0 comments/ 37074 views/ 5 favorites Lisa in London Ch. 1 By: Joseph32 Lisa woke to the smells of fresh baked pastries wafting through the open doors to the balcony. The breeze ushered in the warm smells of pastries and breads being prepared in the tiny bakery just down the avenue. The loud hustle and bustle of London hadn’t begun yet but soon would be charging through the mist-covered morning. Lisa loved London. She had visited there often and was finally living her dream of living there. She had received a grant to study the vast textile collection at the V & A Museum and prepare a report on the condition of this great archive of fine tapestries, weaves and ethnic patterns. She was a designer at heart, and she loved to sort through the dusty archives in search of a new pattern or combination of colors that she would incorporate into her own work. It had been a long day yesterday and she had fallen asleep immediately when she had gotten back to her room. She stretched out her lean body underneath the soft cotton sheets, stretching her aching muscles and basking in the idea of where she was and what she was doing. She was in heaven, professionally that is. Her personal life had been put on hold because of this extended trip. She had left behind her lover Jeff. He, also, was an artist and had encouraged her to pursue this opportunity. She was thrilled to have such an understanding lover but she would love to have him here to share the city with him. The sights and sounds of her favorite city with the man she loved, now that was perfect! She would have also liked to have him sharing her bed. It had been only a week since she and him had enjoyed each others bodies but it felt like forever. That is what she missed most, the caressing and fondling of her most unselfish lover. Jeff would spend whatever time it took to make sure that she always felt satisfied and was well versed in all sorts of pleasures. Whether it be his thick cock or his soft, wet tongue, he knew exactly where to pleasure her and would do it over and over until she was spent. The thoughts of Jeff’s strong hands cupping her breasts caused her to stir with emotions. Lisa could feel herself begin to warm and the tingling sensation began to pulsate in her moistening pussy. She slid her slender hand down to her shaved pussy and gave a few gentle strokes to her swelling clitoris. A warm wave washed over her as she pinched one of her small breasts and the other continued circling her engorged clit. She quickly tensed as the small orgasm came on in waves. Starting deep inside her wet center and radiating out to the tips of her fingers and toes. A breeze pushed back the drapes again and the cool air-dried the light sweat that had built up on her breasts. She smiled a wicked grin and wished again that Jeff were with her. Knowing that another long day awaited she finally abandoned the warm, four-poster bed and walked to the bathroom. She grabbed a slightly damp swimsuit from the rack. The fabric chilled her for just a second as she slid it over her athletic body. Lisa was almost 40 years old but barely looked past 30. She had always taken care of herself and the payoff had been a tight little body. Small, perky breasts and a nice round ass were a fine reward she thought for the long workouts. She wasn’t the ultra skinny model type but had nice curves where a woman should have curves. Her ass was cupped perfectly by the Speedo racing swimsuit. It tended to flatten her breasts but she admired herself in the full length mirror nonetheless. The chilled swimsuit made her nipples erect and hard. The pressed against the thin lycra, she smiled at the "glad to see you" tits she was displaying and decided she better wear a robe to the pool. She grabbed a bathrobe from the hook on the door and wrapped herself deep inside its warmth. Quickly grabbing her key and goggles, she walked up the stairs to the hotel pool on the top floor. The hotel was from the time when luxury was paramount. The pool sat atop the hotel and was a splendid example of art deco design. Beautiful tile work was the technique of the day, and it covered the floors and walls. Beautiful sconces bounced a soft lift off the walls and ceiling. The pool was surrounded by enormous picture windows and the mists of London swirled outside in the cool air. She was alone in the pool and gently dropped her robe to the deck chairs that filled one corner. With one timid toe she tested the water strictly out of habit. She knew the water would be perfect, it always was. A little warm but not too warm, just perfectly refreshing. She wrapped a rubber band around her long hair to keep it out of her eyes and gracefully dived into the waiting waters. She emerged from the water and began her daily workout of 50 laps. She sometimes dreaded the daily routine but when she was looking at herself in the mirror admiring her muscular ass and flat stomach, she knew it was all worth it. She slid into the "zone" where she was just a machine at that point. The body working perfectly. It reached and kicked with precise efficiency, making a wake behind her and waves that lapped at the sides of the large pool. Lap after lap went by, and in a respectable time she had completed her workout. She hugged the walls of the pool and breathed heavily. She liked to push herself and was always trying to do just a little more. The time had gone by so quickly and she was so into her workout that she nearly leapt out of the pool when she heard a voice beside her that was also out of breath. "Wow, you’re really in good shape!" the soft voice said. The voice belonged to a young woman of about 25, Lisa estimated. "Huh?" was the best Lisa could do; she was still in shock over not being alone. "I’ve been trying to keep up with you for the past 30 minutes, you’re amazing!" Lisa was finally coming back into reality. "Thanks" said Lisa. She smiled at the pretty girl. The girl was a stunner, beautiful blue eyes, and long blond hair. A striking contrast