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On The Right Track
Joanna Mercer grabbed hold of the strap in the crowded
subway car. She was going from Times Square to West
72nd, paralleling Central Park West, and at six PM,
the car was filled. The fluorescent lights flickered
as the car traveled down the track, and she was bumped
and jostled as the car rushed along. Joanna was an
attractive woman, and her pleasantly shaped body
almost always drew a second glance.
She held on tightly as the car approached the 59th
Street stop. People started to move to the doors as
the car slowed. She held onto her purse with her left
arm, and looked at no one. This is Manhattan. One
does not acknowledge one's fellow creatures.
Joanna was tired and wanted to get home. She wanted
to kick back in her apartment, have a glass of wine,
and spend a quiet evening with her husband. Mondays
are the worst, she thought. Who made Mondays? Who
liked them? She brushed her light brown hair back
from her eyes.
As the car groaned to a stop, she looked to the left.
At the end of the car, she saw a pretty woman with
short dark hair, perhaps in her mid-thirties. She was
dressed nicely in a gabardine skirt, muted-red blouse,
and black short-heeled pumps. Her jacket was slung
over one shoulder, and she carried a laptop computer
case. She was about five-six, perhaps an inch taller
than Joanna, slim but with definite curves.
The dark-haired woman started to move towards the
exit. She would cross right in front of Joanna.
Joanna closed her eyes briefly.
The dark-haired woman muttered. "Excuse me," as she
tried to squeeze by.
Their bodies met on the crowded subway car, and
another person bumped the gabardine-skirted woman.
What had been a short passing brush of two
thirty-something women became immediately intimate.
Joanna opened her eyes as she felt the stranger's
breasts meet hers. They pressed together, the flesh
yielding underneath the stranger's red blouse and
Joanna's white silk top.
There was a short jam at the exit, and the crowd
couldn't move. Joanna and the stranger found
themselves momentarily wedged together in cozy full
contact. Not only were their breasts making friends,
but also their legs had entwined a bit. Under
Joanna's rust-colored skirt, her upper thigh was
firmly socketed between the stranger's legs, and
Joanna knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was
feeling the panty-covered crotch of the dark-haired
woman along her thigh. Just as, she realized, her own
mound was now riding on the thigh of this pretty
woman.
Joanna met the woman's eyes. She looked at Joanna in
sudden embarrassment, and said in soft tones,
"Sorry...sorry...pardon me."
Joanna managed a weak smile. After all, it seemed
almost an introduction. "Don't worry about it."
The crown lurched forward and the woman squeezed past
Joanna. As she did so, their bodies rubbed together.
There was a fleeting moment of pleasant friction, and
Joanna looked at the stranger again. The woman's dark
eyes widened as the clothing made a scratching noise
in passing. As she moved past Joanna to the exit, she
turned her head and flashed a Joanna a quick enigmatic
smile. Her expression reminded Joanna of something.
She disappeared from view. As the train started up
again, Joanna puzzled over what was familiar about
that glance. The inadvertent close contact stayed on
her mind, and she realized with a start that it had
not been all that unpleasant.
In fact, it had turned her on.
As she exited the car at her stop, she remembered
where she had seen that expression. She had seen it
in the mirror the previous night, when she was naked
and standing by the bed, enticing her husband into a
languid hour of lovemaking.
The look the stranger had giver her was an invitation.
Joanna was bemused as she walked up the steps to her
apartment. Why had this encounter, which ordinarily
would have mortified her, taken on this erotic tenor?
She never suspected any bisexual tendencies in herself
before. Maybe it was the fact that the dark-haired
woman was a total stranger, and it would never happen
again. Unexpected bodily contact in a crowded public
place...sometimes the brain is just wired in funny ways.
As she picked up the mail, the event receded to the
back of her mind.
The next day at work, Joanna's thoughts returned every
now and then to the incident in the subway car. She
tried to concentrate on the spreadsheet displayed on
her computer screen, but the numbers didn't seem quite
real. As the afternoon progressed, she felt little
quivers of nervousness.
