Lady Lovers
Anne learns to share love and lust with a woman
Anne dropped into Opra Bistro late one morning her arms laden with fresh vegetables and herbs. Since she and her partner Dan had begun their "lusty friendship" with the new part owner John, Anne would often drop in with home grown organic garden produce. She would exchange them for the Bistro's heavenly Tapas.
Walking through the open back door into the kitchen she spied Grace, the pretty late 30's something waitress, polishing glasses and stacking them on trays under the bench. Grace did not notice Anne as engrossed in her work bent down to place a glass in the rack. When she did, the short tight jersey shirt she was wearing rode up her thigh and over the curve of her tight rounded arse. Wearing only a G string, the curves of her brown cheeks were amply displayed. Anne had seen Grace in her leotards as they both attended the same gym, but seeing the exposed flesh in a working environment was somehow different and erotic.
Anne turned to the sink and placed the vegetables on the draining board.
Startled by the noise, Grace stood up and turned, unaware that she had provided Anne with a peek at her rounded ass and taut thighs.
"Thanks Anne they look great, we will be able to make the lime and mint dressing for the Tapas. We don't have anything to give you now, but Chef is making some Tapas for tomorrow and I will bring some up this afternoon when I am on my way home. I am just in for the morning to do some catch up work on my day off."
Standing and facing her, Anne could see that Grace was wearing a short string top that left her navel exposed . Her tanned breasts swung free beneath the material and her nipples were pushing out the light jersey into little peaks.
"Good" said Anne, wishing she were that young again. "I will see you about two."
Returning home, Anne made a tossed salad with light dressing; poured a glass of Chenin Blanc and sat on the couch to read and listen to soft rock on the sound system.
By the time Grace arrived, Anne had cleared the dishes and was sitting watching a romantic DVD on the widescreen TV, a second glass of wine in hand.
"Here Grace have a glass of wine and tell me about your day."
Taking the Tapas Grace had brought, she stored them in the refrigerator and poured Grace a glass. They both sat down on the couch side by side and Grace filled Anne in on the news of the day from the village.
Looking up Grace noticed the movie. "I haven't seen that for such a long time."
"Have another glass of wine. I will restart the movie, we can watch it all the way through" said Anne.
With a full glass, Grace settled down and they both began to watch the movie.
Half an hour later, Grace began to yawn. "I'm sorry." she said, "We have just been working such long hours at the Bistro and as you could see, I was working on my day off. At least I don't have to go in till 10 tomorrow."
"Don't worry" said Anne pulling a cushion down to her lap. "Lay your head here and if you drift off, we can watch what you missed when you awake."
Grace smiled in assent and without a sign of embarrassment, snuggled down on the cushion. Her soft brown hair brushed Anne's thighs as she stretched her legs along the sofa.
The movie rolled on and soon Grace's steady breathing signified she was deep asleep. Anne looked down and brushed Grace's hair back from her face. She looked along her body, noting that her skirt had ridden high up on her hip exposing her arse cheeks. The fine lace of her G string framed the curves. The thin strap of her top had slipped from her shoulder allowing the top to fall free, exposing the dark brown aureole and puckered nub of her nipple.
Anne resumed watching the movie as it moved into an erotic sex scene. The actors were indulging in sensual, slow, lovemaking on the balcony of an apartment overlooking the lakes of Northern Italy. Anne felt a warm tingle, remembering a previous lover and the time they had made love in a similar fashion. Unconsciously, her hand reached down and began caressing Grace's exposed breast and nipple.
Anne quickly realized it was not her flesh she was caressing (for often she would caress herself while watching erotic scenes in movies) and feeling embarrassed, stopped and looked down. Grace was still sleeping, breathing easily, but the only difference was a relaxed smile on her face.
'What the heck,' thought Anne as she resumed the stroking. 'Grace doesn't seem to be waking and it feels good to be caressing this firm breast, while watching the actors make love.'
As she continued stroking, she could feel the nipple become turgid and the bumps in the aureole becoming erect. Grace did not seem to be reacting so Anne reached under her own top with her left hand and began squeezing her right breast as she absorbed the lust shown on the screen.
Grace stirred without opening her eyes, reaching down between her legs, parting her thighs and cupping her barely covered pussy with her hand. Anne watched as Grace did not seem to be waking, but was reacting to the stimulation of her breast by becoming unconsciously aroused. Anne kept stroking, tracing circles around the aureole and across the nipple wondering what would happen next. She had never done this to a woman before and had never intended to do this to her friend Grace; it had just happened. Maybe the sight of her bottom and free swinging breasts earlier had stirred the lust in Anne.
After a few minutes, Grace began to stir. Still asleep and breathing evenly, she rolled on her back, her legs falling open. Her hand stayed cradling her satin and lace covered pussy. She moaned and her hand began to move gently, caressing her mound and tracing her labia's with her fingers.
Anne watched her hand at work. She noticed that in rolling over, Grace's top had lifted up under her armpits exposing both breasts; the left nipple erect and the right soft and slumped.