to the smoldering brown eyes and dark tresses of Lisa. The contrast was also displayed in their choices of swimsuits. The girl was wearing a bikini that had a black on black design. As always, Lisa was noticing the fabric and print, she never stopped. The girl slid over and introduced herself as Amanda. She was a student on a Rhodes Scholarship, studying graphic design and illustration. The two talked at length and realized that the shared similar histories of interests and schools. The both had gone to RISD (Rhode Island School of Design) and they exchanged sordid stories of their adventures. They both were living here for a while and both loved art and the endless pursuit of it’s study. Lisa had never had many women as friends so it was unusual to find a woman, much less a younger one, that she could talk too freely. She was having a great time but she knew she had to get ready for the day. She tried to steer the conversation to a polite conclusion when Amanda asked Lisa to give her some technique tips on swimming. She knew Lisa was very precise and that she was a relative newcomer to swimming as an exercise. She was more experienced at tanning then she was about swimming. Lisa had her float on her stomach while she would position her arms and show her the proper technique for freestyle swimming. It was then that Lisa realized that Amanda’s swimsuit was a bit more revealing than she had known. The bottoms were a thong, and the fabric framed Amanda’s tight ass very, very nicely. Amanda caught Lisa starring and the two of them blushed with embarrassment. Amanda had forgotten herself that she was wearing a thong and she laughed out loud. Lisa proceeded to instruct her new pupil on proper technique. Lisa could tell that Amanda was in excellent shape, as her hands slid over her sleek thighs and muscular arms and shoulders. Lisa was getting slightly aroused by gently touching this young goddess with the blond hair. Lisa had never been with a woman but had fantasized many, many times on what it would be like to be loved by another woman. Lisa couldn’t ignore Amanda’s gorgeous looks, she had a beautiful torso, long and lean. Full breasts, much bigger than Lisa’s and a perfectly round ass. Lisa could feel the warm rushes fill her pussy and her tits began to harden. She again stared at the round, thong covered ass. It had a nice glow of a fading tan. Her mind drifted and suddenly snapped back when Amanda swam away a few feet, kicking water up into the air. "How’s that?" Amanda asked. "Looked good to me" Lisa replied, commenting on the technique and secretly about Amanda’s fine ass. Amanda stared back at Lisa and saw the hardened nipples straining against the swimsuit. Amanda had caught the double entendre Lisa had intended. "You have an amazing body Lisa" Amanda said. "Thanks, I really try" responded Lisa. "I really love your suit, it makes your ass look so good." "I watched it for a while before I joined you." Amanda said. The frankness of the comment stunned Lisa for a second but quickly a smile crossed her lips and a blush came to her cheeks. "Speaking of nice asses…" Lisa said, "Yours is perfect. I like her choice in swimsuits too." Amanda smiled and pulled up the sides of her thong so the lips of her pussy were clearly visible against the fabric. A soft mound pushed against the thing material. Amanda starred at Lisa’s hardening tits and they both could feel the sexual tension rise and rise. Amanda gently swam back to Lisa until they were only inches away from each other. Amanda reached up and slowly pulled at the zipper that ran up the front of Lisa’s suit. Lisa’s first reaction was to back away but something made her stay. Amanda worked the zipper down past Lisa’s breasts, which now had room to regain their perkiness now that the tight fabric had been unzipped. Lisa leaned forward and placed her lips on Amanda’s waiting mouth. Their tongues encircled each other very slowly, twisting and turning in each other’s mouth. Amanda’s hands reached inside Lisa’s open suit and cupped her perfect tits. She gently pinched Lisa’s nipples as the intensity of the kiss increased. Lisa had slipped a hand into Amanda’s thong and was now feeling a clean shaven pussy. It was exquisite. Lisa too had a smooth clit, another demand from Jeff. Despite the warm water of the pool Lisa could feel the hot juices of Amanda’s snatch bursting forth. Soft moans emanated from Amanda’s mouth as Lisa worked Amanda’s clit just like she had worked her own only a few short minutes ago. They lingered in the kiss for an eternity. Amanda’s full breasts pressed against Lisa’s. Each other’s hands exploring the hidden places of the other. A mere 30 minutes earlier they were strangers and now they were engaged in the most intimate of acts. Lisa thought to herself that these things only happen in bad porn movies or even worse, romantic novels—gag! No, this was real. The tongue in her mouth was real, the hand on her breasts were real. The soft folds of a woman’s sex was definitely real. She was living a fantasy. Suddenly voices were heard from the hallway. The real world burst back into their fantasy and they pulled away from each other. Lisa zipped up her suit and Amanda adjusted her thong to cover her aching pussy. A couple of elderly women were chattering when they came into the poolroom. They hardly took notice of the two women drying off. They were much too busy talking about the latest royal scandal or some such nonsense. Lisa and Amanda donned their robes and headed out the door to the elevators. Amanda was 3 floors lower than Lisa. When Lisa’s floor came up she explained that she had to get to work. Amanda also expressed her urgency to get to her classes. With a quick wink, sly smiles and a slap on the ass from Amanda, Lisa went back to her room. She came through the door and closed it behind her. She leaned back against it and breathed heavily, not from exertion but from the adventure she was having. She was so excited by the feelings