It was five-thirty. Joanna cleared her desk and shut
down the computer. She slipped her stocking feet into
her shoes and pulled her purse out of the desk drawer.
She tried to dismiss the notion, but she wondered if
by chance that woman would be on the train.
She was wearing a sleeveless light blue dress with a
V-neck that would have shown some cleavage except for
the white camisole underneath. She rose from her
chair and smoothed the material down over her round
breasts and slightly curved tummy.
Again the thoughts returned. Would she be on the
train? Would it be as jammed with people as the day
before? Would she cross in front of her again? Would
a strange woman's body be pressed against hers?
Did she want it?
Joanna carefully chose the same car as she did before.
She went in and fought her way back to the same
position she had been in the previous evening. She
stood by the metal pole, in front of a plastic seat
occupied by two middle-aged men. She held onto the
pole and looked to the left.
For a few seconds, she scanned the crowd of people at
the end of the car. Just as she was about to dismiss
her silly thoughts as a passing mild obsession, a
dark-haired woman elbowed her way into her line of
sight.
There she was. Joanna inhaled a quick breath of
too-warm air, and raised her eyes to look directly at
the stranger. She wore a black knit skirt that
stopped two inches above her nylon-clad knees. Tucked
into that was a cream-colored button-front blouse with
material gathered along the front, feminine without
being too dressy. She had on a jacket that matched
the skirt. She wasn't carrying the laptop case this
time, just a simple leather handbag.
The woman caught her gaze and looked back. Her lips
curved up in a quick smile. Her eyes flickered a bit
as she looked up and down.
Joanna smiled back. Then a devilish thought came to
her. She turned to face the woman and very slightly,
thrust her hips forward and up a bit. As she did
that, she thought, My God, I just made an obscene
gesture to someone I don't know...a woman, at that.
But anonymity sometimes invites daring.
The dark-haired woman's eyebrows rose, but she
continued looking at Joanna. Then she very
deliberately placed her left hand on the top button of
her blouse and undid it. The gesture was a perfectly
normal response to the warmth of the car, and no one
else caught it that she did it while staring at
Joanna.
How far dare I take this? Joanna wondered. Oblivious
to the crowded car, she slid her hand down the pole,
then bent down and extended her right hand to the hem
of her skirt. The top of her dress and camisole
flared enough to reveal the curves of her breasts.
She didn't care that some of the men at the same end
of the car were getting an eyeful. She lifted the hem
about two inches and pulled at it, an adjustment any
woman does any number of times. Right now it
displayed a smooth expanse of her slender legs. She
dropped the hem and stood back up, her hand sliding
back on the pole. She looked steadily at the woman, a
half-smile on her face.
The stranger met her challenge. She undid another
button on her blouse. She pulled back on the sides of
the opening and the top inch of her round breasts was
revealed.
Joanna found herself breathing faster. She had just
spent the last few minutes doing an impromptu sexual
contest with a stranger on a New York City subway car.
How much farther would this go?
But the 59th Street stop was coming up. The car
started to slow with a groaning of brakes. Joanna
stood still as the crowd started to move past her to
the exit. The stranger was lost from view for a few
seconds with the press of commuters struggling past,
and then she was there, just to her left and in front
of her.
They were about a foot apart. Joanna looked at her,
still smiling. The dark-haired beauty (and to Joanna,
she was very beautiful), nodded to her. She had full
lips with just a touch of scarlet gloss, the same
shade as the fingernails on her slender hands. Her
nose was small and slightly narrow, and her cheeks
were rounded with just a hint of dimple.
One of the men behind Joanne rose and stepped forward
just as the stranger started to move with the rest of
the people towards the doors. The man bumped into
Joanna from behind, and like that the two women were
pressed together. Again that grinding exquisite
friction as the breasts slid into each other. And
again that breath-catching moment when their lower
bodies met and rubbed.
Joanna closed her eyes and drank it in. The pressure
of the stranger's body on hers was instantly arousing.
Her breasts felt heavy and the nipples became erect.
She felt sudden warmth in her pussy.
