Ylie and Dua's Close Encounter

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Sauntering up the stairs, the luscious Dua Lipa carefully put each foot in front of the other as she manoeuvred her high heels up the stairs of the luxurious London hotel. She'd chosen the stairs over the lift as she couldn't be bothered to wait for it and it gave her a moment to think about what she was letting herself in for. It was the first time for her which only stirred her nerves as she found her way onto the fifth floor and stepped along the hallway, looking for the hotel room she'd been invited to. A new experience awaited as she paused outside the door, taking in then engraved sign for a moment as she held her breath before reaching out and tapping at the wood.

She glanced down the corridor to see if anyone else was about, pleased to be alone as she waited, only the sound of her thumping heart to break her stillness. Dua was almost inclined to knock again, fearing she hadn't been heard, when the sound of slight feet emanated from within, crossing the carpet to the door, growing in volume until the inevitable moment when the door was opened to reveal her host.

"Good evening," said the delectable, diminutive Kylie Minogue, standing before her on her own high heels but still enticingly petite, wearing a long strapless dark blue side corseted dress.

"Hey," Dua replied, a nervous smile breaking across her lips.

"Changed your mind huh?"

"Yeah," she replied shyly, looking down at the floor.

"Well I'm very glad you did, come in, please," Kylie said, standing back and holding the door open to welcome her into the opulent, expensive hotel suite.

How Dua had come to this moment had been a mix of sheer luck and boldness by the petite Australian singer...and temptation on her own part. A couple of years earlier they'd met one another when they'd collaborated on a song and they'd just clicked, becoming fast friends which had blossomed quickly.

They met again at a few awards shows, chatted on the phone despite their different places around the world as they worked and met up every time they were back in London together, enjoying secluded dinners and time away from the spotlight. Their friendship however came with an edge of chemistry, something Dua couldn't quite explain, but her attraction to the Australian pop princess was undoubted.

Kylie made no secret about noticing, flirting back in equal measure and after a couple of glasses of wine things could get quite forward. Dua had never felt that way before about another woman, and had certainly never imagined having a crush on the illustrious pop princess but she was captivated by her bouncy personality and sheer magnetism. Kylie was twice her age but her attraction was undimmed and despite her assumption that her initial feelings were an infatuation, a fleeting emotion that would fade with time, they did not and she only found her attraction growing and Kylie certainly did nothing to discourage it.

It was always put on hold, in between times when they met up on the award circuit but every time they got back together it seemed to burst into flames again and Dua found herself looking forward to it more and more. However, she wasn't going to approach Kylie about it; as far as she was aware Kylie was completely straight and she feared such a move would only be rejected, followed by her pulling away as a friend and so she resolved to keep it to herself, hoping it didn't show too intently when they were together.

Kylie had instead made the move for her, her experience leading the way. They'd been preparing for the Brit awards in London, with Dua lined up to potentially receive them and Kylie slated for a big set. They'd arrived earlier than really necessary to see each other before the show, before they each had to head for hair and make-up to get ready for the ceremony. And it was there that Kylie caught Dua taking a rather deliberate look at her legs, encased in her skintight jeans.

"You like them?" Kylie had commented.

"Sure," Dua somewhat snorted, flustered at being caught, "what time do they open?"

The instant she cracked the old joke she felt immediately embarrassed, looking down and turning red, hearing Kylie giggling as she shied away.

"After the show, if you want them to," Kylie had then purred, deliberately changing the tone and making Dua shiver and suddenly look up. She stared into Kylie's eyes like a deer in the headlights for a moment, completely unsure what to say.

"Dua, have you ever been with another woman?" Kylie asked, the question clear and straightforward, a sudden moment of clarity in their relationship.

"I...well...no, I haven't," she replied, looking away unsurely.

"Do you want to?"

"Well, maybe," she conceded, her body language giving away far more than her words, chest tight.

"I think it's a little more than maybe," Kylie smiled, breaking the tension a little.

"Look, I'm just a bit confused by it," Dua said. The boldness of Kylie's approach was arousing and surprising, clarifying to her that she was interested and felt the spark as well.

