On Greengage Lane

My name is Elizabeth, Lizzie to most people. I am 42 years old and live in a lovely part of England, close to the border with Wales. I am fortunate that I can now spend as much time as I like working as an artist and have been quite successful over the years.

My husband, Chris and I came to live on Greengage Lane over 20 years ago, not long after we got married. We were a bit of a rarity as most of the other residents in this well to do area were much older than us, mainly retired, whereas Chris was building a very successful property development business and our house, in need of some modernisation was a bit of a steal. Chris obviously did most of the work in-house to keep costs down and we ended up with something that is now worth a considerable amount of money. We have had 2 children there, both of them currently away at university and life had been kind to us, if a little mundane at times. Just over a year ago the next house down the lane was sold and I was surprised when it was bought by a young (well about 10 years younger than me), very attractive, single woman called Ellie. Ellie and I soon became friends, popping into each others houses for coffee, tea or wine, depending on the time of day. Ellie had told me early on that she was a writer, specialising in technical books for electronics companies and that she was openly gay but had not had a partner for some time.

Our relationship started to change just a couple of months ago, Ellie popped in to see me for a glass of wine, carrying a large bag which appeared to have a few books in it.

"I have a confession and a favour to ask," she said.

"Intriguing, tell me more," I said.

"Well, when I told you that I wrote technical books, I wasn't being entirely honest," she said. "I do write some technical stuff, but my main income comes from fiction which I write under another name."

"Ah, I did wonder how technical books could so lucrative for you to afford to buy a house here," I said. "So, what name do you use?"

Instead of answering, she removed a couple of hard back books from the bag, they were written by Jo Swinley, a writer of mystery thrillers.

"Oh my God, you're Jo Swinley?" I manged to say. Spluttering into my wine.

"Guilty as charged," she replied, "I try to keep my identity secret, I am sorry that I never told you sooner."

"it's not a problem," I said, "I am just glad that you feel comfortable enough to tell me now. So, what's the favour?"

"Well, if you are familiar with my books you may have noticed that there isn't a picture of me alongside the potted history and my publisher is getting pushy about having one."

"You are so gorgeous looking, I can understand why they want an image to boost you, not that you need it given how successful your books have been."

"But the problem is, I don't like being photographed, never have. So, I was wondering, would you paint my portrait and they could use that?"

"I mainly do landscapes these days but I am trained in portraiture, so I would be happy to have a go for you," I said

"I will pay you for the work at the going rate," said Ellie.

"Let's see how it turns out first," I told her, "then we can discuss whether it is worth anything or needs consigning to the bonfire! Right, if I'm going to do this, I will need you for a preliminary sitting, are you free next week at all?"

"I can come over anytime., just let me know when is good for you."

"OK, sorted, now, more wine, then we can talk about style?"

The following week, Ellie appeared at my studio door, wearing the dark red blouse that I felt would contrast so well with her raven black hair.

"Ready?" I asked.

"As I will ever be," she replied, nervously.

"Don't worry," I laughed, "I'll be gentle with you. Today is about me doing some sketches whilst you relax and enjoy the experience. But, I will need to take a few photos for later reference, is that OK?"

"OK, so long as you don't show them to anyone else."

"Strictly professional use," I assured her.

We spent the next 2 hours, chatting like the friends that we were as I busied myself sketching and photographing her. When I was done, I told her that I would do some preparatory work and then we could decide on how then finished item would look. As it turned out, she proved to be an inspirational model and 2 weeks later I called her and asked if I could pop over as I had something to show her. 5 minutes later, I was in her kitchen with a portfolio case in one hand and a portable easel in the other. I set the easel up and put the still covered picture on it.

"I want to show you what I have done," I said, "to see if you like it."

I unveiled the picture, closely watching her reaction. She gasped as the picture was revealed and a small tear leaked from her eye.

"O God, Lizzie, that is amazing, you have really captured me. I absolutely love it, thank you." With that, she gave me a huge hug and kissed the side of my face. I was surprised by the intensity and heat of the embrace and I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my own breasts.

"I am so pleased that you like it," I said, "will your publisher?"