Joanna opened her eyes as the stranger was directly in
front of her, and they were molded body-to-body. The
woman whispered, "Sharon."
"Joanna," Joanna whispered back.
Sharon turned her head aside and moved back as the
crush eased. Joanna felt a quick flash of
disappointment as their bodies parted. But as Sharon
passed to her right, her hand came down to the front
of Joanna's skirt. For one quick second, she pushed
the palm of her hand against Joanna's crotch.
Joanna had experienced the profound urgency of pure
sexual hunger before, but she was not prepared for the
onslaught of this aching need in the confines a subway
car. She struggled to stay on her feet. Then the
hand was gone from between her legs. Sharon was gone
from view.
Joanna collapsed into the empty seat behind her. The
man beside her gave a short quizzical look. She
ignored him while she tried to recover from the
intense encounter.
Her bra seemed to tight against her swollen breasts.
She felt a maddening desire to pull up her dress and
masturbate. She closed her eyes and concentrated on
calming down her breathing.
Before she knew it, the car pulled into the West 72nd
stop. She got up, taking her purse, and left the car
on legs that didn't seem to want to work properly.
She replayed the encounter over and over again her
mind as she walked to her apartment building. How
long had it taken? Thirty seconds? Twenty?
She paused outside her building, sighed deeply, and
went in. She was grateful that her husband wouldn't
be home for another half-hour. She gathered the mail
and walked up the stairs to her apartment.
She dropped the mail on kitchen counter. Then she
headed towards the bedroom, reaching for the catch on
the zipper at her neck. She kicked off her shoes. She
worked the dress down and stepped out of it and
dropped it on the bed. She pulled her camisole over
her head, exposing the demi-bra. She went into the
bathroom and turned on the shower, then removed her
bra, peeled off her pantyhose and skimpy briefs. She
reached down with to her sex, parted the luxuriant
patch of pubic hair with a quick motion, and slipped
the finger along the cleft. It came out filmed with
moisture.
Her breath came with small hitches. The hot water in
the shower started to send billows of steam over the
top of the door. She opened it and made a moaning
sound of relief as she stepped into the hot cascading
spray. She closed her eyes and ran her left hand
along her nipples, stroking the half-dollar size
areolas while her right finger started to slide along
the lips of her pussy. Her clit lengthened and became
distended. She bent forward a little and started to
pant.
In less than thirty seconds, she cried out sharply,
climaxing in strong contractions, and dribbling slick
juices on her finger. She clutched her breasts and
twisted at the stiff pink nipples. She fell to one
knee under the soaking spray.
"Oh, dear god, " she said. "Oh, dear god.
Oh...Sharon...Sharon..."
Her husband found Joanna a bit distracted that night.
At her office the next day, Joanna could hardly pay
any attention to her work. When friends said hello,
she just nodded in an absent-minded fashion. It was
not her most productive day.
But her mind was in a whirlwind. Joanna felt certain
that Sharon would be on the same subway car that
evening. Part of her wanted to stay at work until the
possibility of encountering Sharon was gone. A small
part.
But the most insistent voice in her head told her to
prepare for another encounter. At twelve-thirty,
while she chewed on a chicken sandwich and sipped her
tea, she decided that the ride home would be one to
remember.
The clock seemed to crawl, but finally five-thirty
rolled around. She waited a few minutes until the
offices around her were almost empty. She then took
her bag into the ladies room. She entered a stall and
stepped out of her shoes. She was wearing a flowered
print wraparound skirt that came down to mid-calf.
She also had a sheer dark blue blouse that buttoned
down the front. She reached down and pulled up the
hem of her skirt and pulled her pantyhose down and
stepped out of them. She thought for a second, then
removed the blue panties and half-slip. She was now
totally bare under the skirt.
She stuffed the underwear in her bag. She unbuttoned
her blouse and took it off, then unhooked the front
catch of her bra. She shrugged it off her shoulders.
She slipped blouse back on and fastened two buttons.
The bra went in the bag and she stepped out of the
stall.
