4 comments/ 31970 views/ 29 favorites Red Lipstick Seduction By: HeyAll A confident woman should embrace her sexuality. *** Melinda arrived at the Miami airport and already she looked like a tourist. She knew the weather was going to be hot, so she dressed fairly light, but not light enough compared to everyone else. When she pushed her luggage on a cart to the terminal, she saw a woman holding a sign with her name on it. Melinda was aware that the company had sent someone to pick her up at the airport, and she expected a middle aged man in a suit. Instead, Melinda was greeted by someone with the appearance of a latina bombshell. They spoke for a few moments to confirm their identities, and the woman introduced herself as Carmen. They shook hands and exchanged short pleasantries. As they walked to the parking lot, Melinda couldn't help but think of how odd they must have looked together. They looked like polar opposites of each other. Melinda was a plain white woman from Washington state. Carmen was a hispanic goddess, with brown skin that was bathed in the Florida sun. Melinda was dressed in straight laced corporate attire. Carmen was dressed sexy for the warm coast. Melinda had a plain body, which needed a bit more exercise. Carmen had sculpted arms & legs, with fairly large breasts and a perfect butt. They continued making small talk as they walked through the airport. Melinda learned that Carmen was of Cuban descent and had spent her entire life in the city. She also learned that Carmen was her driver for the week-long stay in Miami. When they reached the parking lot, Melinda was surprised to see a red sports car. They loaded the luggage in the trunk, and then sat in the seats. "This isn't what I expected," Melinda said, buckling her seatbelt. Carmen put her sunglasses on. "What were you expecting then? An old white guy to pick you up in a limo?" "Something along those lines, I suppose." "Relax. You're in Miami now." The engine roared and they left the parking lot. The city view was gorgeous. Carmen drove at a safe speed, but Melinda held on tight, because she had never ridden in a powerful sportscar before. "So, do you work for the company?" Melinda asked. "No. I work for an outside agency. I was hired to show you around the city during your stay in Miami. Think of me as your personal tour guide, or as a hired friend. When you're not working, we'll do fun things together." They continued on the road. The sunroof was down and the air flowed freely. "Oh, well, that's good to know." "You do like to have fun, don't you?" Carmen asked in a sort of teasing way. "Sure I do, who doesn't?" "A lot of corporate women are stiff and pent up. I see it all the time." "That makes sense," Melinda replied. "Climbing the corporate ladder takes a huge time commitment. You can't have a life. There's no time for it." "Then why do it?" Melinda thought for a moment. "I suppose because there's a certain pride in being successful. Or maybe some people are just born to be over-achievers." "Doesn't sound like a very fulfilling lifestyle." "Anything better in mind?" Carmen focused on her driving. "Take a look around. Beautiful beaches. Beautiful people. Nice weather. This is the life that people should be living. Not being stuffed in an office all day." "You really aren't with the company, are you?" Melinda playfully asked. When they reached a stoplight, Carmen lifted her sunglasses, turned to Melinda, and winked. "Like I said, I work for an outside agency." They continued on the road until they reached the hotel. It was a fairly nice hotel in the downtown area, which the company had paid for. Carmen accompanied Melinda to the room, and they spent a little more time together. "What are your plans for tonight?" Carmen asked. "Rest. Probably. I don't know. I haven't really thought about it." "And your plans tomorrow?" "I'll be busy most of the day," Melinda replied. "Work stuff." "Do you like to dance?" "Not really. I'm sure it's fun, but I never really got the hang of it." Carmen smiled, "Then I'll pick you up at 8. We'll have a light dinner then I'll take you salsa dancing. It's going to be a great time." "Thanks, but I don't think..." "8 pm," Carmen smiled again. "Don't be late." She wasn't taking 'no' for an answer, then she left the hotel room. Melinda wasn't given a choice. After a moment, all Melinda could think about was what to wear. *** Melinda was never much of a dancer. The first time she tried to dance was in the senior year of high school prom. She was a book-worm back then. And she somehow managed to get a date with a fairly handsome guy from the football team. Once her sisters found out, they grabbed a hold of her and worked their magic. They transformed her from a shy little wallflower, to something that's blossomed. Everyone told her how pretty she looked. Her classmates could barely recognize her. It gave her a warm feeling. When it was time to dance, the heel in her left shoe broke and she fell. It was the most humiliating moment of her life. And it was also the moment which she decided that the party lifestyle wasn't for her. That she was better suited focusing on academics. * Carmen arrived at the hotel lobby at 7:55. She looked like a true goddess. She wore a sleek dress which perfectly showcased her hips and breasts. High heels which accentuated her long legs. And red lipstick which provided a nice contrast to her brown skin. Melinda wondered how that woman was able to walk so sensually in those heels. They greeted each other with a hug this time. "You look stunning," Melinda complimented. "I feel so under-prepared." Carmen smiled. "Thanks sweetheart. And don't worry about your appearance. I like your classy & sophisticated look." The rest of the night felt like a movie. They went to an exotic looking Cuban restaurant and Melinda ate things which amazed her. She wasn't