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Subject: {ASSM} Moonlit Maize - Part 2 (ff, first time)
Date: Wed, 17 Dec 2003 22:10:04 -0500
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(c) 2003 Dale H. West (http://dalehwest.com)
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This is a work of fiction which involves characters who perform
acts which are not likely to ever happen in real life. This story
may use real places, but the people are entirely fictional. You
can tell this is not a story based entirely in reality because no
one worries about STDs or all the other things we really think
about when having sex. However, it would be nice if things could
happen like this...


Moonlit Maize - Part 2

In spite of the worry, Bennington was just too boring, and Jerry
was enraptured by the idea of doing something daring with this
woman who kept people's eyes on her until they lost track of how
many beers they had. To stop now, to even think about saying
"apples," was the furthest thing from Jessy's mind.

The door lock opened with a thud and Bronwen walked toward Jessy.
She took Jessy's hand in hers asking, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Bronwen." Jessy's voice was nearly failing her. She lifted
herself off the bar stool and, with her hand in Bronwen's allowed
herself to be led out the front door.

Bronwen kept hold of her hand as the door was locked for the
final time. Jessy heard Bronwen tug on the door handles to make
sure they were secure, then felt herself being pulled to
Bronwen's tricked out Honda Civic which was running and parked at
the curb right in front of the building. Jessy knew it had to be
close to 3am by now and it was unlikely anyone was on the streets
of downtown, much less watching them get to the car. Bronwen
opened the door and protected Jessy's head with her hand as she
helped her into the low car. The door closed behind Jessy, and a
moment later, she heard Bronwen open the driver's door and slid
into her own leather seat.

The car had purple lights on inside, which glowed enough Jessy
could see they were on through the cloth of her blindfold.
Bronwen put a P!nk CD in the player and turned up the music so
all Jessy could hear was the steady beat of the powerful music.

For a while, Jessy thought she knew where they were, as Bronwen
weaved around the streets of town. Soon, it only seemed like they
were going in circles, then Bronwen slowed, the car turned to the
right and Jessy could feel they were driving on gravel. The car
and stereo turned off simultaneously.

"Keep the blindfold on, Jessy." Bronwen ordered politely but
sternly.

"Yes, Bronwen."

"Is there anything you want to say?" Bronwen asked, hoping Jessy
wouldn't use the escape word just yet.

"No, not that I can think of."

"Okay, then. I'm going to come around and help you out of the
car. We are going to walk for a little bit. I am going to get a
box out of the back of the car and you will carry it. You will
not set it down until I tell you to do so. I will be behind you
as we walk and I will steer you with your shoulders. Once we get
to where we are going, I will give you the next set of
instructions. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Bronwen."

"Good. I'll be around to get you out in just a moment."

Jessy listened as Bronwen got out of the car, opened the trunk,
then came around to her door and helped Jessy out of the car.
Jessy was led to the back of the Civic, and held out her arms.
Bronwen lifted something out of the back of the car and put it in
Jessy's outstretched arms. It was a case of beer. Even after only
two months on the job, Jessy knew exactly what a case of beer
felt like, and it was no mistaking on this. It was still cold,
which meant Bronwen had taken it out of cold storage at the bar.

As promised, Bronwen turned Jessy around and, putting a hand on
each shoulder, directed Jessy where to walk. At first they walked
kind of straight and down a small hill, but then, every few feet
they turned one direction or another. Sometimes it seemed as
though they were retracing their own steps. It was quiet all
around them. On two different occaisions, Jessy could hear cars
pass within 100' on the road. It was obvious they were outside by
the smell of the air and the sound of crickets chirping. Ten
minutes later, Bronwen stopped them.

"Put the beer down."

Jessy complied. She could hear Bronwen open the case, then
removed and opened two of the beers. The pressure releasing as
they were opened was loud compared to their environment. She felt
Bronwen grab her right hand and place a cold beer in it.

"Drink up. It's Smirnoff Ice, your favorite." Bronwen was right.
It was Jessy's favorite choice when they could get away with
drinking at the bar. Danielle would often turn a blind eye so
long as there was no chance of anyone getting caught or ratted
on. But a whole case? The wrath of her new boss struck more fear
in her than the sound of cars driving close enough they should be
able to see the two young women.

As Jessy was reaching the end of her bottle, she could hear
Bronwen opening another pair of bottles. She felt the empty being
pulled from her hand and a new cold one put in its place.

"Drink this one too. When you are done drinking your second, you
may take the blindfold off. I will leave a message for you.
Follow the directions. I'll see you in a bit."