She looked into the mirror. She bit her lip. Her
breasts were quite noticeable under the sheer blue
material, the nipples proudly evident. Maybe if she
held her jacket in front of her until ... until the time
was right. She pulled on the right side of the loose
blouse. The inside curve of her round breast was
revealed. She pulled on the lapel a little more.
Whoops. The entire breast slipped out. She grinned
ruefully at the sight. Have to be careful, she
thought.
She tucked her breast back inside the blouse. She
then reached down and gathered the edge of her skirt
near her hip. With a hesitant motion, she pulled the
loose flap to the right. Her right leg became
visible, with more of the thigh slipping out as she
moved her hand. She took her left hand and pulled on
the material on that side.
She exposed her hairy pussy to the mirror. As she
looked at it, she imagined how it would feel. Sharon
would approach from her left. As their bodies met and
rubbed together, the skirt would part and her blouse
would open. Her naked breasts and cunt would meet
Sharon's, for just a fleeting few seconds. What would
Sharon be wearing? Joanna had a feeling that it would
be something ... convenient.
Joanna touched her pussy with her finger. She rubbed
her labia and felt the sensitive fleshy knob of her
clitoris. Her other hand found her breasts and she
rubbed them, stroking the nipples with the palm.
Just then she heard the outer door opened.
Embarrassed, she let her skirt fall down and bent over
the sink. The inner door opened and a woman she knew
only in passing walked behind her and into a stall.
She dried her hands and left the ladies room.
Her jacket held in front of her, with her purse
suspended from her shoulder, she boarded the subway
car. The usual dense knot of people impeded her
progress, but she made it to the desired spot and
grabbed the pole.
Then some idiot of a gentleman offered her his seat!
She looked at him, then said, "Thanks, but I've been
sitting all day. I'd really rather stand."
He looked a little surprised, but nodded.
Joanna turned around to face the end of the car. My
God...there she was! She looked at the dark-haired
woman as the car started to move.
Sharon was wearing a long dark skirt, and it too was a
wraparound number. Her legs were bare, and she had
short-heeled sandals on her feet. The toenails were
painted the same dark shade of red as her fingernails.
On top, she had on a light blue blazer, with four
buttons fastened. Joanna was pretty sure that nothing
was under it.
They looked at each other across the crowded car.
Joanna smiled and raised her fingers to her lips. She
blew a little kiss.
Sharon returned the gesture. Then she reached down
and slipped the edge of her long skirt a little to the
right. For one quick second, an expanse of creamy
thigh met Joanna's gaze.
Joanna, blissfully uncaring of the who might be
looking, lowered her jacket to reveal her chest. She
looked up a bit, then pulled the front of her blouse
two inches to the right for a three-count. The inside
curve of her right breast was visible.
Sharon looked at Joanna and licked her lips. She
undid the top button of the blazer and flared the
lapels. An inviting shot of cleavage made Joanna want
to rush over to her and fall to the floor in her arms.
They played their little game of display and
concealment for the next few minutes, carefully
choosing the angles so that as little as possible was
shown to the other commuters.
The brakes started their screeching sound as the car
slowed. Here it comes, Joanna thought. Body to body,
skin to skin. Her nipples were erect under the sheer
blouse, and she knew she was becoming moist.
The crowd at Sharon's end of the car surged forward,
carrying her along. Joanna angled her body so that
the sweet collision would be a perfect meeting. She
put her left hand up to the center of her blouse. She
lowered her right to the edge of her skirt.
Sharon kept her eyes on Joanna as she moved closer.
Her hand undid two more buttons on her blazer. Just
before they met, she slipped the final button. The
lapels of the jacket moved the side and Joanna could
see the bare skin all the way from throat to
waistline, and the curve of her perfect breasts.
As the crowd moved towards the door, the two women
were thrown together again. Under the cover their
bodies, Joanna pulled the center of her blouse apart
and drew the edge of her skirt to the right. Her
naked breasts made smooth contact with Sharon's
globes, and she felt the stiff nipples actually touch.
She gasped, her face trying to maintain a neutral
expression. She dared a look down and saw Sharon's
dark rigid nipples slide along the top of her breasts.
