Penelope studied economics at the university in Sevilla and she had gotten a scholarship for studying half a year in Sweden. From the beginning she had loved the atmosphere of liberalism and freedom in the Nordic country. It was quite different from the South of Spain. She loved her home in the south but it was still difficult for young women there in some way and even more for girls like her.
Penelope was a real Beauty. She was 19 years old and had the typical looks of the south Mediterranean area. She had thick, dark brown – almost black – hair, reaching down over her shoulders. Her figure was slim but still with a good portion of curves at the right places. Her firm, well shaped breasts were a good 90B. Her skin had that darker tan and she had dark eyes, that racy look in her face and a very beautiful mouth, with full red lips. With a size of about 1,65m she was not very tall. The boys around her usually were mad about her.
But Penelope was not mad about boys. She had been with boys, but had never found them and even sex with them exciting. For years she had felt, that she was more attracted to girls, but in the south of Spain it was still very difficult for a young girl to out herself as a lesbian. So there had not been any chance for her to try anything.
Here up in the north it was quite different. In Sweden she had seen girls with girls on several occasions and she had soon even found out about a nice clubbing. It was not only lesbians there. There were hetero, gay and lesbians all without any difference. There also were some "GoGo-Girls," that were dancing and Penelope liked watching them.
She liked going there alone and sit at the Bar and have a Drink, watching the dancers. She usually got quite hot, doing it. It was her third visit at the Club. She had been watching the sexy dancers for some time again and enjoyed the nice atmosphere and again she had got herself quite hot. Not only the girl-dancers also watching other lesbian girls dance and kiss made her horny.
She was dressed in a black dress with no bra beneath. It was shortly after Midnight when she wanted to leave the Clubbing and went to fetch her coat. She stepped into the small room, where the coats were kept. The door fell shut behind her. Nobody was inside. She started searching for her coat. She heard the door open and close behind her and suddenly the light went off.
She was frightened for a moment and even more was she frightened when she suddenly felt somebody close behind her and two hands firmly grabbed her breasts. She was shocked, she wanted to cry. But she didn't do it. Somehow the hands felt good and there was a soft whisper in her ear.
"Psssst. Don't cry, don't shout. I have watched you. I have watched you not only today. If you say just one word, I'm immediately gone, but if you want to feel a woman I can show more pleasure, than you can imagine. Decide! I will only ask you once to follow me!" It was a soft voice, a female voice that talked to her in English.
The 19-year-old Spanish girl shivered. It was strange, so strange and so arousing…and she wanted it, had wanted it for years. But could she trust a stranger, follow a stranger and give herself to her? She hadn't even an idea what the woman would look like, nor what she had in mind doing to her. And somehow that even aroused her more.
"I will follow you!" she whispered with a weak, highly excited voice.
The answer was a wet tongue caressing her ear for a short moment. Then the hands left her breasts and next she felt something cool, a small peace of fabric over her eyes. She was softly blindfolded with a silken blindfold.
"What…?" she asked shivering with excitement.
"Everything fine, little girl. Just relax. I will only do things to you, that you like. Now follow me."
An arm lay wrapped around her shoulders and she followed. She was strangely excited and aroused by the whole situation.
The woman led her, still blindfolded out of the building and to a taxi. She did not talk to her anymore, but when the taxi started driving the woman drew her closer. She felt soft lips on her lips and then the unseen stranger started kissing her. It was sooo very soft and sensual. The lips were really exploring her, exploring every little place and wrinkle of her lips. There was no hurry and no pressure. It was all pure tenderness. It felt so good to her that she did not even think that they were still in the taxi and that the driver could see them. A tongue continued the exploration later and again it was very slow and soft and sensual. Automatically her lips finally opened and the strangers tongue slipped into her mouth and found her tongue. It was like a kind of magic when she felt another woman's tongue encircle hers. She got totally lost in the first girl-girl French kiss of her young life.
She had no idea how long the taxi-drive took. For Penelope it was like some seconds only. Finally they stopped, the woman paid the taxi and led her into a building. They took an elevator and the 19-year-old girl heard the woman unlock a door. The door was closed and locked behind her. The girls excitement grew again; now she was completely in the hands of that unknown stranger.
She was led further into the flat, when they stopped she felt that she was close to something soft, that ended at about her knees. It felt like a bed. But the woman left her little time for thinking. Soft and tender hands started to explore her body. Fingers strode across her face, across her lips. Alone the touch of these soft and caring fingers aroused her. And the fingers did not stop at her face, they went deeper, stroke her neck and even went down to her breasts. The fingers felt that she had hard nipples already. And then there were her lips again on hers. This time they were firmer already. There was an arousing passion in that kiss. She loved it as the woman's lips and tongue dominated her. The storm of wild passion took her completely and again she was completely lost in that kiss. Never before had she experienced anything like that; never before would she even have thought that a kiss made be like this.
