Once more this is Alison Moxhay continuing the story of my lesbian love life with Madeline Vigurs. You are advised to read the foregoing chapters, but here is a summary.
Madeline and I met in Oxford and we became lovers there, but we drifted apart after we both left. We met up again through employment and restarted our affair. We attended a sex party thrown by one of Madeline`s friends in St John`s Wood, London and in due course Madeline purchased the flat beneath mine in Primrose Hill. The top flat which belongs to my parents was let out to two visiting American girls, with whom we had a real sexual fling. Madeline then through a flat warming party at which a number of young women joined us for a real Fuck Fest, which featured a little mild BDSM.
Now read on.
At the end of the summer of 2022 we had to say a sad farewell to our lovely American girls, Marci and Charlie as they had to return home to New York, but not until we had indulged in one last glorious weekend of fucking. This involved manual, oral, and anal sex utilising hands, feet, tongues, dildos, Butt Plugs, and even the occasional vegetable. It is amazing what can be done with carrots, bananas and cucumbers!
After their departure our sex life, though good and vigorous seemed to lack something. This may have been partly down to the fact that my employers started to send me away from London more often during the week, so that I was rather tired when I got back and needed time at the weekend to rest. But it was not just that.
We agreed we needed to spice things up. We discussed number of ways to do that. We could involve new people in our activities, or we could look into the BDSM and Fetish scene in London, or experiment with new sex toys of various sorts.
Oddly enough "Fate" took a hand and it was the "new partners" route which occurred first.
I was sent by my employers to keep an eye on a conference about various aspects of women`s issues which we were sponsoring in Bristol. I was sent a draft of the conference brochure and details of the dinner which was to rake place on the second night. I was not particularly interested in most of the papers being presented, but one drew my attention.
It was entitled "Trends and changes in Women`s sexual identity: is fluidity a new normal?" There was also a picture of the speaker, an attractive brunette named as Dr Iona Bradfield.
I showed the brochure to Madeline expecting her to be interested in the title of the paper, but it was the picture she fastened on. She gasped and said, "God, that`s Iona!"
"Someone you`ve known," I smirked, stressing the biblical character of the verb "to know,"
"Yes," Madeline replied casually, "I have fucked her, several times actually. She was someone I met, a friend of a friend sort of thing, when I first came to London, and long before we got back together, Sweetie."
"Any good in bed?" I pressed my inquisition.
"Oh, yes," Madeline smirked back. "Not quite as good as you, and maybe a bit on the submissive side, if you must know."
"Well," I asked, "You know we agreed that we needed to spice things up and that one way would be to extend our range of sex partners, would you be OK with me trying to see how I get on with this woman?"
Madeline pondered that for a while and then nodded her assent. "But first," she added, "you must fuck me, so get your kit off and come to bed. The thought of you with Iona has made me really randy."
The time came for me to go to Bristol. Arriving at Temple Meads Station I got a taxi to the conference hotel and checked in with the conference organisers. As my employer was sponsoring the event they were compliant with my request that I should sit next to Iona Bradfield at the Conference Dinner. I explained that my employers had a particular interest in the subject of Dr Bradfield`s paper and that we might be considering granting her research funds. It was stretching the truth a little as the Foundation did make research grants, though I could only make suggestions about applications, but I got away with it.
There was a reception on the first night of the conference. I dressed in what might be called "smart casual," a nicely tailored pair of trousers which showed off my curvy arse and a silk blouse which I did not button up to the neck as I wanted to show a little cleavage. On my feet I wore sandals but with a moderate heel.
I recognised Iona Bradfield from the brochure. She was wearing a cocktail dress and I noticed her legs clad in dark hose--stockings or tights, I wondered. Her hair was striking, deep chestnut in colour and she had piled into a French knot on her head. Altogether she was a striking woman, early thirties with a flawless complexion classic facial features and a slim elegant body. I could easily guess why Madeline had fucked her. I knew I wanted to, but how to break the ice?
I decided to maintain the line I had used earlier. I went over to her and introduced myself.
"Dr Bradfield I hope you will not consider me rude if I introduce myself. I am from the sponsoring Foundation and we have a particular interest in your paper tomorrow. My name is Alison Moxhay."
She gave me a somewhat puzzled glance as if she was trying to recall some fact but could not do so. However, she soon recovered her composure and greeted me kindly, and we conversed for a while about her work and her current employment in Cambridge. But every now and then the puzzled glance returned. Was she eyeing me up? I was certainly checking her out. She was certainly going to feature in my memory`s wank bank that night, as I could envisage her fucking with Madeline.
We parted and I wished her well for the delivery of her paper which was to be the first the following morning. Having had something to eat before the reception began I decided to go to my room and pleasure myself while on the phone to Madeline.
I stripped off, lay on the bed and called her on my mobile, she answered and her face came on the screen.
"Hello, Sweetie," she said, "are you being a naughty girl, I bet your knickers are off!"
"Take a look," I sniggered, and positioned the mobile so she could see my naked body. "I have met Iona, and I am going to make a play for her tomorrow."
"Lucky bitch," Madeline chuckled. "Give me a moment to get in the nude and then let`s wank together over the `phone."
As we gently pleasured ourselves I asked what Iona`s body was like, in particular her tits and cunt. Madeline informed me that Iona had lovely areolas, light coral in colour, while her nipples were a shade darker, and that these became very stiff when aroused. Her pubic area was completely waxed apart from a small patch just above the slit of her cunt. I was also told that she liked tribbing in the missionary position.
With lots of moans, groans, ooohs and aaahs we both reached our climax. We sent good night kisses over the `phone, and I settled down for the night. Tomorrow I would make my play for Iona.
Her presentation was, as I said, the first of the day after breakfast. It dealt with issues in sexual fluidity and how recent research had shown that sexuality is more fluid than was traditionally thought. She next went into some detail about the rise of women only sex clubs, particularly in London, and how these provided safe spaces for women to explore their sexuality.
