Julies Further Adventures

Julie Stories....

A long week on the road was finally coming to an end for Julie. Making her way back up the A1 the rain lashes down then turning off on the on to the A629 thinking,

'Not far now and I've got a night out at to look forward to.'

Through the windscreen, she can see amber flashing hazard lights up ahead,

'Poor bastard all you need on a night like this, can't let them suffer alone.'

Pulling over and parking behind the car Julie garbs her brolly then steps out into the torrential rain. Putting up her brolly she scurries over to the driver's door for the parked car.

Sat in the driver's seat is Breanne; mid-thirties, slim elegant, with long raven black hair framing piercing green eyes, thin lips, and small round nose, wearing a black double layered shirt and jumper with black waist high leggings. Crouched over her phone scrolling for a local garage to help her. She stops, frowns, looks up feeling a strong unnatural presence then jumps with a start seeing a shadow at her window. Dropping the window slightly feeling vulnerable she asks,

"What you do want?"

"Saw you pulled up to see if I can help sister?" Julie responds.

Breanne looks quizzically pondering,

'Sister, that is strange.'

"Yeah, I've got a flat tyre and looking for a local garage to call out and help put the spare on."

"Shit happens let's get that spare on, the closest garage is 20 miles away and you'll be waiting hours," Julie offers.

"You know how to change one then?" Breanne asks.

"Hell yes, sisters have to look after themselves," Julie grins.

"Sisters do," Breanne smiles feeling Julie's warmth.

Julie feels a strong affinity to this woman something she can put her finger on. The green eyes twinkle and a whisper in her mind,

'Thank you.'

Making Julie shudder.

"It's a shit night, is your spare in the boot?" Julie asks.

"I think so?" Breanne replies.

Breanne pulls the boot catch.

"The boot is open, take a look," Breanne smiles.

Julie scuttles around to lift open the boot. The interior light reveals an array of Basques, masks, stockings together with a strap on and double ended dildo. Julie takes a deep breath,

'Wow, she got a good evening ahead.'

Feeling her pussy tight as her nectar seeps into her knickers at seeing the array of toys and clothing. She lifts the carpet the tip of the dildo touches her wrist a sharp shock engulfs her as she senses the action it has seen. A large drop of rain lands on her nose rudely drawing her back to the task at hand. Pushing up the carpet pulling out the jack and spanner then wrestling the spare wheel from its home. Breanne appears lending a hand with the wheel. The carpet falls displaying the costumes and accessories again.

"Looks you are up for a fun time," Julie quips.

"Yes, part of my act," Breanne mummers slightly embarrassed.

"What is that then?"

"A stage shows for sisters."

"I bet that is hot."

"You should try it and find out."

Julie smiles looking at Breanne's eyes, feeling a strange foreboding sending a cold shudder along her spine.

"You ok?" Breanne enquires.

"Think so, feels like someone walked over my grave," Julie says flippantly.

"Your time is not yet," Breanne softly responds.

Julie raises her eyebrows at the comment feeling odd about this woman. Julie easily changes the wheel. She is sodden now and more interested in getting home and drying out.

"Back in business now, always good to help a sister," Julie smiles.

"Thank you, Julie," Breanne smiles.

"But how do you know my name?" Julie looks shocked.

"Some sisters can read more than the future," Breanne grins.

Julie's mind now racing thinking,

'Sister, Sister holy fuck she is a .....'

"Yes, I am Julie to answer your question," Breanne speaks calmly.

Julie bites her lip noticing how Breanne's clothe cling to her slim frame revealing her pert nipples and the curve of her mound, thinking,

'No vision of passion just a black abyss, dam.'

"I must be going as I have an engagement tonight. I can't thank you enough Julie, perhaps later I will," Breanne grins.

Julie feels confused she can see no vision. Looking down then back at Breanne,

"I don't think so, take good care we both need to get out of this weather," Julie says.

They climb back into their cars then drive off along the road. Julie following Breanne's car until it turns left towards Brightside. Julie continues homeward her mind tingling with meeting another Wiccan and one who seemed to read her mind.

The delay in helping Breanne has meant she is later arriving home. Julie has been looking forward all week to a night out. She quickly microwaves a ham and pineapple stuffed crust pizza and changes out of her damp work clothes looking in her long mirror stroking slowly over her breasts then down her stomach, thinking

'Something to enchant someone tonight.'

Sliding back the wardrobe door casting a critical eye over the selection of outfits on display. Pulling out her Forever Unique red lace twisted mini dress,

'Hmmm to in your face,' wrinkling her nose.

Need something subtle and seductive,' she ponders.

"Yes,"

as inspiration sparks, reaching into the wardrobe pulling out a green diamante V neck cape mini dress, thinking,

'Now I have those green Barely Their high heeled sandals. Fuck the weather I want to look stunning.'

'And something naughty underneath,' she grins to herself.

Turning to her chest of draws pulling open the second one down lifting out her pride and joy the Anne Summers Seductive Touch Collection with silky satin and eye-catching teal embroidery, the Seductive Touch Waspie in turquoise. Some black lace trimming stockings to complete the ensemble. She lays out each item on to her bed considering her make up, pensively wondering,

'Something dramatic.'

