A Lady's Companion (Sequel to Sins of the Father)
'It's a funny old world.' B thought to herself as she ground her crotch hard against Maria's. A few hours ago she almost stayed in for the evening. The couple she'd arranged to meet had called and cancelled but since B had spent so long getting glammed up she was reluctant to let all that effort go to waste. She'd still been debating with herself when the taxi she'd booked earlier settled it by turning up. So she'd gone out alone and spent a couple of hours radiating 'don't even think about it' vibes to dykes before allowing herself to be chatted up by Maria.
And that's how she'd found herself frotting away with the darkly beautiful woman in a house that had not surprised B too much, only because she'd already worked out that her seducer was wearing enough jewellery to put B through college and then some.
B stopped rationalizing then. The heat of Maria's pussy lips sliding over her own was distracting in an oh-so-good way and she was close to coming when Maria gasped and arched off the poolside mats as her own orgasm got a handful of glands and squeezed until she squirted. That didn't stop her though. She gyrated her pelvis against B's all the harder and gasped encouragement as B came second. And still they pressed on – pressed flesh to flesh, lubricated by their pleasure and motivated by the prospect of more of the same. B arched her back a little, tipping her pelvis to get her clit just a bit more into the action.
Maria squirted again. This time B thought, 'That didn't feel like a climax. That felt like pee.' Which B was actually ok with but - God damn it - Maria should have asked at least hypothetically, before pissing on her pussy – that was only polite. Being slightly miffed didn't stop B's second climax. She squealed, gasped and writhed as it rocked her world. Maria was right behind her, squirming in their slick juices and gasping like an asthmatic in the New York Marathon.
Exhausted, the two women slipped into the pool, shockingly cold for a moment on their hot skin, then pleasantly cooling and, finally, as they grew accustomed to it, comfortably warm. They embraced, they kissed softly, they whispered thanks to one another and they relaxed in the dimly lit pool.
"Would you like a drink?" Maria asked.
"Sure. What's in the icebox?"
"Well the bar in here only has the basics – scotch, vodka, white rum, bourbon, Michelob, Corona, probably some Buds, OJ and a few sodas, but the main bar is properly stocked and there's a cellar full of wine. What do you fancy?"
"You know what I fancy..." B shot Maria a predatory look "but OJ sounds good..." then as an afterthought "with a couple of fingers of vodka in it."
Maria climbed out to get their drinks, returning to sit on the edge of the pool, sucking on the neck of a Michelob bottle as she let her body dry in the warm air. B sipped at her drink before putting it carefully aside, turning and swimming down the pool. She turned with barely a splash and glided back along the bottom of the pool, surfacing right in front of Maria. B's hands on Maria's knees eased them apart enough to let her stand between them and kiss Maria rapaciously.
"Mmm..." Maria purred. "Know any other tricks with that tongue?"
"Only one way to find out." B pushed gently on Maria's breasts, forcing her to lie back then sank lower in the water until her face was on a level with Maria's crotch. It was her first real opportunity to look at this woman so she took her time. Maria's dark complexion wasn't a tan, but the olive skinned duskiness of the Mediterranean. Even shaving hadn't been able to hide the darkness of her pubic hair, which left a shadow even though her mons veneris was smooth to the touch. Her labia were dark too, inside and out. B recalled one of her college roommate's cruder euphemisms for labia – beef curtains – and realized that it was actually a good description of the dark skin and vermilion inner flesh she was looking at. Maria was growing impatient and spread her legs further, revealing the shadowy recess of her anus, also darkly pigmented. B took the hint and bent to lap at Maria's pussy, flicking her tongue lightly over Maria's already aroused clitoris for a few seconds before working her way inexorably down to plunge deep into her vagina, probing as far as she could into the woman's body.
"Oh yes... That's it... Don't stop!"
B had stopped. "Are you going to pee again?" B asked with a smile that said 'I'm ok with that.'
"Probably. But not if you keep stopping." There was pleading in her tone. B buried her tongue again. It didn't take long for Maria to cut loose. B's tongue was probing deep into that dark pussy and her mouth was open wide and pressed hard over Maria's labia, her incisors just grazing the woman's clit, when a stream of hot, brackish liquid spurted across B's taste buds. She let it fill her mouth and boil out of the corners of her lips before swallowing any to make room for the continuing deluge of urine.
B was really into water sports, not because she particularly liked the taste of piss but because it turned her lover's on to do it in her mouth and, if it turned her lover on – Hey! That's what it was all about. Besides, she'd swallowed more than a little jism in the last couple of years too, and she didn't particularly like the taste of that either. It was ok, but she definitely preferred the taste of pussy. That's why she was bi. Nothing topped the taste of pussy and Maria's was an excellent vintage: Tangy, sweet and musky with a bouquet that reminded B of something she couldn't quite place.
Maria's bladder ran dry. B swallowed what little was left in her mouth and lapped at Maria's labia, cleaning away the last traces. When all she could taste was pussy again she decided that if her new lover was so into pushing their boundaries, she, B, would push back. Her tongue wiggled down past Maria's vulva and, with no warning, pressed persistently into her anus.
Maria squirmed at the unfamiliar caress, tensing against B's intrusive probing. But B persisted and Maria, with a moan of lust, relaxed, feeling the girl's tongue ease her open.
"Oh God!" Maria sighed as she experienced her first proper rimming. It tingled, tickled, felt ... different, filthy but in a good way. It was all good. She'd been close to coming anyway and this new trick tipped her over the edge of another climax. Her pussy was pulsing and throbbing as she writhed on the poolside, wailing in ecstasy.
B kept working Maria's sphincter until the woman collapsed, exhausted and limp on the floor. Only then did she withdraw her tongue, gently kissing Maria's anus, then her pussy, then her smooth pubic mound and her navel.
B climbed out of the water to lie beside Maria and hold her close. They lay in each other's arms, caressing, kissing and nuzzling until Maria suggested bed.
A shared shower, washing each other, inevitably led to more intimate games.
"It's a little late to be washing there." Maria chided gently as B's soapy fingers squeezed between her buttocks.
"So? It's a little late for you to be getting coy." B kept on working slick fingers around Maria's bottom. "Especially as you peed on me without asking."
"I did, didn't I?" Maria grinned impishly. "That was very rude of me, don't you think?"
"Very." B moved closer, pressing her belly against Maria and pinning the woman to the wall of the shower. "You deserve to be spanked."
"Sorry Sweetie. Not into that." Maria said, matter-of-factly.
"Well, I you could give you a taste of your own medicine."
"I know this is really mean, but... No."
"Meaning that's not your thing?"
"Like I said, it's really mean but I don't like being on the receiving end."
"Hey, relax: Its all about what you do like. Some people are vanilla, some Chunky Monkey. Personally, I'm not that into vanilla, but you can always add sprinkles, hot fudge, crushed nuts..." B smiled at the recollection of that guy who nearly got his scrotum pierced by one of her stilettos. He'd been weird: A great ride but weird.
"Chocolate sauce?" Maria asked, picking up where B's metaphor had left off.
B made a 'yuk' face. "Not yet. Not ever, I hope. You're not into...?"
"God no! Just asking."
"Because of the rim job?"
