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The Chain Letter (3)
Disclaimer:
-This story is copyrighted 1999 by Mark Anthony. It may not be
reproduced or posted anywhere else in any way, shape or form without
express permission. -This is a work of erotic fiction, involving explicit
sexual acts between consenting female adults. If it ain't your cup of tea,
read something else. If you are under 18 years of age, ditto. -Send any
and all comments to actium31@yahoo.com. Specify which story archive where
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Summary: Andrea and Fey, lovers since they have received a strange
chain-letter through e-mail, discover that two mutual friends (Vivian and
Rachel) are also engaged in a secret relationship. Both women agree to
seduce the unknowing couple separately...
1. Andrea sneaked into the kitchen, dropping her suitcase and smiling
at Fey, sitting at the large dinner table. " 'Afternoon, dear. Mmmmm..."
Her kiss was deep and enthusiastic, her tongue dancing inside Fey's eager
mouth. She reached over from behind, snaking around Fey, who shifted in
her seat to accommodate her. Andrea caught a glimpse of several balance
sheets, interest reports and investment accounts covering the smooth,
varnished surface of the table. "What are you doing? Keeping up with the
paperwork?" Fey smiled warmly, still flushed by the kiss. Every time
Andrea came in from work, she could look forward to a delightful interlude.
"Yeah, we have a charity auction in two weeks. I'm working on
projections." "The work of the rich and beautiful fundraiser is never done,
mmmh?" Andrea teased, pulling up a chair and sitting down right next to
Fey. She took off the jacket that hung over her white blouse, dropping it
on the backrest, and kicked off her shoes. "Well, I *do* have to catch up.
I was... a tad busy this afternoon." Andrea grinned, interested in the
implication behind the slight pause. "Vivian?" she ventured. Fey winked
at her, with a wicked expression on her face. "And just exactly what kind
of activity caused that delay?" Andrea inquired eagerly. Fey stood up
slowly, clasping Andrea's hand in her own and pulling her up from the chair
she had just sat in. "How about we get you out of these clothes and I can
tell you" she said softly.
2. Office Hours were brisk and hectic at Wilsons and Wilsons. Fey
arrived around one-thirty, not bothering to schedule an appointment. The
secretary gave her the usual routine speech until Fey coerced her into
calling Vivian, at which point the lawyer ran out of her private office to
welcome Fey with open arms. They sat in comfortable leather sofa-chairs,
next to the large desk cluttered with files, papers and legal documents,
and chatted for a while. Vivian complained about her heavy case load, but
expressed a dire and genuine need to go out on a girl's night one of these
days, for old times' sake. Fey filled her in on the small changes in her
own life, somehow managing not to mention Andrea, as well as the rather
drastic changes in her sexual preferences. She also dropped subtle hints
to the effect that this was much more than a social call. Eventually, the
usual banter between girlfriends gave way to the affair at hand. Vivian
crossed her legs, right over left knee, and Fey did not fail to notice her
long legs. "What can I do for you?" she asked, sensing that Fey had come
for a specific reason. "It's a bit embarrassing, really" Fey told her.
"I'm here for your advice. Both as a lawyer and as a friend." "Certainly,"
Vivian assured her, her hands coming together on her knee. "What can I
do?" Fey recounted the details of the fictitious incident with perfect
skill and timing. The slight tremor in her voice was reminiscent of latent
nervousness, as was her subtle avoidance of Vivian's soft, hazel eyes. It
immediately triggered an alarm in Vivian's head, since Fey was really *not*
the kind of person to break down under any kind of pressure... a child
born into a wealth, raised sensibly by loving parents who encouraged her
talents and interests, a woman who studied and worked hard, became heir to
a sizable family fortune-and had the skill to do it well... Fey was
*never* upset about her work. Vivian focused attentively on Fey's words,
trying to gleam some kind of understanding. A fellow chairperson, in
charge of a mutual charity fund Fey supposedly administered in concert with
a corporate partnership in the private sector, had made advances to her.
This person also happened to be the key to the company's ultimate approval
of a very large and generous charity donation. "Advances?" Vivian inquired
worriedly. "What this man do?" Fey breathed in deeply, managed an acutely
embarrassed look. "Uh, actually... it was a... 'she'" She glimpsed
Vivian's reaction, a concerned frown followed by a gentle nod. "What did
this... person do?" Fey did her best to look flustered. "She began
massaging my shoulders following a late night meeting to go over some
figures. We were both tired, I was pretty racked, maybe even a bit tense.
