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Irena

By Romany

(F/F, oral)


My life changed when I met Gary. Gary came to work in our office
to undertake a three month audit of our processes and procedures;
sent down from our area head office in Philadelphia. As the
personal assistant to our CEO, I was detailed to give Gary
whatever support he needed within our office. We hit it off
immediately and a relationship developed between us. Like me, had
been through a divorce some years earlier and had not found a
permanent relationship of quality since. He is an outgoing man
who loves to talk and to meet new people.  After his time working
as a consultant at my company in Baltimore was over, he went back
to his usual base in Philadelphia. We spent a lot of time
traveling to see each other.  On one trip to stay the weekend, he
introduced me to his friends from the racquet ball and tennis
clubs that he went to. I had found that it was easier to be
sociable in a circle of people where nobody really knew me. I
realized I was comfortable and confident around people who were
ostensibly strangers, and did not know me in a way as to be
overly familiar and take me at face value. When I watched Gary
play his sports, I realized why his body was so good, at the age
of 34.  He ran like a madman for every ball!

After matches, we often went to the bar at the club. One of
Gary�s friends had a girlfriend called Irena. Irena was Russian;
tall and vivacious with a wicked sense of humor and a keen
perceptive mind. When that relationship broke up, she continued
to come to the club although she did not play. She was taller
than me, and more strongly built.  Her cheekbones and dark eyes
showed her Russian ancestry.  She had short blond hair and a
wonderful pair of breasts.  I knew that she was attracted to Gary
and she confessed to me that this was largely why she continued
to visit the club. Yet I did not feel jealous of her, or
threatened by her attraction at all, as I felt that Gary and I
had something special. I also knew something that she did not
know; Gary would not cross the line of his friendship with
Irena�s former lover Adam. So despite Irena coveting Gary, he was
not about to return the attention she held for him, in a way that
would be seen to compromise his friendship with Adam.

One night, after we had been at the club, Gary turned to me in
bed.

 �Did you notice how Irena was looking at you this evening?�

�No. What do you mean?� I answered innocently but knowing he was
right in his observation.

�In that white tee-shirt you were wearing, it was very clear that
you had no bra. You mean that you didn�t notice how Irena kept
staring at your breasts?� he said somewhat skeptically.

Of course I had noticed.  I had tried not to pay attention to the
interests of other women but I knew ell that there was a place
within me that coveted female company more than I dared admit.
Once Gary had made me admitted his awareness of this, I did not
feel I had to disguise my observation of her obvious interest in
me; as he had expected it and in his own male way, relished the
fantasy it promised. It became more and more enjoyable to me that
Irena liked to look at me. I even had a dream about her. It was
erotic, although I could not remember any details in a lucid way,
after I woke up, yet I was very excited. I told Gary. The next
night, we lay in bed and discussed Irena. We talked about her
body, about what she would look like naked. Gary encouraged me to
think of what I could do to give her pleasure. At first it was
difficult to speak about the erotic interest I had had in various
women in recent times but eventually I conceded I had thought
about what it would be like kissing her, of caressing her and
making her excited. By admitting my fantasies openly with Gary,
it gradually became easier and more stimulating. I told Gary all
sorts of fantasies about her as he lay with his tongue deep
between vulva lips and kissing my clitoris.

Irena went away on holiday, and when she returned, she looked
fabulous. Tanned and lean, as if she had been very active. Gary
commented on that.

Then he said:

�If you invited her to the swimming pool, maybe you would see her
nude.�

The idea excited me, so without telling Gary, I followed up his
suggestion. When I told him that Irena and I were to meet at the
pool at his condominium that afternoon, he had another idea to
try.

�Will you let me shave you again? Don�t you think that Irena
would like to see you as much as you want to see her?�  he
suggested somewhat wickedly.