used to spicy foods, but it was a very nice thing to try. Afterwards, they talked for an hour over drinks. Melinda revealed that she was born & raised in New Hampshire. She later moved to California to pursue her high academic goals. Then she later moved to Washington state for a job offer that she received. Melinda also revealed that she was once close to getting married to a former colleague. It didn't work out because of their hectic work schedules. She explained that she didn't have many hobbies. It rained a lot in Washington so she mainly stayed indoors during her free time. On rainy days, she enjoyed cooking, binge watching tv shows, reading books, and playing with her cat. Carmen revealed that her parents came to America as refugees from Cuba. Living in Florida was the only life she had ever known. And she was grateful for it. She fondly expressed her love of life and all things passionate. She lived for passion. And the pursuit of passion. She professed her love for swimming and sunbathing on the beach. It was how she maintained her sexy figure. She also loved dancing and the Miami nightlife. "Speaking of dancing," Carmen said. "I think we've been here long enough. My butt is getting sore from this seat. Come on. I'll show you a good time." After paying the bill, Carmen pulled a reluctant Melinda out of the seat and they went to a nearby salsa dance studio. It was a small place where a man (who was also Carmen's friend) taught people the art of salsa dancing. Most of the other guests were also white tourists, so Melinda didn't feel so out of place. Carmen removed her high heels, and Melinda removed her shoes. When the music played, they danced. It was awkward for Melinda at first, but with Carmen's encouragement and infectious smile, she began to loosen up. Soon, all inhibitions were gone. Melinda was in Miami, in a small studio where everyone was dancing to salsa music, and she was dancing with a beautiful goddess in front of her. It was a moment she never expected. And she enjoyed the night. *** They didn't meet again until the day after. They met at a local cafe. Melinda expressed her love for the previous evening. "I loved the dancing," Melinda said over coffee. "They don't have anything like that we're I'm from. So it was definitely very enjoyable. Thank you." "Maybe we'll do it again sometime. But today, I have something else in mind." She raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure it must be good." "We'll go to the beach. Then we go shopping. All expenses paid." Melinda briefly flashed a skeptical look. "You know, I asked about you during yesterday's meeting. The men didn't know anything about you. The women just seemed to blushed. Keep in mind, these corporate women don't blush easily. So, do you mind telling me who you really are? I'm not an idiot." After a quick sip of coffee, Carmen reached in her small black purse and handed Melinda a plain looking business card. High Heels, Red Lipstick: Servicing women for over 20 years No names. No address. No contact information. Just a name and a logo. It was as simple as that. "I've never heard of this," Melinda said. "Of course not. We don't advertise. But the executives in the Miami branch of your company know who we are. That's why I was hired for you." "I'm confused." "Don't be," Carmen shrugged. "I've been hired to provide a service. And I'm great at my job. We're having fun, aren't we? I love corporate women. I love peeling back the layers and exposing what's there. You'll see." The words left Melinda slightly bewildered, and she gave a forced smile. When the check came, Carmen paid with the same credit card she's used all along. Then they left the cafe. *** It felt like a mystery. As they got in Carmen's sports car and drove around the city, Melinda wondered about High Heels, Red Lipstick, and the cryptic remarks which Carmen had made during breakfast. The words were filled with innuendo. When Melinda had previously asked the other business women about Carmen, they suddenly seemed shy, and were vague with their replies. Melinda didn't know what to expect. The only thing she knew was that she was having a good time. Carmen was a beautiful woman who understood how to make a person feel good. There was also a genuine connection between them, Melinda thought. So why question it? * Around 10 am, Melinda was surprised by the scantily clad bodies at the beach. The beach goers were practically naked, at least by Melinda's standards. There was a mischievous grin on Carmen's face. "I brought some bikinis," Carmen said. "There's a nearby changing room." "Oh, no, I can't." "I don't want to hear that," Carmen said persistently. "You've told me that Washington rains a lot. Well, you're here. It's the perfect day. And it's hot. So let's work on our tans. You look like you could really use it." Before Melinda could refuse again, Carmen got out of the car and opened the trunk to get the bikinis. Melinda reluctantly followed. "I really appreciate everything," Melinda said. "But this is too much. I don't think I should be..." "Nonsense. Take this. Let's go to the changing room. We'll bring our clothes back to the car." A few minutes later, both women stepped out of the changing room. Carmen's goddess physique was on full display. She wore nothing but a small bikini. Barefoot on the ground. Her skin was a beautiful shade of brown, and there were no signs of tan lines anywhere. Her breasts and rear end looked even bigger without the constraints of proper clothes. By contrast, Melinda wore her bikini, but kept her white tshirt on. Her legs were a pale shade of white, and weren't very toned. "This is as far as I'll go," Melinda said staunchly. "I won't remove the tshirt." "Fair enough. But I think that's a shame. You have a beautiful figure." "Not compared to you. Thank you anyway." Carmen shook her