Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 21:21:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sally 34 <sally34uk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: A Day at the Races

A Day at the Races
By Sally

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A Day at the Races

Ruth was feeling a bit guilty that she was enjoying
herself so much.  After all, she'd left poor Mark at
home to look after the kids at the weekend while here
she was, having fun at the races!  Mark had insisted
that she went though.  He said a day away from them
would do her good and, besides, he looked forward to
having them all to himself so he could spoil them
without her looking over his shoulder.

It was Mandy who'd dragged her off to the races for
the day; otherwise Ruth would have had no interest
whatsoever.  Apparently Mandy knew one of the owners
of the horses and had got them good seats and passes
to get in and out of the stables.  Ruth was
apprehensive at first; unlike Mandy she wasn't at all
`horsy' but found herself enjoying the day
nonetheless.

Mandy was a colleague with whom Ruth got on very well.
 It was quite surprising really, Mandy was ten years
younger, single and an out and out lesbian, whereas
Ruth herself was straight and had been married for ten
years and had two children.  Mandy was the first
openly gay woman Ruth had ever known and at first she
was a little apprehensive around her.  Mandy had soon
put her at ease however and now they could chat about
almost anything.  Mandy seemed happy to hear about
Ruth's family and Ruth was fascinated by tales of the
lesbian singles scene and the `meat market' bars she
hung out in.  Although Mandy's stories were always
told in an amusing way, she sensed a certain
unhappiness about her single status.  Ruth felt sorry
for Mandy in a way.  Life was so much easier being
straight....

Ruth couldn't understand why Mandy hadn't found a
long-term partner.  She was amusing, witty and
ravishingly beautiful.  She was dark-skinned; although
British her parents were originally from a Pacific
Island somewhere.  She had black hair that she wore
long and although she was on the large side, she was
beautifully proportioned, with large breasts.

Although they often had lunch together, Ruth had never
been out anywhere with Mandy before and when she had
suggested `A Day at the Races' Ruth had been a bit
apprehensive, but had gradually come round to the
idea.

Now, sitting in the warm sunshine of a summer
afternoon she felt great.  She had not realised how
excited she would be about the betting and found
herself screaming for her horse to win.  Mandy smiled
over indulgently at Ruth whose eyes were glued on the
horses, her mouth open with excitement.

In-between races they had been getting topped up with
chilled Chardonnay from the bar.  Now, as they weaved
their way through the stands, glasses in hand, Mandy
stopped and asked Ruth to take a photo of her.

Ruth took Mandy's camera and posed her against the
stands.  There were a few people milling around behind
them.  When Ruth said, "Ready?" Mandy suddenly pulled
down the tight black top she was wearing, exposing her
breasts.  Ruth clicked the shutter and laughed.  Mandy
grinned back and pulled up her top.

"You'll get arrested for flashing!" Ruth exclaimed.

"Lucky me!  I wouldn't mind a night in the cells with
some young WPCs!"

Ruth laughed again.  Being with Mandy made her feel
young again.

"Now your turn," said Mandy, taking the camera from
Ruth.

"I'll only break your camera," said Ruth, who never
really liked having her photo taken, but posed anyway.

Mandy got the camera ready and then waited.  After a
few seconds, Ruth, bemused, said, "C'mon, get this
over with!"

"I'm waiting," replied Mandy.

Ruth looked around puzzled, "Waiting for what?"

"I'm waiting for you to flash me!" grinned Mandy.

"Oh no!  No way -- I'm a respectable woman remember!"
replied Ruth.

"C'mon," said Mandy, "I did it!"

Ruth looked around and felt a little awkward.  There
were far too many people around for her to be as bold
as Mandy had, but she did not want Mandy to think she
was a prude.  Being with Mandy made her feel young and
rebellious again; not flashing would remind her of
what she really was.

"Alright, alright, but not here -- someone will see!"
she finally said.

Mandy looked at her in mock consideration.

"OK, I'll let you off the hook -- down to the stables
and you better not wimp out!"