Opening her makeup draw casting an eye out for Anastasia Beverley Hills lip satin in orchid. Brushing on the lips gloss, pursing her lips. Next Nars sheer glow foundation in Mont Blanc applying it over her cheeks and forehead softening her complexion. And the finishing touches from her Naughty Nude eyeshadow palette selectin Please me, then Legit Lashes mascara to thicken her lashes.

Looking in the mirror smiling,

'Perfect to pull.'

She eases each item of clothing onto her body glowing with hope for a sensual night out.

Finally putting on her silver necklace with a green emerald drop stone. She looks in the mirror thinking,

'Let us hope this night brings some delights,' blowing a kiss in the mirror.

Phoning for a taxi and consuming her pizza trying to ensure no cheese dribbles down her chin. The taxi driver blows his horn announcing his arrival. Julie slips on her green rain cloak and scurries out jumping into the back. Sitting back looking out of the rain-splattered window as the taxi hurtles her to the Fallen Queen, a bar and show venue on the edge of Brightside. Her thoughts drifting to the woman she helped with the flat tyre. Jolting her from her thoughts the taxi lurches to a halt.

"six quid lady," the driver announces.

Julie passes him a tenner.

"Keep the change I feel lucky tonight," she quips.

"Thanks, have a great night," the driver replies.

She climbs out the soft glow of the lights from the bar welcoming her. A poster adorning the window catches her eye. She stops squinting as the headline "Burlesque Breanne tonight". Julie's jaw drops at the image below dressing in red and black Basque, black satin knickers, red fishnet stockings, and killer black heels. Julie nipples harden thinking,

'God she is the turn here tonight.'

Julie reaches down touching her mound as it creams remembering the contents of Breanne's boot.

Stepping inside the bar the warmth surrounding her as she joins the gaggle of women queuing to hand on their coats and pay the entrance fee. Slipping off her cloak smiling at the cherry blonde sat in the booth,

"Hiya Julie great to see you love, you look demur tonight," She chirps.

"Why thank you Reeta, perhaps I can purr over you later," Julie grins.

Reeta blushes adjusting her dangerously short skirt,

"Julie you are getting me all hot and bothered," Reeta giggles.

"Just how I how would like you Reeta darling," Julie winks.

Reeta is such a flirt and one day Julie has a mind to take her up on her offer, but not tonight something else nags her mind. She Scans the crowded room for a spare seat. Seeing one close to the stage she picks her way through the tables.

"Is this taken?" she asks.

"No darling please join us you look divine," a deep tone responds.

Pauline a chubby 50 something woman with a purple streaked bob style hairdo and black sleeveless V neck bodycon midi dress, black lip gloss, and purple eye shadow, her boobs struggling to be retained in her dress.

"Thank you so much." Julie smiles.

A waitress in denim hotpants and Casual collar long sleeve blouse in cream arrives with a tray of drinks for Pauline, asking Julie what she would like.

"Sex on the beach please,"

"Sex anywhere darling is always welcome," Pauline purrs.

"Yes, variety is the spice of life," Julie winks.

The drink promptly appears and Julie slips it feeling the warmth of the alcohol easing her tension. She chatters away with her table mate flirting freely. The lights dim indicating the act is about to appear. The assembled crowd clap and cheer. Julie looks to the small stage a strange aching in the pit of her stomach. Jolting suddenly by the touch of a hand on her shoulder feeling like a burning knife. In her mind a whisper,

'Come with me my precious.'

A soft breeze fans Julie's cheek as Breanne glides past. A flowing black satin cloak billowing, her raven black hair trailing. Julie's eyes widen feeling her pulse quicken an irresistible compulsion to follow. The crowd stomping their feet as Breanne climbs onto the stage turning slowly around her green eyes of burning like embers as her finger beckons Julie. All Julie can hear is a whisper in her mind,

'Come my precious.'

Like a moth to the light, Julie stands and walks to the stage her eyes locked on Breanne's. The baying noise from the crowd sounding like distant thunder. Julie slowly climbs the steps approaching Breanne. Breanne's hand strokes over Julie's shoulders bathing Julie in a warm feeling. Her nipples harden and girlie goo seeps from her vagina as she pants softly. Breanne bends forward brushing her lips lightly across Julie's lips Julie mind thinking,

'ohhhhhhhhhh god that feels good.'

Breanna's fingers stroking through Julie's hair as she parts her lips offering Julie her wet tongue. Julie accepts sucking hard feasting as their saliva mingles lighten bolts of delight surging through her body, thinking,

'What are you going to do with me.'

'Everything and nothing,' a voice echos.

'Just take me, TAKE ME,' Julie's thoughts scream.

Breanne gently pulls the stain bow securing her cloak. Pushing back her shoulders as it falls to the floor. Julie's eyes widen to see the proud breasts and brown areolas bullet-shaped nipples, firm and flat tummy curving gracefully away to her sparse black bush. Julie feels her knees weaken as her cunt tighten sending more of her nectar dribbling down her thighs.

"Holy fuck you are gorgeous," Julie whimpers.

"Yours to take my precious," Breanne simpers.