Maybe she noticed I was a little stressed out, and wanted to help me get
rid of it. It all seemed rather innocent at first." Vivian nodded,
concentrating on Fey's every word. "Go on." "I had a funny feeling. Her
hands were caressing me at times. She lingered a bit much. I didn't think
much of it at first. Her perfume smelled nice... when I finally stood
up... began stepping closer." Her pause went on for several heartbeats.
"She... walked into my arms. It was all very strange. I didn't really
fight it. I was... surprised. It only became uncomfortable when her
cheek stroked mine. Her hands moved around my hips and brought me closer
to her body. I felt her against me..." Fey still observed Vivian from the
corner of her eye, noting her friend's impassible stare. Her thoughts
briefly returned to that strange e-mail that had been sent by Andrea.
Despite what she and her lover suspected, she knew she still had to tweak
her story slightly, eliminating the notion of a coercive act and win the
lawyer's sympathy... and seduce her. "I felt her lips against me. It was
like a dream... like I was outside myself. I couldn't quite believe what
she was doing... I never thought I'd find myself in a situation like
this..." Vivian reached out from the adjacent sofa with her right hand,
covering Fey's in a gentle and supportive way as she began shaking like a
leaf. "It's OK... don't worry, I'm listening... Did you get a chance to
struggle? Did anyone see the both of you?" "No..." Fey whispered, eyes
glued to the carpeted floor, "I ... I didn't really *want* to fight it."
Vivian shifted slightly on the sofa, her leg brushing momentarily and
involuntarily against Fey's. "Was she pressuring you in other ways?" she
asked softly. "Did she tell you this was the only way her company would
hand over the money to the charity?" Fey shook her head. "I wasn't
thinking about that. I wasn't thinking... about anything. Her breath was
sweet... I don't think I could have broken away... even if I had wanted
to." Vivian frowned, and for an infinitesimal moment, seemed unsure of
herself, unable to understand. Her hand, still covering Fey's, squeezed
gently. "Don't take this the wrong way Fey... I just want to be
absolutely sure... do you think it may have something to do with the fact
that this person pressured you, and may have... confused you a little?"
She was hesitating, struggling with her words, unsure what to imply, unsure
of what her words meant or insinuated. Fey remained silent for a time, and
finally brought her other hand to cover Vivian's. "I don't think it was
wrong for me to kiss her back... It didn't feel wrong..." she murmured.
Vivian's visage betrayed conflicting emotions, but the trembling of her
hand was all the indication Fey needed. She could feel Vivian's pulse race
as she cradled her right hand, and her fingers enlaced those of the
beautiful, professional woman who was attempting to comfort her. "I'm not
saying it's wrong..." Vivian finally said, "but... what I mean is..." her
voice trailed off, her concentration broken by Fey's gentle caress.
Despite the delicate tan of her skin, she seemed to be blushing. A moment
later, she sighed, brushing long strands of black hair behind her ear with
her left hand. Then, her words came out softly, diplomatically. "If she
did something that was against your will, then what she did was wrong. Was
it... unwanted? Is that why... you came...?" Fey's dark green eyes were
filled with guilt, submissively kept downward. Her voice was becoming
softer and softer with each response, as if she were sinking deeper and
deeper into a dream "I'm not sure..." "You're not sure she forced herself
on you," Vivian whispered, "...or you're not sure you didn't want her..."
Fey's eyes suddenly rose to meet Vivian's, and spoke tender words that send
a current running through her spine. "Have you ever wondered how it would
be?" Vivian lost herself in Fey's mesmerizing gaze. For a moment, she was
caught between long, eternal seconds, caught in the soft beauty of the
woman whose caressing fingers were sending shivers that warmed her entire
body. Then, sharply, she looked away, pulling her hands to her, shattering
the spell. She quickly stood up and reached for a tissue box behind her
desk, as if to hand it to Fey. Her heart and mind fought for control as
her body shook with growing passion, trying to reassert control. She felt
a warm hand on her shoulder, felt herself being turned slowly around. Felt
arms sliding around her delicate hips. Her own arms remained at her sides,
unwilling to fight the sudden embrace. Fey's breath was hot on her lips.