It was a great idea as far as I was concerned, and Gary shaved me
beautifully. Irena and I arrived at the pool. In the changing
room I was able to look at her body. When she took off her bra,
her breasts hardly moved at all, they were fantastic!  Her body
was tanned everywhere except for a small triangle on her lower
belly. That only made her mass of pubic curls stand out more. She
was so much a woman, physically. My pleasure at seeing her was
only reduced by a sudden concern about showing myself to her. I
was seized with a fear of seeming ridiculous and immature with my
shaven sex. I turned my back to put on my swimsuit. I reported
back to Gary, telling him my admiration for Nada�s voluptuous
body. Then there was a silence. I had to confess that I had not
shown myself to her.  I could feel that Gary was disappointed,
but not as much as I was.  I told him that I would expose myself
to her the next time it was possible.

Several weeks later, during my next visit with Gary, Irena rang
to ask if I would come with her to choose a dress for a dinner
party.  I told Gary and he raised an eyebrow at me. I nodded
furiously. On the morning when Irena and I were to go shopping, I
was in the shower when Gary came in, his razor and foam in his
hand.  The practice that he had had, made the process of shaving
me even more quickly done.

Then he said:

�I have something for you�

The �something� was a pair of knickers. They were small and
black, and the front of them was entirely transparent. When I put
them on, almost all the cleft of my sex was outlined through
them.  The material just made a little shadow on my skin.  I felt
very exposed, and already excited. The weather was hot, so I wore
my short skirt and a pale blue tee-shirt. I felt excited and also
a little nervous. This was still quite new to me. Only a few
months earlier I had been hiding my body, and now I was
deliberately going to exhibit myself!  We tried different shops,
but there wasn�t anything that really appealed to Irena. She was
about to abandon the search, when I thought of the store where I
had found my skirt. We went there and found the same saleswoman.
She remembered me and she greeted me by name. Her name was
Valentina and she was Romanian and her accent had the same
European-English lilt to it that Irena�s had. I explained to her
what Irena was looking for, and she produced several
possibilities. The one that Valentina and I agreed would best
suit Irena demanded that she take off her bra, or it would show.
While Irena did so, I stood with my back guarding the stall door,
and left just enough space for her to try it on.  Valentina had
entered the stall with us and was standing to the side of me and
also admiring Nada�s bare breasts. The dress looked fantastic on
Irena, and she bought it. While Valentina was wrapping it up, she
said that I ought to try one of the new dresses that had arrived,
just for fun. I resisted at first but then I thought it would
allow me to undress and let Irena see me, so I agreed, not
without a little trembling of excitement.

Valentina brought out a black dress. It was made of a material
with stretch in it, and so had no zip or buttons. The sleeves
were long and fitted, and the top had a high polo or turtle neck.
 The whole dress looked as if it would fit like a second skin.

�Not for you or me,� said Valentina to Nadia, �but for a slim
person like Claire it should look good. I can see that she
doesn�t wear a bra, so that�s good. In fact she really shouldn�t
wear anything at all under this dress�

I wasn�t yet used to people talking like that about me, and her
words gave me a shiver. I went into the changing room and closed
the door still not sure of how to show myself to Irena.  I took
off all of my clothes except my knickers and started to pull the
dress on over my head.  It was very tight-fitting. I had my arms
trapped in the sleeves, and my head inside the dress when I heard
Valentina speak:

�Can I help? Let me pull it down for you� I had not heard the
latch click but realized she was leaning in through the half
opened door. Irena, who was taller, was looking over Valentina's
shoulder.

I was very conscious that my breasts were bare and I could feel
her breath on them as she stepped in and pulled the dress down. I
knew also that she would be looking at my exposed sex. I felt a
little faint. The dress was on and I was about to let Irena, who
had replaced Valentina at the door, see it when Valentina said:

�Just a moment.  It isn�t quite perfect.�  I turned towards her,
curious to know what was wrong.  She lifted her hands and through
the thin material she pinched my nipples really hard, so that
they were totally erect and visible through the dress. She
stepped to the side, so that Irena would have the full effect.  I
nearly had an orgasm there and then, my knees were so weak. It
was true, the dress looked very sexy, but I also knew that the
price was beyond me.  I said so to Valentina, and she shrugged.

�It was worth it just to see you wearing it, so there is no
problem� she said dismissive of my concerns in favor of the
overall effect it showed of me.

She was disappointed when I asked Irena to help me to take off
the dress.  Irena exchanged places with Valentina who stepped out
and shut the door, and I raised my arms for Irena to remove the
dress.