she had for this young woman that she was short of breath. She also knew she had better get ready for her day and quickly stripped out of her swimsuit and jumped in the shower. As she lathered the chlorine off of her body she imagined Amanda’s hands instead of her own. She didn’t care what this all "meant" she was just overwhelmed with passion and knew she had to have more. Lisa dressed was soon on the streets headed to the V & A. She didn’t know how she was going to concentrate but she knew she would. She also knew she would call on Amanda tonight for dinner and maybe something more... Lisa in London Ch. 2 Chapter 2: Erotic Thoughts and Shopping Lisa hurried down the crowded streets of Covent Garden. The warmth of the encounter she had glowed on her face. She could swear that people could tell that she had just been "felt up" by another woman. Never having a lesbian experience before, she figured everybody knew and were talking about her. Lisa didn’t care if they were, and they weren’t. She was grinning from ear to ear, loving the memory of sweet Amanda in the hotel pool. The memory of Amanda’s breasts pushed up against her own, Amanda’s hand massaging her breasts. The memories swirled in her mind, bringing that same smile to her face and a warm feeling between her thighs. She was almost giddy. The heels of her riding boots clicked on the cobblestones as she dashed across the intersection to her favorite bakery. Inside she perused the scones, biscuits and pastries. She smelled the fantastic aromas of strong coffee being poured in heavy ceramic mugs. A couple of English pounds later she emerged with a steaming cup of coffee and a small bag with a couple of fresh scones. Her long black skirt swished over her thighs as she hustled through the Underground station and boarded a waiting train just in time. She found a seat next to a man in a perfectly tailored suit; he was in his mid 60’s and reminded him of her father. He wore the same subtle cologne that her father preferred. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the familiar scent caused her to conjure her favorite memories of her father. He would be so proud of his little girl right now. She was living in London and doing what she loved. That’s all he ever expected from her. He was strict and demanding but never oppressive. He only expected her to do her best and give it her all. She had become a successful designer and scholar, and she gave her parents a great deal of the credit. An understanding Father and equally talented artist Mother had given her an incredible childhood of traveling adventure and love. A short while later the train stopped at her station and she clamored out with the rest of the rush hour crowd. They spilled out into the loud, busy streets of London. It was another glorious English day. Beginning with a morning chill and fog, later to be burned away by the afternoon sun. She walked up the side steps to the V & A Museum and provided her I D to the security guard. The museum wouldn’t be open to the public for another 3 hours. With a nod and wink from the elderly guard she was allowed in. The old man always flirted with her in the most innocent of ways and Lisa always flirted back, she loved the attention and the old man had treated her so well. "Have a good day Miss" the old guard said with his thick Scottish accent. "You too, Ian." Lisa replied as she swirled around in her skirt. She knew the man was checking out her fine ass but she didn’t care. She wore her streamlined Armani skirt that defined her body to perfection. It was a long, slender black skirt. Not overtly sexy but to a man with taste and a good eye for woman, it was extremely erotic. Lisa walked down the dark hallway to the private study rooms provided to students and scholars who were using the V & A’s collection as the basis for their studies or exhibit. The V & A always supported the scholars with unrestricted access to their treasures but to get that permission one had to be recognized as an expert in the field so it was a tremendous opportunity when Lisa’s application had been accepted by the world renowned V & A. She settled into the dark paneled study room. She laid her bag across the table and eased her self into the wonderful leather covered chair that had a great patina from years and years of scholars studying the wonderful objects that filled the archives of the great hall. The hot coffee warmed her intensely as it went down her throat. She devoured the scones and again allowed her mind to wander to that morning when she herself had ventured into another woman’s mouth with her curious tongue. She remembered the bikini that Amanda was wearing and the initial shock of Amanda’s ass being displayed in such a provocative thong. She also remembered how the velvety folds of Amanda’s clitoris felt on her fingertips. Lisa could feel her own pussy begin to become wet with desire. Her nipples hardened and pushed against the delicate lace of her bra. Lisa lingered in her moment of ecstasy until she was satisfied with the level of arousal. She knew she wouldn’t come down from this. To the contrary, she was enjoying the feelings she was experiencing. The tingly feeling one gets when they are just on the verge of lust. When the sexual energy is just crackling through their bodies so intensely that a person almost orgasms just from the thought of sex. Simply, Lisa was HORNY! She couldn’t stop thinking about Amanda and the continued adventures they might share. Hours went by and Lisa had settled into her studies. An African cupa cloth was displayed out before her on the table. She hastily scribbled notes into her worn notebook and referred to her equally worn textbooks. She removed her "nerd girl" glasses and stood up to stretch. Her arms stretched far above her head her sleek form slowly extended and the tension left her muscles. She bent down to touch her toes, thrusting her round ass high into the air. She smiled because at moments like this is when her