Tasting Tabatha: a lesbian holiday story
Happy Early Holidays!
My timing may be a bit premature, but I wanted to share this stocking stuffer with you.
A short story, inspired by my friend Tabatha whose online conversations leave me wet and panting several times a week.
All characters are well over the age of eighteen and live in an erotic alternate reality where they don't worry about STD's or birth control.
Hope you enjoy this brief trip into one of my fantasies!
IsabellaEmily
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I sat on the edge of the uncomfortable orange plastic chair in the baggage claim area and put my hands on my thighs in an effort to keep from bouncing my legs up and down.
I tried to concentrate on the Christmas music playing in the airport, and then realized that I was drumming my fingers against my knees incessantly, and for the twentieth time I wondered why I was so nervous.
I was at the airport to pick up my dear friend Tabatha, who I had technically never met before, although we had been chatting online for well over two years.
Even though we'd never been in the same room together, we'd shared things with each other that not even our husbands knew, and we had cultivated a level of intimacy that transcended our online connection.
But this wasn't just a meeting with a long-distance friend.
We had arranged this pre-holiday visit for the sole purpose of finally consummating our eighteen months of flirting and teasing and phone sex and masturbating together over video chat.
Things had progressed to the point where we had begun playing with our spouses in front of each other. Tabatha had watched me suck my husband's cock on camera several times, and she had let me watch her husband fist her more than once.
As our online relationship deepened, she confessed to being envious of the number of female lovers I'd had over the years, and I assured her I was equally jealous of her confidence that went with her modeling jobs.
It seemed only natural then when I offered to be her first lesbian experience, that we would begin planning a visit to make that happen.
Both of our husbands gave their enthusiastic support as long as we each promised details, so she booked a flight, and I secured a nice hotel room.
My husband and I have swapped partners sexually several times, so this wasn't the first time I was going to be in a hotel bed with someone I wasn't married to.
But this was a first for her, and I didn't want to disappoint her.
And that's probably what had me so nervous. I wanted this to be as close to perfect as it could be for her. I wanted the things we shared together this weekend to be a part of her masturbatory fantasies for the rest of her life.
She lived in the northwest corner of the country, and I lived in the southeast. We decided that she would fly my direction as an early Christmas gift to herself, and that I would play the role of hostess for the weekend.
As I went over the weekend possibilities in my head for the thousandth time, I suddenly realized that there was a crowd gathering around the baggage carousel.
I began watching the crowd, hoping to spot Tabatha.
Suddenly the lights began to flash, and the carousel started moving, and the crowd surged forward to get their bags.
I kept watching for her, and just when I began to wonder how I could possibly miss her, I saw her coming down the escalator from the arrival area, wearing a pair of gorgeous black boots, along with a gorgeous green sundress that made her red hair look positively exotic.
She was focused on the crowd and didn't see me approaching until I was just a few feet away.
"If I'd known we were supposed to dress nice I would have made an effort at my appearance." I said with a grin.
"Emily!" she said, stepping forward to wrap her arms around me.
I closed my eyes and caught the scent of her perfume, squeezing her tight to my body.
Still holding onto me she looked me up and down.
"What you're wearing is amazing." She said, looking at my jeans and pink blouse. "You'd look sexy even if you weren't dressed nice."
"You're just saying that because you know I'm really a depraved pervert." I said. "So you're trying to get on my good side."
"I hope it works." She said with a smile. "Although maybe it would be better to land on your bad side."
We both laughed, and I took her hand as we drifted towards the luggage making its way around the carousel.
"I'm so glad you're here." I said. "Although it's much colder than I've ever experienced it down here. You might freeze in that dress."
"Oh I'll be okay." She said. "As long as you have a heater in the car. I didn't feel cold until I got to this part of the airport."
"Did you bring much luggage?" I asked.
"Not as much as I laid out to bring." She said. "But still probably too much. I checked a big bag and a little one."
"Well we'll find some excuse to get dressed and leave the hotel at some point." I said. "Since you brought extra clothes and all."
"Did you find us a nice place?" she asked. "Have you checked in yet? I'd love to clean up before we get any dinner."
"I got us a great room." I told her. "And it's not terribly far from here."
