Azizah smiled as she watched the young, obviously American, lady trying her best to make the shopkeeper understand what she wanted. Although she seemed familiar, Azizah could not remember how their paths had crossed. She sympathized with the young lady, remembering her own struggles with English in school, and later when she and Azman had lived with Earl and Ting as her husband learned the intricacies of managing a plant in that large organization. She also remembered her own surprisingly easy conversion to swinging once she learned that Ting had been fucking Azman for weeks before she joined him. It never failed to make her pussy tingle as she recalled the feeling of Earl's dick sliding deep inside her that first time and how good it felt. She had done it as much for revenge as need, but she hadn't guessed how addictive sex with a stranger can become.
Somehow, seeing foreigners, especially Americans, made her remember those beautiful times when she had all those lovely hard dicks in her pussy and her mouth. She could almost taste the slightly salty, and feel the syrupy texture of the cum she had swallowed then. She felt her pussy tingle at the remembrance of the delight feeling the warmth of other load of cum that had filled her pussy. She shivered involuntarily as that sensation was relived in her mind. A smile rose to her lips. Who would know if she had some of that same forbidden sex with this young lady. Azman had been gone on a business trip and she didn't expect him back for another two days. That was far too long for her to do without sex and she felt very horny as she watched the young woman. Then, in a flash of insight, Azizah remembered where she and this young lady had met.
It had only been a couple of weeks ago at the mountain resort where she and her family had spent the weekend. This was the wife of a couple who she and Azman had met over dinner. They had felt an immediate attraction, but there had only been a few moments of sensuous dancing, shared wishing, hellos and goodbyes before they had to go their separate ways. Admiring this young lady's body made Azizah realize that she was reliving her experiences with Ting. Ting had shown her the pleasures that women could give each other and brought Azizah's latent bi sexuality to a point it almost equaled her interest in having Earl and his friends fucking her.
Her thoughts gave way to a more careful study of the young lady she was watching. The high standing, gently moving breasts beneath that soft caftan she wore became more interesting as she saw the young lady bend lower, allowing more of her breasts to be exposed. Azizah felt her mouth watering as she thought of how much pleasure it would give her to suck those lovely tits. After returning home from overseas, they had been unable to risk or even have the chance to do what they had been doing with Earl, Ting, and the others. Azman had been so busy with his company and she, with trying to recollect her teaching techniques after such a long temporary absence lately, that they often had little more than couple of hours of extreme pleasure before the stress and demands of his job caught up with him and she found him snoring alongside her. Staring at this delicious looking lady brought back all those delightful memories. She found herself wondering if the young lady's blond pussy pelt would be as soft and sweet smelling as Ting's midnight black muff had been.
The tingling of her pussy wasn't to be denied. Without giving it further thought, she found herself standing beside the young lady and telling the shopkeeper what the lady wanted. At first the young woman only stood with awe as Azizah helped her finish her shopping. When the purchase was complete, Azizah held out her hand and told her that she hoped she had been of help, realizing that the young woman and shopkeeper were both reaching a point of frustration. It must have been at that moment the young lady also recognized Azizah.
"Oh, yes!" Barbara Holley exclaimed as she took Azizah's outstretched hand and shook it. "Thank you so very much." She shook her head ruefully and smiled as she told her that it was so difficult for her to understand the Malaysian language and appreciated the help. The two of them stood appraising each other, with their hands still clasped together, reluctant to turn that of a new-found friend loose. Azizah realized that the magic of the fun she had overseas had returned. Barbara blushed slightly before releasing Azizah's hand.
"I'm sorry," Barbara said. "I just recognized you from the mountain resort, but I didn't get your name that night." Azizah smiled and introduced herself before adding, "I should let you finish your shopping, now," she said softly.
"Oh, please don't go," Barbara said, looking into Azizah's beautiful brown eyes and also realizing there was a magnetism between them that shouldn't be denied. "I'll need to catch a taxi here to take my shopping home. Perhaps we can share one. We didn't have enough time to get to know each other that night and I was hoping that we would run into each other again sometime. This is a real pleasure. "
Azizah smiled. "Let me drive you home. My car is right over here and we can get better acquainted as we go."
Before agreeing, Barbara questioned Azizah to insure she wasn't going to be taking her out of her way, then agreeing. She admired Azizah's trim body as she followed her to her car in the next block. While initially more interested in Azman than Azizah that night, but she hadn't missed the look of interest that had passed between she and Azizah.