lover, Jeff, would show up and begin to grind up against her backside. She loved being taken from behind and always loved a "quickie" fuck from Jeff. Sure he could last forever if need be, but she also liked a "wham, bam, thank you ma’am fuck" every now and then. With that thought she stood back up and grabbed her cell phone. She called back to the hotel to check her messages. She had one message from Jeff, she was glad. She loved his dirty notes. A quick thought raced through her head and she asked the Concierge for the number of Amanda in room #237. Lisa called the number and left a message inviting Amanda to dinner that night. Lisa was done for the day. There was no way she could concentrate any longer, and besides, she needed something special to wear tonight at dinner. With a sultry smile to Ian the security guard, Lisa hustled out into the streets and grabbed a double-decker bus. Minutes later she disembarked from the bus where a couple of school kids in uniforms pressed their faces to the glass to watch her walk down the side street. A block from Harrods was one of her favorite shops. It was the best lingerie boutiques she had ever seen. Inside was a collection of lacy, sheer and erotic barely nothings. Lisa loved to shop for lingerie. The idea of buying something-extra special for her lovers to enjoy excited her. She slowly moved through the exquisite panties and bras, the sheer teddies were especially fine. She, for a second, considered a sheer black body stocking but in the end opted for a beautiful, black bustier that laced up the front with thin, silky string ties. A pair of silk thong panties that had soft lacey edges and a classic garter that matched the bustier. The finishing touch being a pair of silk thigh-high stockings. She also purchased a luxuriant silk robe plus a few pairs of she liked to call their "stripper panties" These were barely panties since they could hardly cover her trimmed pussy but she loved the way they looked and the way they made her feel. With bags in hand she headed back to the hotel to prepare for the evening. 45 minutes later she came through the door of her room. She dropped her bag and books to the floor. She took the newly purchased items out of the wrapping papers that the sales clerk insisted upon. Lisa remembered how the clerk smiled when she neatly wrapped the thong panties, the old woman knew that Lisa was buying these for someone special to enjoy. Each scanty item was wrapped in snow white parchment paper and secured with a lovely seal that bore the logo of the shop. As Lisa unwrapped each item she imagined how Amanda would react and how she would react when she would unwrap her own present for display. She laid the bustier, panties and garter across the bed. It was a beautiful combination. It was gorgeous just lying there on the bed; she could only imagine how good it would look stretched across her supple body. Lisa slowly undressed out of her daily clothes. The blouse and skirt were tossed aside and soon she was standing before the full-length mirror admiring her bare skin, unobstructed by clothes. Her hand traced the outline of her breasts and slowly slid into the smooth curves of her thighs. She drew a hot bath and gently lowered herself into the steaming water. She leaned back against the marble tub and allowed herself to relax, drifting into a meditative state. The room filled with steam and she reclined back in the tub, gently running a natural sponge across her body, the soap gently washing away the tension that comes with being in the busiest city in the world. The hot water melted her rigid muscles and gave way to waves of pleasure. Her nipples grew hard from the erotic sensations of the water. Lisa’s fingers slid down her firm stomach through the narrow patch of pubic hair that she maintained, to the smooth lips of her pussy. A single finger slid between the satin folds of her warm center. Gentle stroking of the outer edges of her clitoris made her breasts rise and fall with excitement. Slowly she built herself toward a satisfying orgasm, dreaming all the while of Amanda’s soft lips devouring her own, Amanda’s hand exploring where her own was busily working in circular strokes. The orgasm came quickly, she had needed it all day and with a sudden rush, she came with a soft gasp. Lisa sank back into the warmth of the tub, still stroking her pleased pussy and dreaming of Amanda’s sleek form wrapped in her own. Lisa floated in bliss for nearly an hour and finally stood up in the marble tub that had been so much fun. She wrapped a towel around her body and another around her long, dark hair. She put on an absurd pair of fluffy slippers and stepped out into the dwindling twilight that filled her room. Soft shades of pink, orange and magenta colored the walls. The sunset was beautiful. Lisa noticed a small piece of folded paper near her door and saw her named neatly written across it. The penmanship was beautiful, obviously somebody took great care to write this small note. The paper appeared to have been torn from a sketchbook. In beautiful script the note read, "Lisa, Thank you for your invitation to dinner. