Chapter One: Heather and Rachal
Heather was halfway to their meeting. Her body was literally trembling as she drove. At last, she was about to meet the young woman who threatened to change her life. She was more aroused than she'd ever been in her life. So much so, last night, she'd fucked her husband silly.
Despite her favourite missionary position, she'd fucked him every which way. There'd been two images in her head throughout her lovemaking. Rachal. And Miss Alluring. Heather had become so crazed she'd finally just had to get on top of her husband and grind her pussy into his face.
Of course, it was Rach's face and tongue that were pleasuring her. Or was it Miss Alluring? Perhaps both? She smiled at the name that Rachal had christened her daughter's friend. Then she shivered at the recollection of her huge orgasm.
The coffee shop was an innocent venue for her first meeting with Rachal. She'd be there soon. When the young woman had sent her feedback on her story, she'd no idea what it would lead to. That it would eventually give her the confidence to bring her deepest fantasies into the open.
At 41 Heather was feeling in the midst of a sexual renaissance. If she needed a spark to get her going, the sexy, free-spirited young temptress had provided it.
They'd met via the net and there was something about that first contact that had attracted Heather's attention. They immediately got on so well. When Rach had talked of her experiences, Heather had been infatuated. Especially when Rach had told her there was nothing quite like a woman's knowing touch.
God, Heather had wanted that so much lately. She'd never been with a woman. Nor had she really thought about it until quite recently. But now, she constantly fantasised about a woman finding her attractive. Seducing her. She so needed that.
Rachal's words struck a chord. Whilst Heather lamented what she'd missed in coming of age, her new, young, friend suggested the importance of living in the present. That was so true. They'd both masturbated to their contact, their photographs. Now, they'd soon be meeting.
She glanced at the clock in her car. She was only ten minutes away. Rachal's text told her she'd already arrived. The fresh orange juice tasted good, she'd said.
Heather's soft sigh indicated her growing nervousness. Rachal had confided that her relationship with her boyfriend was good. Their satisfactory sex life reflected their sexually adventurous attitude. Although he'd asked her to move in, that was a step too far. She enjoyed her independence and was pretty sure he wasn't 'the one'. But more than that, she had been hungry lately. Ravenous, she'd explained.
It had been some time since she'd had a woman's touch. Too long. She didn't intend to cheat on her boyfriend, but maybe it was different with a woman? That wasn't really cheating. Was it?
Heather felt the same. She couldn't cheat on her loving husband. But was a relationship with another woman cheating?
Stopping at the traffic lights, Heather smiled to herself. Rach had told her she'd found a tiger. A suppressed tiger, but a tiger nonetheless. That Heather's need to be with another woman appealed. She'd said she could think of nothing more fulfilling than helping a straight woman reach out towards her potential. She could almost cum from the thought. Heather had masturbated at those words.
The first photograph Heather had sent had been tame. Yet Rach had told her that her natural beauty and smile was captivating. That made her feel good.
The second photograph wasn't tame. She was proud of it. Proud of her body. Sitting up in bed, wearing only panties, her full breasts stood thrusting and proud above her wonderfully flat stomach. If that didn't turn on her new friend, nothing would.
And the young woman hadn't held back when Heather asked her to tell her more about herself. She'd answered everything she'd been asked. And Heather knew she'd been very perceptive in her questions. She needed to make sure she was doing the right thing.
Heather particularly liked Rach's approach to life. Still pretty young, she had no real ties. That helped form her outlook. Put simply, she told Heather she wanted to experience what life had to offer. When she settled down she wanted no regrets. Depite her current boyfriend, she knew she'd have to explore other relationships, with both sexes, before that time came.
Then there was that question. The million dollar question. She'd asked outright. Was Rachal trying to seduce her. Her heart leapt even now at the answer. It had been unequivocal. Absolutely, YES.
The discovery that they actually lived near each other was too good to be true. A half an hour's car journey apart. God, she was wet already.
If anything, the butterflies were worse as Heather eased her car into the parking lot. It was difficult to believe the time had finally come. During the journey, she'd experienced a mixture of emotions. Racked by fear and second thoughts. What she was about to do would either be the greatest experience of her life. Or, her greatest mistake.
She could hear the blood rushing through her ears. Her heart pounded as she stepped out of the car and into the open air. Deep breaths, she told herself. Thirty seconds later, her sweaty hands had locked her car and she was heading towards the coffee shop entrance.
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She recognised Rachal immediately. She was sitting at the far end of the room. God, she could see her nipples through the tight red t-shirt. Glancing down, she realised she was also showing.