�If you lift it from the bottom it should come off quite easily,�
I said, trying to remain calm.

She did so, and I heard her whistle softly as my sex came into
her sight through the sheer knickers

 �Is something wrong?� I asked.
�No wonder Gary is crazy about you, Claire. You are so perfect
and you look so alluring and erotic with your sex shaved" she
said in admiration.

I blushed at her words but in reality I was very pleased with the
effect I must have been having on her. I was still very warm from
the near orgasm I had when Valentina had pinched my nipples to
make them erect. I looked down at myself, almost demurely, and
then I spread my fingers inside the material on each of my upper
vulva lips near the pubis and this caused my sex to open,
revealing my clitoris.

"Gary loves keeping me smoothly shaven" I said, almost matter of
factly. But in reality she had touched a point of personal vanity
with me. Irena was staring at my open flower visible through the
material and without a word she dropped to one knee and I saw her
head move close.

"My god, I have gone too far this time" I thought. "She has taken
this as an invitation".

Indeed she had. I felt a fleeting wisp of her breath on my sex
lips as she pulled the knickers down exposing my sex, framed by
my own fingers, then her tongue darted onto the clitoris. An
exact and accurate assault which caused me to gasp loudly and I
stumbled back against the wall of the stall as if pushed by
someone, with one hand flung back to soften the impact of
collision. Irena quickly circled a hand around one buttock and
she was able to keep her orientation, despite my sudden retreat,
to keep her tongue squarely on my nubbin. I looked down at her,
and far from attempting to break this delicious impertinence, I
clasped her around the back of her head and gave her
encouragement. Her free hand trailed up the inner thigh of one
leg and she must have positioned her middle three fingers on the
upwards slide, as she penetrated inside the leg of the knickers
and into my thirsty hole straight and true, much as her tongue
had hit the spot without any reference moments ago.

She now had her three fingers buried in my soaking sex, as far as
the little finger and thumb (which were outside) would allow. Her
tongue was now dancing over my clitoris and I was gasping in
short breaths. I leaned my upper back and shoulders against the
side of the stall, pushing my hips and lower abdomen forward to
meet her, and brought my other hand up and began to tease a
nipple between my thumb and forefinger, with enough pressure just
to make it deliciously painful. The effect of Irena�s
ministrations and my own fondling instantly brought the onset of
a climax. That warm delicious ache from within the inner core of
my groin up into my womb which forewarns of the impending onrush
of orgasm. I started to jerk against Irena�s mouth and she
responded by making the tongue hard like a small member and
stabbed it hard against my clitoris, all the time she was pumping
her hand in and out of my vagina while her free hand held the
waist of the knickers below my crotch allowing free access to my
sex. I was wet, open and totally wanton for this that was
happening to me. I was now making little gasping crying noises as
the impending orgasm built and finally it hit me with the sweet
delicious release. I gasped three, maybe four times with long
exhales and deep rapid inhales as the physical effect of the
climax virtually took all the air from my lungs. Irena had me
gripped tightly with the one arm wrapped around my buttocks. I
finally gained some control of my body and emotions. I was now
becoming aware of exactly where we were and now I frantically
looked around, as if there was an audience in here with us. But
the walls were so thin and the top and bottom of the stall open
to the surrounding store, that any containment of the audible
response to the cunnilingus at least, was futile.

I finally gained full control of my faculties and Irena eased
back and looked up at me with a ring of moisture on her lips. She
smiled and deliberately licked her tongue around her lips. I had
one hand in her hair still and my other hand with the back
pressed across my forehead; like the universal damsel in distress
signal. I looked down, still breathing heavily and grinned back
at her. I had never before had any sort of sexual contact with
another girl or woman. This experience was so new and exciting.
The questions and observations Gary made about Irena admiring me,
and how I should respond, had been all speculative or
hypothetical based on nothing more than conjecture rather than
any based on any personal experience I had had of lesbian
encounters. I looked around the stall and made a face at her as
if to say "I wonder who heard us?� She chuckled under her breath
and stood up. She was a full head taller than me and she took me
in her arms I craned my face up to her as she kissed me
passionately. I thrilled at the touch of her lips and the warmth
of her breasts pressing against me.