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. I look forward to spending the evening learning every curve of your body and every desire in your heart. Love, Amanda" A small sketch was in the upper left corner, it was a portrait of Lisa and it made her smile. It had been done with such tenderness and attention to detail; the eyes almost seemed alive. Lisa placed the message into her notebook. Lisa’s notebook was her life; it held all her secrets and so much more. To be given a place in there was truly a great honor. Lisa dropped her towel and gracefully slid into her new silk panties. The little piece of silk covered her freshly groomed pussy, just barely. She gently pulled up the sides of the panties until they were high on her curved hips. The thong back settled nicely into her ass. These were suddenly her new favorite pair of panties. She ran a hand over the silk fabric and could feel the warmth radiating from her pussy. She knew this was going to be a fantastic evening. She had just met a beautiful woman with whom she had so much in common. She had engaged in her first lesbian experience, and loved it! Now, she was dressing in an exquisite set of lingerie that left no doubts as to what she had in mind that evening. She re-read the note from Amanda and continued to dress… Lisa in London Ch. 3 Chapter 3: Girls Night Out Lisa finished putting her makeup on. She rarely wore any makeup but tonight called for a bit more exotic look. Her dark eyes were lined to give them an even more piercing presence and her pouty lips were painted with a rich wine colored lipstick. Lisa slithered into the sheath dress that lay across the bed. It was full length and hugged every curve of her body. The dress was simple in it's design, Lisa did not like "costumes" and dresses that had sequins, beads and anything of that nature would never be tolerated. No, she preferred classic design and simple shapes. Now, this is not saying that this dress wasn't drop dead gorgeous. It fitted to her form like it was painted on. The neckline of the dress cascaded down to reveal the hint of cleavage that the bustier provided. A simple sterling silver necklace complimented her smooth, ivory skin. A sheer wrap hung about her shoulders adding the final touch to an elegant outfit. With one last glance in the mirror and a minor adjustment to her hair she picked up her clutch purse and headed out the door to retrieve Amanda. A wicked grin crossed her ruby lips. The elevator doors opened on Amanda's floor. Lisa was nearly knocked over by a man and wife loading luggage into the opening elevator doors. It looked like they were heading home and were arguing about flight times. They woman continued chastising her husband who had grown suddenly silent. His jaw was on the floor and his eyes were on Lisa's perfect form. He just stood there looking very much like a deer in the headlights. As Lisa walked down the hallway she heard the women yell even louder despite the closing elevator doors, she knew it was about her. Evidently she had chosen the right dress for the evening. Room #237 was near the end of the hall. Lisa took a deep breath and knocked on the dark-wood door. Immediately the door opened and there stood Amanda. Lisa's heart almost stopped. She had only seen Amanda in the pool, no makeup, hair all wet. Now, here she was wearing the same minimal makeup that Lisa preferred and her blond hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, held fast by a black ribbon. She was breathtaking. "God, you look fantastic!" Amanda said. "I love that wrap!" "Thank you." Responded Lisa; "I liked your note." With that Lisa opened her clutch and showed Amanda that she had brought the note with her. They stood smiling at each other, each remembering that morning when they had experienced each other's body for only a short while. Seconds passed until Amanda regained her senses and invited Lisa in while she finished getting ready. Lisa entered the small apartment and flashed back to her days in art school. Art supplies; paper and magazines were strewn across the room. An old drawing table was weighted down with colored pencils, paint brushes and little bottles of colored inks. The walls were covered with sketches and concept studies. Lisa watched Amanda finish getting ready for their night out. Light from the large windows fell across her body and lit up her blond hair. She looked amazing, such a natural beauty. Amanda had chosen an elegant mini-dress to wear this evening. Black, similar to Lisa's, but very, very short. Amanda's long, lean legs disappeared into the short dress that ended just below the finishing curve of her ass. No stockings, just bare, tan legs that glowed in the dwindling evening light. Amanda's dress complimented Lisa's, equally simple and understated but much more revealing. Amanda definitely had the body; she should show it off. Thin straps slipped sat across her lean shoulders, her large breasts pressed against the soft fabric of the dress. Amanda's arousal caused her nipples to stiffen and protest against the thin material of the dress. Amanda had forsaken all undergarments for this evening. There was no hint of a panty line, just the smooth perfection of Amanda's ass. "Ready?" Amanda asked. Lisa was in a trance staring at the smooth form of Amanda body. Amanda pulled her back into consciousness with a soft, wet kiss on Lisa's waiting lips. Tongues danced delicate circles around one another. Lisa reached up and cupped Amanda's large breasts; a soft moan escaped Amanda's lips as Lisa massaged her hard nipples between her fingers. "You're going to make me too wet, " protested Amanda. "Oh, we wouldn't want that would we?" replied Lisa. Lisa's hand ventured under Amanda's dress and found the moist sex that was radiating intense heat. A single finger traced the outline of Amanda's sizzling cunt, finally probing soft folds. Lisa withdrew the wet finger and placed it on her tongue, tasting the erotic juices of her new lover. She closed her eyes and savored the spices of Amanda's fire. "UmmÉ. You are so evil." Purred Amanda. Even though Lisa had never been with another woman, she knew what drove her crazy and bet it would drive Amanda to ecstasy as well. To her it all seemed very natural; who else would know how to touch another woman other than another woman? "Let's go to dinner," said Lisa "Yes, it would be a shame to spoil our appetites by eating "dessert" first." Amanda replied. They both smiled at the thinly veiled suggestion. The two women strode out of the elevator and through the lobby. Every head turned to watch these two goddesses walk through the marbled hall. The contrast was stunning. The slightly taller Amanda, straight blond hair pulled back to reveal her sparkling green eyes. Her large, tanned breasts bounced as she sauntered with Lisa. In comparison, Lisa's