"We all are, first time around."

The silence hung between them for a moment, Dua choosing not to speak, heart pumping hard as it tried to carry the oxygen from her shallow breaths through her slender body, wondering if what she'd dreamed of might be abruptly made real.

"Look, I'm not putting you on the spot here," Kylie said, "how about you come to my hotel tonight if you want to give it a try?"

"Really?" Dua blurted out, louder than she intended, the offer suddenly before her, in reach, a place where she might blend her fantasies with a very intense reality. If she had the guts to try it.

"Sure. Look, all you have to do is ask," Kylie replied with a smile and little wink.

"I..." Dua started, struggling to form word.

"I'll send you my hotel details. Invitation is all yours," she said.

"Thank you," Dua managed quietly, overcome by it all.

"I've got to get to my dressing room, I'll catch you in the show," Kylie said, standing and blowing her a kiss, heading off to give Dua a chance to check out her ass in the tight denim. She felt breathless, completely at sea as her head swirled with thoughts of what could be as the retreating Australian superstar didn't even look back.

And that had been it. Kylie had seized control and propositioned her, and left the ball completely in her court. She knew it was up to her whether she wanted to show up; she could have just messaged her a polite refusal or not shown at all, if she liked. She had wavered and been close to doing that, fretting over taking the step and slipping into bed with another woman for the first time. It was more concern about her own performance than anything else, worried she'd never be able to please Kylie if she did it.

Instead she'd accepted the offer and with her heart in her mouth had knocked at the pop princess's door, only for her fears to be unfounded as she was politely and warmly welcomed inside. Kylie held the door open for her to quickly step inside and then closed it behind her, locking it with an air splitting clunk of security...and privacy.

"I know it's a big step," Kylie said, still leaning back against the door, frustratingly nonchalant about it all with an excited little smile on her lips. She was referencing Dua's hesitation at the invite earlier on, her indecisiveness palpable.

"Yeah it's...yeah."

"Well don't worry, I'm gonna take very good care of you," Kylie replied, stepping towards her.

"Yeah?" Dua asked hopefully, heart pumping hard.

"Yes, you're gonna be absolutely fine, I've done this before," Kylie said, slowly approaching.

"I'm sure, I just don't know what to do. You'll have to guide me," Dua replied, voice trembling a little as the beautifully diminutive pop princess invaded her personal space. Minogue was tiny in comparison; Dua was almost eight inches taller than her Australian counterpart, they were both wearing heels so it stayed about the same but the younger singer was always struck by how tiny and feminine Kylie was, so petite...and so very in charge.

"No problem," Kylie replied, reaching up boldly to grab the front of Dua's dress, pulling her down and straight into a kiss. It was her first proper kiss with another woman and she was surprised as Kylie's abrupt initiation...despite the entire situation. Kylie's tongue slipped straight into her mouth, gliding over her own as she pushed it in confidently and pressed her lips to her.

Dua mumbled in a mix of sensations as the petite Australian snogged her, sliding an arm around her back to hold her close. Kylie's lips were full and soft, locked with her own, tongue massaging at hers so gently yet skillfully that it just tempted her to kiss back with equal intensity. Her hands instinctively went around her more experienced lover, sliding round her back and through her long hair, pulling the diminutive star to her as Kylie gave a knowing little giggle.

It was because she knew she had her, Dua was reciprocating right off the bat and Kylie knew it was full steam ahead from there. She'd had girls before who were so brash, full of bravado and brimming with confidence but the second she kicked things off they'd recoiled, suddenly hit with the cold shower of reality and they'd backed off the moment she'd locked lips with them. It wasn't common but it had happened, and she was pleased to find Dua excited and welcoming.

Dua was wearing a high neck backless black dress, elegant and sexy straight, from the awards show which fitted to her body perfectly. Kylie's hand slid up over her silky skin, Dua tingling as her fingers went straight to the knot of the halter neck dress, digging into it and working it open. Kylie was pushing up onto her toes a little, high heels off the floor as she craned to reach her much taller conquest, hand in the small of her back as her fingers pushed into the tight knot of her dress and wiggled it loose. She immediately grabbed it as soon as the opportunity presented itself and drew the fabric apart to free it, and Dua's incredible body from its confines.