Her mouth opened, her body trembling momentarily as she immersed herself in
the slow, languorous kiss. Seconds trickled by as Fey continued, her
fingers rising in Vivian's back, caressing the curve of her spine through
the rich fabric of her executive garb, pulling her closer. Vivian
relinquished all control, this new spell melting away any and all
resistance. Halfway through the kiss, she opened her mouth, accepting
Fey's eager, probing tongue. Finally, she pulled back, catching her
breath, her body warm, her heartbeat thundering in her ears, a wetness
seeping between her legs. Fey's breath was sweet and intoxicating.
"Please" she begged, "I... need you... want you..." Vivian's body
responded to the plea, her assertiveness reborn in an explosion of sudden,
intense, undeniable lust. She lowered her mouth down upon Fey's, brushing
her lips teasingly against hers. "Let me" she said simply. They turned
together, like a waltzing couple, Vivian in the lead. She pushed Fey back
against her desk, graciously guiding her up on it's cold, wooden edge. Her
hand caressed its way down Fey's chest and hips, her fingertips brushing
against the white cotton shirt, sliding under the long folds of her light
peach skirt, searching out the thin fabric of her panties. Fey breathed in
sharply at the sensation of the woman's fingers on her pubis, only to relax
moments later, an half-embarrassed, half-wanton smile on her lips. Vivian
began to tease her, stroking her lightly, feeling her pussy heat and
wetness through the cotton material. "What did you want that woman to do?"
Vivian breathed lustfully. Fey's legs parted instantly, accommodating
Vivian's delicious ministrations. "Oh...!" she cooed softly, before
catching her breath. She gazed at Vivian's wicked smile, at the mischief
in her eyes... totally lost in the delicious song of her fingers on her
cunt. "I... wanted..." "You wanted her to lick your pussy, my dear"
Vivian stated matter-of-factly, with the assurance of a woman in complete
charge of the situation. Fey moaned in approval, the burning inside her
pussy becoming unbearable. Her knees parted even farther, while Vivian
continued to masturbate her. "Do you know how it feels?" whispered Vivian,
in lustful rhetoric, "To have a woman making you come? ... to have a
woman's tongue teasing, stroking... licking your pussy?" Fey's stifled a
squeal as Vivian's hand shamelessly slipped inside her panties, her fingers
probing deep into her moist slit. She was lost in her part, becoming the
enraptured, consumed neonate, driven to the edge by the lovely, experienced
woman who was meticulously finger-fucking her in her own office, only a few
feet away from her secretary and the rest of the service staff. All sense
of control was slipping away, replaced by libidinous desire and impassioned
wantonness. "My... my... my" commented Vivian, her tone seemingly as
indifferent as if she were reading court transcripts, "you're completely
wet down there..." Her eyes had lost none of their mischief, and delighted
in seeing Fey reacting with such abandon to her attentions. "Surely you've
been thinking nasty thoughts... I bet you've been thinking about her all
the way to my office..." Vivian's tone of voice was lewd, echoing Fey's
obvious enjoyment of her gentle touch. She pulled her hand out from Fey's
cunt, and brought her fingers to her mouth, savoring her juices,
shamelessly and gingerly sucking on each digit as she stared directly in
the woman's eyes, obviously enjoying the taste. Fey shook and trembled,
her legs parted immodestly, her skirt pulled back, her soaked panties laid
bare. Vivian slowly got on her knees, while Fey's legs shifted, knees
coming together accommodatingly while the lawyer pulled the panties off
effortlessly, down the thighs, past the knees, the ankles and the pair of
white high-heeled shoes. She threw them aside while Fey spread herself
once again, her hands leaning back for support on the desk as she offered
herself. Vivian's knees rested on the soft carpet, eyes level with the
beautiful sight of her friend's hot, flushed, wet pussy. "Mmmmm... you
are going to taste soooo good." Fey closed her eyes and bit down on her
lower lip, feeling Vivian's warm tongue licking her dripping cunt. Her
whole body shook uncontrollably, the spasms of pleasure making it difficult
for her to breathe. She began to shift up and down on the edge of the
desk, following the rhythm of Vivian's licks. "Oh... OHHH... Ohhhh Viv!"
she spat out, in short, breathless cries. Vivian smiled wickedly, her
tongue delving deeper inside, parting Fey's sweet little slit. She lapped
up her sweet juices, which now coated her mouth and dripped down her chin.
She nibbled at Fey's clit, smiling as it produced half-stifled squeals.
