Sheila and the Hitchhikers

by SheilaMoist4U

The two girls came into the kitchen and stood waiting while I made a cool drink for them. They were about fifteen, dressed in skimpy shorts which were stretched tightly over their firm rounded buttocks. They had on short-sleeved blouses and I noted with approval that they were wearing light bras through which their nipples protruded tantalisingly from their plump young breasts. They both had superb legs, brown and tanned from their day's walking under the hot sun. I eyed them hungrily as they drank their lemonade: adolescent girls ripe for picking.

"So, what are your names?"

"I'm Liz," said the taller of the girls. She had sparkling blue eyes which fixed mine boldly as if she could read my thoughts. She seemed to be giving me the come-on, giving a little toss of her blond hair and pouting her full red lips as she spoke. I lowered my eyes briefly to her luscious tits and then back again. Her eyes continued to fix mine brazenly: she had followed my gaze down to her boobs and knew that I had found them mouthwatering. I ran my tongue over my lips in a way that she could not misunderstand: I wanted to use it on her, and she knew it.

She smiled slightly, invitingly. I gulped and turned expectantly to her curvaceous companion.

"And I'm Justine," said the other girl. She seemed shyer, demure almost, and her dark brown eyes were downcast modestly as she failed to hold my penetrating and frankly sexual stare. Her tiny waist emphasised the curving swell of her breasts and I swallowed hard. If only .... Would she ....?

I tried to regain my composure and to suppress the fevered image of these two teenage temptresses writhing naked in my arms.

"Hi, Liz. Hi, Justine. My name's Sheila. Why don't you sit down? Take the weight off your feet."

They plonked themselves on the two chairs opposite me. I noted with approval that they sat with their legs carelessly splayed open. I like teenage girls and the way they are so uninhibited about their bodies, flaunting and flashing their assets and not giving a damn who is ogling them. My eyes wandered to the top of the tantalising V made by Justine's thighs, and at the creases in the crotch of her shorts which subtly outlined her cuntlips. Liz knew exactly where I was looking, for, when I raised my eyes from feasting on her friend's pubes, I saw again that a sardonic smile hovered on her lips. Yes, Liz already knew what kind of woman I was, and what my special lesbian tastes were! I sat down then and folded my legs carefully, allowing the folds of my button-front dress to fall open so that my thighs were displayed.

"Goodness, how brown your legs are!" I gushed. "Mine are positively white by comparison!"

I uncrossed my legs and stretched them out in front of me, parting them widely and running my hands up my thighs, right up to my brief scarlet red panties. The girls' eyes followed the movement of my hands, and I knew that they would be able to see the wisps of pubic hair that escaped from under my panties. My cunt was already moist and I wondered if any telltale damp patch was visible yet.

Staying with my exposed legs wide open and stretched towards the girls, I raised my arms above my head and feigned a deep yawn. The movement caused my breasts to lift and thrust forward. Bra-less, they were clearly visible under the flimsy material of my silk dress, heavy globes surmounted with large dark areoles and juicy nipples which had already become erect as my sexual arousal increased. Beads of sweat trickled down my cleavage. Had they ever sucked on another woman's nipples? I imagined their rosebud lips pursed over my aching nipples and my fingers in their hair as I held them against me, imagined the sensation as I felt their sucking mouths sending thrills down to my throbbing clitoris....

"It's so hot, isn't it? I don't know about you girls, but this is a day to go topless as far as I'm concerned."

I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my dress and then paused.

"Well, what about it, Liz and Justine? Come on, all girls together! No prying male eyes to ogle us!"

I continued to unbutton my dress until it fell open, barely covering my breasts now, and giving them a good view of my pubic mound, which bulged proudly under the silky material of my shocking red panties. I longed now to grind my pubes against Justine's delicious pussy, the puffy outline of which she had quite unconsciously exposed to my hungry lesbian gaze. But I knew better than to rush things. I left my dress on, carelessly-carefully open to let them see my the rounded womanliness of my body.

"Shouldn't we be going, Liz?" Justine asked anxiously, suddenly made uncomfortable as she became aware of my near nakedness and the strangeness of my seductive behaviour, behaviour which we could not have expected from one of her own sex. I looked at Liz. Their was a look in her eyes that I can only describe as conspiratorial.

