1.Friday: Claire and Margo: New York City
Claire, a nineteen year old college girl from Manhattan, attends NYU as a performing arts major, pursuing a career in modern dance. Claire is tall, slender and very fit, striking in her pure natural beauty.
She was sitting on the long bench centered between the rows of lockers in the women's dressing room of her gym.
"You are so fucking lucky." A woman a few feet away had spoken to her.
Claire looked up. "Excuse me?" She asked.
"Your body." The woman said. "You don't even have to work at it." She smiled at Claire. "You're a natural."
"Sorry," Claire replied. "But I work my ass off."
The woman leaned a bit and was admiring Claire's backside. "It's not working, babe." She said. "It's still there and looking marvelous." She grinned.
"Margo." The woman offered. She was maybe late thirties, possibly forty but she was wearing it well. Attractive enough and physically, very fit.
"Claire." Claire replied. "I think you might be hitting on me."
"Just making an observation." Margo countered.
"No." Claire said. "I don't think so." She had been sitting, now she stood and bent over to pull on her shorts. "I've been hit on before and I'm pretty sure that's what this is." She smoothed the fabric over her butt as she watched Margo.
'Yea, I imagine you have been." Margo said.
Claire took her tee shirt from her locker and shook it then pulled it over her head. She sat back down, putting on her sneakers. "So, what would you do if I actually flirted back?"
"You mean like you're doing now?" Margo asked.
Claire laughed. "You think this is flirting?"
"I do." Margo said.
Claire closed her locker and spun the combination lock. She picked up her gym back and draped it over her shoulder. As she was leaving, she stopped next to Margo. "If you want to flirt some more, I'm going for a drink at the bar next door." She smiled at Margo.
As Claire exited the locker room door, Margo called out. "Wasn't flirting."
A girl entering at the same time, stood looking back and forth between the two. She shrugged her shoulders. "Wouldn't blame you if you were." She said to Margo.
Margo smiled at her. "I know, right?"
When Margo entered the dark bar, Claire was sitting on a stool, talking to the bartender. Margo slid onto a stool beside her.
Claire tipped her glass up and drained it. "This woman was hitting on me earlier. She probably wants to buy me a drink now." Claire smiled at Margo. "Two double Jack's, up." She said, setting her empty glass on the bar.
Margo nodded to the bartender who was a striking girl as well. She smiled back. Two more double shots of Jack Daniels were set in front of the two. Claire picked hers up and turned to Margo. "Here's to flirting." She said.
Claire emptied her glass and turned it upside down on the bar. She waited. Margo was a bit slower but, not to be outdone, she matched the girl, finally upending hers as well.
Claire turned on her seat, she looked at Margo and then leaned over letting their lips brush lightly. She remained there, her lips just barely touching Margo's. Margo remained still. One of Claire's hands settled onto Margo's knee. Her skirt has worked up her thigh enough that Claire's fingers found soft flesh.
Claire's tongue was wet and cool as it slid over Margo's lips. Claire eased it into Margo's mouth and Margo sucked at it.
When Claire pulled back slightly, she whispered. "Don't you need to use the bathroom?" She waited but Margo was quiet. "I think you should." She added.
Finally Margo said. "Two more." She stood and looked at Claire and then headed to the rear of the bar where the restrooms were.
Margo stood at a sink, she had splashed water on her face and was using paper towels to dry off when the door opened. Claire entered and walked to a stall directly behind Margo without speaking. She entered it, leaving the door open. Margo watched her in the mirror.
Claire watched the woman. She unbuttoned her shorts as Margo looked on. She slowly unzipped them. "Margo." She whispered.
Margo turned around. "Come here." Claire said. "Flirt with me." Claire eased her shorts over her hips and bent over slightly letting her slip her left leg free. She sat down on the toilet and lifted her right leg, planting her foot on the paper holder, her shorts were dangling from her ankle. Her left foot was raised high as she gripped the back of her thigh with her left hand.
"You coming?" Claire whispered. Margo moved forward, entering the stall. Claire used the fingers of her right hand to pull the crotch of her panties aside. Her pubic mound was shaved smooth. Her labia were small, a most inviting sight.
Margo slowly knelt. She ran her hands up the backs of Claire's legs. Her fingers came together at Claire's sex and she spread Claire's pussy. Margo was so aroused, she was about to cum herself. She liked nothing more than pleasuring beautiful young girls.
Margo leaned in, her lips touching the fresh peach being offered to her. She extended her tongue and made a long slow lick along the length of Claire's sex. As her tongue slid over Claire's clit, Claire shuddered and she placed her right hand on the top of Margo's head. "Um." She moaned.
Margo made a second lick, flicking her tongue at the swelling bud. Every time she touched the sensitive nub, Claire grunted.
"Yea. Oh yea." Claire mumbled. She began to work her hips as she enjoyed Margo's mouth. Margo was increasing the speed with which she was licking the sweet pussy before her. She was dipping her tongue into her vagina and Claire was gripping her hair.
"Um, yea." Claire moaned out. "Fuck me good" She was humping faster now. Tugging Margo's hair. "Oh, Um, God, Lick it." She cried. She began to cream on Margo's tongue. Margo lapped her juices and Claire continued to flood her mouth. "Uh huh." Claire whispered. She leaned back, arching her back. She thrust her sex up to Margo and Margo sent her tongue deep into Claire. Her climax was in full bloom and she thrashed her ass about so fast that Margo couldn't maintain contact.
Finally Claire slid her hand over her mound and to her clit. With a finger on either side of it, she pressed hard and pulled the skin back. Her impressive clitoris extended. Claire tugged at Margo's hair, pulling her mouth to it. "Suck." She demanded. "God please."
Margo's lips found the pearl and she wrapped her lips around it. She lashed at its tip with her tongue. Claire's climax was kicked into overdrive. The blood rushed to her nub. It was so sensitive her eyes were watering but she urged the woman on. Humping her ass as she was being so well pleasured.
When she finally released her grip on Margo, Margo slumped to the side, against the stall partition.
"You better go." Claire whispered. Margo nodded. She struggled to her feet and went to wash her face. When the door closed, Claire finally dropped her feet to the floor and stood up. She straightened her panties and pulled up her shorts. At the mirror, she checked herself, straightened her clothes and returned to the bar.
It was empty except for the bar maid. There were still two double shots on the bar where she had been sitting. She slid onto the seat. Claire looked at the girl as she pushed one of the drinks toward her.
"Join me." Claire offered.
"Against the rules." She said.
"What?" Claire asked. "You never broke a rule?"
The girl smiled and picked up the glass. "Come back again?" She said. "It's always slow around this time of day."