Fey's head and back arched as her fingers rigidly gripped the desk,
knuckles becoming white under the effort. Her entire body was burning,
begging for release, breaking under the strain of Vivian's merciless,
passionate assault. She was locked in heavenly torment, in a maelstrom of
pleasure, seducing her friend with the sweet essence flowing freely from
her cunt. Her awareness dimmed, centering on her hot slit, the feel of her
labia being parted by her lover's enchanting tongue... She squealed,
calling out her name as she came, not caring if she was heard, only aware
of her pussy opening up like a flower, drenching Vivian's face with a
torrent of her juices as she climaxed. She shook, long and hard, legs
wrapped around Vivian's soft neck, her pussy riding her friend's face...
she felt her soft, dark curls caressing the inside of her tights as the
orgasm continued to rage through her... and slowly leaned back on the
desk, still quivering in the glowing aftermath of the incredible climax
that had almost shaken her apart. She took a moment to catch her breath,
sweat pooling between her breasts, her shirt clinging to her skin as she
shifted her balance forward. "Oh... Vivian... I can't believe... that
was amazing..." Though she struggled to reassert the part of the lesbian
neonate, she most certainly did not hide her appreciation of Vivian's
loving skills. The lawyer stood up, lightly brushing the fingers of her
left hand against her glistening lips, rubbing female juices into her skin,
while she caressed Fey's labia with the right, still very much in control
of the situation. "Is... that what you wanted from that woman?" she asked
Fey softly. "Not... all of it..." Fey answered, smiling blissfully. She
slid off the desk like a siren returning to the sea, her long auburn hair
flowing over her shoulders as she leaned over and licked her juices off
Vivian's waiting tongue. They kissed once again, their tongues thrusting
deeply in each other's mouths, the eagerness of their first moments
together giving way to a deeper, more consuming intimacy. Fey's hands
quickly rose to fondle Vivian's heavy bosom, restrained inside the tight
and formal business shirt and jacket. She wore a navy blue striped suit
that accommodated her feminine curves while giving her a commanding
presence, and Fey's nimble fingers briefly stopped caressing the heavy orbs
through the dense material to delicately and quickly unfasten the buttons
that held the treasure she sought. Instantly, effortlessly, the jacket
fell to the floor behind, and Fey contemplated the low cut white blouse
Vivian wore underneath. Her arousal grew as she noticed the firm outline
of Vivian's protruding nipples, which she caressed immediately. Her friend
was not wearing a bra underneath, and moaned approvingly under Fey's tender
touch. The buttoned folds of the blouse were soon parted, revealing
Vivian's beautiful, shapely breasts. Fey was mesmerized by the spectacle,
her lover smiling a secret smile, her hand still massaging Fey's drenched
pussy, indulging her to continue caressing her tits. The woman sighed as
she felt Fey's warm fingers slide against her skin, wrapping around her
breasts and kneading the heavy, firm flesh. Her pink nipples hardened
almost painfully, the unearthly sensation of Fey's graceful caress sending
her mind reeling. Fey's head leaned down. She paused for a moment, as if
to hesitate. "Yes... Fey... please... don't be afraid..." urged Vivian,
just as Fey had hoped. Her lips pursed into an 'o', and she slid them over
the areola of Vivian's left breast. She ran her tongue roughly against the
nipple, before sucking on it gently. Vivian's left hand continue to caress
the folds of Fey's pussy, but the right rose and lost itself in the rich
mane of her lover's soft hair, pressing down urgently on the back of Fey's
head, guiding her mouth to her bosom like a mother would a suckling
child's. "Yes... don't be afraid... don't be afraid..." she soothed in a
dreamlike voice. Fey increased her sucking, biting down on the large
nipple before lazily teasing it with the very tip of her tongue. Then,
using her pink tongue, she began tracing lazy circles down the slope of the
breast and up the other, tasting the salty sweat off Vivian's moist skin.
Slowly but surely, she was assuming control of the situation, Vivian
loosing herself in an ocean of yearnings. She continued to lick and suck,
her face buried in the heat of Vivian's flesh. She reached down with her
hand, snaking underneath the lawyer's tight, business skirt, feeling for
the softness of panties. As the tip of her fingers encountered warmth and
wetness, Fey smiled at the delightful surprised-Vivian was not wearing any.