She stroked my hair as she kissed me. I tasted my own sex juices
on her lips and she made point of ensuring I got the full taste
and aroma of myself by moving her open mouth around mine, while
probing with her strong tongue. I shuddered with the pleasure of
her kiss.  She finally broke the kiss and holding my chin she
whispered "Oh Claire. What I can do with you" and gazing lovingly
in my eyes she stroked my face. She added, "What we can do
together" as if to correct her earlier comment. I smiled,
somewhat embarrassed at her words. It is true I am an
exhibitionist at heart. The situation that had developed short of
the sex was entirely acceptable to my psyche. Even show-casing my
sex with my hands as I had was part of the overall me, fuelled by
the conversations Gary and I had about Irena. But her attack on
my sex and the expert way she had reduced me to a quivering mess
was one step beyond my usual sense of control and composure. And
I had responded and loved it. I smiled at her and weakly uttered
"many things" almost breathlessly in anticipation. Not knowing
what else to say. The trap had snapped close, only I was not the
hunter now. I had become the prey.

Our embrace and reverie in each others arms were Tinterrupted by
a soft rapping on the door. "Pardon ladies, is there anything
more I can do" asked Valentina from the other side. I looked at
the door to speak but Irena spoke first, still looking into my
face;

"No thank you Valentina. Everything is just fine now. The removal
of the dress went perfectly without a hitch and we will deliver
it to you shortly.�

I looked back at Irena. With these words Irena broke from me.

"We had better get you dressed again,� she said with a chuckle in
her voice.

I quickly rearranged my knickers which had been pulled askew by
Nada�s hand, and put on all of the clothing I was wearing when we
had arrived, and made myself presentable. Irena left the stall
with the dress while I was doing this and I heard her talking
with Valentina outside. I could not hear their words but they
were spoken in a low tone; I believe so I would not hear. When I
joined them, they were standing together with Valentina holding
the dress and she smiled warmly at me.

"Bravo� she said quietly and patted her hands together in silent
applause. I blushed from head to toe and glanced at Irena. She
shook her head and said "Not me" as a denial of the obvious
reference insinuated by Valentina's applause. "I fear you
telegraphed the entire neighborhood" and with that she and
Valentina laughed. I was standing like a schoolgirl who had been
caught flashing her knickers at the headmaster and was being
admonished by the head mistress. I allowed myself to chuckle
nervously with them and in a whisper; I apologized for my vocals
earlier.

"No no" insisted Valentina. You must enjoy the moment Cherie" she
added. And turning to Irena added "and this one is very
persuasive" and laughed softly. The two women exchanged knowing
glances.

"And, what of the boutique�s other patrons?" I inquired in a
hushed voice.

She waved her hand in a dismissive way.

"No problems. A few curious glances but no crisis or cause for
alarm" she chuckled.

I smiled weakly; hardly reassured my lesbian deflowering by Irena
was not a defacto public announcement.

"Come Claire," said Irena. "We still have more shopping to do.
Who knows what we might find for you yet," and she winked at
Valentina.

With that she took my arm as she bid Valentina adieu and I
trailed off with her, also bidding Valentina farewell as we left.

Out on the street Irena turned to me as we walked along, with our
arms linked.

�What are you thinking Claire?� she asked. "What do you think"
she corrected her meaning.

"I think�� I paused. �I think Irena that you and I should shop
together more often" and I turned and looked at her as we
strolled along. "But perhaps in future we can take several
garments home for approval. That way we can try them in many
combinations with our existing wardrobes, and see well if we are
suited to them".

I said this with a knowing smile and looked her directly in the
eye.

We walked along in silence for a few more steps when Irena turned
to me and said:

"Claire, do you think that sometime we could perhaps take our
garments to Gary's place for his approval also."

I looked back up at her beautiful face and replied:

"Oh yes Irena, but first we must try all combinations before we
are fully satisfied. And only then should we also seek Gary�s
approval" and with that we laughed and she deliberately bumped
our hips, almost as confirmation of our new intentions.

I smiled inwardly, feeling smug and self satisfied. Shopping with
Irena would be a whole new expedition of the senses. And I
couldn't wait to try on more clothes with her.

The End

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