Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2007 06:53:31 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: An Educated Tongue

Jill and Diane got off the elevator and headed down the hall toward their
room. They had been sent to the conference by their employer. Both were
executive assistants but had very little to do with each other in
performing their day to day jobs. The company, chiefly their respective
bosses, had decided that it would be a good team building exercise to have
the women share a room while attending the three days of workshops and
seminars covering various tasks they both performed on a regular basis.

They were both twenty five and had joined the company four years earlier
after completing college secretarially courses at different institutions.
Within the first year they had both demonstrated the intelligence, common
sense as well as clerical skills to be put on the fast track. It definitely
had not hurt their meteoric rise that they were both very good looking and
well built. Jill was slightly taller at five foot six with a fairer
complexion and golden hair. Diane had olive skin and auburn hair. Both had
substantial busts and tiny waists. Though physically similar in many ways
their personalities were quite different. Jill was a fun loving out going
party girl, while Diane was much more reserved and introspective.

Jill swiped the key card through the slot in the door latch and pushed the
door open. This was the second time the girls had been in the hotel
room. The first had been just to drop their bags off before they rushed
down to the meeting room for the opening session.

"I'm going to take a shower" Jill announced as they entered the room "Why
don't you take a look at the pamphlets and figure out where we're gonna go
for dinner."

"Sure" Dianne responded, placing her purse on the writing table and opening
the drawer. She quickly found a list of local restaurants in the
information folder and heard the shower start running as she browsed the
list. There was a good variety of cuisine listed. Dianne focused on a
couple that offered Mexican fare and looked like they were only a couple of
blocks away. Tossing the portfolio on the table, she picked up the TV
remote and switched it on. Slipping off the jacket of her blue business
suit she hung it on the back of one of the chairs and flopped on the double
bed nearest the TV cabinet. Pulling her knees up and resting her head on
her bent arm she aimlessly flipped through all the available
channels. Returning to one of the talk shows she put the remote aside.

The show had just started. It appeared that the topic had something to do
with lesbian relationships. The host was asking some woman about leaving
her husband to live with another woman. Dianne watched with mild interest
as Jill emerged from the steaming bathroom wrapped in a white hotel towel.

"How do you feel about Mexican tonight?" Dianne asked, taking in the
blonde's towel clad form.

"Sure" Jill replied standing in the doorway rubbing her golden locks with
another towel.

Dianne couldn't help noticing how Jill's breasts moved around under the
towel in response to her arms being above her head drying her hair. She was
ashamed of herself when she felt a little twinge between her legs. The
towel was barely long enough to cover her blonde roommate's butt. With her
arms above her head like that Dianne thought she almost caught a glimpse of
Jill's pussy peeking out of the bottom. Giving herself a mental slap she
turned back toward the television.

"What are you watching?" Jill asked as she plopped herself down carelessly
near the pillows of the bed Dianne was reclining on. Out of reflex Dianne
looked at the woman who was speaking to her and found she was looking
directly at Jill's neatly trimmed bush since the bottom of the towel had
flipped slightly open and her co-worker was sitting with one leg bent at
the knee and the other still hanging off the side of the bed. Dianne felt
sure she must know she was exposing herself but she didn't seem to
care. Quickly turning her head back toward the TV Dianne replied, as
casually as she could,

"It's got something to do with lesbians." Dianne shuddered a little as she
said the word. There was a pause as both women watched the small screen
where two women were explaining to the host how they had become lovers
after meeting in a grocery store.

"Have you ever made out with another woman?" Jill asked

"No!" Dianne replied quickly "have you?"