"Oh Justine, don't be in such a hurry all the time!" she said. "Let's stay and rest our weary bones for a while." She looked at me: "If that's all right with you, Sheila?"

I smiled at her and put my hand suggestively over my pubes.

"It's more than all right with me!"

Liz pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to one side. My throat tightened as I gazed lustfully at her pretty lacy bra and the plump juicy prizes they contained. Deftly she unhooked her bra and threw it after the shirt. The twin globes, pure white in contrast to her suntanned face and neck, were perfectly formed, firm and crying out to be fondled. I was not sure if I could speak, so ovewhelmed was I my the sexy allure of her ripe young body. I knew then that I wanted her, and that I was going to have her...

"I'd love to have your company," I continued, as if I was unaware of Liz's naked breasts and hoping the girls would not notice how short of breath I was. "It gets lonely up here on the moors. Sometimes I don't see a soul for days on end. Come on, let's go out into the garden and get the sunbeds out!"

Justine followed us reluctantly. She made no move to strip off her top as Liz had done, but sat demurely on the edge of her sunbed as if not certain whether to stay or run away. Liz had no such inhibitions. She lay on her back and stretched luxuriantly like a purring cat. She turned to me.

"Mind if I take my shorts off as well, Sheila? Might as well tan the whole of my body while I'm about it!"

She shucked off her white shorts without waiting for an answer.

Underneath, she was wearing a pretty pair of lacy white panties which matched the bra that now lay discarded on the kitchen floor. The panties were so flimsy that I could quite clearly see not only the outline of her puffy young cuntlips, but also the wonderful crease of her cunt etching a gorgeous slit between them. She was sexy and she knew it. She was deliberately flaunting herself in front of me, knowing or at least guessing shrewdly that I was lesbian and that I could be driven mad by the sight of such luscious female flesh within arm's reach. She put her hand between her legs and let it rest lightly over the place which I was so desperate now to explore with my fingers and my lips and my tongue. A man would have called her a prickteaser. Feeling the fire now burning between my legs, I mentally called her a cuntteaser. She looked deliberately at my crotch. I was lubricating freely now and I could feel my cuntjuice suffusing into a damp patch on my knickers. Liz was looking, and Liz was seeing. I threw off my dress, longing to make explicit the lustful communication that was flashing between us.

"Not a bit. What pretty panties, Liz," I managed to observe as I stretched out on the sunbed next to her. "Shame to hide them under a pair of hiking shorts."

"You're right," she said. "It doesn't make sense to wear really pretty underwear if nobody's going to see it."

She turned her head towards Justine.

"What do you think, Justine?" she asked mischievously. "Look at Sheila's knickers, for example. Aren't they gorgeous, Justine?" she went on, determined to draw her friend into the web.

Justine looked at my knickers and blushed. She actually blushed!

Wonderful! I parted my legs to give her a good view. Yes, my girl, I thought, there's a ripe cunt under there, hot and wet and ready for you!

"Y-yes, they're ...." her voice trailed off. She too was beginning to have difficulty with her breathing. She seemed unable to take her eyes off my crotch and the telltale damp patch which was getting larger every second. Her nostrils flared. She could smell the giveaway odour of cuntjuice, she could smell my heat! She was totally confused now, clearly new to the experience of being with a sexy woman who was randy for sex with another female.

"...sexy?" It was Liz who broke the spell. "They're sexy, aren't they, Justine? Well," she went on winking at me, "I think they're sexy anyway, Sheila...." She paused. "... like the woman who's wearing them."

A surge like an electric current convulsed my belly and my cunt began to tremble and tingle at the words. The silence that followed her words was deafening.

"Excuse me," Justine said brusquely, getting up from her seat still fully clothed. "I must go to the toilet."

As her friend Justine marched away in the direction of the house, Liz turned to me and spoke again. Her tone was serious, urgent even.

"I mean it, Sheila. You are the sexiest woman I have ever met. There's something about you....."

I reached across and took her hand in mine. She returned my squeeze and we both knew at that moment that we wanted to make it together.

"I..I.."