With that, Jessy could hear Bronwen pick up the case of beer and
walk away. She tried to swallow the cold, sweet beverage as
quietly as she could so she could listen to Bronwen's footsteps.
They walked away, but sometimes they sounded like they were
coming back, only to go away again. She heard Bronwen walk around
all different directions.

Trying to be quiet and feeling quite full from her first bottle,
Jessy drank as fast as she could so she could continue with
Bronwen's dare. On finishing her liquid hourglass she
triumphantly ripped off the blindfold.

She was in the middle of a cornfield! There was a small clearing
with paths leading off in three different directions. In front of
her was a six pack with only two bottles of Smirnoff and a note
stuck in-between the bottle necks.

Dear Jessy,

Welcome to Bronwen's version of country fun. You are standing in
the middle of the Apple Barn's cornfield maze. Your mission,
should you choose to accept it, is to find me at the rendevous
point. Look around. You will see something of mine. Follow my
trail through the maze. Bring the beer with you to keep yourself
refreshed!

Bronwen

The full October moon was lighting the sky, even making reading
the note from Bronwen easy. Only a few clouds moved through the
sky. Jessy slowly turned around in her spot, looking for
something of Bronwen's.

It didn't take long to notice Bronwen's bright white shirt hung
from an ear of corn on a stalk down one of the paths. Jessy bent
down and picked up her six pack and put her empty in it, then
walked down the maze path to Bronwen's shirt. She took it from
its hanging point and buried her face in the cloth. It smelled of
Sue Z Cues - that same old beer and stale cigarette smell, but it
also smelled distinctly of Bronwen, sweet with a light perfumed
air. Jessy became heady from the scent and thinking about the
craziness of this country dare.

The path continued for a while until there was a place to either
continue straight or turn right. Jessy straind her eyes, looking
for Bronwen's next clue. Down the right hand path was an empty
beer bottle, so she followed that path until she could pick that
up. As she wandered around the paths, the full moon overhead lit
everything so brightly. The corn stalks stood almost 3 feet over
her head.

Every time Jessy came to a point in the maze where she had to
make a decision, Bronwen had left something just in her site: a
bottle opener - with a note telling Jessy to be sure to finish
her next two beers, Bronwen's bra, her skirt, three more empty
bottles, two wide leather bracelets and her thong. As Jessy
picked up the thong, and smelled it with her eyes closed, a
vision of Bronwen standing naked except for her pair of thigh
high fuck-me boots came clearly into Jessy's head. On opening her
eyes, the vision stood before her, smiling.

"I think you are a bit over dressed for running the maize maze in
the moonlight."

Jessy could only stare in admiration. Bronwen had a gorgeous
body. The corn stood taller than either of them. The passing cars
could not see this beautiful woman, she was standing there, only
for Jessy.

"Um, Bronwen, I'm not into girls," Jessy caught the words as they
came out of her mouth.

"Have you ever tried?"

"No."

"Did you like the maze?"

"Yeah, this is cool with the moonlight and all."

"Have you ever tried a cornfield maze before?"

"No, can't say that I have." Jessy knew where Bronwen's argument
was going from the start, but she needed the delay to have her
nerves settle some. "Is this what all country women do for fun
around here?"

"I don't know about ALL country women, but this one has always
loved running the cornfield maze in the moonlight after hours. It
is not every day, however, that I can get another beautiful woman
to join me. Why don't you put all that stuff down and let me show
you what else there is to be discovered when there's 'nothing to
do.'"

For a moment Jessy didn't move. How could she refuse? So she set
Bronwen's cloths down in the path along with her bottles and
walked towards Bronwen.

Bronwen waited patiently for her new friend to approach her. She
could see the arousal in Jessy's eyes, and smell her arousal - a
musky aroma which smelled distinctly of sex and grew stronger as
the clothed girl approached.

Bronwen kept her hands by her sides until Jessy was within an
inch of her body. Jessy looked down at Bronwen's ample breasts.
When she did, Bronwen reached down for one of Jessy's hands,
bringing it up and placing it on one of her globes.

"All mine, all real. Go ahead. Do whatever inspires you."

Jessy moved her hand around, and lightly shaped and squeezed
Bronwen's one breast than the other. With both hands she explored
even more, backing up so she could watch Bronwen's nipples rise
to attention as her thumbs rubbed over them. One part of her
brain kept telling her she was not a lesbian, but the other part
was listening to the feedback from her body whic was telling her
how phenomenally exciting and erotic this all was.

"Jessy?"

Jessy looked up at Bronwen's face.