"Yeah, I did it a few times in college" Dianne hoped Jill hadn't heard her
little gasp; after all who was she to judge. "Have you ever thought about
it? You know, fantasized." Jill continued. Dianne felt the heat rising up
her neck and she knew she was blushing. She had looked at other women and
thought about what it would be like to touch their soft smooth flesh, and
have their gentle little hands touch her but she was far too shy to admit
it. She focused on the TV trying to fashion a response. Out of the corner
of her eye she noticed that her room mate's hand was now resting on her
crotch. Dianne turned her eyes enough to see that Jill's middle finger was
slowly stroking the soft folds of her labia. Completely flustered and
unable to come up with anything reasonable she finally said,

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? You must know what you fantasize about."
Dianne kept her head turned toward the talk show but her eyes were watching
Jill's finger slide between her full lips up to the first knuckle and move
up to the large looking hood that covered her pleasure center. Dianne was
shocked as the first stirrings of arousal tickled between her legs. Still
trying to figure out what to say, she watched Jill retract her clitoral
hood exposing the hot pink pea sized organ. Jill's finger extended downward
again between those pliable lips and collected some of the juice that was
beginning to emerge from within the dark recesses. Moving upward again he
finger carried its load of lubricant and smeared it on the stiff love
button. Only a few seconds had passed since this conversation started but
to Dianne it seemed like a long time. Everything seemed to be happening in
slow motion. She felt her nipples stiffening inside her bra and the tickle
between her legs was becoming much more forceful. She felt her pussy
swelling and knew her own lubrication had begun to flow.

"Come on Di' admit it! You've wondered what it would be like to have
another woman eat your cookie." Saying this Jill extended her leg so that
it made contact with Dianne's thigh just below the hem of her short
skirt. The shy brunette flinched at the contact, but did not move
away. Jill's foot began a slow caressing motion on Dianne's upper thigh.

"This one girl, Brenda was her name, got me started with women. I learned a
lot from that dyke." Jill said as her foot worked its way higher so it was
now under the hem of her room mate's skirt. The soft painted toes made
contact with the smooth warm bare flesh above the lacy top Dianne's
garder-less hose. Jill's foot felt cool against her burning skin and again
Dianne did nothing to dissuade the advancing invasion. Jill rotated her
ankle so her toes were now stroking the inside of the thigh.

"You'd be amazed at what an educated tongue can do! Brenda ate my pussy
like no man ever could. When she sucked my clit the first time I came so
hard I thought I was going to explode!"

The erotic statement coupled with the caressing toes forced a deep moan
from Dianne's core. Emboldened by the reaction Jill slid her foot even
higher until it contacted the silkiness of her victim's panties. Dianne did
dare look at the blonde's face. She was sure her tense expression would
betray her arousal. It didn't matter. Jill's toes made contact with the
crotch of Dianne's underwear and she sighed;

"My God Di, you're so wet!"

With the toes now pressing very close to her pleasure center, Dianne
surrendered to the awesome sensations. She allowed her head to turn fully
toward her unlikely lover. Jill had loosened the fold holding the towel
over her breasts and laid it completely open. She was now using three
fingers of her right hand to make firm circular motions at the top of her
vulva while her left hand was squeezing and pulling her right nipple; all
the while pressing on Dianne's seeping mound with her left foot. Suddenly
in a very agile move she rose to her knees she very lightly pushed on
Dianne's shoulder. The brunette offered no resistance in being knocked off
her supporting arm and onto her back. Jill swung her right leg across the
prone woman and sat completely naked straddling her hips.

Dianne looked up at the smiling face of her blonde room mate as Jill said
"I'm gonna make you feel sooo good!" With that she began to work the
buttons of the brunette's blouse.

Looking down as the nimble fingers released one button after another,
Dianne watched as the lacy white bra encasing her twin beauties came into
view. Raising her eyes she watched the very subtle jiggle of Jill's boobs
as the blonde concentrated on her task. Trying to block the nagging
conscience that kept telling her that this was wrong, and that she should
stop it right now, she concentrated on the details of the woman's
chest. She noted that there was no tan line; telling her that Jill
sunbathed topless if not altogether nude. There were tiny freckles below
her collar bone and above the round firm up turned breasts. The right
nipple was very stiff and protruding compared to the left, a remnant of the
squeezing Jill had just finished giving it. Dianne was getting an impulse
to grab and squeeze the soft flesh dangling so close to her face.