"Let me unburden you of your attire."

Julie remembers where she is, the stage, the mad crowd, she should be terrified but is not, instead intensely aroused, and focused. Slipping off her dress it slides to the floor her aching nipples feeling like they could explode. Her pussy drenched in anticipation the aroma from it so strong in her nostrils.

"My favourite the Seductive Touch Waspie you aim to please," Breanne coos.

A spotlight illuminates a small table on the stage, resting on top a double-ended dildo that Julie saw in the boot only hours earlier. Her knees weaken at the sight, her mind racing as her heart pounds knowing what Breanne has in mind,

'Ohh god in front of all these people,' she trembles.

The distance rumble from the crowd signalling their excitement. Breanne grins at Julie then looks to the audience Julie's eye following her gaze. Pauline's legs wide fingers stroking her exposed bush next to her Reeta gob wide open fingers tugging on her swollen nipples. Julie body shudders,

'Fuck they are watching me and enjoying it.'

Julie's body a burning inferno of desire. Breanne glides to the table her slender finger grasping the dildo. Turning back to Julie a wild glint in her eyes. Julie can hear her speaking in her mind,

'All fours precious let us give the audience a climax to remember.'

Julie shivers aghast by the prospect of her passion laid bare to all watching. However immensely aroused by the thought which overwhelms her apprehension. She crouches down on all fours her thighs slick with girlie goo her nipples aching so much. Breanne moves behind slowly easing down Julie's knickers. Julie closing her eyes hips buck as she can barely be able to contain herself from cumming. Julie's mind spins as Breanne kneels hands spreading open Julie's bum cheeks her hot breath cascading over Julie's exposed pucker and glistening vulva.

"Oh fuck, FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK," Julie shudders.

"A tasty meal we have here," Breanne groans.

Leaning forward Breanne's tongue glides along Julie's bum crack.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh please," Julie bellows.

Julie drops to her elbows pushing her bum back at Breanne.

"Don't tease, eat me, EAT ME," Julie screams.

Breanne tongue circles Julie's twitching pucker then darting in.

Julie grunts, "Holy shit."

Julie's thigh trembling as she starts to lose control. Breanne pressing her tongue deep into Julie's arse.

"Mummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmy YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS," Julie screeches.

Julie's hips buck violently as her orgasm grips her. Her hot nectar gushing from her cunt spurting girlie goo over Beanne's breasts. Breanne sucking hard on Julie's ring piece. Easing out Breanne grips the dildo using the tip to stroke Julie's engorged clitoris.

"Oh fuck ..no NO NO, not more," Julie whimpers.

"We can disappoint our audience, Julie, can we," Breanne whispers.

Julie looks out at the crowd. They all look back eyes wide so aroused as seeing the act. Pauline quivering, her fingers working her pussy hard, Reeta tits out tugging furiously on her thick nipples.

Turning back to Breanne eyes wide heart-pounding Julie can only nod. Breanne sucks the tip of the dildo then raising it above her head looking to the audience as a Gladiator would for instructions, thumbs up or down. Julie's mouth dry, her cunt trembling in anticipation her thighs quivering. Like the distance sound of rampaging wilder beasts, the noise gathers the volume intensifies to are howl as the audience scream for more. Breanne plunges the dildo hard and deep into Julie's drenched cunt.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Julie bellows.

Arching her back as her body explodes as her orgasm rips through her.

BANG the glasses shatters. Julie feeling intense pain in her hand. She looks down as broken shards of glass fall from her palm.

"Bloody hell darling you ok?" Pauline exclaims.

"I, I, I feel faint," Julie whispers.

Julie collapses to the floor her hand oozing blood.

"Oh god no," Pauline starts to weep.

Breanne quickly leaves the stage kneeling beside Julie.

"Leave this to me," Breanne commands.

Breanne scoops up Julie then carrying her through the bemused audience back to the dressing room. Passing shocked women looking concerted for the limp woman in Breanne's arms.

"I'll call an ambulance," Reeta shouts.

"No need I know what to do," Breanne comforts.

Moving swiftly Breanne pushing open the dressing room door. Julie, still unconscious in her arms, blood still oozing from the cuts in her hand. Breanne closes the door with a flick of her bum. Gently laying down Julie on the floor. Julie stirs,

"What happened? where am I?" she mummers.

"I am so sorry Julie it was not meant to happen like this," whispers Breanne.

Smiling down at Julie, gently stroking her face.

"Your passion was so strong, so intense my sister and you held on to your glass."

"My show is in the mind everyone out there was on the stage."

"Oh my god you mean it was a dream?" Julie whimpers.

"I am soaking wet though."

"The mind makes it real Julie," Breanne explains.

Breanne lifts Julie's hands opening out her fingers exposing the bloodied palm. Bend forward to kisses the wounds. Julie winches,

"Ah, that feels so ...." Her voice drifts off.

Breanne's eyes gleam blood red.

"You are healed," Breanne softly says.

Julie looks puzzled. The pain in her hand has gone. She looks at her hand and no marks can be seen.

"How did you do that?" Julie trembles.

"Some sisters are very special Julie, perhaps you can learn to," Breanne simpers.