head. "We all have our preferences. I've noticed that you've been admiring my attributes since the moment we first met. The truth is, I think you're equally as gorgeous as me. You just don't realize it." "Well, thank you." They both carried their clothes and put them in the car. Carmen grabbed a beach blanket, sunglasses, lotion, and they walked on the hot sand. It was a hot day. And the beach was filled with beautiful people who were enjoying themselves. Melinda couldn't remember the last time she went to the beach. It was a nice thing to experience. Despite her initial refusals, going to the beach was actually a good idea, she quickly realized. The beach blanket was laid neatly across the sand. Carmen was the first to lay on it. She immediately relaxed with her sunglasses on. Melinda noted how beautiful the dark skinned woman was. There weren't a lot of women like that in Washington. In fact, Melinda couldn't remember the last time she had seen a latina bombshell in the city where she lived. Those sorts of things were only seen on tv or in magazines. She laid down on the blanket next to Carmen. They laid side by side. It was tough for Melinda to relax. The sun was bright and the weather was making her sweat. Beach goers were making noises in all directions. It wasn't the ideal atmosphere to relax, not for Melinda at least. Especially laying next to such an exotic beauty. "Why are you still single?" Carmen asked, still laying motionlessly on the blanket. "My work schedule. And I'm picky, I suppose." "And what about your needs?" "Excuse me?" Carmen lifted her sunglasses. "You have needs, don't you? Or are you a vampire with no pulse?" "If I was a vampire, I wouldn't be laying here in the sun with you." "Good point," Carmen replied, looking the woman over. "But the whiteness of your skin suggests otherwise." Melinda squirmed her legs. "There's not much sun where I'm from." "You haven't answered my question yet. What do you do about your needs?" Melinda gave a dumbfounded look. "I really don't know how to answer that." "Well, do you masturbate? What do you use? What do you think about?" "I..." "Relax," Carmen said in a reassuring tone. "It's just between us. I won't tell anybody from the company, unless you want me to?" "Of course not." "Then tell me. Our secret." "Why are you asking me something like this?" "Because we're friends," Carmen replied. "And friends tell each other everything. At least that's the way things work around here. In Miami, people are much more open about their sexuality." "I'm from a much more conservative area." "Then should I go first?" Melinda paused for a moment. "If you want." "I love sex," Carmen said, almost in a proud manner. "I don't say that to be obscene, but I mean that in a positive way. I feel that sex is a very important part of a person's spirituality. A woman doesn't know herself until she understands herself sexually." Melinda was spellbound by the words. The beach was too lively and noisy for anyone else to hear. She continued, "I also believe that a confident woman shouldn't have to fear her sexuality. She should embrace it. And respect it. And give it everything it needs to grow. If you take care of your sexuality, you're a much better person for it. So, I have a policy to ensure that I orgasm every day. Sometimes more than once. If I'm not with another person, I use a sex toy. Either in my bed, laying on a towel, or in the bathtub. Whatever I'm in the mood for." Melinda uncomfortably nodded. "That certainly sounds like a logical rule to live by. I admire your honesty and insight. I really do." "And you? Your turn." "A few times a week," Melinda reluctantly admitted. "I do it in bed, underneath the covers. Usually when I wake up, or before I go to sleep." "What do you normally think about?" "Romance. Candle light settings. The usual cliches." "Do you think about women?" Carmen bluntly asked. Melinda was caught off-guard by the increasingly uncomfortable conversation, which Carmen had no problems with. "Does it matter?" "I'm curious." "I usually don't think about that," Melinda replied. "But it's crossed my mind. I've certainly had my moments with it. Most women think about it at some point, according to studies." "That's true in my opinion. Very, very true." Carmen stretched her arms across the beach blanket, putting her sunglasses back on. The conversation was over for the time being, and Melinda couldn't have been more relieved. *** After the brief sunbathing session, they went to lunch. Their conversations went back to normal things; their lives, their hobbies, their interests. There was no mention of the sexual questions Carmen had been asking earlier. Melinda still felt uncomfortable by it. And in some strange way, she felt that Carmen was purposefully teasing her by not bringing it up again. It was like a strange game they were playing. After lunch, Carmen insisted that they stop by a department store to look at clothes. It was right across the street from the hotel. Even though Melinda wanted to rest, she didn't want to be rude, so she accepted. The department store was fairly small. None of the items on display were typical for Melinda. Outside of work, she normally dressed in a conservative manner, with some sense of modern style. But the outfits which Carmen pointed out were much more stylish and hip. They still had a sense of class, but there was also a sexiness to them. They were tightly fit and showed a lot of skin. "You only live once," Carmen said. "And you're in Miami for a few more days. You can't keep dressing like a Canadian." "Canadians are very nice people," Melinda said defensively. Carmen winked. "I'm sure they are. But you're in a tropical area now. So dress like it." She handed Melinda a short black dress from the rack. There was a look on Carmen's face which refused to take 'no' for an answer. Melinda