently pulled her in and she didn't resist. I was very conscious of her breasts against my own; I could even feel her heart beating. I also felt her thighs pressed up against mine and I could feel the material of the nylons against my bare legs. I was very wet and I really wanted this woman. We didn't speak at all when we were dancing but in between song tracks I whispered, 'You're a lovely dancer, Brenda.' 

"Again she looked into my eyes silently and then down at my mouth. I thought if I didn't kiss her then I never would. It was gentle at first then she inserted her tongue into my mouth and let loose all her pent-up passion. The dam burst, as you might say. She held me behind my head and her leg came up high between my legs, pushing hard against my sex. Her other hand was squeezing my breast. I had to tell her to slow down before I exploded. Then she suddenly seemed to snap out of it and realise what she'd done and she was begging my forgiveness. She slumped down on the settee where I joined her. I took hold of both her hands and said, 'I don't want to forgive you because I loved it and I want to do it again. But only if you do.' She nodded so I leaned in and kissed her. My hand touched her knee and she flinched a bit and I continued moving my hand up her stockings to the bare skin at the top. She was moaning now and followed my example except she didn't stop. Her fingers had found the soaked thong and she began rubbing the material over my clit. I knew I was going to come before very long. So I let my fingers stray over her thong too. I couldn't believe how sodden she'd become. I hooked a finger under the gusset and found her open slit. I eased my finger inside her, as far as I could go. Instantly she shuddered and tried to pull my hand out but it was too late. Her legs slammed shut and she half stood up as her orgasm shook her. I could feel the muscles in her vagina throbbing against my finger. When she relaxed a bit I removed my finger and we both stared at it. Her juices were dripping off it."

A chain reaction had been set off between the women now. Melanie had followed the dampness on Jenny's thigh up to its source and was now carefully probing the wet opening with the point of her finger. Jenny and Sharmila had been alternating their fingers inside Karen whose legs were just starting to move in tune with the exploratory fingers. Trish had eased her middle finger fully inside Sharmila and seemed happy to leave it there for the moment.

"I took Brenda by the hand and led her back into the bedroom. By the foot of the bed we kissed some more and felt each other over our clothes. Her nipples had become really hard and prominent. I pulled her dress off and she loosened my skirt and slipped the top over my head. I pushed her gently back on the bed and positioned myself between her legs. She didn't know what I was going to do and tried to wriggle free. But I buried my face in her silk-covered sex and brought her to the point of no return with my tongue. My face was coated with her juices. I eased her thong to one side and found the large pink bud of her clitoris. As soon as I put my lips around the clit and sucked it in her thighs gripped my head very tightly. She cried out and began bucking wildly as I continued to kiss and suck and lick her. Then her hands dug into the back of my head as she literally squirted her orgasm over my face. She didn't stop shaking for a long time and I was then able to rub the cum off my face onto her stockings. 

"We lay kissing under the duvet for a while, entwined in each other's arms and legs. Although we had removed our bras we still kept our thongs on. Brenda had also taken off her suspender belt but not her stockings. She said sex had never been anywhere near as good as that for her before. I told her about my initiation into lesbian loving and she genuinely seemed intrigued. After a while she asked me if she could make love to my vagina. Well, I thought she'd never ask. 

"We threw off the duvet and she moved down the bed. She started by kissing my legs and leaving a wet trail all the way up my thighs. Then she used the back of her fingers to feel my thong. 'You are drenched down here,' she whispered. Next she slipped my thong down my legs. She held it in her hands and examined the gusset and put it up to her nose. I watched as she breathed in the scent. The tip of her nose became slick with juice. She moved back to my slit and used her fingers to pull the sides of my sex apart to study it in all its wet glory. She teased my clitoris with her fingers and then slipped a couple of fingers deep inside me. I arched my back because I was very close to eruption. Then her tongue just flicked at my clit. My poor bud was seriously throbbing at this point. She flicked a few more times while her fingers were pumping away. Then, suddenly, she had my clit between her lips and she was lashing her tongue back and forwards across it. Her pumping had become faster and deeper. In less that half a minute I came in convulsions but Brenda didn't stop. She just kept up the pace although the liquid must have been flowing out of me. I knew I was building up for a second, even more explosive, orgasm. When I came I clenched my thighs around her head. I suppose that was the only thing that stopped her from persisting in my exquisite torture. The excitement continued to ripple through me for a long time after. 




Karen's Revelations Ch. 05



Karen hesitated in her telling of the story to clasp a hand over her mouth. Nobody seemed worried and nobody asked why. Both Jenny and Sharmila smiled in satisfaction and Melanie and Trish instinctively knew that Karen had enjoyed another orgasm under the blankets. Melanie was concentrating on sliding her index finger inside Jenny's well-lubricated slit and Trish could feel the muscles of Sharmila's vagina grip her two fingers.

"Ahh, we spent..... the night together..... and made love once more..... in the morning. When she left I made sure she wore the sexy underwear, even though the thong was still soaked, and the dress. I gave her the address of The Top Hat and told her, if she wanted, our paths could cross again."

Jenny was tasting her finger. "You said she left you in no doubt that you wanted to become a lesbian. Was she your favourite?"

Karen was smiling as she looked at Jenny. "Probably. I mean they were all gorgeous women, especially Georgia who could easily have been a top class model or actress, but Brenda had a lack of self-awareness which I just found really nice. And sexy in a way."

"Have you any more conquests on the horizon?" asked Melanie.

Karen slipped a finger down under the blankets and dipped it into her own wetness. She showed her finger to everyone and smiled. 

"Sooner rather than later, I hope!"