Kylie carefully but firmly bit Dua's tongue, pulling away from her to stretch it a little before she slipped off and at the same time took her dress with her, dainty hands guiding it out the way to let it drop loose in front of her and reveal her perky breasts. Dua's nipples were already hard and she felt a rush in her chest, heart pausing a moment as Kylie revealed her, stripped in front of another woman in anything but a professional setting for the first time.

"Very nice," Kylie commented with a smile, immediately kissing her again as her hands shoved matter of factly down Dua's sides to push the dress from her hips, over the smooth waistband of her panties to send it tumbling to the floor around her feet.

"Take those heels off as well," Kylie mumbled through their kiss as Dua stepped out of the dress, leaving her in just her black tights and smooth black thong. Kylie wanted Dua down closer to her level and she dutifully obliged, doing exactly what she was told by the Australian superstar that was fully in control of proceedings.

"Good girl," she commented as Dua kicked the shoes off one by one, making the much taller pop star shiver. She loved how in charge Kylie was, taking control of everything and just leading her through it, giving her full confidence that what was coming was about to be her. Much more on the level of Kylie made things easier and they made out hungrily, all that tension, all that lust, that boiling, bubbling, brewing hunger suddenly released -- unleashed. Kylie was ready for it, having been looking forward to it since she'd first sensed Dua might be interested in more than friendship.

She welcomed the focus of Dua's intensity, off the chain. She mumbled in surprise as Dua suddenly surged forward into her, taking more initiative and kissing Kylie deeply, shoving her tongue into her mouth hard as her hands fumbled around her for her dress. Minogue's hands pushed down into her tights to push them down but Dua immediately stopped her, holding her still as they broke the kiss momentarily.

"No, take your dress off first," she gasped, heart pounding, wanting Kylie to reciprocate before she rendered her completely nude. It wasn't that she was shy about that but she wanted to see the petite, slender form of the delicious Australian first, if only in her underwear.

"Make me," Kylie challenged, wanting Dua to participate, not looking to strip in front of her. She'd done it for plenty of other women but she knew how much the British-Albanian singer wanted to so she invited it, challenging her to reveal what she wanted to see. Their kiss resumed with the same intensity as Dua's hands fumbled round her back, shaking fingers struggling to find purchase on the delicate, fiddly button and zipper at her spine. She let her fumble for a moment before her hands snapped around, demonstrating her phenomenal flexibility as she reached up her back to calm Dua's trembling touch.

"Calm down," she whispered, pulling back just a fraction from their kiss, lips still tantalisingly close together, noses brushing together as Kylie guided her new protege in unfastening the button at the back of the very expensive designer dress, pushing her fingertips to the small, delicate zipper which she managed to get a good hold on.

"Pull it down," she breathed slowly, nuzzling her before pushing forward and pressing her lips to Dua very so softly, teasing and tentative, as if waiting to see if she could deliver on the most simple of commands to unzip her dress.

"Like this?" she replied, steeling her nerves, hands steady as rock for the moment she pulled it down in one smooth motion along her spine to, the tactile feel delightful as it moved down over Kylie's beautifully toned body to expose her bra strap and the indentations of her spin until it reached the top of her bum. The satin and silk of the dark blue dress slid apart but stayed around her petite body, the corseting holding it stiff, covering her to Dua's gaze. Unexpectedly Minogue stepped back, gently pushing the singer half her age away from her as she stepped back to present herself.

Putting her hands to her hips, shes stared into Dua's eyes, intent and meaningful.

"Tell me what you want," she said softly, but with purpose.

"Take your dress off," Dua breathed, barely able to put any power to her voice through her shallow breaths, heart pounding in her naked chest as she stared at the gorgeous singer. She never imagined it would come to this, all her temptation, all her idle thoughts, her intense fantasies that she'd fingered herself to.