"Sh," I whispered, "I know what you're feeling, Liz. I know, because I'm experiencing exactly the same feelings myself."

"You mean....?"

"Don't you know how attractive you are, Liz? Don't you realise the effect you have on ....."

"... you? But you're a woman like me! Surely you don't ..... We couldn't..... "

I sat up and looked down at her. She had crossed her legs now and was holding an arm protectively over her breasts. The game had been fun, but now it had gone too far, now she was scared, scared and feeling revulsion at the thought of being fondled by another woman, of being drawn into a world of unnatural sex and perversion, where women love women, where the word lesbian is not an insult but a paeon of joy.

"Don't worry, my love," I said gently, "Nothing will happen if you don't want it to happen. But I can't help my feelings, and being so close to and not being able to touch you is driving me crazy."

She came over then and knelt between my thighs, her face upturned to mine, her eyes wide and appealing.

"Sorry, Sheila, I didn't realise... That is, I ... well, I was stupid.... I don't know what came over me..."

I looked down at her lovely young face and her full red lips ripe for kissing.

"What came over you was a response to my arousal. You made me feel hot, you felt my heat and you responded. It's as simple as that. You felt randy, you fancied, well, if not me, at least you fancied something that my excitement generated in you."

I lowered my head until our lips were a hairsbreadth apart. If she was going to make a break, this was the moment. She didn't. She uptilted her head and her lips parted slightly to meet mine. As our mouths met, the electricity between us was unbelievable. I felt the stirring of orgasm as my trembling clitoris responded to her warm mouth on mine. We were on the ground, our arms passionately intertwined, our lips sealed in a crazy breathtaking kiss, our breasts crushed against each other, bodies writhing together and our fannies burning in a mutual rubbing through the flimsy material of our panties as surges of lust brought us both to climax. I was delirious and so was Liz. She looked better than ever, the bright glint of sexual desire flashed in her summer blue eyes, possessed and no regrets.

A rustling noise behind us caused Liz to pull away sharply. Without getting off Liz, I turned my head to see Justine standing, openmouthed and unbelieving, rendered speechless by the monstrous sight of her best friend Liz being fucked - or so it seemed - by a busty naked woman who had, a short while ago, seemed the very essence of middle-class, middle-aged propriety, offering hospitality and lemonade to two weary young travellers.

And yet... The unbuttoned silk dress, no bra underneath, the shocking scarlet red panties, the hands running along the thighs, the word which seemed to say one thing but mean another.... Yes, Justine had been made uneasy by this strange woman with her sexual menace which so contradicted the first impression she had given.

Liz straightened up and stood next to me, facing Justine. I glanced down and thought again how perfectly formed were her breasts, round and firm, plump and white, hardly a vein and such lovely pink nipples set in dark brown areoles: who would not want to kiss and suck and fondle such delicious juicy fruits? My own felt heavy and lumpen by comparison, hard as I tried to keep them up. Still, they were still firm enough and responsive to fondling and sucking, as several ladies of the Women's Institute could readily testify... I suppressed the thought and returned to the present situation with its charged atmosphere and its air of sexual corruption. Boldly, ready and expecting to be rejected, I put my arm round Liz's waist and felt the curve of her breast against my naked flesh. To my delight, I felt her arm slip round mine and pull me towards her so that our breasts were touching: more explicit as a declaration of lesbian commitment than any words could be.

"Sorry if it shocks you, Justine," Liz said in a matter-of-fact voice which surprised me. She turned to me. "I've known for some time, since I was about 12 in fact, that I was different from other girls, that I preferred girls to boys. But I hadn't dared to admit it to myself until today."

She turned and kissed me briefly.

"But today, I was turned on, really turned on, by you, Sheila. At first it was just a game. Or so I thought. But deep down I knew that I was not really just playing a game. I looked at your gorgeous body under your silk dress, at your outrageously sexy knickers, and I saw the look in your eyes - do you know that you have real come-to-bed eyes, by the way? - and I was hooked...."

She paused.

"... so I'm a dyke, Justine. Are you very shocked?"

Justine swallowed hard. Too many confusing thoughts in one day. One rose to the surface; one I would have predicted.

"Well, it's your business, Liz. Just one thing: have you ever felt, you know, that way about me? I don't think I could stand it if you say yes."