dark hair and smoldering brown eyes were a perfect compliment to the Danish features of Amanda. Her pristine, athletic figure flowed in her long fitted gown. There wasn't a man in the building who wouldn't have sold his soul to have these two women. They were radiating pure sexual energy that charged the air around them, it was almost tangible. If the spectators only knew that these two would be entwined in each other's body later that evening, a couple of the older men would have had heart attacks. Lisa and Amanda walked out to the waiting black cab that Lisa had ordered. The Doorman opened the door for Lisa and Amanda. Lisa entered the cab first and Amanda followed. As Amanda sat down she allowed the Doorman a perfect view of her bare pussy. She looked him directly in the eyes, which were focused on the glistening lips of her cunt. He looked up to see her catching him gazing at her slit, Amanda just smiled and very slowly closed her legs and the "show". "No peeking." Amanda said as she seductively wagged her finger. The Doorman just blushed and smiled, trying desperately too not to shoot a load right then and there. "Now, who's being evil?" Lisa said teasingly. The two women leaned over to share a passionate kiss; again their tongues found their receptive counterpart. The door of the cab closed and began to speed away toward the heart of London. The Doorman stood on the curb trying to regain his senses, seconds later he excused himself to the restroom to relieve some "tension". The cab raced through the crowded streets of London. Lisa and Amanda sat close together, holding each other's hand. Lisa looked out at the people on the streets marveled at the non-stop activity of her favorite city. Amanda removed one of her heels and was slowly rubbing her bare foot up against Lisa's leg. Lisa could feel the fire begin to build in her silk panties, which were becoming very moist indeed. Amanda also played with the wisps of hair that fell in front of Lisa's eyes. Every so often they would steal a quick kiss much to the delight of the cab driver. Lisa wanted more than anything to push Amanda's head down to cool the inferno that was growing between her legs. She needed to feel the soft tongue of this woman licking the folds of her velvet envelope. Lisa resisted this urge and slid one of her hands between the thighs of Amanda. Her hand melted within the heat of Amanda's firm legs. "Where are we going?" asked Amanda "Somewhere special, be patient." Lisa replied The cab continued its journey down the Strand. The bright lights of the city reflecting off the glass and steel buildings. People fill the sidewalks, out for their own evenings of adventure and fun. "Here we are ladies," the thick cockney accent driver said. Amanda stepped out of the open door of the cab. Unfortunately, this doorman was not treated to the same "show' that his fellow doorman was provided. Amanda readjusted her dress very coyly and flashed the doorman a knowing smile. Amanda looked up to see the grand entrance to the Savoy Hotel. It boasted some of the finest restaurants in the world. "Oh Lisa, you're kidding?" Amanda shrieked. "I thought we deserved some indulgence, and besides, this is my first time having a woman for dinner. I think it should be special." Lisa said seductively. Amanda smiled her dirtiest smile and grinned at Lisa, who in turn, smiled back. Lisa paid the cab driver and whispered a little something into his ear. Amanda and Lisa proceeded into glistening entrance to the Savoy. Another doorman tipped his hat to the two stunning ladies and ushered them inside. Amanda and Lisa exuded erotic energy as they went to the second floor of the grand hotel. Once there, the Maitre D' of "The Upstairs Restaurant" greeted them. It was a cozy little eatery that provided intimate dining. A perfect place for intense conversation and smoldering lust. They were seated in the special table that Lisa had requested. From this vantage point they could survey the entire restaurant and still be very secluded from the rest of the diners. In this quiet corner a single red rose laid across one of the table settings, another of Lisa's prearranged surprises. The Maitre D' seated the two ladies; Amanda gently sniffed the rose that had been chosen just for her. She closed her eyes and inhaled the lilting aroma of her perfect rose. Instead of this being a conventional table it was slightly different. It allowed it's two guests to be seated side by side. The proximity increased the intimacy of the seating, not to mention the possibilities. "Are you sure this is your first time?" asked Amanda. "Your skills of seduction are Éoverwhelming." Amanda again sniffed the petals of her rose. "Yes, I have never been with a woman until you. That doesn't mean I haven't thought about it though." Lisa said. "Besides, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind all day!" she added. "I know! Me too! I was in my still life drawing class and instead of having a nice sketch of a bowl of fruit, I had page after page of you reclining naked on a bed." Amanda confessed with a laugh. "You should have seen the Professor's face when he came by to critique!" With that the two women burst out laughing. The laughter eased the growing tension and allowed the women to relax and enjoy the two glasses of Merlot that suddenly appeared. The evening was filled with intense and erotic conversation. There was no topic that didn't get explored in great depth. Politics, religion, family, art and as the evening grew later, the conversation turned to sex. They shared their most intimate stories of lovers they have had, things they had done. What were the things that made them hot with passion and techniques each woman used to drive their lovers to the brink of ecstasy. They talked in great deal about their fantasies. During the conversation each woman took turns running their slender hands between the thighs of the other. It was almost an unconscious action. While one woman was