She deftly brushed past her pussy lips, and slowly, into the dampness of
her vagina. Vivian breathed in sharply, and Fey felt her chest rise up and
down as she continued to slide her fingers in and out of her pussy.. She
felt the lawyer's sweet and abundant juices running down her knuckles and
palm, and felt the yearning to sample of Vivian's elixir. She continued to
finger fuck her friend until the latter couldn't stand anymore, trembling
and moaning, desperate for release. "Fey... please... oh... don't!" She
let out a frustrated moan as Fey stopped. When their eyes met, Fey nodded
to the nearby couch. "Your turn..." Vivian's skirt dropped to the floor
after a quick motion, and the white blouse, damp with her sweat, quickly
followed. Fey slid over to the couch, reclining in the soft leather, her
head gently resting on one of the armrests. "Come to me" she beseeched
her. Vivian walked over, lifting a leg over Fey's head and bringing down
her knee on the armrest. She loomed over her, using the couch for support,
and lowered herself on Fey's smiling face. Fey's delicate tongue began its
loving exploration, sliding up and down Vivian's pussy with affectionate
attention, while her hands rose underneath the woman's ass, cradling it.
Vivian felt the soft fingers caressing the warm flesh, supporting her while
she was being carefully eaten out with growing lust and enthusiasm.
Finally, here in her office, she surrendered to Fey's sweet, passionate
song, moaning with abandon. Climax was quickly upon her, and she felt
herself capsize over the edge. Her hips buckled, and Fey thrust her tongue
deep inside her as she came, her body wracked by spasms. She leaned down
into the couch, pressing down, trying to steady herself as the climax
continued to rage inside her. Finally, she steadied herself, the storm
ebbing and flowing out of her, Fey's mouth still glued to her slit. "Oh...
Fey... that was wonderful..." Fey giggled, her tongue still lapping up
Vivian's wetness, mashing her lips against her cunt in a sexual kiss which
went on long, enchanting minutes.
3. Dinner that night was sensational. Fey and Andrea sat face to face,
naked, their legs around each other's hips. Around them, the glow of
candles illuminated the remains of a terrific meal, mussels served in a
succulent wine and garlic sauce, which they had carefully and lovingly fed
each other. They gazed in each other's eyes silently in the aftermath of
the romantic feast, their love speaking words their lips could not. "Did
the secretary find out what you had been doing?" asked Andrea, referring to
Fey's earlier escapade with Vivian. "Well," mused Fey facetiously, "she
didn't transfer any calls while we were together..." She paused, brushing
her index on her lips. "Then again, she did give me a strange look when I
strolled out of the office." Her playful smile quickly reflected itself on
Andrea's lips. Both women giggled like schoolgirls. "I wish I could have
been there" confessed Andrea, her hands caressing Fey's shoulders. "It
must have been an Oscar winning performance." Fey beamed proudly. "Maybe
so-but let's not forget your little contribution, which all made it
possible, eh?" She paused, cocking her head slightly to one side. "*Now*
do you believe the e-mail had something to do with it?" Andrea shifted
slightly, leaning closer to Fey's naked form, aware of the powerful
feelings stirring inside her. "I dunno, Fey. Somehow it bothers me to
think that all this may be happening because I received and then forwarded
a dumb e-mail." She was aware, then, of a slight sensitivity around the
subject, a nagging fear that the close examination of her feelings-and all
relevant causes that led to uncovering such-might unravel the spontaneous
magic that had so brightened her life. She felt as a dreamer, whisked away
to imaginary bliss, and instinctively fearful of ascertaining a dark truth
or cold element of logic that would dispel the wonderful fantasy. "We'll
never wake up from this dream, love" said Fey, as if reading her mind. To
reassure her, she brought her lips softly upon Andrea's, running them
across her mouth. Her fingertips brushed her lover's nipples, hardening
them. "I'm not bothered that it opened my eyes, that it allowed us to
discover something wonderful within ourselves, something we could share
together. That gift was for Rachel and Vivian as well." Andrea's blood
raced as she initiated a kiss of her own, Fey's sweet words stirring her
passion. The mere thought of what she shared with Fey, the earnest
profession of this love by the object of her affection-her obsession-never
failed to light a fire inside her. "Speaking of Rachel and Viv," Andrea
whispered between kisses, "what about the slight predicament you and I seem
to have embroiled ourselves in, mmh?" Fey sighed, feeling Andrea's hot
breath sliding down her cheek and into her ear. "Well, I don't see why you
and I... shouldn't... benefit... from a little... outside experience...
wouldn't you say?" Andrea's lips brushed against Fey's delicate ear, the
tip of her tongue dancing over the arch. She felt Fey shiver as she held
her closer. "Indulging ourselves?" she said huskily, "Sounds like a good
idea... I'd hate to initiate an affair with another woman only to end it
right away..." "Vivian still needs to make sure that I'm well guided on the
path to my 'newfound' identity... would be a shame to turn her generous
offer down..." Fey answered back, on the same lusty tone. They laughed.