was in no place to argue. Melinda took the dress and was handed a few more. Then she went to the changing room. The dresses were borderline vulgar, Melinda thought, looking at the revealing nature of the designs. She undressed in the changing room. After everything was removed, she wore the first dress and looked at her appearance, striking a few different poses. She could barely recognize her reflection. She felt like she was trying on a Halloween costume rather than something she would actually buy. The dress tightly hugged her smallish breasts and hips. Her arms & legs were left awkwardly exposed. Looking at her reflection in the sexy dress made her wish she had gone to the gym more. In a flash, the changing room curtain opened and Carmen entered, then swiftly closed the curtain behind her. Carmen held other dresses in her hand. "Gosh, what are you doing?" Melinda asked as they suddenly shared the same changing room. "Trying on a new dress. We're both civilized adults here." They both looked in the same mirror. Melinda's face showed a sense of bewilderedness, while Carmen couldn't have been more relaxed and playful. Before Melinda could say another word, Carmen undid her own top, then her bra to reveal her breasts, which were perfectly shaped round globes, with dark nipples. Melinda stood bewildered by the brazen nudity. "Have you ever seen breasts before?" Carmen gestured to her chest, with a slight tease in her voice. "Of course I have," Melinda replied, more rigid than ever. "Well, then relax. Both of us will be needing new dresses soon. Something sexy to wear for a special occasion." "What do you mean?" Carmen winked. "You'll find out soon enough. A woman like you could use surprises. They're fun." With that, Carmen returned her attention to the mirror, and she finally covered her breasts with a tight-fitted black dress. *** Once, in college, Melinda had an experience with a female professor. Red Lipstick Seduction The experience was with a young, hip, new professor. She taught geology, and she had a slight geekiness which was appealing to a lot of people. She wore thick framed glasses and free-spirited clothes, which had a lot of college guys gossiping before class about how badly they wanted to fuck her. Melinda was a bright student in that class. She raised her hand more than anyone and she asked the most questions after class. The course had even made Melinda consider a career in geology. They became friendly. Since the professor was fairly young, they became friends because they could relate to each other. They got along well, and they found each other to be interesting. By sheer coincidence, they both signed-up for the same gym, and planned to go during the same hours. 4-5 pm. Naturally, they decided to work out together. They even changed clothes together (without the nudity). One day, after a hard workout, the professor removed her top completely in the locker room. She stood in front of Melinda with breasts proudly displayed. The professor said it was okay to look. And that it was okay to experience new things. There was a gentleness in the professor's voice. But there was no mistake about it, the intent was purely sexual. Melinda was scared and just shook her head, saying sorry. She cancelled her gym membership soon after. To this day, Melinda wondered what could have been. To this day, it was one of the biggest regrets of her life. * As Melinda sat in a meeting, all she could think about was her former professor, and the unusual relationship with Carmen. She thought about Carmen's breasts and dark nipples, when she should have been focusing on work. She loved her job and interacting with other people to accomplish goals. It was intellectually very fun for her. But on that day, she simply went through the motions to get things done. Her mind wasn't there. And neither was her interest. She arrived to her hotel at 9:13 pm. She had just finished having dinner with the other corporate members. She undressed, showered, and relaxed. The curtains were open and she took a long hard look at the bustling city. The bright lights, energy, atmosphere, and people were all very beautiful to look at. There was a knock on Melinda's door. It was the hotel room service, who handed Melinda a sealed note. She tipped the man for his service, then he left. She sat on the bed and opened the note. It was a handwritten letter on a nice piece of paper. My dear Melinda, It's been a joy meeting you. A real pleasure. I hope you feel the same. I love my job because of the wonderful opportunities I have meeting extraordinary women like you. You have many admirable qualities. You're smart, kind, and very beautiful, even though you can be shy with your body. However, life is too short to be shy. Life is too short to be prude. I understand that you're a private person. That's not a bad thing. There's nothing wrong with that. But there are times where you should embrace life and let go. Have fun. Fulfill a lustful fantasy. You have lustful fantasies, don't you? Luckily there is a cure. I'll come to your hotel tomorrow. 