"So where do you live?" Alice asked a while later as she drove the woman home.
"Beverly Hills" Deirdre answered as though it were the most disgusting place to go.
"Really?" Alice asked surprised. A Hollywood wife? She wondered....
"Yeah, Carl insists, must keep up appearances" she answered tiredly, the drinks and their exertions catching up with her.
"You know, you don't have to go home" Alice offered almost off hand.
"I don't?" she asked stupidly.
Alice shook her head and answered "no, you can come home with me. He's already angry; will he be angrier if you're even later?"
Deirdre considered for a moment, what it implied, and then said "okay, take me to your place."
Alice glanced over but in the dim light of the car was unable to see really what the other woman was thinking. She shrugged, 'take it as it comes' was what she thought.
She drove down to Marina Del Rey and this time Deirdre was surprised at the pretty little condo they pulled up next to. She hadn't thought twice about the Porsche she had gotten into and the money it implied but a condo in Marina Del Rey? That said something.
Alice escorted Deirdre inside and flipped on the lights. A pretty little kitchen led to a sunken living room with a view out over the actual Marina with a boat sitting at a private dock. With a flick of a button the drapes and curtains closed automatically. Alice escorted her through the living room to a set of stairs that led to an office, a spare bedroom, a bathroom, and then another set of stairs that led to a loft and a large bedroom with a king sized bed.
"I think I should tell you I have no experience in this, Carl asked but I've never..." she left off embarrassed.
"I know it's okay" the smaller blonde told her, her yellow eyes were glittering now or so Deirdre thought.
"Do you do this often?" Deirdre asked nervously.
Smiling slightly Deirdre shook her head "relax, I'm not going to eat you, at least not yet" she joked.
Deirdre laughed at the crude joke and leaned down to kiss the blonde.
Alice knew what she was doing as she seduced the willing brunette. A desperate abused housewife was prime prey for the likes of Alice. Sure she would like to find love like every other lesbian in that joint but she seemed to attract the desperate, the lonely, or the needy. She rarely found a woman that matched her tastes, her needs, her secret passions. Well, she had NEVER found one that shared her secret passions, but then she knew statistically speaking that she was a rare bird. Meanwhile, she had a willing woman in her arms, knew what she was doing, and was going to enjoy her while it lasted.
Deirdre was surprised how gentle Alice was. Her lips were so soft, so delicious as they kissed her, softly prying open her mouth to hesitantly thrust her tongue inside to play with her partner's tongue, to taste the drinks she had earlier, to caress every inch of her tongue, to entice her own tongue to plunge inside her own mouth and taste, caress, and play. She groaned softly when Alice sucked gently on her tongue; it made a corresponding tug in her crotch that had her realizing for the first time in her life how attracted she was to a woman, this woman.
Alice gently began to undress the pretty girl from next door...her oh so innocent looks were a turn on and she unwrapped her from her expensive dress as though she were a delicate flower, a beautiful gift that deserved the respect and adoration that only another woman can offer.
Deirdre wasn't used to the foreplay that Alice was plying on her. Carl was a selfish man, a selfish lover, and took only what he wanted when he wanted. He wanted it a lot, mostly because he sensed her reluctance and this excited him. In a time when her friends complained how their husbands ignored them, chased younger more beautiful women, and played themselves, she had thought something was wrong with her when her randy husbands advances left her cold. This warmth, this caring, was exquisite and she wasn't sure how to accept it gracefully.
She didn't have to worry though; Alice was gentle, generous, and loving. She slipped the dress from her shoulders and the slip followed. Standing there in Victoria's Secret's latest apparel she thought it a shame that the brunette's beautiful breasts looked painfully held up by the push up bra she was wearing. She released the twins from their imprisonment and they spilled into her welcoming face, she kissed, licked, and suckled them passionately, adoring them with her hands, earning an indrawn breath from Deirdre and a groan as she lavished attention on them.
Used to having them grasped painfully by her husband she had become immune to tender play or so she thought and the adoration that Alice was showing on her breasts made her feel beautiful, loved, and wanted, not for what her body could give her partner, but for herself. She began to undress Alice who stopped for a moment to strip off her own dress and underwear and stood there unashamed as Deirdre looked at her in astonishment.
Hidden under that dress were two large mammaries, looking incredible on the petite blonde. She stood there unembarrassed, proud, and sexy...