Sharon had also adjusted her skirt just before their
lower bodies came together. She stared intently into
Joanna's eyes they felt their pussies meet for the
first time. Joanna felt a thrill like she had never
known. To think that she was doing this, rubbing her
cunt against another woman's hairy mound, on a crowded
subway car in Manhattan.
They had a few seconds at most. Instinctively, Joanna
reached around Sharon, her arm snaking to her back
under the blazer. She pulled the woman's waist
forward, and they bucked their hips inward, pressing
their labia together. They bumped their pussies into
each other on the crowded car, all the while staring
into each other's eyes. Joanna felt that if they had
maybe twenty seconds together like this, she would
come. She would come screaming in pure joy.
But of course it was not to be. As Sharon's wonderful
body slipped away, Joanna made as hasty rearrangement
of her breasts and skirt. Then she felt Sharon's hand
touch hers. Something was placed there. She clutched
it and watched as Sharon moved away.
Again, she was so grateful that the seat behind her
had emptied. She fell back onto it. She opened her
hand. In it was a small plastic rectangle and a scrap
of note paper.
The words on the plastic card key said, "Carlton
Hotel, 25 West 66th, Room 232." She unfolded the
note. Small pleasurable spasms twitched along her
thighs. The note said simply, "7 PM. Dare we?
Sharon."
Joanna shivered. She knew that she would be there.
She doubted that she would ever have the opportunity
again for such a rare and powerful sexual adventure.
She would rendezvous with Sharon and they would fuck
each other like never before.
The train started off again. She whispered to
herself, "We're going to do it ... naked ... my cunt to
yours..." She closed her eyes and hugged the jacket to
her bosom, relishing the sweet throbbing ache of her
hungry sex.
When she left the train, she got her cell phone from
her purse and selected the number for husband's
office.
"Hi, sweetheart...yes, I'm fine...listen, some of the
girls and I are going out for a drink and bite. I
won't be home until late. Okay?...Okay, see you later,
babe." She ended the call.
She went up to street level and found a cocktail
lounge. She sat at the bar and sipped a martini, and
glanced at her watch. The chilled drink eased her
nervousness a bit, and eventually her watch made it to
6:40. She left the bar and with a little bit of luck,
flagged down a taxi. She got in and gave directions.
The ride took 15 minutes in the heavy traffic and
Joanna felt every one of those minutes.
The butterflies in her stomach started up again when
she looked out the cab window at the hotel. She
handed the driver a five and two ones, and left.
"Here I go," she said to herself. Still holding the
coat in front of her chest, she entered under the red
canopy, the door being held open by a old doorman.
She walked into the hushed quiet of the lobby. She
saw the banks of elevators to right of the
registration desk, and walked with a deliberate pace
towards them. She felt that everyone in the lobby
knew what she was here to do.
"Nonsense," she thought. She punched the elevator
button and waited for a car. The door on her right
slid open and she entered it. No one else came on the
car. She touched the 'two' button.
What would it be like? Naked, with Sharon. Her
breasts on mine, our legs entwined and our pussies
locked together. Oh, god...
And then the elevator door opened and she started down
the carpeted hallway in the muted lighting. And then
she was standing in front of 232.
She took the card key and inserted it into the slot.
The green light came on. She pushed the handle of the
door and it started to open. There was a dim light on
the carpet.
She went into the small foyer of the room. Joanna saw
no one for a second, and then Sharon appeared from
around the corner.
Sharon said in a soft voice, "I knew you'd come...I just
knew it." She was still wearing the long dark
wraparound skirt and unbuttoned blazer. She was
barefoot.
Joanna dropped her purse and jacket on the floor. She
said, "I had to. I had to know... I just had ... oh,
sweet god, kiss me!"
Sharon rushed forward and they were in other's arms.
They kissed again and again, at first hard and
demanding, then soft and inviting. They held each
other in a strong embrace, never wanting to let go and
their bodies seemed glued together. They made soft
whimpering sounds as they kissed, their tongues
meeting in wet delight. They ran their hands up and
down each other's backs and buttocks, eager to touch
and feel.
