Oh Heels

This is the ninth and final part of the story, so Oh Heels, and Over Heels are now fully published. I have other works in progress, so keep checking, and thanks for reading.

Oh Heels Pt. 09

A Year in Paradise

A month after we returned from our holiday in Mallorca, Suzy and I celebrated a year since our first meeting. It had been, without any doubt, the best year of my life. It had started out as a tentative experiment with lesbianism, but it had turned out to be completely life-changing. Before I met Suzy, I had merely wondered whether I would enjoy lesbian sex, or not. It had never occurred to me that it might lead to a full blown, starry-eyed, aching heart and shiver-at-the-sight-of-her love affair, but it did.

As if that wasn't amazing enough, Suzy had exactly the same experience, and the same feelings (we had talked about it endlessly). To me, this was a much bigger stroke of luck than winning millions on the National Lottery. It had altered my life and my frame of mind in ways that money never could. Money is purely earthly and grubby. What Suzy and I were experiencing was spiritual. It was a kind of epiphany. Nothing could ever be the same again, and I was 100% sure that I would give up absolutely anything else in my life before I would give up Suzy.

Our week in Mallorca was probably the very best anniversary present that we could ever have given each other, but we had to decide how we were going to celebrate on the actual day, which was August 21st - a Sunday.

When we returned from Mallorca we began to talk about what we were going to do for our 'anniversary', and how we could make it 'special'. To be honest, sexually, almost all our encounters are special, so it was difficult to know how our anniversary sex could be made to stand out. Of course, we could just go out for a very special meal and let the sex be incidental, but we both wanted the one year milestone to be memorable.

We decided to start by revisiting some places from our early days, like the coffee shop where we first met, and the restaurant near my house where I took her out for a meal after our first experiment with watersports which, although we found it an exciting experience, we have not repeated.

We made a weekend of it, starting by meeting at the coffee shop on the Friday afternoon, just as we had that first time, then we went back to Suzy's for the night.

The coffee shop was an interesting experience; we were now so familiar with each other that it seemed strange, though pleasurable, to remember that first encounter. Just a year ago, but a world away. We talked about our first impressions of each other, and the heady excitement of realising how immediately attracted we had been. It was fun to remember.

The night at Suzy's was lovely. We both had happy memories of the first time I had been there, but we didn't have sex. We wanted to 'save it' for our actual anniversary on Sunday, but it wasn't easy! We went to bed and just spent time kissing and cuddling, trying to keep a lid on any sexual arousal, until we fell into a happy sleep.

On Saturday, we went into Suzy's local town to do some girly shopping. Well, when I say town, I mean the city centre. We met up with a friend of Suzy's from work, she was a Swedish ex model turned costume designer called Anna-Lise, but apparently known to everyone simply as Annie. Suzy had said she was beautiful but 'as straight as a die', so there were no threesomes expected. She was certainly beautiful, and tall. Taller than me, so she must have been close to 6ft, and slim, bordering on skinny, though not by any means flat-chested. Her face was classically beautiful - heart shaped with high cheekbones - and her hair was long, naturally blonde - well, fair anyway - and straight. I guessed her age at late 30s, but Suzy said 'Nope, she's nearly 45'. Well, she'd certainly aged well.

She was good fun, with an irreverent sense of humour and a razor-sharp wit (which was probably why Suzy got along with her) and her English was perfect, even down to obscure idioms and subtleties of English humour. She'd been in the UK for 25 years, so not much escaped her.

We had a great afternoon with 'Annie', with lots of girly clothes shopping. Not usually my thing really but this was enjoyable. The company obviously helped.

In the clothes shops, she gave us the benefit of her long experience and 'fashion-sense', some of which I thought was bonkers. Me being me, I told her so and, to my surprise, she let out a loud hoot of laughter and said 'Well, it's important to have your own sense of style Lissy.' Indeed.

I did buy some outerwear but, to be honest, I was intent on adding to my lingerie collection, as was Suzy. Although we are lesbians we are both very femme, and see no reason not to look glamorous. We love to dress up in sexy underwear, and I do find it a tremendous turn-on, both wearing it and seeing other women in it.