Their hug was warm. The way they looked at each other told both women they were very happy with what they saw. Neither of their photographs had lied. Smalltalk served them until their drinks were served, their eyes hardly leaving one another.
When the young waitress left them with a soft smile, Rachal leant a little closer across the small table. "Hello, baby," she half whispered, flashing a mischievous grin.
Heather smiled, her fingers playing around the edge of her cup. "I'm shaking so bad I can barely speak."
Rachal grinned again as she leant a little further forward. Heather felt a thrill run through her as the young woman took her hand and gently ran her thumb across her fingers. She jerked her head around the room to make sure they weren't being watched but made no attempt to pull her hand away.
"That's good," Rachal responded, with a soft laugh. She grinned at the beautiful, sexy brunette. Heather looked much younger than her forty-one years. "I'm shaking too.... partly from nervousness and partly from lust."
Heather stared across at the young temptress. Her blue-hazel eyes firmly returned the stare and suddenly it didn't feel right to look at her like that. Heather dropped her eyes but found they quickly seized on the perky breasts pushing nicely through the tight red t-shirt. If anything, her nipples were even more pronounced. It suddenly occurred to her how much she wanted to see this young woman naked.
It was as if Rachal could read her mind. "I want you so bad, Heather."
The tension rose another notch. Heather eased her legs slightly apart under the table, to relieve the pressure. Her pussy was tingling. "I want you too, Rach. This is such a turn on."
Rach turned Heather's hand upwards and began to run her long nail around the delicate palm. Soft, sensual, strokes "And that photograph! Baby, you have a smoking, hot body!"
The tingling in Heather's pussy turned into a furnace of desire. She wanted, needed, this young vixen to use her body in any way she chose.
A couple occupying the table to their left brought a swift end to their line of conversation. Heather felt Rachal attempt to hold onto her hand as she pulled it away. Her eyes widened but the dark haired young woman simply grinned at her. The look of concern she flashed, to tell Rachal they needed to be careful, had no effect.
The young temptress brazenly reached her hand out again, across the table, and covered Heather's. "I told Alan that I didn't feel too good when he wanted to fuck me last night," she casually said. Her only concession was to lower her voice. "He was staying over at mine. Then when he went to sleep, I masturbated thinking of you. I came twice, Heather!"
Heather glanced across at the couple next to them to make sure they couldn't be overheard. The couple seemed preoccupied perusing the menu. She knew she was blushing. Rachal knew it, too, her eyes flickering with amusement.
"What?" she heard her new young friend ask. Her blush deepened. Rachal read her mind again. "You fucked your husband?" she asked, in a mock shocked tone.
Heather leant forward. Her voice was low. "I couldn't help it, Rach. I was so horny in anticipation of our meeting." She paused for a second. "But I was thinking of you."
The dark haired twenty four year old nodded. "I should think so. And Miss Alluring, too perhaps?"
Heather felt a bead of sweat break out on her forehead. She sat back in her chair as the waitress served the couple at the next table.
"Or maybe the three of us together?"
Her soft, smouldering eyes burned into Heather. How could this young woman be so perceptive? She stared back, a disbelieving look clouding her face. Before she could respond, Rachal continued.
"That's okay, Heather. I really want to hear all about that young minx." Her nail began to run little circles around Heather's palm again. "But first, tell me, have you really never been with a woman?"
Heather shook her head. She watched Rachal's eyes flicker to her breasts and knew her nipples must have been like organ stops. Would this tingling in her pussy never stop?
"Never," she responded, momentarily pausing to compose herself. "I've always been a pretty conservative, straight, married woman. I've really never thought about it until quite recently."
Rachal smiled knowingly. "How long have you been married?" she asked, taking a long sip of her orange juice.
The tension in Heather's face eased a little. It was almost as if the chance to talk about herself relieved some of the sexual tension. "I've been very happily married for a long-time. Nineteen years. I married young. My husband and I were lucky. At the time, we were so certain we were perfect for each other. In retrospect, I don't think a twenty two year old can know that. It just turned out that we were. He's been a wonderful husband and father."
Rachal smiled the most tender of smiles. Her eyes were stunning.
"I've never looked outside my marriage for physical pleasure," Heather continued. "I never thought I ever would, and I know my husband is the only man I will ever be with..."
Rachal filled the brief pause. "But?"
Heather's smouldering dark eyes smiled, as she raised an eyebrow. "But... I've felt something of a sexual renaissance recently. With a daughter of nineteen and a son a year younger, and all their friends around, maybe I've been breathing teenage hormones too much?"
They both laughed, the sound of two people enjoying each other's company. For the first time, Heather felt more relaxed. Her body remained on fire. Her arousal high. But now she felt more comfortable with it.