Barbara had been bi-sexual since her first experience in high school some ten years ago and it was almost a certainty in her mind that Azizah was feeling the same faint stirrings that she felt in her own body. The flickering flames of interest were fanned again when she looked over to where Azizah was adjusting her long dress and searching for her keys to start the car. She was once again transported mentally to those delightful evenings when she and her husband, Doug, had entertained other young couples to whom they were attracted. When Doug was first posted to this Asian country, Barbara thought she had lost all the good fucking she had. It had taken a few years before she found out there were people here who had the same interests. Doug loved watching Barbara clutching a woman's head and pressing her pelvis up to give her the most open access to her crotch as she sucked Doug's cum covered cock and the other woman's husband sucked her magnificent breasts. Most of the Asian couples they met had never experienced the delight of fucking Americans. The erotic beauty of watching Doug pushing his big long dick into some tiny Asian girl's tight pussy and ass really turned Barbara on especially when her own Asian partner was filling her cunt with his hot cum. Even as the eroticism of enjoying this mental image, Barbara realized she was hungry for the taste of Azizah's body and she also wanted to see how Azizah would like having Doug's big dick in her pussy. She was still lost in this reverie as she realized Azizah had dropped her keys.
"Let me," Barbara said, bending sideways and reaching beneath Azizah's thighs to pick them up. Her head was almost in the dark haired beauty's lap. She held her position for considerably longer than necessary and became almost giddy from the mixed aroma of Azizah's lust and the faint perfume wafting from between those warm, muscular thighs. As she sat back up in her seat, Barbara found herself torn with anxiety and her own lust. Without thinking, she held the keys tightly to her chest, wondering how to proceed. She had wanted to find out if Azizah would react to her touch when she had first seen her and Azman together two weeks ago. Now was her chance. Only fear of being rebuffed made her hesitate to touch this lovely Asian lady.
Azizah solved the problem for her. Barbara couldn't have known how those same lusty thoughts had flooded her and Azman's minds. Azizah and Azman had felt those urges to have both Barbara's husband and Barbara herself. Only the shortness of the time they had left and the presence of others who would have disapproved prevented them from fucking this American couple that last night at the resort. With a soft smile, she looked into Barbara's eyes that mirrored her own lust and slowly reached toward the keys dangling provocatively just above the neckline of Barbara's caftan just as they dropped between the cleavage of her breasts. Barbara's eyes mirrored her own confusion, but they smiled when she felt Azizah's hand slide beneath the soft folds of clothing and touch her bare breast.
Nothing was said. Both women were lost in the moment. When there was no sign of rejection, Barbara slid closer to Azizah. Azizah sensed she had just been given permission to explore Barbara's body. Barbara leaned forward again as she felt Azizah's hand cover her breast and she thanked whatever gods had given her the premonition that it would be better not to wear a bra today. She preferred going braless and her 36 C cup fullness didn't need support. Of course the material rubbing against her nipples kept her in almost a continuous state of arousal, and she enjoyed that too, but nothing like the feeling of Azizah's warm hand cupping her right breast and gently squeezing it as the two continued looking into each other's eyes. She couldn't help the soft moan of pleasure that escaped her lips as Azizah moved closer to her and actually began lifting Barbara's breast from beneath the soft material.
Fortunately for both, a honking horn brought them back to reality. They realized this couldn't go farther at the moment. A public street, even in the confines of the car was too open for what both realized they wanted to happen. Azizah reluctantly let Barbara's breast fall back into place before suggesting that she take Barbara home.
Nothing could have been more satisfactory to Barbara as she realized that something was going to happen. Knowing pretty well that the apartment would be empty, Doug having left early that morning to go to his job and the kids being in school, she and Azizah would have the apartment to themselves. "Yes, yes," she said almost in a whisper, "please take me home. I wanted to do this the first time I saw you, and no one is home, so we can enjoy this much more there"
Azizah hurriedly retrieved the keys from between Barbara's breasts and started the car. Within a few minutes, with Barbara showing the way, they were inside the garage, with the door closed and in a heated kiss. Barbara let her hand drift down over Azizah's mound, and then beneath her dress to find that Azizah was as wet with passion as she. Azizah was pulling the folds of the caftan aside and had her lips closing over the nipple of that sweet breast before both realized it could be even more delightful inside.
