All the characters in this story are people you might know. Your mates, work colleagues or even a girl you've lusted after on the train. It is mostly true but highly embellished story based on female-female interaction ( well, the sex scene isn't is all I'm giving away! ). So if you are offended by 'that type of thing' look away - now!
And so it continues...
Take 1 - The Meeting
"Tummy in, shoulders back, head high and wiggle" I thought as I made my dramatic entry into the pub. My queenly entrance was wasted though, the almost empty pub held no audience for me. The old man by the fruit machines was more interested in ogling his pint, than my bosom. I had deliberately been fashionably late, but it seemed my date was even more fashionable. No redheads in black lace graced the tables. Disappointment formed a lump in my throat. Part of me insisted I had been stood up, but a tiny voice tried to present me a list of the usual excuses. "Maybe her car broke down, maybe some-one's ill..". My more cynical voices booed, the little voice slunk away in defeat. Too many broken dates were presented as evidence. Shit happens.
I bravely decided to get myself a drink and wait the customary half-hour, before slinking home in acute embarrassment. A pint of Heineken to drown my sorrows, I waited at the table with the best view of the door. The jukebox spat out a melancholy tune. I HATE country music. "Just shoot the singer and get it over with" I thought sourly. Yes, I am a vicious-minded bitch when I feel let down.
"Cheer up, it might never happen" came a lilting, welsh voice. I looked up and my gloom evaporated, like dew before her red, hot sun. I love redheads, especially when they come equipped with creamy skin and D-cups. She told me off for being late, having already sunk a pint waiting for me, then had to visit the ladies. I promptly apologised and offered to sink mine quickly, so we'd be even.
She looked exactly like her picture, a towering goddess in a black lace top that revealed a hint of her breasts and shoulders. I could faintly see her shiny black underwear shielding the rest of her body. Her leather trousers hugged her ass, as she slid into the chair opposite. If there's one thing I find satisfying, its ample flesh. And she satisfied me immensely. I could see her checking me out too. Unlike her, I wasn't brave enough to wear something even vaguely see-through. Instead I relied on a plunging neckline of my grey, wool top to reveal my 'pride and joy' as I call them. I teased her by leaning forward slightly. We had described our bodies in detail in our emails. She had admitted she couldn't wait to smother her face in my 46 DD's. I had replied she could go even further and lick melting vanilla ice cream off them. An image of her pink tongue chasing rivulets of milky ice-cream running off my brown tits made me squirm in my seat.
She slowly licked her lips and began to stroke the curve of her left breast. I squirmed some more. Looking around quickly to make sure we weren't being watched, I reached out and stroked the crease between her breasts. I must have caught her off guard. She moaned softly. Her eyes seemed to glaze slightly. Feeling bold, I stroked her lace top till I found her nipple and squeezed gently. We were both breathing a little faster now. We needed to get closer. We needed to fuck. Six long weeks of foreplay over the Internet had built up desire in us like a head of steam. It wanted out. I wanted her.
We left the pub without a word and sat slightly apart in the taxi to her place. Maybe we were scared of touching in case we exploded...or screwed right there in the back seat of the taxi. Now that would make the driver's day! Incredibly, I felt nervous as we got to her place. It had been months since I last kissed a woman and years since I'd gone further. For a second, I worried about satisfying her. Then she took my hand and all doubts drained from my brain. She smiled reassuringly and led me to the bedroom.
Take 2 - Stoking the fires
She drew me onto the bed, kneeling on the over-sized duvet. We faced each other undressing, watching each button came loose, each inch of skin revealed. She was quick stripping off. In no time, she was down to her sexy, black bra and those hot trousers. She stood to shimmy out of her leather trousers. I couldn't help smiling as she wiggled her cute ass at me. I drew my top over my head and beckoned her over. Her ass had my full attention. I stroked my palms over the globes and nuzzled her soft tummy. She growled low and sexy, making my blood heat up. I squeezed her ass hard. My face moved lower. I could smell her cunt, now I wanted to taste it too. My skin tingled as she stroked my back.