The stables were quiet but hot.  They were shady but
retained the heat of the day.  Once inside Mandy
turned to Ruth and said, "C'mon then."

But now there was no disguising the edge to her voice.
 Ruth had noticed that edge before; it was the sound
of a man's voice when he could not disguise he wanted
to have sex with you.  Ruth was suddenly acutely aware
of where she was and what she was doing; she was about
to expose her breasts to a self-confessed lesbian.

"Maybe this isn't such a great idea, hey Mandy?" she
said, trying to keep her tone even.

Mandy managed a grin, "Wimping out are we?"

"No, not at all, but you don't really want to see my
tits do you?"

"Yes," said Mandy her grin faltering, "Yes, actually.
I do."

Ruth considered this for a moment.  Mandy's honesty
caught her by surprise.  She was suddenly confronted
with the idea that Mandy considered her sexually
attractive.  In all her dealings with Mandy she had
never even considered this a remote possibility.  The
idea that she was attractive to another woman gave
Ruth a real jolt.  She hardly considered herself
attractive to other men after ten years of marriage
and children.  Ruth became aware of her own body, her
own breasts that Mandy was asking to see.

Ruth felt a sudden coyness now that Mandy saw her as
something sexual.  She sensed that their old
relationship had been suddenly turned upside down.
Maybe it was the Chardonnay and the heat but she found
it hard to think rationally about any of this.  Mandy
stood expectantly, camera in hand and now it was
totally up to her what to do next.  She was torn
between disappointing Mandy and leading her on
falsely.

Ruth turned her back to Mandy and undid the buttons on
her blouse, slowly and carefully, fingers trembling.
The very fact that what she was doing was turning
Mandy on was turning her on too.  By the time she
unhooked her bra and let her breasts fall free she
could feel how wet she was becoming.

She turned back to Mandy, hands on hips, breasts
thrust forward slightly and said, "Well?"

She was delighted to see how Mandy's eyes widened with
pleasure.  Her breasts weren't big but she was pleased
with them, especially as she had breast-fed both her
children.  Mandy put the camera to her eye and snapped
a pic.

"I'll treasure that one," she said.

Now Ruth faltered, she wasn't sure what to do next.
She began to feel stupid that she had exposed herself
to Mandy like this.

Mandy stepped forwards however, her eyes searching
Ruth's.  As she walked forwards she once again pulled
down her own top to expose her breasts too.  Ruth
couldn't speak.   Mandy stood directly in front of her
and then, putting her hands on Ruth's shoulders, drew
her closer.  Ruth felt their nipples touch each others
breasts and shivered; her nipples were painfully hard.
 Mandy moved her face closer to Ruth's.  Her lips
parted slightly and then she spoke.  "Do you want this
Ruth?" she asked.

"I... I'm not sure," replied Ruth.

She could feel Mandy's sweet breath on her face, her
deep brown eyes searching her face.

"God, you're beautiful," Mandy said.

Ruth felt overwhelmed by Mandy's words and more
importantly, the longing with which she said them.

"Do... do you want me?" she asked.

"From the moment I saw you," replied Mandy.

"But, you knew I was straight; you knew I was
married," said Ruth.

"I know," said Mandy. "But every lesbian dreams of
turning a straight chick, and I wanted you."

"I don't even know what to..." she began, but Mandy
hushed her mouth with her own.

Ruth closed her eyes and felt Mandy's full lips on her
own; she did not resist....

Nor did she resist later as Mandy gently pulled her to
the straw, cast off the rest of her garments and
proceeded to make love to her with a passion she had
not experienced since before she was married.  It did
not matter that this lover had no cock, she had
equally expert fingers and the passion to please her.
Ruth felt like a Princess being ministered to by a
loving subject.  She was hardly given the opportunity
to give back the pleasure she was receiving.  As her
fingers clutched tightly at the straw while Mandy lay
between her legs she heard the gentle sounds of horses
moving in the stables.  She opened her legs wider to
let her new lover please her as she wished...  for as
long as she wished....

END