Author's Note: This story is a combined effort of myself and Camilla_Jones. We are taking on two different characters. We hope you enjoy the read.
The following story and the universe it occurs in overall only exists in the mind and imagination of the authors. If you are seeking a rather sexy, wild lesbian romp, you are in the right place.
All characters are over the age of 18.
Reader discretion is advised.
Applicable Tags: Older/Younger, lesbian sex, Romance, Female Sub, Oral Sex, threesome, strap-on, voyeur, backseat sex, and Anal virgin.
All characters are over the age of 18.
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Bobbi and Camilla.
It was the gala event of the year, Monte Carlo, the Casino Royale. She was dressed in a tight-fitting full-length Fire Engine red, ball gown, her 4" heel made her look taller than her 5'8". There were no panty lines as she was going commando. Her black hair was slicked back with gel. Her make-up was discreet, her perfume was tasteful and expensive. She sipped on a glass of champagne, looking, watching for Ms. Right.
Someone younger than her 35 years, someone petite not a blonde, no she had had her fair share of blondes this week. Tonight, she fancied someone different.
This is the other casino in Monte Carlo, the more discreet one. The one where the ultra-wealthy meets Royalty. Tonight was a special event, the only annual event for charity held in the Casino Royale. This is the event when they, the filthy rich present their daughters to the world. Their daughters had by this time, gone through their rebellious years, and if they survived those they were presented as sweet and innocent, to those people they now had to navigate around.
Everyone knows they aren't ready for what awaits them.
She gracefully glides around the main floor, the tables where fortunes are exchanged on the turning of a card have been moved to the sides of the grand room. She is rumored to be related to the Countess Elizabeth Báthory de Ecsed of Hungry. But she has never admitted or denied her heritage. Many still introduce her as 'The Countess', her close and intimate friends call her Bobbi.
Her eyes are watching, surveying the young debutants. Their mothers tactfully steer their daughters away from her gaze and avoid any accidental or incidental introductions. Her reputation for seducing young females was widely known.
She saw this as a bit of a 'meat market' of sorts. All the handsome young men were out tonight, all putting on their best performances as refined rich young men, just as their mother demanded of them.
The smile on her face was welcoming to all who came into contact with her. She was gracious, well-bred, polite, spoke four languages, fluently and her English had a slight accent, which added a certain charm to it.
She waltzes in her 4" heels which hoisted her derriere making it more feminine and more attractive to all. Many a husband was a recipient of a glare or a poke in his ribs by their watchful wife.
And many of the women, married or not, tried to catch her eye.
She spotted the young woman, a brunette, the hair was falling over her bare shoulders of the silvery blue exquisite ball gown. She didn't recognise this fair maiden, she was no debutant, but still young and fresh. She collected a second glass of Champagne and edged her way toward her, not spilling a drop. The crowded floor automatically opened up before her as if she were Moses, parting the Red Sea. Suddenly she was face to face with this beautiful young woman. She handed her a glass.
"I saw your hands were empty," She said by way of introduction.
Her alabaster skin suggested she was no outdoors type of person. She stood quietly in front of her. Their eyes locked onto each other.
She smiles and tells her, "You haven't even seen the lights from my bedroom balcony, have you?"
The beautiful young woman wasn't surprised by the comment and replied, without being flustered. "Oh, my that must be a sight,"
The Countess continued, "Yes, you can see from the headland right across the harbor and up to the Palace," She told her, stretching out her arm.
The woman with a Southern accent continued with the pantomime, "Wow" she whispered, "Sounds like a penthouse view,"
The Countess leans her body into the new stranger, and her hand drops to her hip and then to her backside. She squeezes one of her buttock cheeks and tells her "It is,"
Startled this time and not wanting to seem too enthusiastic she places a hand on the Countess's chest, pushes her back gently, and tells her in a stern tone. "No one squeezes my bum after just meeting me," Then she grins, and wets her top lip.
The Countess smiles back and whispers, "I do," She tells her and pats it gently, "I'll stop if you want me to," She continued.
She grins once again, and then says, "I didn't say to stop,"
"Let's get out of here, shall we?" She nods in the direction of the concierge. Then puts an arm around her waist as they head to the front of the Casino, The Countess tells the maiden that her car has been summoned, they wait for the Rolls to pick them up, and she is pulled in closer as she kisses her ear.
"You look so young I suspect this will be all new to you?" She asked as a Rolls Royce Phantom Saloon pulled into view.
She smiles and gives The Countess a curious look before thinking to herself 'Oh my that car in itself is arousing,' as she feels her mouth on her ear.
She is told, "It is only a short drive," As The Countess again runs a hand over her backside trying to feel her panties under the tight-fitting dress. She detects something. A faint very tasteful thong she thinks.
The young woman turns to her and reminds her, "Everything is close by Monaco," She smiles at her as she feels a thong under the dress.
"That's true, but the streets are narrow and winding, so we will get Charlotte to drive carefully, and slowly,"
"Oh, a female driver," She says, "That's interesting,"
The Countess tells her, "You will find all of my staff are both French and female, my sweet,"
The luxury car pulls up and a dark-skinned woman in her late 40s dressed in a grey suit and cap opens the rear door for them. She smiles as she tells the driver.
"Charlotte, conduis lentement, je veux voir si je peux faire sortir cette gentille petite demoiselle de sa robe avant que nous rentrions à la maison," [Charlotte, drive slowly, I want to see if I can get that sweet little lady out of her dress before we get home.]
"She is so pretty," The beautiful young woman whispers as she watches her every move, they slide into the luxurious Rolls Royce.
"Yes, she is very pretty and very obedient," She is told.
Not understanding a word of French, she just smiles, as she sees the tall Amazonian woman looking at her lustfully, her smile captivating, and her obedience is obvious.