Sharon pulled her mouth back an inch and said
throatily, "Oh, god...I want you now!"
She pushed forward and Joanna felt back fetch up
against the door she just came in. She grunted once
in quick surprise, and then she felt Sharon's crotch
against hers. Sharon pulled the lapels of her jacket
aside and Joanna opened her blouse. Their naked
breasts slapped together. Joanna spread her legs
apart, and reached down to part her skirt. Sharon
frantically did the same to her skirt, and then thrust
her pussy forward and met Joanna's in a shocking bolt
of pleasure.
Both women cried out in lust. Sharon pumped her hips
in and out, shoving her cunt into Joanna's welcoming
mound. Joanna, her mouth an open O, grasped the back
of Sharon's neck with one hand and her ass with the
other. Her eyes were closed and her head bounced on
Sharon's shoulder as the dark-haired woman pushed her
wet pussy onto Joanna's.
Joanna's rear end was pounded into the door, and she
felt her breasts and erect nipples mashed against
Sharon's breasts. Her clit was tight stiff rod of
hypersensitive flesh, awash in a sea of slick juices.
It met Joanna's aroused bud in jolts of raw sensation.
The labial lips splayed outward, allowing even more
honeyed liquids to issue from their vaginas. Their
cunts made an arousing wet splat as Sharon fucked her
in an ever-increasing rhythm.
Their voices rose as their hunger for release mounted.
Sharon bucked her hips faster.
"Ahhhhh.......ohh.......oh jesus! Now! Now ! NOW!" Sharon
ground her cunt into Joanna's, and their clits tangled
together. Joanna howled as her orgasm consumed her.
Sharon keened her climax, and their pelvises rocked
with the contractions that started in their vaginas
and spread outward. They shuddered and held onto each
other in a fierce embrace as the erotic spasms racked
their bodies.
The sexual eruption finally ended. Their breathing
eased and Joanna straightened out her legs. She felt
a pleasant tingling in her breasts and sopping vulva.
She lifted her head back from Sharon's shoulder. They
looked at each other, then kissed softly.
Joanna whispered, "I hope this room is soundproof."
Sharon giggled, "Oh, me too! I think we could have
awakened the dead." She then moved apart from Joanna,
finally letting her up from where she been pinned so
thoroughly. She backed up, extending her hand.
Joanna smiled and took the proffered hand. She
followed Sharon into the hotel room proper, a nicely
furnished area with a huge bed. They stopped,
standing beside a large easy chair. They looked at
each other. Sharon's blazer hung open on one, side
showing a round breast with the dark nipple. The
waist of her skirt was askew, and one lissome leg was
visible from thigh to foot.
Joanna's sheer dark blouse gaped, and both of her
breasts filled the opening, pink nipples still at
attention. Her floral print skirt flared apart.
Sharon said, "I never dreamed it could be so
wonderful. I never dreamed it could happen like
this."
Joanna said, "To think... a once-in-a-billion encounter
in a subway car could lead to this. I am so grateful
that you had the courage to ... to ..."
"To give you that look, that first time?" Sharon
shook her head. "I have no idea what came over me.
I've never been with a woman before. But when we were
thrown together like that, something inside of me ...
woke up. So I took a chance. And I almost fainted
with excitement when you were there the second night."
Joanna unbuttoned the remaining two buttons on her
blouse with deliberate pacing, watching Sharon. "I
was scared. I was scared you would be there. And I
was scared you wouldn't." She finished with the last
button. She opened the edges of the blouse and then
worked the sleeves off her arms.
Sharon matched her with the blazer. Both tops dropped
the carpet by their feet. Joanna took that time to
kick off her shoes. They stood in front of each
other, naked to the waist, arms at their sides.
Sharon said, "Tomorrow morning I go back home. I
gambled everything on what I could sense about you.
It had to be tonight."
Joanna nodded. "Or not at all."
Sharon stepped forward. "If you never try, you always
lose."
Joanna held her arms out. "Oh, thank you, darling,
for trying!"