describing in delicious detail a story of sexual proclivity, the other would be massaging the burning thighs of the other. Since Amanda was wearing a dress that allowed easy access, Lisa explored the soft folds of Amanda's clit. To the casual observer it looked like two good friends having a wonderful dinner. This was, in part, true. They were becoming more than friends and Amanda was on the brink of climaxing with unknown intensity. Lisa began to slow her pace when Amanda insisted otherwise. "Oh God, don't stop." She whispered. Amanda's legs spread wide under the table, allowing Lisa more room to massage her swollen clitty. Amanda continued to describe her first lesbian experience while Lisa deftly inserted a finger into her steaming cunt. With each word Lisa became more aroused by Amanda's story, While Amanda's hands gripped the edge of the table, trying to contain her building passion, Amanda's luscious "buds" strained against the ethereal fabric of her dress. Lisa's finger probed in and out of Amanda's wet hole with blurring speed. The erotic story and a final thrust of Lisa's finger encouraged Amanda to her goal. "Mmmm!" loudly escaped Amanda's lips. This was loud enough to garner attention from some of the other patrons. Amanda's body shuddered from the sexual waves that raced up and down her spine. Lisa slowly removed her hand and looked around to see a table of businessman sheepishly looking at them. Without a hint of embarrassment, she shot them a slutty grin and licked her glistening finger clean. "Oh my god, that was incredible!" Amanda groaned. She had her eyes closed while she enjoyed the final waves of her climax. Lisa sipped her wine. The two juices mixed elegantly in her mouth. The spices of Amanda's pussy and the smooth mellow body of the Merlot. She savored both of them equally. The two women continued their conversation and fondling until they were the final two patrons in the restaurant. They finished up the remaining morsels of their desserts. In perhaps the most erotic scene the two played out that evening, they took turns feeding the other a sampling of their respective desserts. Amanda shared her decadent cheesecake and Lisa, in turn, shared her cr Lisa in London Ch. 4 Lisa got up from the Victorian bed and walked over to the full-length mirror. It was an obvious antique, she thought of the stories it could tell, the things it had seen. She decided to ad her own chapter to its history. She dragged it over to the foot of the bed until she could see the reflection of Amanda lying on her back. Amanda was softly giggling at the antics of Lisa. For a first time lesbian, she certainly was getting into it. "Kinky, I love it!" Amanda laughed. Lisa climbed back into bed. Now they had a perfect reflection of both of them in the mirror. Their eyes traced each other’s body like a voyeur. The mirror added an extra dimension to the eroticism. Now they were watching two women make love to each other. Soft, delicate curves flowed into one another. The contrasts complimented one another; they made a stunning pair they both agreed. "Have you been with many women?" asked Lisa. "You are so incredible, I’m still feeling it." Amanda rolled over to kiss Lisa. Now they were side by side facing each other, she ran her fingers through Lisa’s thick, dark hair. "Truthfully, I’ve only been with 2 other women. One, my first time, was when I was drunk and I can hardly remember it. The second time was a sorority sister of mine. That is what I consider my first time. It was so sweet and beautiful." Amanda remembered. "She was exclusively a lesbian, not bi. She showed me how wonderful a woman’s body could feel and taste. She taught me so much." Amanda continued. "I still love having a man give me his cock, but every now and then I meet someone special like you and I just can’t deny the need to be with them." Lisa blushed. She buried her face in the pillow at her sudden embarrassment. Lisa lifted her head from the pillow and stared back to the mirror. Amanda was making small circles on her clit. The show Amanda was putting on was arousing Lisa all over again. She always got off when she watched Jeff stroking his cock and this was making her drip with desire just like that had always done. Amanda’s finger would dip quickly into the moist slit, sliding out much slower. Amanda’s finger was shining with moisture. Lisa leaned over until she felt Amanda’s erect tit slide across her lips. Continuing to watch Amanda in the mirror, she began to tease the pink bud with her tongue. Matching the pace Amanda set, she made small circles on Amanda’s nipple with her hot tongue. Amanda moaned with appreciation. Lisa drew the tit into her mouth and sucked hard. The harder she sucked, the faster Amanda’s fingers worked the lips of her pussy. Lisa reached over and began fondling the other breast. She gently pinched the swollen nipple. Again the sensation sent Amanda into frenzy. Amanda’s hips thrust intense with passion. She had spread her legs wide and pulled them up toward her breasts. Lisa watched in the mirror, as the view of Amanda’s pussy became even more detailed. She saw the swollen pink lips of Amanda’s shaved snatch. It looked angry, bright red, but the moans of delight as Amanda stroked herself told the truth of the situation. Amanda continued to massage her clit while she used her other hand to begin inserting fingers deep into her center. She slid a single finger in deep. It moved in and out, drawing more and more wetness out each time. This solitary finger was followed by a second, then a third. Lisa starred at the 3 fingers that were fucking her new love. She sucked and licked the beautiful breasts of this gorgeous woman. "Ohhh…. Your tongue feels so good on my tits! Nibble on my hard tits! Suck them!" Amanda shouted. The encouragement worked, Lisa focused solely on Amanda’s nipples while Amanda masturbated for Lisa’s delight. Finally a fourth finger ventured into the stretched hole of Amanda’s cunt. Lisa could