Kissed. Made love upon the floor, unhurriedly, until the early morning
hours. Their naked bodies spoke amorous words, sang passionate songs,
testified to unabashed emotions, a trust that lived even as they sought to
seduce respective mistresses... they fell back in each other's arms,
whispering all, hiding nothing, alive with a passion burning brighter.
4. 'The Labrys' appeared a small and modest cabaret from the street,
but once inside, Andrea was somewhat pleased by the low key, haunting
atmosphere. There were several couples sitting about, all of them women,
but the dim, exotic arrangement of lights gave the club an almost
cabalistic air, making it a shadowy private and mysterious place where
women could freely love women, without a care for the rest of the world.
She looked at her watch. 8:12 PM. Rachel would be meeting her here soon.
She had forwarded the address to her via e-mail a few days ago, when they
had made plans to meet in secret for a night together. Andrea had never
heard of the place before, but looked forward to her first visit to a
lesbian club. She strode past the starlit dance floor and the female
couples enthusiastically swaying to the sharp, recognizable rhythm of a
seventies song revamped to a 90's techno edge, carefully stepping up to the
bar. She caught the eye of the bartender, a tall blonde wearing a tight
black shirt with the bar's name displayed in fluorescent letters, and,
feeling a bit adventurous, motioned at one of the brands on tap before
holding up her index finger. The woman nodded while the loud music blared
on, and brought Andrea a tall glass of imported dark-red Canadian beer,
with a hint of foam at the top. Andrea paid promptly, and made for one of
the tables nearby, in a dark corner next to the unused stage. "First time
here?" asked a voice behind her, just as she got there. Andrea smiled,
deposited the glass upon the table, turned, and brought her arms up,
reaching for Rachel's beautiful face. They kissed briefly and amorously,
drawing little attention from other women around them. "It's nice to see
you again, Rachel" Andrea whispered in her ear. "You look fabulous!" She
took the time to give Rachel another once over, wondering half-jokingly if
other women in the club might not be gawking at her date in envy. Her
date's rich, full lips were of a dark red shade of lipstick, and her eyes
shone in a strange shade of pale green, contacts which had an almost
hypnotic effect-further emphasized by delicate, masterful use of
eye-shadow, and a hint of rouge on her delicate cheeks. The smooth curves
of her lithe body, tautly covered by the glistening fabric of her black,
low-cut dress, invited Andrea's eyes to roam, filling her with a growing
feeling of amorous excitement. They moved to the table, Andrea pulling up
a chair and sitting down. Rachel moved gracefully next to her, floating
down on the edge of her chair and crossing her long supple legs gently.
"Quite a bustling place you invited me to-didn't look this busy from
outside" Andrea's eyes moved from one side of the place to the other,
becoming used to the darkness. Rachel shrugged as she motioned to a nearby
waitress, who acquiesced at once with a nod. She made for the bar,
presumably to fetch her usual. "I've been here a handful of times, and
it's always been fun." "Alone?" risked Andrea, aware of the possible danger
in breaching the subject. Rachel's smile was mischievous, and not at all
bothered by the question. She ran her hand carefully through her hair, as
if to thrill Andrea. "Yes, but it's no reason not to share it tonight with
you." Andrea's answer was to slowly run her leg up Rachel's own, feeling
the smooth skin. She felt slightly intoxicated to be in such proximity to
her again, party to a clandestine meeting in a new, exciting kind of place.