8 pm sharp. Don't dress up. You'll be my doll. I'll get you ready. I'll make you beautiful. Promise. Carmen There was no mistaking the intent of the letter. Suddenly, it all made sense. The flirtatiousness of Carmen, their sexual dialogue, the dressing room stint, and the blushing of the corporate woman. All the pieces had come together. And Melinda saw the picture clearly. The question was, was Melinda willing let go? Was she willing to fulfill a fantasy? Was she willing to indulge for once? She folded the letter and put it on the bedside. Then she looked out towards the Miami view again. *** Melinda was a late bloomer. She lost her virginity at the age of 19 to a college date. It wasn't something that was impromptu. It had been planned a week in advance. During that week, her nerves were unsteady. The insecurities were there. She worried what would happen if anyone found out. She wondered if her body looked good enough. She wondered if she could please her partner. Most of all, she wondered if she was defiling her body. When it finally happened, it was an underwhelming experience. She didn't have an orgasm (not even close). It wasn't like anything she had seen in the movies. What she got was something that was plain awkward. The thing she remembered most was the waiting. The tension. The excitement. The fear. The nervousness. * The next day. Melinda felt the same nerves as the week she lost her virginity. While she sat in work meetings, the letter was still on her mind. Carmen was a woman of many surprises. There was no denying that. Whatever was planned, it must have been good. It must have been exciting. And the thought made Melinda smile. That night. It was a few minutes before 8 pm when Carmen arrived to the hotel. She looked ravishing in the small black dress she had bought days earlier. High heels on her feet. Red lipstick across her lips. Her hair was neatly styled. Melinda was nearly breathless looking at the latina bombshell at her door. "Well, can I come in?" Carmen asked, amused by Melinda's speechlessness. "Of course." Carmen entered the hotel room carrying a small shopping bag, which she placed on the bed and began to rummage through. "What's that?" Melinda inquired. "Part of your wardrobe for tonight. We'll also need your new dress." * The experience reminded Melinda of her youth. Particularly growing up with sisters, playing dress up, and playing with make-up. Clothes and fashion used to be her sisters' favorite hobby (and in many ways, it still is). They used to try on their mother's adult clothes, and wear her make-up. The sisters used to be obsessed with fashion magazines and the latest trends. It was all so fun. Like a grown up fantasy. But this was different. This was real life. Melinda wore a sexy black dress. Tight fitted. Sultry. She didn't look nearly as sexy as Carmen did. Not even close. But it was the effort that counted. Afterwards, they turned to the mirror, where Carmen applied make-up to Melinda's bare face. They started with the eyes, then the checks, then the lips. The lips were the most important part. Carmen applied her trademark bold red lipstick to Melinda's lips. "This color has a very important significance," Carmen explained, putting the final touches. "You'll see, when the time comes. You won't be disappointed." When everything was done, Melinda could hardly recognize herself. Gone was the prudish looking businesswoman. Gone was the bland appearance. It was the new & improved Melinda. Ready to take on the city and show how confident she could be. At least for that night in Miami. For that night, she was willing to let go. *** They drove through downtown Miami with the top down on Carmen's sports car. It was a lively night. Everything felt so alive. Melinda didn't feel so out-of-place anymore. This time, she was dressed for the part. Her sleek black dress and heels finally made her look appropriate. But she still didn't feel 100% right. That style wasn't her thing. It didn't make her comfortable. But she gave it a try. Why not? She wanted to give Carmen's plan a chance. There weren't anymore excuses. It wasn't long before they arrived to their destination. Melinda never asked where they were going. She knew she wouldn't have gotten an answer. If Carmen wanted to say, she would have said something. Their destination was a night club. Outside, there was a red neon light, which was in the shape of a woman's lips. There was another neon light, purple color, which was in the shape of a women's high heels. As they drove into the parking lot, Melinda saw a small group of women socializing outside. They dressed sexy. Different races and ages. When the car was parked, Melinda realized that she had never been to a night club before. Normally, that fact would have made her proud. But on that night, it made her feel slightly embarrassed. She confessed her lack of experience to Carmen as they got out of the car. "Even better," Carmen smiled, while they stood in the parking lot. "I love first-timers. Especially ones that are slightly nervous, slightly curious. It makes for the perfect experience." "What makes you think I'm nervous, or curious?" "Your demeanor. I'm an expert on this. Don't forget." Melinda gave a half shrug. "I know you are." "You're a smart woman. You know exactly what's going to happen tonight." Of course Melinda knew, but she feigned ignorance because she was too embarrassed to admit it. "My first club experience." "Your first lesbian experience," Carmen corrected. Melinda suddenly felt a lump in her throat, and she cleared it. "I'm not a lesbian." "You don't have to be," Carmen replied. "I'm not a big fan of labels. I expect you to be open minded. That's all. Have you ever played sports before?" "Soccer in high school." "Think of me as your soccer coach tonight. Except we won't be kicking a ball around. We'll be doing plenty of sweating though. Just follow my instructions and you'll be fine." Melinda slowly nodded. "Okay." "Do you think you can handle this?" "I don't know." "If you want to stop, let me know. We'll stop. No one is forcing you, okay?" Melinda nodded. "Okay." "Now, stand up straight, keep your tits forward and proud, and follow me." They walked towards the club entrance together. Melinda tried her very best not to look awkward. She walked clumsily. She wasn't used to such high heels. And she wasn't used to wearing such a tight revealing dress. And she wasn't used to the excessive make-up on her face. She looked over to Carmen and admired the unbelievable confidence which she possessed. Carmen looked like a woman who could handle anything. They reached the entrance and