Tingles (Chapter 2), The Hotel Room.
Alison strode nervously up to room 237 and after a brief pause she knocked on the door. She had walked across the road and trying to avoid eye contact with the reception staff had taken the elevator to the second floor. If someone had asked her why she was in the hotel and not on her way to work, she would have struggled to answer. In fact, she would have had absolutely no idea at all. Today had after all started out normally until she had met that woman on the bus and then ... well, after the woman had left her alone she had almost blacked out in ecstasy. It was that simple. Leaving the bus at her regular stop she had on the spur of the moment changed her route. And here she was outside room 237. Her skin was still sensitive but she felt she had it under control right now. But then again, here she was: outside room 237.
The door clicked open. She pushed it wider looking through the crack and seeing nothing she stepped inside. "Hello, is there anyone there?" she said. There was no answer. Alison hesitated and then walked in to the room, listening to the tap of her black high-heels as they clicked on the floor. Shutting the door behind her she waited, again wondering why she was here and just what was happening to her. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and a tall woman entered, "Hello Alison, it is very nice to meet you. Come in and sit down." She gestured to the sofa.
Alison looked at the stranger, "I ... I don't know what I'm doing here," she said. The woman looked in her mid thirties, and was dressed smartly: a black skirt cut just above the knee, tailored blouse, with black heels. Luscious shoulder length blonde hair rounded off the impression. She looked tanned and in good shape. If Ian, her husband, had been here he would have said she was in very good shape.
"My name is Kala", said the woman, "It is very good to meet you". She held out her hand but Alison looked at it suspiciously remembering what had happened the last time she had been offered a hand. "Ha," Kala said, "I see you are being cautious. You are a fast learner, please sit down and I will explain."
Alison still hesitated very unsure of what was going on, but she looked down at the sofa and reluctantly sat down. As she did, Kala reached out and gently touched her neck. The lightest of touches but that was all it took. As she landed on the seat Alison's mind reeled from the touch. Colors moved in front of her eyes as those damned shocks ricocheted around her body again. It was like oiled fingers massaging her, gently letting off her sparks over her skin at the same time. They moved instantly to her chest finding her secret spots then - ohhh - moved down between her legs. A second later she felt intense heat and throbbing pulsing around her sex. Looking down she almost expected to see hands on her but there was nothing ...nothing except that exquisite feeling of heat massaging her. She watched her stomach rise and fall trying to catch her breath, her nipples hard standing proud as imaginary fingers moved between her legs. She exhaled and lent back on the chair, relaxing, loving it. She was powerless in its grip.
"My apologies," said Kala sitting beside her, "I needed to have you ... receptive, so that I could explain some of what is happening to you". She smiled at Alison, "Please don't be afraid. As I am sure you can see, this will not be unpleasant I assure you but you may find speech a little difficult for the next few minutes. Would you like a little water before we begin?"
With her head back Alison was struggling with the pulses cavorting through her body. They were wreaking havoc with her powers of concentration just like earlier on the bus. But this was much more intense, on the bus the sensations had grown on her, this was fast and intense leaving her little room to resist. It had happened almost instantly as the girl had touched her. Her legs were trembling, her thighs clenching squeezing her sex. Breathlessly she shook her head, "No thank you I just want this to be over."
Kala sat beside her and smiled down at the other woman, "I will not be offended if you touch yourself." Alison looked up at the stranger, perspiring she pushed her tee-shirt up so she could reach her bra. She squeezed her breasts massaging the nipple through the dark lace, "Ahhh god yes". Alison looked like she was dreaming, in ecstasy now as she writhed on the sofa next to the stranger.
Alison looked up at Kala through slightly closed eyes. 'Oh boy,' she was having trouble focusing now. All those years of marriage with Ian she had never strayed and here she was squirming in heat next to a total stranger. She'd never ever been with a woman before but if this woman was to touch her now... and as she thought that she watched Kala move slowly towards her. She watched her red lips come closer. And as she watched she saw Kala lean her head down and her blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders. God this woman looked hot to her, how could that be? Alison took a deep breath arching her hips involuntarily. She felt Kala's breath on her lips and a second later felt the lightest of touches as their lips touched. Her head exploded again with stars and her hands sank down between her legs wishing her jeans weren't there. She frantically stroked herself feeling the denim beneath her fingers moving against her clit. Her cunt felt soaked. She was soaked.
Then she felt Kala's tongue oh so gently slip between her lips and meet her own. She had never kissed a woman in her life but gasping with surprise she opened her mouth willingly and kissed the other woman back. The shocks moved in her body and she cried out with the pleasure of it. Her face was hot now, perspiring as she kissed the woman back. Not knowing what was happening she was acting on pure instinct, lost in her own mind, gorging on the sensations flowing through her body. Suddenly Kala broke the kiss, moving her head to one side and kissing Alison's left ear lobe she whispered, "Cum now my sweet, cum for me."