She was wearing a simple white tank-top which emphasized her ample
cleavage, a short black skirt which fell to mid-thigh and black stiletto
heels. Her nipples protruded shamelessly through the thin fabric, a true
measure of her growing arousal. The waitress, young and petite, was
scantily dressed in a provocative red leather outfit, and brought Rachel a
Gin Tonic promptly, smiling secretly at Rachel as she noticed Andrea's
sensual stroking. She quickly turned to other customers after collecting
for the drink, leaving the two lovebirds alone. Andrea and Rachel talked
for a while, occasionally stopping for spontaneous moments of kissing and
stroking, unhurried and natural. Meanwhile. alternating rhythms of a
myriad of music styles ranging from hard rock to ballads blared on. The
clientele seemed diverse yet refined, all of them evidently attired at
great expense, from the demure and conservative dress of female corporate
executives to the shocking and exciting fashion statements of attractive
women uncaring of labels. Andrea took in the scene, scarcely surprised by
Rachel's discerning taste in clubs. In her friend's world, glamour and
wealth were job benefits, and it seemed that her changing tastes in sexual
matters wasn't going to change that. They remained in the quiet corner,
enjoying their drinks before ordering more. Rachel spoke of various shoots
she had been doing, while Andrea listened intently. She crept close to
Rachel, hanging on every word, playing up the part of the enthralled
groupie somewhat. Between the alcohol, her excitement of her seduction
game, the strange mixture of female scents in the club and the exhilaration
she felt at drinking in an exclusive lesbian club catering to a wealthy
clientele, she almost felt like she had borrowed someone else's life, and
decided to enjoy it as much as possible. It was not long before she
reached over to Rachel, her arm sliding around her waist, drawing her
closer, her mouth brushing her neck, planting soft kisses below her ear
while her clandestine lover enjoyed her attentions passively. "I hope your
sweetheart won't find us here tonight" Andrea whispered, aroused once again
by the notion that she had become Rachel's 'mistress'. Little did her
quarry know that she was secretly thrilled by the knowledge that Fey and
Vivian were, in fact, together at this very moment; through a careful
arrangement masterminded by Andrea, she had made sure that both she and Fey
would be able to mutually explore their respective sides of the affair that
very night. "You keep asking about her-I'm just worried that you'll end up
having an affair with her too" answered Rachel breathlessly, enjoying the
feel of Andrea's breath on her neck. Andrea giggled as she nibbled
Rachel's ear. "Mmmm... I'd rather have you both at the same time" she
said huskily, passion mounting inside her. Rachel turned her head
slightly, locking eyes with Andrea. She was silent for a moment, the
hunger in her gaze testifying to conflicting emotions... lust, fear, love,
confusion... Andrea tilted her head, her forehead touching Rachel's as she
continued to stare into her eyes. She kissed the tip of her nose, as if to
dispel her worries, and clasped her left hand as she rose from her seat.
"C'mon, let's dance" she said.
5. The floor was a tad crowded, but many of the couples held each other
close as multicolored lights flooded the semi-darkness in that corner of
the club. Andrea felt confident, almost daring, as she strode into the
area with Rachel one her arm. Women around them were in a universe by
themselves, together with their partners, concerned with little else. She
caught a glimpse of several couples engaged in deep, French kissing,
unabashed, shameless, audacious. She turned to Rachel, her hands circling
her waist and slowly bringing her body close to hers. Rachel's arms rose
to Andrea's shoulders, her fingers wrapping around the base of her neck.
Their bodies began swinging to their own rhythm, oblivious to the music or
the other women around them. Andrea felt Rachel's ample breasts press
against her own, and slid one of her hands down her lover's back, to rest
it against her ass. Against each other, feeling the heat rise between them
as they turned leisurely, their lips came together naturally. The playful,
sweet kiss quickly bloomed into a fervent, openmouthed communion, tongues
probing each other in a celebration of sapphic lust. Andrea lost herself
in the tempest of rousing passion, intoxicated by Rachel's captivating
beauty, excited by the web of seduction she had woven around the gorgeous
model, impatient for what the next few hours would bring. Their lips
fervently sought each other, opening and closing as their tongues gently
danced together, slipping hotly, exploring reverently, tasting of each
other. Their heaving bosoms mashed against each other, and they felt the
hardness of their nipples rubbing through fabric, while their hips stroked
against each other's legs, releasing sharp flashes of pleasure coursing
through their ravishing bodies. They melted into each other, the kiss
sparking a burning passion that was quickly consuming them. Their mutual
humping intensified as they continued to kiss with complete abandon,
nearing the peak of their mutual desire for each other. The music, lights
and darkness whirled around them, so many galaxies spinning out of control,
as their passion exploded, releasing the fiery energies of their lust,
fusing their souls in a glorious, fervent, wonderful moment. They came up
for air a minute after, bodies trembling, faces flushed and skin slick with
the sweat of expended energies. Their eyes locked, thoughts reeling,
jumbled, hearts pounding. Somewhere, light years away, a few female voices
clapped and cheered, happy witnesses who no doubt appreciated the
spectacular fireworks which had consumed the both of them. Andrea was lost
in Rachel's eyes. "Let's get out of here" she urged. Rachel's lovely
smile made her skin grow hotter. "Come with me..."