Contrary to what some people think, women don't dress themselves sexily just to please men. It's a part of our femininity, our sexuality. I love to dress provocatively because of the way it makes me feel; gorgeous and sexy. It's definitely a kind of superpower. Many women seem to go to great lengths to cover their sexuality, as if having a great body is something to hide, but not me nor, thankfully, Suzy either. We embrace it, enjoy it, revel in its power. I find it quite intoxicating.

To be fair to Annie, straight or not, she joined in with we two lesbians in the appreciative appraisal of various items of sexy underwear, and actually pointed out a very sexy corset, which was almost 'underbust' but included fishnet bra cups which left nothing to the imagination

Actually, she corrected me when I called it a corset, pointing out that the bra cups, however negligible, made it a basque, as did the fact that it was made of soft and comfortable materials, designed to accentuate your natural figure rather than creating a waist with rigid boning/lacing.

'You don't need any artificial help in that department, do you Lissy?' she said, effortlessly complimenting me. She held it up against me and continued, 'I bet your tits would look spectacular in those fishnet 'cups', don't you think Suzy?' I remember thinking, it's a shame Annie is straight, she would make a great lesbian.

'Buy-it, buy-it.' Suzy chanted. 'Buy. It. Now!' So I did.

I may have imagined it, but the girl on the checkout had a twinkle in her eye as she looked appreciatively at the garment and then at me, saying 'Mmm, nice' while giving me a shy smile. Perhaps she was into women.

When shopping fatigue set in, we went for a very British pub lunch, involving pies and chips which, to my surprise, we all loved. It was, as ever, amusing to see the stir we caused. Now there were three of us; two shapely brunettes and a statuesque blonde, all eating pie and chips and drinking ale in a pub. It was too much for many men and I'm surprised there weren't injuries because there wasn't much looking-where-you're-going happening. I also spotted more than one woman eyeing us up.

We said our farewells to Annie. It had been good to meet her and spend some time in her company. We now headed off to my place for the night and it was all we could do to resist fucking each other's brains out, but we had said we'd save it up for Sunday, or 'sin-day' as Suzy had started referring to it, so we stayed strong. Until the morning. We just went to sleep with Suzy 'spooning' me. It was lovely to have her arm around me and to feel her breasts against my back. I could easily have got turned on but instead I just luxuriated in the lovely soft warmth of her and drifted off into a marvellous contented slumber.

When we surfaced, it was late on Sunday morning. Our anniversary! We were starving now though so, rather than sex, we got up and went to the kitchen for breakfast. I tried, with a modicum of success, to recreate Maria's divine revuelta but, although it wasn't quite as good, we enjoyed it immensely.

We followed it up with a couple of hours drinking coffee, watching TV, and savouring the delicious anticipation of what was surely going to be a wondrous afternoon of sex. We occasionally, touched each other in a suggestive way, and flashed each other a wicked little smile. We were building up our arousal splendidly and we played our little teasing game; we both had nothing but dressing gowns on, so it was easy to give each other a little flash now, and then. A glimpse of nipple here, a hint of pubes there, and an eyeful of ample breasts now and again. At one point, she put an arm under her breasts and pushed them up so that her cleavage became truly eye-popping. She had a lovely coy yet sultry look on her face as she saw me almost salivating, but I went one better when I was serving her a coffee and deliberately let my dressing gown loosen so that one of my boobs slipped out, right in front of her face. Oops.

Eventually, I could resist her no longer. I grabbed her and pulled her to me, kissing her with a passion that was primal, elemental. She returned the kiss with equal passion, and we rolled off the sofa onto the rug, breathlessly giggling and clinging to each other. We were both talking at once

'Oh God Suzy, I love you so much.' I said, and she was saying something similar to me. I buried my face in her breasts, sucking and kissing them, and she threw her arm around my head and pressed me against her. Then, suddenly, we stopped and looked at each other.

'Shall we go upstairs?' I said.

'I thought you'd never ask.' she replied, and we got up and went up to my bedroom. Well, our bedroom, as it had now become, really.

By the time we had climbed the stairs, we had regained our composure and, as we had promised each other, we began to doll ourselves up for what Suzy had called 'a properly hot session of glamorous lezzy sex.' After our shopping trip with Annie, we both had new lingerie, but Suzy had kept hers hidden as 'a surprise.'