Jill opened the blouse, and with a mischievous smile forced her hand under
Dianne's back, searching for the hooks holding the bra in place. This of
course brought her tit within a tongue's space of Dianne's mouth. The
brunette stuck her tongue out contacting the pliable right nipple which
immediately began to stiffen. Jill emitted a sweet little groan and ground
her pelvis down on top of Dianne's, but continued to search out and
unfasten the hooks of the other woman's bra.

After her initial tentative contact Dianne sucked the firm cap of Jill's
boob between her soft lips and gently applied her teeth. Jill squealed at
the unexpected pleasure. Grasping the shoulder straps she pulled back up on
to her knees taking the only thing between her and Dianne's heaving breasts
with her. The action pulled her nipple out of the prone woman's mouth with
a soft pop. Tossing the lingerie aside She looked down at the slightly pan
caked boobs with their semi erect tips.

"You have such beautiful breasts." Jill sighed. Reaching down she pushed
the firm full melons together creating over four inches of
cleavage. Rotating her thumbs around she teased the nipples to almost their
full extension. It was a good thing that Dianne's skirt had flipped up
above the waist band of her white bikini panties. Jill was grinding her
pussy against the woman under her. If the skirt had been in between all the
girl juice from both sides would have made an incredible mess of it.

"Now I'm gonna take your panties off and eat your pussy." Jill
whispered. She slithered down Dianne's body dragging her tits across the
soft flesh of her abdomen; a little friction over the crumpled skirt then
on to the soft wetness of the upper thighs. Letting her knees slip over the
side of the bed Jill's knees arrived on the floor between Dianne's open
legs. Jill gripped the waist band of the tiny panties and started pulling
them down.

"You're gonna have to help" she said. Obediently the brunette bent her legs
putting her heels on the bed which allowed her to get her knees together
and raise her hips off the bed spread. Jill tugged the soggy silk up the
thighs, over the knees and down the calves of her cooperative
conquest. When they slipped over the delicate painted toes she dropped them
to the floor. Reaching under Dianne's bent legs she wrapped her arms around
the girls thighs bringing her shoulders almost up against Dianne's
butt. Her hands now coming down from the top she used her fingers to pull
the woman's slick labia apart exposing her ultimate treasure. Jill, who had
some experience with these things, was amazed at the size of her room
mate's clitoris.

The size of a marble it protruded from under its protective hood and shone
wetly. Jill inhaled deeply the girl's sweet musky aroma. She plunged her
tongue as deep as she could into the flooded love tunnel. Dianne let out a
deep guttural groan and thrust her hips toward the invader. The action
caused Jill's upper lip to collide with the enormous clit. A rocket of
pleasure launched from her pounding pussy that exploded in Dianne's
head. The sensation was too intense so her hips recoiled then thrust
forward again. The convulsions repeated four or five times as Jill held on
to the woman's pumping hips. Jill adjusted the position of her mouth
slightly so she was able to capture the pulsating pleasure bud and suck it
greedily. Dianne's hands seized her own breasts squeezing and pulling.

When Jill felt the first spurt of ejaculate hit her chin, she released the
clit and opened her mouth wider to receive the precious fluid. The second
and third spurts were not quite as powerful as the first, but Jill managed
to reach out with her tongue and capture them. Dianne was, by this time,
was reduced to quivering and moaning "Oh my God!" over and over. Jill
diligently lapped up all of the dripping cum and lubricant. The continued
stimulation of her vulva sent delirious little after shocks to Dianne's
brain.

Finally raising her head Jill panted; "Wow, Dianne I don't think I've ever
seen anybody cum that hard!" Dianne was too spent to respond, she just lay
there still holding her breasts and trembling. Jill rose from her kneeling
position between her room mate's legs and deposited her over stimulated
naked body beside her exhausted partner on the bed. Gently stroking the
brunette's slightly damp hair she whispered "You see what I mean about an
educated tongue?"