Carmen gave the special password for the night which allowed them to enter. * The club wasn't what Melinda expected. Not exactly. It wasn't a place for people to get wild and get drunk (as she had expected). No. The club had a classy & sophisticated feel to it. Sure, there was dance music and people dancing brazenly. There were also drinks being served. But there was an elegance to the place. The lights were dim with different shades of colors. The ambiance was sultry. Nothing was cheap inside the club. No expense was spared. It looked like a club owner's dream. Not surprisingly, all of the guests were women. The people dancing, sitting by the bar, and in the lounge areas, were all women. Women of different age ranges and ethnic backgrounds. It was a diverse group of ladies. "Like what you see?" Carmen asked. "It's an interesting place." "Let's have a seat for a moment. We could use some drinks to relax." They sat by the wall and ordered some drinks. It helped Melinda relax, while Carmen was already relaxed by the adult atmosphere. For a few moments, they simply enjoyed the setting and their drinks. Melinda's eyes were transfixed by what she was seeing around her. "I was also nervous the first time I came to this place," Carmen said. "That's hard to believe. You're so relaxed and at ease." "I know. But that's now. Before, I was awkward and intimidated, just like you." Melinda nodded, appreciating that Carmen was so understanding. "Well, everyone has to start somewhere I suppose." "I was 21 the first time I was invited here." "Who brought you?" Melinda asked. "A lover. I used to be a fitness instructor at a gym. I did personal training sessions for an older woman. I still play with her sometimes. She's a newscaster." Melinda raised an eyebrow. "Really? Is she still on air?" "Watch the 5 o'clock news tomorrow evening," Carmen smiled. "She's the blond lady with the broad smile. Anyway, we became friendly. I could tell that women were her interest. She invited me out to lunch a few times. I always accepted. The chemistry was definitely there. One night, she tells me to wear my sexiest outfit. She came to pick me up in my apartment, and she brought a pair of heels for me. Also a nice shade of red lipstick for me to wear. Then she brought me here." "So that's how you became involved with your current job." "Pretty much," Carmen nodded. "I was surprised that she had taken me to a lesbian club like this one. Don't get me wrong, I've always adored women, and I've had a few experiences, but this club is something different." Melinda looked around. "I can imagine. This place has a subtle intensity which I find to be spellbinding." "I agree. And that's how I became hooked. One visit to the backroom, and I became proudly addicted." "What happens in the backroom?" "You'll find out soon enough," Carmen smiled. "I'm telling you this because I wanted you to know more about me. I'm not trying to trick you. I only want the best for you. I want you to enjoy the finer things in life." "Thank you. I appreciate that." "Also, I wanted to give you a tiny little warning. In the backroom, the rules of normal society don't apply. It's a different world in there. It will feel like you're living in a dream." Melinda slowly nodded. "I'm curious enough to find out." "Good. Let's go." *** The entrance to the backroom was a simple red curtain. Carmen went first, parting the curtain, and Melinda followed. The room seemed tame. Melinda found herself slightly disappointed that there was nothing happening except for a few beautiful women standing around talking. Carmen continued walking, and she beckoned Melinda to follow. They went down a stairway. The further they went, the more they heard a different type of music. It wasn't the electronic dance music from the club. It was something slow and sensual. Something exotic. The sound of the music grew the further down the stairs they went. The downstairs room was slightly dark, but there was more than enough light to see all of the action. When they reached the bottom floor, Melinda was stunned to see a naked white woman, who must have been in her early 60's, on her knees, performing oral sex on a black lady who was half her age. It was a jarring sight. Melinda found the sight so incredibly erotic on many levels. The wide age gap. The racial taboo. And the brazenness of the sexual activity. It was Melinda's first time seeing an actual sapphic encounter. And it didn't disappoint. The black woman's legs twitched as she reached an orgasm, then she relaxed. Then the two women exchanged pleasantries. Then the much older white lady spoke with an English accent and sounded very well educated. She thanked the black woman, and said that she would return in a few days, before getting up to leave. Melinda stood awestruck at the sight of the beautiful black woman, naked, with her legs still open. Her pussy was pink, in contrast to her dark skin, and her pussy was still shining with saliva. "See something you like?" Carmen asked. "Come on, I'll introduce you." Soon, Melinda was introduced to Sasha. They exchanged pleasantries while Sasha was still completely unabashed by her open pussy. "This is my friend's first time," Carmen said to Sasha. "She's new to this lifestyle. She's a bit shy. You know, she's the corporate type. It's my job to introduce her to our world. Since you're already warmed up, why don't you teach her?" Melinda froze in fear. Sasha flashed a wicked smiled, and agreed. "On your knees darling," Carmen said to Melinda. "It's time to taste new things. Don't worry, it won't bite. A woman's pussy is the most natural thing in the world. Come on. On your knees." Melinda lifted the front of her dress and lowered herself. Her bare knees touched the floor. Her high heels pointed to the wall. Her face was in front of the wet pussy. "Tell me," Sasha said to