"Stop worrying about whether you are a lesbian or not. I don't
think you are. You are a beautiful woman with a body that wants
to feel good. There's nothing wrong with that. Try to stop
thinking about all those things you have been taught over the
years and just listening to what your body tells you. I can see
you like this - and who wouldn't?"  Bronwen wrapped her arms
around Jessy's waist and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Jessy melted at the kiss. Her head swam with the words she was
hearing and the sensations she was feeling. She had to wrap her
own arms around Bronwen to keep herself from collapsing. In no
time her hands moved down to Bronwen's full round, naked ass. She
explored those globes as she had explored Bronwen's breasts
moments earlier. A long low moan came from deep inside her.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

Bronwen took the cue of Jessy's transformation and untucked her
shirt from her jeans. She let her hands explore up Jessy's back
and unhooked the back of her bra. Jessy's only response was to
move her hands in more directions, exploring and touching.
Bronwen interrupted Jessy's exploring for only a moment when, in
one smooth motion, she lifted her shirt up over her head along
with the bra. She leaned back from their embrace to admire the
porcelain, smooth skin of Jessy's body in the white light of the
moon.

Jessy's breast were evenly proportioned B cups, with small
areolas and perky nipples which pointed up to the starts. Bronwen
slid down Jessy's body, and knelt on the ground of the corn field
with the tops of her boots protecting her knees. Taking one
breast in her mouth she sucked strongly. With her hands, she rans
her fingers in and around the waist band of Jessy's jeans,
slipping them inside and hanging them from the front.

With her breasts receiving the most expert attention they had
ever experienced, Jessy dropped her head back in pure joy. She
held onto Bronwen's head, with its long, thick, blonde hair to
maintain her balance. She could feel Bronwen's hands exploring
around the top of her jeans and her mind pleaded for Bronwen to
go further. "Please..."

Bronwen stopped her ministrations on Jessy's perky breasts.
"Please, what, Jessy?"
"Please take them off. Please." Jessy's begging inspired Bronwen.

"Yes, my love, we'll take them off." Bronwen sat back on the
heels of her boots and unbuttoned Jessy's fly. Bronwen leaned her
face inside and inhaled deeply. Jessy swooned from the eroticism
of seeing this beautiful woman burying her face inside her jeans.
Keeping her face at Jessy's sex, Bronwen peeled the tight jeans
down from around her ass and thighs. Once at her ankles, Jessy
lifted one leg at a time so she could step out of her jeans.
Underneath she was wearing light cotton panties with small
flowers on them. Bronwen had left them on and now ran a finger
inside the leg band of one leg and then the other, brushing
lightly on either side of Jessy's swelling sex, then taking the
finger out.

"Can I have these?" Bronwen asked, tugging at the waistband of
Jessy's panties.

"Huh?" The question was unexpected by Jessy.

"May I keep your panties, love?" Bronwen clarified.

"Only if I can have yours."

"Of course you can have mine."

"Isn't it uncomfortable wearing a thong?"

"No, not at all. It makes me feel very sexy. You'd get used to
them if you wore them."

Bronwen pulled Jessy's panties down and off then pulled Jessy
down to be with her. Together they leaned in for a deep,
passionate kiss. If Jessy had any apprehensions remaining, they
disappeared with that kiss. Their tongues probed deep,
intertwining, exploring deep and dancing together.

Without breaking the kiss, they both fell down to the ground,
hands moving, grabbing stroking everywhere. Jessy found she
wanted to knead Bronwen's breasts more than anything else, while
Bronwen intertwined one hand in Jessy's hair and pulled at it,
and with the other, slipped two fingers between Jessy's legs,
easily sliding them past Jessy's very wet lips, deep into her
cunt.

Jessy broke the kiss first. "Uhung." Bronwen's fingers began
stroking in and out, curling forward against Jessy's g-spot. The
rest of what Jessy spoke was completely incoherent as Bronwen's
thumb joined in on a rhythmic thumping of Jessy's clit as her
hand moved back and forth.

As her first climax built and released, Jessy clenched Bronwen's
hand with her thighs so tightly, all Bronwen could do was wiggle
her fingers a bit, as the walls of Jessy's vagina contracted and
loosened, pushing out a stream of juices past Bronwen's hand and
down her own legs. Jessy buried her face in Bronwen's next,
moaning and muffling her screams.

After what seemed an eternity to Jessy, she finally loosened her
grip on Bronwen's hand and rolled back on her back exhausted.
Bronwen moved down to clean up Jessy's ejaculations with her soft
warm tongue.

"Oh, my god, Bronwen. I don't think I can handle that." Jessy
said as she realized what Bronwen was doing.

"You're not going to deny me this delicious evening treat, are
you?"