hardly hold the tit in her mouth because of the convulsions that rocked Amanda’s fine form. "Suck on my big tits! Suck them my little slut! God, I loved it when you came on my face, you tasted so sweet! Make me cum like that you dirty slut!" Amanda screamed. Lisa loved dirty talk when she fucked. This drove her to suck hard on Amanda stiff tits. She also felt the small waves of an orgasm stirring in her snatch. She wasn’t cumming like she had before; these were just the muscular convulsions of her own pussy. Her mind laughed when she thought of the term "Sympathy Orgasm". Amanda, on the other hand, was cumming like mad. Lisa bit her tits hard and that sent Amanda into ecstasy. The slight pain and intense orgasm raced through Amanda’s whole body. Her toes curled and her breasts heaved high into the air. Her head thrust back as she moaned loudly Lisa pinched one of Amanda’s nipples hard and leaned down to lap at the juices gushing from Amanda cumming twat. Lisa again tasted the exotic spices of her lover’s pussy. She didn’t realize she would love tasting a woman so much. The unusual tastes swirled on her tongue; the scent of Amanda was equally intoxicating. Amanda reached her zenith and a tear ran down her face. The orgasm was greater than she had ever known. The one in the restaurant was a teaser compared to this mind-numbing finger-fuck she was riding. All the flurry of movement, the sucking, thrusting, pinching, came to a sudden and complete stop. She just laid there, all her muscles clench, and rode the never-ending waves of lust that crashed through her body. Finally, her muscles released their tension and she melted back into the warm comforter and pillows. Lisa gave small, intimate kisses all over Amanda’s body. She tasted the sweet sweat that moistened Amanda’s skin. The two new lovers lay together in the majestic bed that had served them so well. The evening had been wonderful from beginning to end. Neither woman had ever experienced such a feeling of wholeness as they did at that moment. They listened to the soft breaths of the other. They could hear the faint sounds of the world around them but they didn’t care to rejoin just yet. They stayed in their own little fantasy and eventually they both drifted off to a sound sleep embracing the other. They awoke to the sounds of the morning and the bright beams of sun that penetrated the gaps in the heavy curtains. Still groggy, they smiled sheepishly at each other and shared a quick kiss. Lisa got up and walked into the bathroom, Amanda watched her as she strode across the room, admiring her firm ass and well-groomed pussy. She loved how Lisa’s breasts were perfectly shaped and upturned. She thought that they had the most perfect nipples she had ever seen. Small areolas surrounding tiny little pink buds. Amanda’s sore pussy ached when she thought about those fine tits. Lisa drew a very hot bath and stared at herself in the mirror. She didn’t look any different, except maybe for the little bits of chocolate that Amanda had missed when she devoured Lisa’s pussy. No, she didn’t look any different, but she felt different. She felt warmth that began at her very soul. She felt complete, like a missing piece to a puzzle was finally found after years of searching. Her hand traced down to her sore pussy and she smiled at the new memories that filled her head. Lisa gathered up the shampoo and placed them near the enormous, antique tub. The water had wisps of steam dancing on its surface. She poked her head out of the bathroom and called to her lover. "Like to join me?’ Lisa asked. "I’d thought you’d never ask" Amanda replied. The two sirens disappeared into the warmth of the bath. They took turns scrubbing the others nubile bodies with the luxuriant soap the Savoy provided. They softly cleaned their lover’s breasts, legs, back and cunts. They extra special care to clean the others’ sex, both of them giving the other a delicate, clean shave. Amanda shaved away the remaining patch of pussy that Lisa had. Now both women were alike in yet another way. Lisa closed her eyes and basked in the erotic experience of having her lover shave her soft pussy. The juices of strawberries, pussies and chocolate streamed off their newly scrubbed skin. It was like washing away an old life and replacing it with a new one. Both women recognized the symbolism of the bath. They remained in the relaxing water for hours. Every now and then re-heating the water, Lisa even managed to retrieve the bottle of champagne that was forgotten in the heat of their passions. They sipped their champagne and exchanged deep, longing kisses. They finally decided to leave the tub and stepped out onto the cold marble floor. They donned the angel soft robes that hung on the back of the door. Lisa walked over to a small case that she had had the cab driver stow away in the boot of the car. This is what she had whispered to him about earlier. From the bag she retrieved the two pairs of "stripper panties" that she had purchased the day before. She dropped her robe and slid into the ultra sheer panties, the g-string slid deeply into her ass. Amanda just leaned against the bed and admired the show that was going on. Lisa walked over to Amanda, untied her robe, and kneeled down before Amanda. Lisa kissed Amanda’s soft cunt and worked the silky panties up Amanda’s long, slender legs until it was stretched neatly across the succulent pink flesh of Amanda’s sex. Lisa stood up and engaged Amanda in a long, passionate kiss that said "thank you" with every flutter of her tongue. "I’m starving." Lisa said. A quick call to room service and soon the two new lovers were enjoying breakfast on the quaint. They talked again at great length about all things personal and private. The two women also contemplate the further adventures they would share not to mention the chocolate covered strawberries that had been delivered with their breakfast. The End? Let me know if you would like to read more about Lisa and Amanda’s lives.