They came together and Alice quickly stripped the thong from Deirdre's slender body, kissing her way south as she stood there, her hands clutching at Alice in a need that only the blonde could fulfill. Alice stood back up and forcefully held her close, feeling her body against her own, letting the woman feel another woman's body against her for the first time. Slowly she maneuvered her back against one of the walls and moved her hands up and down the brunette's body, arousing her with heated caresses, kissing her deeply, passionately, and deliberately, enjoying the feel of her body against her.
Deirdre sobbed into her mouth, not used to her own passion being aroused, used to being taken, and while that had seemed exciting at one time, she could no longer remember what it was like to have someone taking the time to excite her, to arouse her, to take the time on her.
Alice reached up and down the slender girl's body, squeezing her ass gently, pulling her hips closer to her own. They were not matched in height but it was to her benefit, her body fit right against the shaved Hollywood wife's V and she used her body to seduce, to rub enticingly, suggestively, erotically against the taller woman. She had her trapped against the wall and as she sensed her legs wanted to give out, to fall to the floor, or better yet the huge bed that took up the center of the room, she used every advantage she had against the brunette, to their mutual benefit. Long, deep, and passionate kisses were getting the brunette aroused; Alice's hands were enjoying the feel of her slender body. She raised one of Deirdre's legs and wrapped it around the curve of her own hip which widened the gap between her legs, left her unbalanced on one leg, and it left her strangely vulnerable and dependent on the petite blonde. She teased with her hand caressing lower, making the brunette's body beg to be touched there, where her legs came together, and sensing her need in her body's reaction to her teasing. Unconsciously the brunette needed to be f'd, to be royally screwed by Alice's fingers, to be fulfilled by what she and only she could give her. Alice's body began to dance against her, thrusting slightly as she imitated what Deirdre needed but not fulfilling her, not yet. Her hands teased around her hips, her ass, her lower stomach until Deirdre was mewing into her mouth, looking for that fulfillment and Alice touched along her mound feeling her way towards the wetness she knew was waiting for her.
Deirdre needed whatever Alice was willing to give her. Her body was so relaxed from the alcohol she had consumed but she had recovered enough that she knew she wanted this petite blonde, that for the first time in her life she craved a woman's touch, that she wanted to be royally f'd by a stranger...her body was screaming out for an orgasm, one given to her by someone other than herself. For years her husband had taken his without a thought for her own and her body craved the release that was very different from self-service, that another human being gave you, that allowed you to let go in a way that didn't require the concentration of doing it to yourself. She let her body take over; to tell Alice that she needed her, wanted her, and was her's for the taking.
Alice knew exactly what she was doing to the inexperienced housewife; she was a connoisseur of beautiful woman flesh. She understood unwritten body clues better than this woman, or most men could understand. She had made a career out of it, but then in her line of work it was necessary to observe more than the average person did. She knew it was a sickness sometimes but other times, like now, it was a benefit she was going to take advantage of. She wasn't going to question her gifts; she was going to take advantage of them.
Slowly, deliberately she had the taller woman's body begging to be taken, she played with her victim as she unconsciously sent off 'f me' signals. She began to caress, circling closer to the core of this woman who she held so easily against her wall, her body simulating what she wanted so badly as she thrust gently against her, her fingers taunting her flesh with what they could give, would give, would take gladly. Her fingers 'casually' brushed against her lover's bald lower lips as her upper lips sucked, caressed, and teased at the taller woman's mouth which was whining against her in supplication, asking, no begging for release. With the casual brush she could tell the woman couldn't take much more and she deliberately parted those lower lips and sought for the button another woman knows instinctively. The woman's body bucked beneath her hand. She immediately could feel a small amount of wetness that leaked out on the button. Her fingers pressed lightly. Deirdre whimpered for more. Alice decided to let her out of her misery despite her own need to play with her food.
Deirdre was on fire, she couldn't, wouldn't be able to stand there much longer, if not for the wall against her back she would have fallen already. The blonde couldn't support her much longer but with her leg wrapped around Alice she ached to feel her touch her, to relieve this awful, wonderful need that was rising inside her. She clutched at her lover, feeling her hands run through her blonde hair, along her shoulders, her nails curling into her shoulders, unconsciously digging in as she felt feelings and emotions she hadn't dealt with in years. She let Alice know in a million different ways that she wanted her, wanted what she could give her, what she badly needed.
