Woman 2 Woman
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My name is Kara. I'm twenty-one, single and work in marketing
support for a high-tech computer company. I had to go to Las Vegas for
a four-day trade show, and at the end of the first day of standing in
heels talking to customers for ten hours, my feet and legs were killing
me. One of our sales reps, an attractive blonde from Seattle, asked
me if I wanted to share a cab back to the hotel. We had struck up a
friendship during the day, and I was happy to have her company.
Her name was Stephanie and she appeared to be a year younger than I
was. During our brief lunch break together, I found out that she was
divorced and lived on her own. She had been with the company for two
years and was very good at sales. While working the booth, I caught
myself admiring stephanie's shapely figure: her legs were long and she wore her
skirt about mid-thigh. She got a lot of second glances from the men
that wandered onto our booth. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue and
her blonde hair flowed to her shoulders. Between the two of us, we seemed
to spend more time turning down propositions for dinner than discussing
computer technology.
As the cab pulled away from the convention center and headed towards the
Vegas strip, Stephy said, "If I had one more guy hit on me today . . ."
"Tell me about it," I said. "Is getting laid the only reason these guys
come here?"
"I spend all my time fighting them off."
"I just want to get to my room and collapse," I said. "My feet are
killing me."
"I feel the same." Stephy brought her right leg up and took her high
heel off, rubbing her foot. Her long legs parted and her dress rode up
her bare thigh.
I'd kill for those legs, I thought, realizing I also saw a hint of her
black panties. I was very proud of my legs but seeing hers made me
determined to start working out again.
"Think I'll order room service," I said, trying not to be obvious that I
was staring. "That way I don't even have to go out again."
Stephy caught me looking and smiled. Then she said, "Hey, I've got an
idea. Why don't we order room service together? We'll get a bottle of
wine and just relax. It'll take our minds of the show."
"I love it," I said, intrigued with the idea of spending the evening
with this beautiful woman who gave me a more than casual glimpse at what
most of the men at the booth were dying to get at.
All the people from our company were staying on the same floor of the
hotel, so when Stephy and I got off the elevator and found that our rooms
were adjoining, we started laughing. "You didn't plan this, did you?"
she asked with a wink.
I wasn't sure what she meant, but it did make for a very convenient
evening. "I'll meet you inside," I said as we unlocked our respective
doors.
I tossed my purse on the bed, slipped my heels and pantyhose off,
removed my earrings and bracelet, and then went and opened the door
between our rooms. Stephy did the same on her side almost simultaneously
and we both laughed again. I really liked the way she smiled, it made
me feel warm and at ease.
"So what shall we have?" Stephy said. We sat side by side on the couch;
she placed her arm around my shoulders and leaned into me to study the
menu I held open in my lap. She had applied a subtle perfume before she
let me in her room, one that I didn't think she was wearing in the cab.
Was it just to freshen up or was it meant for me? Either way, the
delicate fragrance was enticing.
After scanning the selections, we chose a couple of Italian dishes and a
bottle Chianti. Waiting for the food, we relaxed and talked about the
show, the company, and life in general. I felt very comfortable with
Stephy and I thought she did the same with me. She told me about her
divorce and how she hadn't dated much since. While she spoke, she
brought her leg up, resting her foot on the edge of the couch. Again I
received an alluring view of the inside of her thighs and a hint of her
crotch. I assumed she was just relaxing and I tried not to stare as I
gave her the rundown on all my failed romances too. I had to admit I
was intrigued with what secrets might lay hidden just out of view.
The food arrived and it was delicious. We quickly killed the bottle of
wine and ordered a second. I don't drink much, and the alcohol went
right to my head. Judging from Stephy's silly giggles, it was having the
same effect on her too.
Finally, we just sat and stared out the window at the Vegas strip below.
"If my feet would only stop aching," I said. "I can't believe I've got
to endure this for three more days."
"I've an idea," She said and placed a gentle hand on the back of my
neck. "I used to work as a therapeutic masseuse. What if I give you a
massage? I guarantee I can make you feel better."
"Oh, that sounds wonderful." Despite the pain of my feet, I was
feeling very warm and relaxed from the wine. I figured a quick massage
and I'd be off to bed.
"Okay, but first, you've got to get comfortable," she said. "I want
you to strip down to your underwear."
"Just to do my feet?" I asked.
"Kara, I said I was a therapist. If I can make your feet feel
better, think what I can do to your legs, back and arms, all of you."
"This is sounding better all the time," I said, thinking how much I
needed to relax before having to do the show again tomorrow. Without
hesitating, I slipped out of my dress and blouse. Standing in my bare
feet with only my panties and bra, I turned around to find that Stephanie
had taken off her clothes as well. I couldn't hide my surprise as I
looked at her shapely body. She was more beautiful than I imagined.
Her skin was a flawless olive color, her breasts filling her black silk
bra fully. She wore string bikini panties that tightly clung to the
sexy bulge between her legs. So much so, that I could clearly see the
lips of her vagina through the thin material.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
"Sorry," I said, shaking my head. "I stood up too fast and the wine
made me dizzy." What was I doing? I thought. Here I was alone in a
bedroom practically naked with this beautiful woman and I was staring at
her crotch. Suddenly, my body was hot. I felt my face flush and the
unmistakable tingle between my legs. I couldn't believe I was becoming
aroused.
"Okay," she said, "lay down on your stomach.
It was a king size bed and I moved to the middle and rested my head on
my arms. I felt her climb on behind me and I closed my eyes and
wondered where this whole thing was leading.
"Now relax and breathe normally," she said. "Let me do all the work.
You just enjoy, OK?"
"You're the boss," I said as I took a deep breath.