Since the airport was two hours from our house, and Tabatha and I wanted privacy, I'd told her I would get us hotel room for her visit.
That way we'd be close to restaurants and shopping and have privacy to explore each other to our heart's content.
"Oh! This one is mine." She said, reaching for a red suitcase.
"Let me get it." I said. "I'll get it out of the crowd and let you wait for the second one."
I hadn't moved far when she called out to let me know that she had the smaller bag, a red one that obviously was part of a set with the one I had.
I took the carryon bag and the smaller one from her, and she pulled the big one behind us as I lead the way to the car.
"If you're really hungry we could eat on the way to the hotel." I told her as we walked through the parking garage. "Or get something to go if you don't want to sit someplace."
"I'd prefer waiting a while if that's okay." She said. "I'll enjoy dinner more once I've relaxed a little bit."
"That suits me." I told her. "I know just the place for a late dinner."
We stowed her luggage in my car and got in and I headed out of the airport.
"We're close." I told her. "But far enough away that we won't have to fuck with airport traffic every time we want to go somewhere."
"Good thinking. This is crazy." She said, watching the flow of traffic around us. "Is it always like this?"
"Yes." I replied. "And the holiday season makes it worse."
"I'm so glad we're doing this." She said, suddenly serious. "I need this so badly."
"I'm glad too." I told her. "I've been unable to think about anything else all week."
"Are you nervous?" she asked. "About us being together?"
"I was nervous in the airport waiting for you." I confessed. "Although I'm not sure why. I want this very badly; I just hope it doesn't disappoint you.
"I don't think spending time with you could every disappoint me." She grinned. "Things will feel less awkward for both of us once we're settled in together."
"You're right." I admitted. "I'll feel better once we're out of this traffic."
"Can I tell you something?" she asked quietly.
"Of course." I answered. "You can tell me anything."
"Being close to you is driving me wild." She said. "As nervous as I am. And as much as I want to make a good impression on you, I'm so fucking wet it's running down my legs."
She pulled her dress up and spread her legs, and I glanced over and saw that she wasn't wearing panties.
"No panties are a good first impression." I said, struggling to return my gaze to the road.
"I took them off when I got off the plane." She whispered. "They were drenched from thinking about you Emily. I'm very nervous. But I also need this very badly."
She sighed loudly, and I looked again, and as I watched she took two fingers and spread her cunt lips slightly apart. I could see that she was slippery with arousal.
Her pink folds looked absolutely delicious, and it took all my willpower not to pull the car over and bury my face between her legs.
We spent the remaining few minutes of the trip like that, with her gently running her fingers over her inner thighs and taking the occasional deep breath, and me stealing glances and wishing I'd picked a hotel closer to the airport.
Eventually I put on my turn signal and pulled into our hotel, and as I found a parking spot, she unhooked her seat belt and leaned close to me, putting her tongue in my ear and her hand against my breast.
"You're not wearing a bra you slut!" she laughed.
"I knew it was gonna be chilly outside." I said. "I wanted to show off how my nipples look in this blouse."
"Well it worked." She groaned, pinching first one nipple and then the other. "I almost tore your shirt off in the airport."
I shuddered and stared into her blue eyes, and she lunged forward and kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth as we both moaned.
I ran my fingers over her thigh, and she pulled my blouse up and began to knead my nipple as we kissed. For several long minutes we kept at it, working each other into a state of frenzied need.
Her lips tasted like cinnamon, and I began to move my hips in the driver's seat as I felt the crotch of my jeans dampen with lust.
She moaned softly against my mouth and broke the kiss.
"I think maybe we're getting past our nervousness." She panted.
"You have nothing to be nervous about Tabatha." I whispered into her ear. "I'll do anything you want, and I won't rush you or do anything you're not comfortable with."
"I can't wait." She murmured.
"Then I won't make you wait any longer." I said, shutting off the car.
We got out and got Tabatha's luggage from the back.
She pulled her bag into the lobby, and I carried the other two as we made our way towards the elevators.
There was an empty car waiting for us, and we got in and I hit the button for the twentieth floor.
A young man got onto the elevator with us and hit the button for the ninth floor. As we started to ride up, I put my hand carefully onto Tabatha's ass and gave her a playful squeeze.