"They will," she confirmed, "they thought it was a great idea, allowing me to keep a degree of anonymity and mystery." She kissed me again but my head had turned slightly, so this time it landed square on my lips. "Oops, sorry about that," she giggled.

"No problem," I said blushing deeply, feeling my own nipples harden a bit and a faint tingle develop in my pussy. "Accidents happen, just a bit of mis-timing. Well, I had better let you get on, Chris will be home soon and we are going away for the weekend, some posh hotel in Bristol."

I realized that I was babbling and didn't know why.

"Have a lovely time," said Ellie, kissing my cheek, "see you next week."

Our weekend away had been planned for sometime and I had packed for all eventualities as Chris wanted to look at some potential properties and we would be dining out and going to the theatre. Chris was the only person that I had ever kissed or had sex with (excluding the accidental kiss with Ellie), our sex life had become, not to put too fine a point on it, dull. Sex for Chris consisted of a snog, a quick feel of my pussy to make sure that I was wet and then penetrate me and fuck away until he climaxed. I do sometimes suck his cock and I have let him come in my mouth, swallowing dutifully, but he has an aversion to going down on me so I am frequently left frustrated and have to turn to my battery operated friend to have an orgasm. Tonight, I had prepared myself well, trimming my pubic hair into a neat triangle and wearing a set of very sexy lingerie that I had purchased specially. When we got back to our room I got Chris to sit on the bed and slowly removed my dress in front of him, I could tell by the bulge in his trousers that I was having the desired effect and I got on my hands and knees, undid his trousers and pulled out his cock, licking my way along the shaft and taking the head into my mouth, sucking gently as I slid up and down his length.

"Oh fuck Lizzie that is good," he said.

I released him from my mouth before he got too close to shooting and lay down on the bed next to him, parting my legs as far as they would go. "My turn?" I enquired softly, but he clearly wasn't listening. In a flash he got out of the rest of his clothes, pulled my knickers to one side and thrust himself into me, causing me to gasp at the ferocity of his penetration. He humped away for about 3 minutes before letting out a groan and I felt the familiar sensation of his semen filling my pussy. Once again, I was left frustrated and I hadn't brought my "friend" with me! As Chris lay beside me, already snoring, I discarded my underwear, climbed into bed and from nowhere a thought entered my head, "I bet Ellie wouldn't leave her lover frustrated." I was stunned at the idea, how could I think such thoughts about my friend? I am straight, I am married yet I am thinking of her in a sexual way. My hand slowly drifted towards my crotch and I felt for my clitoris, gently stroking it. I could feel my heat rising and added a finger into my vagina whilst I strummed away. As my orgasm hit me, I murmured, "Oh Ellie". Fortunately, Chris was out for the count and didn't hear me.

The next day involved looking at more properties, with Chris deciding which ones he wanted to start negotiations on whilst I went and did a bit of shopping. We ate out in town and it was fairly late by the time we got back to our hotel. As I removed my clothes Chris said "no sexy underwear tonight? That's a shame."

"Well," I replied, "the lovely lace pair of knickers that I had on last night ended up soaking up your cum, so I was hardly going to be able to wear them again, was I?"

He looked suitably abashed but watched me closely as I removed my much plainer cotton underwear. I quickly got under the duvet and Chris stripped off and climbed into bed with me, already sporting a semi-erection and I was extremely surprised when, after sucking on my nipples for a few moments started tracing his tongue down my stomach towards my pubes. "Oh my God!" I thought, he is actually going to go down on me, finally! He worked his tongue around my bush whilst massaging the lips of my pussy with his fingers, making me extremely wet and receptive. His tongue traced down towards my slit as I spread my legs wide, willing him to eat me, but after a quick lick downwards to my vagina and then back up to my clitoris, he pulled away from me and positioned his cock where I really wanted his tongue to be, and started to fuck me rapidly, resulting in another quick orgasm for him and more frustration for me.

He was soon snoring softly, so I returned to my fantasy of the previous night and fingered myself to an orgasm, all the time wondering what I had unleashed in myself, was I gay? Was I Bi? I didn't know.

A couple of nights later, Chris was out for the evening at some business group get together (Boring!), I was just about to settle down and watch TV when there was a knock at the door. It was Ellie, looking rather disturbed, if not frightened.

"What's up Ellie?" I asked, ushering her into the house.