Melinda. "Do you like having your pussy eaten?" Melinda cleared her throat. "Yes." "How? In what manner?" Melinda searched for the right words. "Sensual. Slow. I like being licked. I like the basics." Sasha used her fingers to spread her pussy open. "Then I guess you know how to handle a pussy then. Don't disappoint me." A fear stuck Melinda as she was expecting to perform oral sex on the black woman's pussy. Sasha & Carmen were both staring at her, waiting for her to get busy. So she did. Melinda leaned forward and put her lips on the pussy. She was mildly disgusted that a few moments earlier, another woman had just put her saliva all over the vagina, but she tried to ignore it. Her tongue tasted the previous woman's saliva. When she pushed her tongue forward, she tasted Sasha's pussy juice. The taste was unique and distinct. The texture was soft and very warm. It was her first pussy eating experience, and already it was something she would never forget. She closed her eyes and worked her lips & tongue to the best of her ability. She tried to perform oral sex the way she liked it. And it appeared to be working. "She's a quick learner," Sasha groaned. "Well, she's a very smart lady," Carmen said. "Plus she's sexually repressed. That makes the best combination." Melinda felt awkward eating a stranger's pussy, while the two other women were commenting on her. But she tried to ignore their stares and comments, and focused on the task at hand- Sasha's pussy. The task became more sensual as Carmen stoked her hand through Melinda's hair. It was the kind of thing meant for encouragement, and to let Melinda know that she was doing a good job. After working her tongue on Sasha's clit, Sasha began to tremble again. This time she moaned. She came. Melinda stopped. "This bitch is a quick learner," Sasha smiled. "Nice find, Carmen." Melinda was slightly peeved that she was called a 'bitch,' but it wasn't meant in a bad way. It was surprising because she had never been called that before. She took it as a compliment while she remained on her knees, between the black woman's legs. Sasha leaned forward, "You have a talented mouth. Use it wisely. In the future, if we meet again, I might return the favor. Only if you've earned it. Now give me a kiss." It was Melinda's first lesbian kiss. It felt nice and it gave her the tingles. She especially enjoyed feeling the thickness and softness of Sasha's full dark lips. The large lips were unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was a lovely feeling. With that, Carmen & Melinda moved along, looking for yet another experience inside the club. * "You did so good," Carmen said, almost with a sense of pride. "Thank you. I still can't believe that just happened." "The night is not over yet." After a few more steps, they entered into a large room filled with tables and hot tubs. Melinda immediately felt the steam and moisture against her face from the hot tubs. Some women there were wearing their dresses. Others were partially exposed, breasts or legs showing. Some were completely naked. There were lesbian encounters everywhere. Kissing. Sucking. Oral sex. It was all there. Either around the tables or in the hot tub. The sensual music added to the sexually charged atmosphere. "My god," Melinda gasped. "You're in a woman's world now." "I can see that." "I think we're a bit overdressed," Carmen said. "Our new dresses won't be needed anymore." "You've got to be kidding." "Your trip to Miami is almost over. Make the most of it. You never know if you'll like it or not. Don't leave here with any regrets." Carmen reached back to unzip her own dress. She pulled it down, letting it fall to the floor. An employee of the club came and picked up the dress, taking it away. Melinda was left staring at the latina bombshell's sexy curvaceous body. Even under the dark club lights, Melinda was able to appreciate Carmen's dark brown skin color and perfect tan. Carmen's nipples looked hardened, and her pussy looked freshly waxed. Red Lipstick Seduction "Your turn," Carmen said. "I...I can't..." "Should we leave then?" Melinda sighed, "Fine. I'll do it. Hold on." She reached back and unzipped her own dress. It fell to the floor, and another employee came to take the dress away. Then she removed her bra to reveal her small breasts. Then off came her panties. Carmen grinned every step of the way while Melinda got naked. Both women stood in nothing but their high heels. Just then, a sexy young asian woman walked up to them. She was completely naked. Her body was petite. She had large dark nipples, which might have been the largest nipples that Melinda had ever seen. "Hey Carm," the naked asian woman said. "Who's the new chick?" "A friend. Melinda, I'd like you to meet Janet. Janet, this is my friend Melinda." They shook hands. The sexual tension lingered. As the three of them stood naked having a friendly conversation, Melinda tried her best to act calm. "New girl?" Janet asked. "As new as it gets." Janet smiled, "The new girl should join our circle. We'll treat her right." *** Morning. The previous night felt like a blur. Melinda awoke in her hotel room and went to the bathroom with a slight hangover. She brushed her teeth. She needed a shower. And she needed it badly. When she finished with a much needed long shower, she looked at her naked reflection in the mirror. She remembered everything. She remembered the sounds of her heels making clicking noises on the floor as she walked in the club. She was naked, but she tried to be brave about it. A lesson Melinda was taught by her mother growing up was that, things are only embarrassing if she feels embarrassed. It was advice that Melinda had always remembered and tried to live by. So as she walked naked in the club, she tried not to be embarrassed. She tried to be brave about it. She tried to be confident in