"Yes, Justine, I have had wild wet dreams about you, and I've longed to touch you, to kiss you. You have no idea what is is like sharing a tent with you, being naked in the shower with you, and not daring to touch you, to tell you what I was feeling... I'm sorry if that shocks you, but it's the truth."

When we got back to the house, I let go of Liz and suggested that the two of us should get dressed. Then, with my dress securely buttoned, my breasts back in their prison and my burning cunt tucked discreetly between my folded legs, I turned to Justine., who was sitting with her eyes cast down, still looking as if she had been struck by a thunderbolt.

"Listen, Justine, I'm sorry if Liz and I have upset you, but we don't mean to."

"I don't care if you are lesbians. It's got nothing to do with me," she said sulkily.

"Do you know what percentage of women are lesbian?" I persisted.

"Not many."

"Openly lesbian, you're right. Maybe one in twenty. Latently lesbian, that's another matter."

"What do you mean, latently?"

"If every woman with lesbian tendencies gave expression to those impulses, I can assure you that you would not find a woman anywhere who would not enjoy, no, prefer, sex with another woman."

"I don't believe you!" she said defiantly. "I think the very idea of sex with another woman is disgusting!"

"You are afraid of the idea, that's for sure, Justine. And that's the normal reaction. I don't blame you in the least. But the truth is, if you will admit it to yourself, that you have at some time looked at another woman and thought about her in a sexually explicit way."

"That's....!"

"No, Justine, I'm not asking you to agree with me, or to defend yourself or anything. I'm just inviting you to look inside yourself and be honest with yourself. If you can forget about convention, about shame, about what society thinks, and just examine your own experience, you'll find that what I'm saying is true. Ask yourself: can you honestly say that you have never looked at Liz, for instance, and not experienced some kind of sexual buzz inside yourself?"

Justine looked up at me and then across at Liz. Her eyes were moist.

When she spoke, her voice was trembling with emotion.

"You're right!" She looked away from Liz then. "Liz, I've always thought that you were really beautiful, really attractive, but I dared not let myself believe that I actually fancied you. And yet, well, do you remember the time we went camping in Derbyshire and we had to spend the night in an awful guesthouse...."

"... and they had only a single bed for the two of us? Yes, I remember. You mean....?"

"You slept with your buttocks pressed right into my stomach. I had to put my arms round you to keep from falling out of bed."

"And?"

"And... Oh Liz! I was so ashamed! I orgasmed I don't know how many times being feeling you close to me like that, your body so warm and comforting, and my breasts pressed against your back! And I was terrified that you would wake up and find out what was happening to me... But I couldn't help myself. I just kept cuddling up to you and rubbing against you and bringing myself off again and again until I was so exhausted I thought I would die."

Justine's face was flushed, but she looked radiant, as if she were reliving the most beautiful moment of her life.

"That's how sex ought to be for us women! What you experienced is what every girl can have every time she makes love. But she won't until she has it with one of her own sex. And you were very lucky, because your first time was with a girl you really fancied, your girlfriend Liz here."

I turned and brushed Liz's fair hair back from her eyes, those summer blue eyes that made me go weak at the knees.

"You're beautiful, Liz, and I'd love to make love to you. But someone else has a prior claim. If you want to stay the night, girls, you are very welcome. On one condition."

"What's that?" Liz asked, her curiosity quickly aroused.

"You share the single bed!"

Justine and Liz looked at each other, free now to express their love for each other as they wanted, free to explore each other's firm young bodies with fingers and lips and tongues.

"What about you?" Liz asked.

From a sidetable, I picked up an address book.

"I think I'll phone some fellow members of the Women's Institute. The WI is like a lesbian dating agency for most of the married women round here. There's an accountant's wife in the village , a big buxom grey-haired beauty who always likes a bit of ....."

As the girls mounted the stairs on their way to a night of lesbian bliss, Liz looked back over her shoulder and winked at me. The promise in that wink made my clitoris twitch and tremble. Desperate, I picked up the phone and dialled Rosemary's number. I knew that her husband would be out playing bridge, leaving her twiddling her fingers. Well, I had an urgent need for those clever probing fingers of hers......

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