"I heard some really loud noises outside in the garden and I cannot see what is causing it. It must be the author in me imagining veil about to befall me but I am too scared to investigate on my own, would you mind coming with me?"

"Not all, we'll soon have you sorted out," I said.

We went around to the back of her house, me carrying a very powerful torch to discover a fox and a vixen in mid-copulation, startled by the brightness of the torch beam but unable to separate from one another. I turned off the torch and we both fell into a fit of the giggles.

"I am so sorry," Ellie said, "fancy dragging you out for a pair of foxes having a fuck, whatever must you think of me?"

"It's not a problem" I said, still giggling.

"Do you want to get back or would you like a glass of wine? I have a very nice New Zealand white chilled and open." She said.

"Sounds divine," I said, "you had me at glass of wine, the rest just sealed the deal!"

"So, how was your time in Bristol?" She asked.

"Hmm, pour me a VERY large glass of wine and I will tell you all about it once I am drunk enough."

"Now that sounds intriguing and challenging," she said. Filling what can only be described as a glass bucket with wine.

"Well, Chris's search for business opportunities went well, we had some lovely meals and the hotel was very nice and luxurious."

"So what's the problem, as there obviously is one?" she asked.

I took another large gulp of wine and plunged in. "When we got back to our room on the first night I showed him the lovely new lingerie that I was wearing and gave him a blow job." Another large gulp of wine. "Then I lay back with my legs spread suggesting it was my turn and all he did was pull my knickers to one side and fucked me for a couple of minutes, came in me and then rolled over to sleep. The second night, he played with my nipples and then traced his tongue down my stomach, I thought he was finally going to go down on me and eat me but no, one lick up and down my slit and it was back to the quick fuck like the previous night, leaving me high, if not very dry. Oh shit, have I gone too far for you?"

Ellie giggled softly, "not at all, you sound deprived, that's all. I know that I am gay and therefore biased against men's sexual abilities with a woman, but, fuck me you deserve better than that."

"That's not the worst of it", I said, the wine firmly taking hold of my tongue as I held out my glass to be refilled, "I fantasised afterwards about how it should have been."

"Oh, tell me more."

I hesitated, took another large swig of wine and thought, what the hell, go for it. "I fantasised that you were there and went down on me instead of Chris."

There was a long silence, finally Ellie said "So are you hoping that I might satisfy your needs?"

"I don't know", I said "Our sex life has always been mundane to put it mildly. Chris is the only person I have ever had sex with and I have thought that that was what sex was, but since that accidental kiss with you and the jolt of electricity that it sent through me I have felt that there must be more. I don't know if it is you, or another woman or another man that I want, I just know that I want more from sex. I'm babbling aren't I?"

"Not at all, it's fine. I am pleased that you have been so honest with me," she said, "I am flattered that you fantasised about me." She giggled again, "was I good?"

"I don't know!" I laughed, "I am so inexperienced that I didn't really know what you might do to me."

We both laughed at the absurdity of a woman in her 40's not knowing about sexual acts between women. "I think that I would like to find out though," I said eventually.

"Ah," she said, "um, that could be a problem. I find you incredibly attractive and I am having to hold myself back from dragging you up to my bedroom and taking you to heaven, several times. But I am no fuck buddy, I had a relationship with a straight woman a few years ago, she had split up with her long-term boyfriend and was intrigued by lesbian sex and by me. The sex was amazing and I thought that we had built the start of a strong relationship. She then went to her mothers to apparently tell her about us, but she didn't come back as planned and I couldn't get hold of her. After a month, I received a letter telling me that she had gone back to her boyfriend and that they were getting married. So, I put up a protective wall around myself against falling for straight woman. Is that callous and horrid?"

"No, of course it isn't." I told her, "it's entirely natural that you put up some defences because you don't want to get hurt again. I understand and I'm sorry if I have made you feel uncomfortable."

"You haven't and I don't want to lose your friendship so don't worry."

I left shortly afterwards and although we tried to act as before it was soon obvious that the sex thing was coming between us, visits were shorter and centred around coffee rather than wine until one day about a month later there was a knock at my door.

"Oh hi Ellie," I said as I opened the door, "how are you?? Come on in."