At first I didn't think she was going to do anything at all. It was a
full thirty seconds before she touched me. Finally, she took my left
foot and started rubbing it, kneading the bottom and gently working the
tender flesh.
"That's really nice," I said, amazed at her ability to make the aches go
away so quickly. She massaged each toe and them my heel. It was
wonderful. Then she took my right foot and did the same, quickly
relieving the pain and replacing it with pleasure.
I was floating on a cloud, letting my mind drift with the warmth of the
wine and enjoying her gentle but firm touch. Then she went back to my
left foot. This time, she brought my foot up so my lower leg was
sticking up in the air, bent at the knee. I felt her scoot her body up,
positioning her bare legs on each side of my leg. The touch of her warm
skin against mine made me tremble. Next, she let my foot rest on her
chest, and with a surprise, I realized the top of my foot was touching
her naked breast. Now I knew what she had done in the thirty seconds
before she started. She had stripped naked.
Stephy positioned my foot so her nipple was resting on my big toe. As
she continued the massage, she swayed her body so her nipple gently
rubbed across the top of my toes and I could feel it grow hard. Then
she slid her hips forward until my knee was in her crotch. I felt
moisture on my skin and I gasped. I had never touched another woman
there in my life. She was wet and didn't seem to want to hide the fact
as she rubbed herself on me.
I felt my pulse quicken and my breathing increase. What was happening?
Should I stop her? Between the wine and her intimate touch, my body was
on fire. I didn't know what to do. I had never been intimate with a
woman before. I'd certainly thought about it from time to time, but
that was as far as it went--only fantasies. Did I want to keep going?
Was she seducing me? Planing to make love to me? Did she have any idea
how turned on I was? I was burning up with the forbidden desire to have
sex with her.
I opened my eyes and looked toward the dresser. In the mirror, I could
see Stephy doing this to me. Watching her was the sexiest vision I
had ever seen. Then she turned her head and looked into the mirror and
our eyes met. With one glance, I knew this had been no accident, no
spur of the moment idea. From the instant she had parted her legs for
me in the cab and shown me her forbidden fruit, she had planted the seed
of lesbian lust. The spider had its victim, I thought, and the victim
was dying a sweet death.
Her hips moved in a slow, sexy rotation as she ground her pussy into my
bent knee. I could hear her breathing increase and I felt her wetness
flowing out onto my leg. Then she slowed and moved my leg from between
hers. She leaned forward, and with the touch of a feather, she took the
top of my panties and slid them over my bottom and down my legs.
Slipping them off my upturned feet, she then spread my knees apart and
started rubbing the back of my calves and thighs.
As she worked her way along my legs, she bent over and I felt her warm
breath on my bottom. I watched her reflection in the mirror through a sexual fog,
knowing that I never wanted her to stop. She was electrifying my body,
setting me on fire. My desire for her was overwhelming.
Then she spread my legs wide and laid down between them. Her hot,
wet mouth moved down until she was softly kissing my pussy. I was about
to explode as the heat built between my legs. I couldn't wait for her
to put her tongue in me. My clitoris was throbbing, begging to be sucked.
The inside walls of my vagina quivered in anticipation of her entering me.
I could feel my juice flowing out. My heart raced. I closed my eyes
and let her take me to a place only two women can go together. As I
experienced the first lesbian orgasm of my life, I couldn't wait to hold
Stephy in my arms, smother her with kisses and spend the night making love.
And that's exactly what we did.
* * *
The next day at the show, I could think of nothing but her. As we
talked to customers or wrote up orders, we would sneak a smile or wink
at each other. Once, she was standing next to me, and over the noise of
the crowd, she leaned into my ear and whispered, "If you're not too busy
tonight, maybe we could get together and fuck each others brains out."
I hoped no one saw me turn bright red.
We found ourselves alone once in the small employee break room, and for
a delicious thirty seconds, we held each other tight and French kissed.
I adored the sweet taste of her lipstick, the allure of her perfume, the
softness of her breasts pressing against mine, and her hot breath as she
moaned my name. Another time, Stephy squatted down behind a counter to
get some brochures out of a drawer. When she saw me a few feet away
watching her, she slowly spread her legs and my eyes grew wide as I
realized she wasn't wearing panties.
"Are you trying to make me come right here?" I whispered to her a few
moments later.
"Of course not," she whispered back with a giggle. "I going to make you
come tonight after dinner. I just wanted you to see what you would be
eating for dessert."
Each day, we played our little sexy games all day keeping each other on
the edge of arousal; I have never been that wet constantly in my life.
Then we would rush back to the hotel to make love. One night, we
completely forgot to eat--food that is.
It was a tearful scene at the airport when we finally had to say goodbye
at the end of the week. We had made love that morning in bed and again
in the shower, and almost missed our planes. We spend our last moments
kissing in a stall of the ladies room. As we kissed, she reached
under my dress and caressed my pussy. "God, I'm gonna miss you," she
said.
"I'd die if I thought I wouldn't see you again," I said, holding her
tight.
"There's a trade show coming up next month in New York. Will you be
there?" she asked.
"Only if you will."
"I can't wait," she said, putting her finger down my underpants, working her
finger into me, and getting it wet. "Oh Kara, I want
you so bad."
"I know," I said, desperately wanting to make love to her again.
Then she said, "Promise me you won't fuck anyone between now and then.
Save every drop of you for me."
"I've already started," I said.
We headed for our planes, and as we hugged goodbye, Stephanie ignored
everyone around us and kissed me hard on the mouth. Then she whispered
in my ear, "I love you."
She broke from my arms and ran down the concourse. As she turned and
waved, I knew I was just as much in love with her, and couldn't wait for
her to be in my arms again.