herself, the way the other naked women were confident. It was difficult, but she managed. Janet, the beautiful young asian woman, had introduced Melinda to a group of friends sitting in a small hot tub. The friends were women of different ages and races. Some of the women were young and hip. Others, as Melinda could tell, were corporate types and office workers. It was an eclectic mix. As Melinda dried her hair in front of the bathroom mirror, she remembered how she was told to take her heels off, which she did. Then she remembered getting in the tub with the other women. Then she remembered introducing herself, telling them that she was from Washington state, and that she was in Miami for work reasons. When asked, she told the group that she wasn't a lesbian, and that her first female experience came only a few moments ago. They laughed. As Melinda applied her lipstick in front of the mirror, she remembered how she greeted the other women. They didn't shake hands cordially, which is what Melinda was used to in the corporate world. No. They greeted each other with kisses. Soft sensual kisses on the lips. Just an hour earlier, Melinda had never kissed another woman before. Then, she had kissed several beautiful women, and it was a pleasant experience. After Melinda finished her make-up, she took another glance at her reflection, then down towards her body. There were marks around each of her nipples. Red marks. She remembered the women taking turns sucking her stiff pink nipples. It was gentle and playful at first, but later, the last two sucked a little too hard, and even used their teeth, which made Melinda gasp. "A little pain never hurts," Janet had said. "Think of it as something to remember us by." The pain in her nipples was soon forgotten when Melinda was asked to sit on top of the hot tub. Her feet were in the water, and her butt was on the edge. Melinda remembered all of the details. She looked at herself in the mirror, and then she rubbed her pussy. She thought about the previous night, how the women took turns using their mouths on her pussy. Melinda had always enjoyed receiving oral sex, but it had never been done by a woman before. As a first time experience, it gave her a sense of awe. It was a new sensation. A soft sensation from soft mouths. Experienced mouths. Each woman had a slightly different technique. Their lips & mouths felt so soft. Yet, there were slight subtleties. The memories were still fresh in Melinda's mind. She could still remember the distinct feeling that each woman gave her. The younger women had more vigor and lust with their techniques. While the older women preferred a more gentle and loving approach to their pussy licking styles. Melinda smiled in the mirror as she remembered how she licked all of their pussies in return. The hot tub became a full blown orgy. Women kissed on the lips. They kissed each others breasts. And they kissed each others womanhood, giving each other orgasm after orgasm. As Melinda stood naked in the bathroom, she was pleased with her hair and make-up. All she needed was her business outfit. * When Melinda stepped out of the bathroom, she saw Carmen still sleeping naked in her bed. It was a gorgeous sight. Melinda still wasn't used to seeing the brown skinned beauty without clothes on. Carmen slowly awoke, then she smiled seeing the very naked Melinda, with her face & hair nicely done. "Not a bad sight to wake up to," Carmen teased. "I could say the same about you. You're always welcome in my bed. Especially when you're naked." Melinda put her clothes on. Time was of the essence and she had to meet the other corporate members for breakfast. After all, the reason for Melinda's trip to Miami was work, not pleasure. She put on her bra first. Then a thin blouse. Then her pantyhose. Carmen finally climbed out of bed and hugged Melinda from behind. They looked at their reflection in the dresser mirror. It was a beautiful sight. Melinda was halfway dressed, pussy exposed, hair and make-up done to perfection. Standing behind her was Carmen, naked from head to toe, and her hair was an utter mess. Carmen's hands moved up and massaged Melinda's breasts through her blouse. "See, I knew there was something special about you," Carmen said proudly. "You were amazing last night." "Well, like you said, there's something about that club which brings things out of people." "True. But that something came from deep inside of you." "Look at me," Melinda said. "I'm not that type of person. I'm a corporate woman. A plain woman from a small town." "You're more than that. You're smart, engaging, beautiful, and you have a very talented mouth. Those women couldn't stop raving about you." Melinda blushed. "Thank you." "I can't believe the way you made me cum last night. Not bad for an older white lady from Washington." "I had good teachers I suppose." Carmen massaged the breasts harder. "There are more lessons to be learned." "Later. This evening. I promise. But I have to get going soon. I don't want to be late." "10 more minutes." "Is that enough time?" Melinda asked, eyebrow raised. "What's going to happen within those 10 minutes?" Carmen smiled, "An orgasm. If you relax, maybe two." "Not a bad way to start my day." The latina bombshell got down on her knees. She spread Melinda's legs apart. Then she spread Melinda's ass cheeks. She leaned forward and put her mouth on Melinda's womanly areas. Her lips pressed tight. Her tongue stroking up & down in sensual motions. All Melinda could do was put her hands on the table and look at her reflection in the mirror. God, how did this happen? She wondered. Her pussy was being eaten in a world class manner. She began to undo her top. The meeting was going to start soon, but that could wait. Life wasn't so mundane anymore. Not with Carmen around. The End Your votes & comments are appreciated.