Kylie just gave a little flex to her eyebrow, maintaining eye contact with Dua, daring her to gaze upon her body as she pushed down at the hips, rocking them side to side, accentuating the motion as she worked the snug dress from her petite but pronounced curves. It slid down from her chest to reveal her strapless bra, black and with an exquisite lace design but with enough sheer panels to show the pale skin beneath.

Dua tried not to look, holding Kylie's gaze even as she stooped a little to push the slender dress past the flare of her hips with a wiggle and let it cascade down her legs to the floor, but she couldn't as the diminutive star stood back up fully on her high heels before her. Her eyes were drawn to the gorgeous female body before her, presented solely for her eyes; from Kylie's pretty face her eyes scanned down her slender neck and smooth shoulders in a blink to her perky breasts, not large but firm with stiff, dark nipples that were screwed up in arousal, clearly visible through the sheer material of her bra.

She was drawn by Minogue's slender, toned waist, a hint of definition to her abs as they pinched in above her hips and led straight down to her completely naked pussy; Kylie wasn't wearing any underwear, only her fishnet thigh highs which the dress slid so silkily over to reveal herself, standing before Dua revealed. Her eyes were locked on Kylie's naked treasures, completely smooth without a hint of pubic hair, the first woman she'd ever really looked at in such a way and she was just stunning.

"Holy fuck," Dua breathed, caught completely off guard that Kylie was going commando.

"Like it?" Kylie pressed, smiling as she watched her younger lover staring at her.

"I...yeah, it's so hot," she replied, "were you going commando for the whole show?"

"No, just the after party when I put this dress on," Kylie replied, "I played it safe for the rest of the show."

"Naughty," Dua replied, recovering some of her confidence, smiling as she looked into Kylie's eyes once more.

"It's more fun that way," she said, biting her lip as she approached once more but with more intent, stepping it up again.

"Now," she said, kicking the expensive, vampy dress aside and walking with utter confidence on her heels, "you'll do as you're told."

"What do you..." Dua started, cut off by Kylie kissing her hard, hand shoving into her dark hair to wrench her dominantly, startling her and making her yield to her petite mistress. Kylie kissed her then, with surprising strength, shoved her back hard so she staggered uncontrollably and collapsed back onto the bed.

"Shit," Dua exclaimed, pushing up onto her elbows only to be shoved back down by Kylie, powerfully pressing her to the bed.

"You wanted me to lead, so do as you're told. Stay still," she ordered, making Dua rush with arousal, tingling in a way that made her breath catch, sinking back onto the sheets.

"Ok..." she breathed carefully, hoping her evident excitement wasn't as obvious as she thought it was. Of course it was to Kylie, she'd fucked dozens of other women, especially pop stars, and she could read them like a book. Every little twitch and tingle, every shake and shudder were like a billboard to her and she reacted accordingly. She knew Dua was getting off on her being domineering, taking charge and guiding her like she'd requested so she pressed on with it and threw her down so she could do her thing.

"Right, these are coming off, now," Kylie said sternly, grabbing her black tights and peeling them straight down. Dua lifted her ass obediently to let them roll out from under her ass, Kylie rolling them neatly down her perfectly smooth legs and casting them aside to the floor with the rest of their clothes. Her slender finger then slid straight back up her thighs, Dua jumping a little at the direct touch to her skin as her much older yet first lesbian lover caressed her. They slid straight to her panties, the wide waistband wrapped around her hips, pulled up a little higher than they might be to accentuate the look in readiness for her encounter with Kylie.

It was a wide, seamless black thong, the thin waistband wrapping around to plunge into her ass in a perfect triangle, not a tiny G-string but a proper thong which she preferred. Kylie also seemed to love it as she ran her hands over it, teasing her, her fingers flightily dragging across the front of the silky fabric and following it around her hips before she pulled it down. Dua bit her lip and lifted her hips, nervous but letting Kylie pull her knickers off, the first time she'd ever let another woman do it to her. The petite blonde slid them down her skin then rolled them to peel them away with torturous patience, slowly pulling them down to reveal her smooth pussy to match Kylie's, the singer taking the time to drink in the view of Dua's perfectly hairless lips that were just neatly rolled in to conceal her.