Stacey enjoyed girl-girl sex. She liked everything about it especially when she buried her face into a sloppy wet, fat pussy. She had been married for several years but had divorced when her husband wanted children and she was unsure. Her husband and no other man before or after had been able to bring her to orgasm through intercourse. They just didn't last long enough. For her, it was an exercise in futility. After a while she developed a feeling that she was just being used. She accepted that that was just the way it was. That was OK. She had found girl-girl sex most satisfying. It satiated her sexual needs.
Stacey had discovered girl-girl sex when she thru-hiked the Appalachian Trail. She had formed a sisterhood with three other hikers while hiking the 2160 miles over six months. They would often share a bedroom in a hotel along the way. They had gotten together several times since completing the Trail. It was something very special for her and for them.
While hiking the Trail, Stacey had maintained a blog. It had been well received and followed by other hikers as well as non-hikers. Stacey had majored in creative writing in college. Writing gave her considerable satisfaction. After she had completed the Trail she had been contacted by a publisher and offered a contract to write a book about her Trail adventures. The book was well received. She had found her niche. She was going to be a writer.
Writing enabled her to live wherever she wanted. She chose to live rurally close to mountains, forests, streams and lakes. If she wasn't writing she was out hiking, for the day, overnight or longer. She enjoyed the ambiance of camping. She also found a penchant for road tripping. She would either car or tent camp. She liked camping in her minivan. She did not cover the windows. Sometimes during the night, she'd awake and lay on the cot looking out the windows up at the stars. She lived in the northeast corner of Pennsylvania. Within an hour she could be on I-80, 81, 84 and 87 and the northeast extension of the PA Turnpike.
Her needs for girl-girl sex, though, were hard to satisfy living so rurally. To do so required her to drive somewhere. She would often take multi-day road trips.
When she travelled she always sought out the local LGBT Meet Up group to find the clubs and restaurants in which she would most likely find like minded women. She was always looking for her next girl-girl experience. Stacey was a free spirit. She was her own person. She knew what was important to her. She had realistic expectations. She had developed significant self-confidence in thru-hiking the Trail.
One of her trips took her to Annapolis, MD. She was looking forward to exploring the U.S. Naval Academy which was located in town and wandering about the waterfront that fronts the town on the Chesapeake Bay.
Stacey had contacted the LGBT Meet Up group there and in response to her inquiries had begun a correspondence with a lesbian couple. They offered to help her find her way through the lesbian community in Annapolis. There was an LGBT picnic schedule for the day she was to arrive. They invited her to join them.
She found the couple, Ronnie and Gracie, pleasant enough. They were in their 40s. They had been a couple for about 10 years. As they introduced Stacey to others at the picnic it was obvious to Stacey that they were well liked within the community. They were easy to be around.
Stacey enjoyed herself at the picnic. She met several women with whom she would like to get to know better. Ronnie and Gracie together with Stacey were invited to attend a small gathering of friends that night.
When they arrived the first thing that Stacey noticed was the oversized hot tub. There were women already in it. Stacey liked the idea of showing her body and seeing that of others. She noted to herself that all the women were older than she.
After introductions, Stacey quickly stripped and climbed into the hot tub. She liked what she saw. From the looks and quick inclusion into the conversation by others, she knew that they liked what they saw too. Women came and went from the hot tub. When they left they stayed uncovered. For Stacey it felt very natural. She accepted that things would flow naturally. She'd let it happen.
When Ronnie and Gracie climbed into the hot tub, Stacey smiled. She had difficulty not to stare. Their nipples were the longest and thickest that she had ever seen. She immediately imagined lying in one of their laps, her shoulders propped up with a pillow so that she could easily mouth a nipple.
When they sat down they both spread their legs a bit and passed their fingers through their pussies. Stacey could see how fat their labia were. She imagined having her face buried in their pussies wet with its juices.
One of the woman said to Ronnie and Gracie, "It looks like you've captivated another."
Stacey blushed. Gracie scooted over to sit next to Stacey while Ronnie rose and moved to sit on Stacey's other side.
Gracie put her hand behind Stacey's head and, guiding it down to her nipple, "play with it" she said softly.
Stacy didn't resist. As her tongue and mouth toyed with Gracie's nipple, she felt Ronnie's hand push her knees apart and slip her hand down to fondle her pussy. She didn't resist again. Gracie, Ronnie and the other women in the tub continued their conversation as if this was all a common happening.
At some time, Ronnie guided Stacey's mouth to her nipple and Gracie's hand replaced Ronnie's.
Stacey lost count how many times her mouth was guided to the other's nipple. At some point her mouth was pulled off the nipple and Stacey heard Gracie say to the group "It's time to leave."
Stacey looked up at Ronnie and then to Gracie and then to the other women in the tub. She had a sheepish look on her face. It wasn't that she was embarrassed. She was just in awe of the experience. One of the women invited Stacey to join her.
Before Stacey could answer Ronnie, said "Thanks but she'll be coming home with us. "
