This story begins with an actual encounter. If readers want I will continue.
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It started out as a bit of a joke. I met her playing scrabble. For the sake of this story I will call her Sarah. I like to know where people come from and a little about them when we play. And I enjoy chatting. I am always careful though, so that I only venture into risqué conversation if it seems to be wanted.
So -- as usual, I asked where she is from, and offered that I am in Australia. Sarah is from England and her first response to me revealing where I live was to tell me that she had been to Australia last year, and that here she had her first experience with another woman! Well, of course I was interested! And she was all too ready to tell me about it!!
She was here on holidays and sitting in a bar in Perth (the capital of Western Australia and the most isolated capital city in the world -- and a lovely place!). She started chatting with a woman at the bar and commented on how expensive the local beer was. Lara (lets call her that) agreed but said -- "My place is just around the corner. I have a bottle of nice white in the fridge. Shall we?"
Sarah is 37 -- at least that is what her Facebook page says, and her photographs bear that out. She is a petite brunette with a striking pretty face. In the photos where she is smiling she glows with a confident beauty. As far as I know still she has never married, but we never reveal everything about ourselves online. Lara, so Sarah told me, was a stunning blonde, tall and with legs to die for. Apparently she is 41 -- so here were two women in their prime. The weather was hot and so they were both wearing short print dresses -- not only to accommodate the heat but also because they showed off their amazing figures.
They sat in the back yard of Lara's place, chatting and reminiscing about places where they had both been. Sarah told me that she didn't quite know why -- perhaps it was the amount she had drunk, perhaps it was the inhibition which comes with being far away from home with a complete stranger. Perhaps it was just that she was discovering her true self at last. Sarah leaned across and tried to kiss Lara, who gently pushed her back and shook her head. "No, I don't think so."
Awkward moment. Sarah felt like leaving then and there, but they both laughed it off and kept chatting. But Sarah noticed that Lara was looking at her differently now. She seemed to be casting her eyes more over Sarah's body and even a few times their eyes met and they both stopped talking. Then the conversation continued. After about half an hour Lara surprised Sarah with a question. "Would you like to try that kiss again?" Well, my new friend didn't need any encouragement. She leaned across the space between their chairs and looked deep into Lara's eyes as their lips came together. There was an emotion she registered there, deep in Lara's eyes which was not at all clear. A little fear, a longing for more, a risk that she had decided to take?? Sarah didn't know what exactly was going on -- and lost sight of the emotion when Lara closed her eyes, but at the same time opened her lips.
Immediately their tongues began to dance together. Deep, exploring each other's mouths then pulling back to tease and touch gently as they held each other. Suddenly Lara stood up, took Sarah by the hand and said, with a voice already husky with desire, "Let's take this inside!"
They found their way quickly into Lara's bedroom and fell together, side by side, onto the large soft bed. While they continued kissing both women let their hands wander freely over each other's bodies. Hands cupping each other's breasts and thumbs teasing the already erect nipples through layers of fabric. Fingers caressing bare skin in between the flimsy cloth of their sun dresses. Each of them looked into the other's eyes and their hands moved down, smoothing the light cotton against each other's stomachs, then down, deeper and cupping a hand between the legs of the other. Both could feel, through the layers, the heat which had nothing to do with the temperature of the day.
Sarah and Lara lay there, holding each other, looking deep into each other's eyes, enjoying the feel of another woman's hand pressed against their pussies. Sarah smiled and took the initiative again. She grasped the hem of Lara's flimsy dress and peeled it upwards, off her body. They both sat up and Sarah was entranced. Of course (she told me) she had seen another woman naked before -- and Lara was not quite naked yet -- but the thought that this was not an accident or just the consequence of being in a change room at the same time. This was more like unwrapping a present and she felt her pussy tingle at the sight before her. Neither woman was wearing a bra and so when both dresses were removed they sat looking at each other, wearing just their skimpy panties. Sarah was wearing a pale blue g-string with a patch of lace barely covering her obviously bare pussy. Lara's was wearing cream French knickers with delightful folds of satiny cloth. Both of them could see that there were already signs that they had aroused each other deeply.
Sarah placed a fingertip on Lara's knee and began to trace swirls across Lara's warm soft skin. As the swirls went higher and higher Lara lay back, abandoning herself to the simplicity and the erotic charge of this caress from just a fingertip tracing swirls on her leg. Sarah moved around so that she was sitting between Lara's legs and placed both hands on the long sexy legs in front of her, caressing Lara's calves, behind her knees then slowly moving higher and higher across the soft skin of Lara's inner thighs.