"Thanks," she said, coming into the kitchen, "I honestly haven't been avoiding you, I've just been hard at work preparing for my next book launch and that's why I am here. I wondered if you would like to join me as my guest?"

"Wow," I said, "I'd love to, where is the launch?"

"New York."

"New York", I nearly screamed, giving her a big hug, "that would be amazing, thank you."

"It is set for 2 weeks time, flying over on the Monday, staying for 4 nights and then home."

"Count me in," I said, "I'd better go and book a flight."

"Um, no need," she said, "I was hoping you would say yes so I have already bought you a ticket, Virgin Atlantic Upper Class."

"That sounds expensive," I said somewhat doubtfully.

"Don't worry, it's my treat as is the hotel and everything."

"Thank you so much," I said giving her another hug and kissing the side of her face.

Friendship restored I set about planning wardrobe etc for the trip and told Chris about the trip when he came home that night, although when he asked how long I would be gone and which day and at what time would I be back, for some reason I told him that it was 5 nights away instead of 4.

In no time at all, we were at Heathrow boarding our flight to New York, first class travel being a brand new experience to me and it was fabulous. We had a limo pick us up at JFK airport and take us to our hotel on 5th Avenue. When we went to check in the girl on reception seemed very flustered and eventually said "I'm so sorry but there appears to have been a mistake in the booking, we only have a reservation for 1 double room."

"Not a problem," said Ellie, "I'm sure that we can share," glancing at me to confirm that I was OK with this. Was I ever! I would get to sleep with Ellie and hopefully I might persuade her to have sex.

"No problem for me." I confirmed

We settled into our room and I announced that I needed a shower after a day travelling. Ellie agreed that was a good idea and offered to let me go first. The bathroom was huge, as was the large walk-in shower, I stripped and stood under the cascading water washing away the sweat and grime of the day. After a while I noticed that Ellie was sat on a chair in the bathroom watching me, obviously waiting her turn. I smiled at her, comfortable in her seeing me naked, as she stood up and dropped the robe that she was wearing,

"Can I join you?" She asked.

"Be my guest," I replied

She joined me and we both carried on washing, but the tension was building. "let me do your back<" she offered, so I turned and felt her massaging soap into my back. Her hands strayed down to my bottom and she started to massage my butt cheeks, causing me to moan loudly and I urged her not to stop. She did stop though, but only to move her hands around to my front where she started to soap and massage my breasts causing my nipples to instantly become like small bullets. I turned and she took my head in her hands and kissed me softly, but insistently. I opened my mouth and her tongue pushed between my lips and played with my own tongue. Unsure what to do, I tentatively raised my hand to her breasts and started to massage them, causing her to moan as I had done.

"I think that we should take this to the bed, don't you?" She asked.

I just mumbled my consent and we left the shower, quickly dried ourselves and Ellie practically dragged me from the bathroom to the very large bed. We resumed our kissing and then she shifted so that her mouth could latch onto one of my nipples, I was in heaven and gently stroked her had as she licked, nibbled and sucked on me, my pussy reacting rapidly and I thought that I might have an orgasm just from her attention to my nipples. But then she released the nipple and traced her tongue down my stomach until she came to the neat triangle of pubic hair, she ran her tongue through it, savouring the texture. Just as I was expecting her to lick my pussy she changed her attention and kissed my knee, slowly working her way up my thigh until she was nearly at my sopping wet entrance when she switched to the other thigh. Again, she licked higher and higher until at last, her tongue made contact with the entrance to my vagina.

"Mmm, someone's a bit wet, I take it that what I am doing meets with your approval?" She asked.

"Fuck yes," I managed to say, "I feel as if I'm going to explode."

With that she returned to my vagina and slid her tongue as far in as she could manage, then slid it up my slit to my clitoris which she sucked on whilst sliding 2 fingers into me and started fucking me, curling her fingers to locate m G spot. That was it, I exploded in the most intense orgasm of my life, soaking her face with my juices and screaming so loud that I worried that security would knock on the door to make sure that I was not being murdered! I collapsed on the bed, totally spent. Ellie lay beside me, kissing me tenderly and I could taste my own juices on her mouth. She pulled the cover over us and in moments I was asleep.