6. The city lights were like a galaxy of stars dispersed on the swarthy
ground, crisscrossed by avenues and towers of bright lights. The view from
the 34th floor penthouse suite of the Ritz Carlton was a breathtaking,
romantic spectacle. Nearby, Cordon Rouge chilled in a silver tray filled
with ice, while two half-filled champagne flutes rested on a glass table
next to it. Upon the beige carpet floor, high heeled shoes, panties, a
robe, skirt and sweater lay in a scattered path that led to the sumptuous
double bed upon which two women gingerly and lovingly sought mutual ecstasy
in sapphic intimacy. Andrea breasts chafed against the tan bedcovers, her
knees pushing deeply into the soft mattress, her hands wrapped around one
of the soft white pillows at the head of the bed, her ass arched up,
offered for Rachel's careful, tender attentions. Her voice quivered again
as she called out Rachel's name, feeling her lovely face nuzzle in her
nether regions, slick with wetness. Andrea felt her tongue enter her once
again, from behind, and moaned between pants, reeling at the sensations of
her pussy lips parting to accommodate the gorgeous model's lovely,
slithering organ. For the last twenty minutes, she had been a slave to
pleasure's torment, subservient to Rachel's careful, calculated stroking,
her whole body transformed into a lightning rod, struck by fulgurations of
ecstasy at the feel of ever lick. Rachel, grinning devilishly, ceased her
gentle teasing of Andrea's dripping cunt and lathered the soft skin between
her lover's slit and asshole with a sweet mixture of her juices and her own
saliva. She paid careful attention to her anus, before liking up to the
tight opening, animated by bewitching, overpowering urges. Her soft hand
rose, tending to Andrea's wet pussy, her fingers stroking over the soft
folds before sliding deep inside Andrea effortlessly. "Ohhh! Ohhh!
Rachel! Please!" Andrea panted, her breathless voice begging for release,
"please... please... fuh... fuh fuck me... lick me... fuh... finger
me! Don't... stop!!!" Rachel's smile grew as she intensified the motion
of her deft fingers, and her tongue circled around Andrea's asshole like a
frantic snake. Andrea's howled as Rachel's tongue slipped inside her
ass... as her lover's index and middle fingers slid deep inside her hot
cunt. She pushed back, her bottom arching up into her beautiful lover's
face, while she felt a wave surging inside her. A maelstrom was growing
furiously as Rachel's tongue slid deeper and deeper, her hole widening to
accommodate her. Juice-coated fingers furiously stretched her slit as they
penetrated her, bringing her closer to a shattering orgasm... in those
last few moments, lost in a torrent of fiery sensations, she gave herself
freely over... mistress to her lover for a night of passion... a slave to
her lust for Rachel as she was a prisoner of love to Fey... Her screams
echoed in the many, luxurious rooms of the dim suite, without crossing the
threshold of the thick walls and the faraway, heavy door. Amid the
trappings of glamour and opulence, she came and came, brought to supreme
sexual ecstasy by a woman who belonged here. The seducer now seduced, she
shook and cried and trembled as Rachel reaped her reward, delivering her
sweet secret love to heavenly and fearsome release even as she ravished her
in ways she dreamt of only in her deepest, darkest fantasies... Rachel
trust forth, with fingers and tongue, until the wonderful spasms subsided,
draining her to the point of exhaustion. Andrea collapsed promptly face
down upon the bed, her pussy oozing of her sweet nectar onto the bed
sheets, a slender trail of saliva dripping down Rachel's chin, where it
thinned to a glistening strand that descended in her sweet love's ass. The
ravishing model lowered her head, affectionately lapping up her saliva from
Andrea's lovely crack, before following the upwards curve with her
sensitive tongue, and down the middle of her back. She tasted the slick
sweat off Andrea's skin, pooling between her delicate shoulders, while she
listened to Andrea's sweet, soft murmurs...
(End of part 3. Stay tuned for part 4... the final chapter of the
story...)
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