"No." Jessy sighed. "You did tell me it is better to give than to
receive when we started this dare. Is that true?"

"Hmmmm." Bronwen thought as she left trails with her tongue on
Jessy's thigh. "You know, now that you mention it, I might have
been wrong on that one. Think you might like to find out?"

"Mmm. Yes. I think I would like to do that. But..."

"But you've never even thought about doing it before tonight?"
Bronwen crawled back up next to her lover.

"Right."

"Well, don't worry. Most women just know how to make another
woman feel wonderful. I have a feeling about you, Jessy. I have a
feeling you will know just exactly how to give."

Jessy glowed at hearing her name come from the lips of her new
lover. With the encouragement, she slowly worked her way down
Bronwen's voluptuous body. She had to stop at those breasts and
pay homage to each one as she passed. She left a trail of light
butterfly kisses down Bronwen's abdomen, planting a special one
on Bronwen's piercing.

Bronwen lay back on the cool ground, first looking at the moon
and swearing the man in it had winked at her. She then closed her
eyes as her novice lover discovered and explored. The awe and
curiosity of virgins were thrilling to the more experienced
woman.

As Jessy reached Bronwen's dripping wet sex, something sparkling
caught her eye. Bronwen slowly parted her legs, and staring Jessy
in the face was a sparkling stud piercing the hood of Bronwen's
clitorous. Jessy stuck out her tongue and gently nudged the
jewelry.

"Ooohh." Bronwen let out a low moan.

Jessy was surprised at the sweet, light taste of Bronwen's juices
which she sampled from the stud. Her body suddenly craved more,
so she flattened out her tongue and ran it clean from as far back
as her head and the ground would let her, back up, over and past
Bronwen's jewelry back to her belly button piercing. What a
wonderful taste!! Jessy couldn't get enough of it so she worked
her tongue around the outside of Bronwen's swollen lips and down
the inside of her thighs to the tops of those high zippered boot.
Bronwen's shaved pussy was smooth enabling Jessy to lap at it
with pure abandon.

With Bronwen now clean of her juices on the outside Jessy knew
exactly where to get more and it dripped like honey from inside
Bronwen. Jessy plunged her tongue deep into Bronwen's cunt,
causing Bronwen to lift her hips high up off the ground.

"Yesssss... Jessssssy. You are... an pro...  fesssssion...  al...
 pusssssy llllick... er," Bronwen hissed in encouragement, trying
to hold back her orgasm as Jessy tongue fucked her pussy.

Bronwen's words only urged Jessy on faster. Jessy plunged her
tongue deep, then nodded up with her head as she came back,
rubbing the stud in Bronwen's clit hood with her nose. Now
kneeling in the dirt between Bronwen's legs, Jessy held Bronwen's
honey pot to her face by holding firmly to each cheek of
Bronwen's ass - trying hard to keep her face buried in the sweet
nectar.
Finally, Bronwen could stand it no longer, and with a long howl
at the moon, her orgasm ripped through her body, giving a flood
of sweet juices to Jessy. Jessy lapped and licked as fast as she
could, trying to keep even a drop of the precious fluid from
dripping to the ground.

Jessy was still lapping, searching for more as Bronwen came down
from her last few shudders of  tiny orgasm when Bronwen reached
down, cradling Jessy's wet chin and smiling face in her hand.

"Come here, love."

Jessy crawled over Bronwen's body and Bronwen wrapped her arms
around her co-worker and pulled her in for a hug. "See. You knew
exactly what to do."

The cool autumn air made its presence known to the two women as
the heat of their passion was whisked off into the field around
them. Jessy shuddered, and Bronwen began to feel the cold of the
damp earth beneath her creep into her bare skin.

They dressed in between kisses, Jessy donning Bronwen's thong,
while Bronwen tucked Jessy's cotton panties in her cleavage.

"You know, I think you are right about it being better to give
than receive, but I'm confused as to when I was giving and when I
was receiving."

Bronwen smiled a knowing smile.

Jessy looked around, the effects of her drinking and their sex
making her head dizzy. "How do we get out of here?"

"Don't worry, I know the way. Every fall I run through this maze
when the moon's out and the skies are clear. I could find my way
out with my eyes closed."

"I dare you to do that with me some time."
"I'll take that dare." Bronwen exclaimed, reaching out for
Jessy's hand.

"I don't think I could ever think of apples the same again.
Forbidden fruit?" Jessy pondered.
												
"A wonderful gift of knowledge, don't you think?"

Jessy just smiled back and the two wound their way out of the
cornfield maze together by the light of the harvest moon.

Read more Dale H. West stories at:
http://eroticstories.com/my/author.php?id=12314

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