Again the women embraced, their now fully unencumbered
breasts meeting in warm tenderness. They kissed
sweetly, allowing the passion to build from slow
warmth. The initial frenzied need had been met. Now
there was time for discovery.
Joanna let her hand drop to Sharon's waist. She found
the catch to the skirt and snapped it. Sharon laughed
and moved back. The skirt fell and draped around her
ankles. She lifted her leg and stepped out of the
dark crumpled material and stood naked before Joanna,
who drank in the beautiful sight. Joanna saw the
jet-black tight curls at Sharon's crotch, and her mind
reeled.
Sharon reached over and slipped the fastener on
Sharon's skirt. Flowers descended and the long lovely
legs came into view, along with the light brown
abundant triangle of her pussy, with the plump labial
lips shadowed beneath.
"God, you are so lovely," Sharon breathed.
"You are a dream, my sweet baby."
Joanna held out her hand this time. Sharon took it.
They walked the few steps to the bed and fell into it.
Sharon scooted back to the center and reached behind
her to grab the covers. She pulled them off and
Joanna helped push them to foot of the bed.
Sharon reclined, her head on a large pillow. She
parted her legs and opened her arms. Joanna slipped
into the welcoming embrace and they kissed, their
mouths opening. Their legs entwined and they rubbed
together in sinuous grace, tasting as much as possible
with their sensitive skin. Their breasts again slid
together, hard nipples a perfect counterpoint to the
pliant flesh.
Joanna positioned her pelvis to fit within Sharon's
open legs and started a slow up-and-down oscillation.
The tight curls of her pubic hair bristled as they
brushed against Sharon's thick snatch. She felt her
labia swell with desire and lubricious juices start to
seep from her vagina. Her clitoral shaft stretched
and became rigid, the pink head shining.
They kissed again, with greater need. Sharon took
Joanna's head between her hands and ran her fingers
through the light brown hair. Their tongues explored
each other's mouths, dancing in and out and dueling.
Sharon arched her back in ecstasy, seeking to maximize
the pussy-to-pussy contact. Joanna pushed down,
straining with effort.
Joanna lifted her torso up and straddled the dark
haired woman. She sat astride Sharon's hips, her legs
folded on the sides, and bounced up and down in a
carnal beat. Joanna looked down at Sharon and smiled
at her. Sharon's eyes met hers, and she said, "Oh,
yes, baby, ride me...God, that feels so good...Oh, sweet
heavens!"
Sharon stretched her arms up to Joanna's bobbing
breasts. She palmed them and squeezed the supple
globes, tickling the nipples. Joanna moaned and
pulled her own hands over Sharon's, increasing the
sweet pressure. Then they interlaced their fingers
and gripped their hands together as Sharon increased
the tempo of her erotic ride. Their cunts ground into
each other at each downbeat, and their labia
mushroomed and pulsed with ringing sensation. Their
strumming clits met and danced in a bubbling pool of
juices.
Sharon cried out, "Ahhhhh! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!
For the love of God, fuck me!"
Joanna fell forward and Sharon lifted her legs and
spread them wide apart. Joanna pistoned her hips down
and Sharon grabbed her buttocks and yanked them down.
Joanna's clit slid into Sharon's open cunt and ground
into the dark haired woman's stiff bud. Both women
screeched as the simultaneous orgasm swept into and
over them, their faces contorted with raw lust. Their
bodies danced in a paroxysm of uncontrolled seizures,
and they sobbed in great gulps as they clutched and
held each other. The contractions in their vaginas
splattered their fluids together. The emotional
upheaval sent tears coursing down their cheeks.
For several minutes, they were locked together in
perfect embrace, holding on to each as their hearts
slowed and breathing eased. They slipped into the
warm afterglow of their joining. They kissed and
caressed each other.
Joanna said, "I'll never forget you."
Sharon replied, "Nor I you, darling."
Eventually, Joanna had to leave. Although she never
saw Sharon again, she does have one interesting
memento of the remarkable passion they shared.
Every time she steps on a subway, she gets horny.
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