We took turns to go into the bathroom to get ready, although a big part of me would have preferred to watch her dress. Suzy went in first, and when she emerged she looked stunning. Her new undies - bra, pants, suspenders and stockings - were in a deep cerise colour. It was a gorgeous shade; almost perfectly poised between scarlet and pink, and almost a match for the flesh of her pussy when she was fully aroused.. The bra and briefs were exquisitely lacy and the stockings had a similar material for the tops but were made of a very fine fishnet material - so fine it was was not obvious from a distance. The combination of this adorable ensemble and Suzy's body was nothing short of bewitching.

'Oh my God, Suzy, you look delicious! You just stay here and admire yourself in that mirror while I change. And no cumming until I get back.'

I went into the bathroom, buzzing with anticipation, and carrying a bag with just my favoured black stockings, a pair of black high-heels, my new purple basque and no pants. I had tried the basque on before and even I was impressed with how fantastic I looked in it. My nipples were stunning, poking through the fishnet mesh, and after seeing Suzy in her new lingerie they were superbly and provocatively erect. I looked myself up and down in the mirror and thought 'Fucking hell, I'd fuck you myself.' Suzy was in for a treat. Well, we both were actually.

I came out into the bedroom and Suzy was lying on the bed with one leg drawn up, idly caressing the crotch of her gorgeous cerise knickers. She took one look at me and immediately clamped her legs together on her hand and said 'Wow, that really is stunning. Come hither my wanton harlot.' She definitely has a way with words.

I sauntered over to the bed and stood very close to her so she could get an eyeful of me. She swung round and sat on the edge of the bed and I straddled her legs with mine so that she had a very close up view of my stockinged thighs, my exposed hairy pussy, the exquisite purple basque, and my startling fishnet-covered breasts.

'You like?' I asked, playfully putting on a fake foreign accent, and Suzy murmured her appreciation.

My nipples were eye-poppingly prominent and I leaned forward so she could lick them, which she did, eagerly. She put her hands on my legs, feeling my lacy stocking tops.

'Mmm, lovely stockings babe, and THIS is gorgeous.' as she began to kiss her way down the purple fabric covering my midriff, heading, obviously, for my sex. She slithered down so she was sitting on the floor between my legs, planted a tender little kiss on my pussy lips and then on each of my stocking tops. I put my hand on her head and pressed her face against my left thigh, rubbing my stocking top against her cheek, then pushed my hips forward, rubbing my pussy lips against her mouth and nose.

I was juicing up beautifully by now (actually, I had been for some time) and I was gratified to see that her nose glistened with my juice when I pulled back. She had her eyes closed and her mouth open in a rapt expression as she waited for me to gently fuck her face with my wet pussy. And fuck it I did, slowly and gently at first, savouring the feeling of her nose between my lips and her flicking tongue, and gradually building up to a grinding, thrusting orgasm which made my legs weak and left her face running with my milky juice.

'Ooohh, fuck Lissy, that is so gorgeous.' she moaned, and I dropped to my knees and kissed her, then licked up my juice from her cheeks. The taste of pure female sex.

I stood up and took her hand, pulling her up so she was standing, then I pushed her down onto the bed and climbed on top of her. I kissed her lips again, savouring the taste of my pussy once more, then kissed my way down to her exquisite and amply-filled bra cups. I brushed my nose back and forth over the bumps of her erect nipples, then continued down over her warm, womanly belly to her panties. I felt a little tremor of excitement as I caught the scent of her sex and noticed that there was a tell-tale dark patch of dampness spreading from her pussy. I slid down between her beautiful cerise stocking tops and made a big show of inhaling her aroma, making her chuckle slightly, then I kissed her wet panty crotch.

My God, it was gorgeous. She was so hot down there and the softness of the wet fabric, cushioned by her pubes, was quite intoxicating. The slight arching of her back and her croaky moans told me she was yearning for me to eat her, so I very slowly pulled her knickers down, exposing the glistening folds of her cunt lips. So mouthwatering. She helped me by bending one leg so I could slip her pants over her foot, then she let that leg fall to one side, making her wet lips part invitingly. She reached down and took her briefs from me before I could discard them, then she stretched them across her face with the wet gusset covering her mouth. She inhaled deeply and groaned 'Oh my God' then began licking and sucking her juice from the wet fabric. She's such a sex-pot!

Meanwhile, I was trailing my tongue up and down through her soft curly hairs, and tracing her labia before dipping it gently into the bottom of her vaginal opening, where that little web of skin collects a pool of pussy juice, loving the taste of the creamy white musky fluid that was welling up there and overflowing, trickling down her perineum onto the bed sheets and spreading between her bum cheeks. I closed my eyes and savoured the feel and flavour of her hot cunt juice on my tongue; it always tastes subtly different to my own, and is often more viscous and slippery. A thick cream compared to my milk.

Suddenly, she spread her pussy wide with both hands and groaned. 'Ohhhh, fucking hell Lissy, suck my clit.' I didn't need telling, and I placed my lips over her little button and sucked on it gently while, at the same time, fingering her with two fingers. I soon located the softness of her G-spot, and then just concentrated on making her come.

I was perfectly happy lying there between her pink stockinged thighs, working my magic on her pussy. I could have stayed there for hours, just immersed in the warm feminine sexuality of her, but it wasn't long before she started quietly going 'ah, ah, ah' and I knew that signalled an orgasm was imminent. In fact, I stayed there, sucking and licking her until she had two very wet orgasms and her thick creamy juice was suddenly much more liquid and copious, with a subtly different taste; orgasm juice! I gulped it down hungrily. The delicious elixir of female sex.

As previously mentioned, I've never been much of a sex toy user, and always found my fingers more than adequate, apart from Pussy Willow that is, but Suzy was a huge fan of toys, and she was an expert on them, having tried a dozen different ones. I have to admit, some of them do produce spectacular orgasms, and our experiences in Mallorca had certainly convinced me that they had a place in our love-life.

Suzy, having given her clitoral stimulator to Maria, had recently bought a toy, the like of which I'd never seen before; it was a 'dual stimulation' device and was a two-armed thing. One end was a vibrator, shaped with a bulge to stimulate your G-spot. You inserted this end deeply into your vagina, and that brought the other end up to your clitoris. There was a little suction cup on the end and you placed this over your clit and it produced a pulsing suction, much like the one Suzy had given to Maria. Some women have apparently passed out when using it! When she first tried it on me I couldn't believe the gut-wrenching orgasms I had, or the amount of juice I produced. Even Suzy, who is a very wet woman herself, was stunned at how I gushed.

'Ohhhh, that's fucking gorgeous.' she said as she scooped some of my juice up on her fingers and sucked them.

Anyway, it was now our anniversary and she wanted something special. She wanted me in 'full domme mode', as she put it. 'I want you to use me like I was just a plaything. I feel like being dominated.' I was happy to oblige.

During our year together, it was amazing how we both switched from domme to sub on a whim, seemingly enjoying both roles equally. They were different experiences, but I certainly enjoyed both although, naturally, I'm probably slightly more domme and Suzy slightly more sub.

Handing me the toy, she lay back on the bed, her eyes burning with desire, and and said 'Squat over my face and make yourself come with this.' I knew exactly what she wanted; ever since she'd seen my spectacular squirt using the toy, she said she had set her heart on me giving her a 'proper pussy juice shower.' She had told me this without a hint of bashfulness.

Well, I was certainly willing to oblige, so I straddled her and crouched so that my pussy was close to her face, then made a show of lubing up the toy, inserting it slowly into my vagina and then spreading my lips so that the sucker could find my clit. I then turned both parts to a medium setting, which was more than enough. All this was aimed at stoking up her arousal - it certainly would have if it were me lying there. I must have looked magnificent from down there, with the purple basque and my fishnet covered breasts looming over her.

Once the toy was in place, I moved forward slightly so that I was directly over her face. In fact, the end of the toy was almost touching her lips. She lay there panting slightly, her eyes bright with excitement and anticipation, as I looked down between my legs at her and I just let the toy do its stuff. I didn't really need any extra stimulation - the damn thing was sending amazing waves of pleasure through my whole body - but I did tweak my erect nipples, just because they looked fantastic poking through the fishnet and I couldn't resist them. It took less than a minute of delicious stimulation before milky drops started dripping off the end of the toy and she was licking them all up with an occasional moan of lust.