Date: Wed, 1 Dec 2004 15:58:34 -0800
From: Jan 0 <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: London Fashions (Lesbian / Adult Friends, FF)

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                         London Fashions
                               By
                              Jan


	Life sucks.  You grow up thinking the most important
things in life are finding a man to marry and accumulate things
like a nice home, creature comforts and the latest gadgets. Only
to have it all come apart like a house of cards.

	Helen grew up with those dreams.  She had one lesbian
romance while in college but dismissed it as a fling on her way
to the good life.  She married just a few years out of college and
started her career in marketing for a fashion magazine with a
wide circulation throughout Western Europe.  The job requires
some travel and socializing with clients and sometimes even
going on photo shoots with photographers, grips, costumers and
models.

	The work was exciting but her home life settled into a
boring relationship.  When she was home for the weekends he
was more interested in watching football (soccer) or cricket
matches on the telly than in spending quality time with her.  In
the three years they were married their sex-life went from pretty
good to almost nonexistent.  She resented the smell of his Sailor
cigarettes stinking up the apartment.

	At the age of twenty-eight she was so disillusioned with
married life that she asked for a separation followed by a
divorce that caused her to set up her own household and
rearrange her priorities.  To fill the void in her life she threw
herself into her work.  She volunteered for as much travel as
possible to get away from the apartment because it was so
depressing to sit around a quiet home with nothing to do.

	It was a half hour trip in heavy traffic to Oxford Street
where the office of the magazine was located.  She just looked
for reasons to stay in town.  Slowly she began noticing how
attractive some of the women she associated with were.  She
found it necessary to avoided flirtations with any of the women
in the office for fear that her developing desire would be
noticed.  Her sex life consisted rubbing her clit through her
panties.

	On one occasion Helen went on location with a photo
shoot on local streets in the area with one of the better
photographers under contract.  It was a long day of shooting on
the streets of Piccadilly and Soho.  There were a couple of grips
to set up lighting and a costume girl, a makeup girl and four
modals on the shoot.  When the shooting was over it was
evening.  They all went out to dinner together and someone
brought up the idea to go to a fashionable nightclub for an
evening of dancing.

	They chose Club 29 located on Maddox Street.  It was
one of those places where all of the famous people make an
appearance when they are in town.  The photographer and three
of the four models were well known enough to get our group
into the place.

	The photographer was gay and more interested in his
grips than the girls in the group.  The models were like virtual
cock magnets.  The men were swooping around the booth they
were sitting in to get autographs and ask them to dance.  A few
were conceited enough to think they were going to score with
one of them.

	As the evening progressed Helen noticed that Rebecca
was not dancing much.  She was an absolutely gorgeous, tall,
American girl.  At the age of 24 she was probably the oldest of
the models.  She once had a big name in the American fashion
industry and was doing more European fashion before she was
too old to make it in the industry anymore.  She was doing less
fashion and more swimsuit issues now.  Nature had endowed
her with stunning breasts that defied gravity.  When she did
nude work there was no need for the photographer's to air-
brush out strips of tape used to support her breasts like they do
for most model's breasts shots.

	Because she was not dancing Helen was sitting in the
middle of the booth and the other ones that were dancing were
sitting closer to the floor.  As the evening wore on Rebecca was
being shuffled until she was sitting next to Helen.

	Maybe it was the wine or the music or who knows what
but Helen found that this girl was turning her on.  When their
eyes met Helen thought that Rebecca was watching her as much
as she was watching this beautiful young thing.  Finally
Rebecca said, "Would you like to dance with me?"

	Helen felt strange being asked to dance by another
woman.  She looked around the dance floor and did see some
other women dancing with each other.  On impulse she agreed
and they moved to the dance floor.  The music was loud and
rock so it didn't require them to touch each other.  It was warm
and crowded on the floor.  She was noticeably perspiring before
the dance ended.  The next tune was a slow number and
Rebecca took the lead as Helen moved with her around the
floor.

	Rebecca was such a tall woman, at least six feet without
heels.  Dancing with her was like dancing with a man.  She was
holding Helen's right hand in her left and her right hand was
resting on Helen's left hip. The way she ground her thigh
against Helen's pelvis was enough to further arouse her.  She
tried to pull her hips away from Rebecca's leg because she was
afraid that if she kept rubbing her thigh against her vulva the
front of her dress would be soiled by the secretions she knew
were forming in her crotch.  When the music ended Helen
rushed back to the booth to sit down and recover.

	Rebecca followed her and sat beside her.  She asked if
there was anything wrong.  Helen said that she had not been
dancing in a long time and she was a little winded.  Helen
almost jumped when Rebecca touched the back of her hand
while she was gripping her cocktail glass.  Helen felt strangely
uncomfortable the rest of the evening.

	She thought about the way Rebecca danced with her and
wondered if she was just being friendly or was she making a
pass at her.  She knew that some of the fashion models were
lesbians but she had never been propositioned by one of them.
Not that Helen was unattractive.

	Helen's long black hair is very full and lustrous.  She
wears it loose so it falls in front of her face a lot.  The most she
does is brush it.  It hangs way down her back.  The only scars
she has are on her chin and on the inside of her right thigh.
Both were the result of a fall off a bicycle as a child.  She has
green eyes with long eyelashes both of which she believes are
her best features.  Her mouth is wide with nice sensuous lips
that are almost too large for her face.  Her nose is quite small
and nicely turned up.  Helen looked after her figure but at 28-
years old she did not have the figure of an eighteen-year-old
anymore.  She was modest enough to feel that if Rebecca was
gay she should have been attracted to one of those teenagers at
the shoot rather than hitting on her.

	It bothered her for days until Helen was at meetings
where future photo shoots were mapped out with the
photographer's and models.  Helen found it hard to look
Rebecca in the eye across the table.  Rebecca made no obvious
move to indicate that she was attracted to Helen.  Helen was
about to convince herself that it had all been in her mind.

	When the group went on location on the Riviera for the
fashion shoot it is was exciting to be on the beach there.  The
beach was cluttered with beautiful people and there were
"paparatize" scurrying around trying to catch famous people
doing something to make it into scandal pandering papers.
Nothing is more desirable for these flesh merchants than to
catch a famous person in the nude with someone other than
their spouse.  That aside Helen was thrilled to be there;
however, it was a rush shoot and they were not there long
enough to get into the nightlife before they were back in
London again.

	Helen was becoming more and more comfortable in
Rebecca's presence.  The next time the magazine staff was out
celebrating having put to bed another great issue they went to
Stringfellows a nightclub known for lap dancing it is a place
where men take their girlfriends.  Helen was even drinking a
little.  When Rebecca asked her to dance with her she agreed
happily.  This time when Rebecca put her left hand on the small
of her back she followed her around the dance floor.  As they
chatted about office gossip Rebecca's hand slipped down to
grip the cheek of her bum.

	Helen felt a rush of blood to her cheeks.  She looked
around the room to see if anyone noticed that Rebecca was
kneading her ass cheek as they moved around the floor.
Rebecca could not help notice the furtive glances Helen was
giving the room.  She whispered in her ear, "No one gives a
damn what we are doing darling."  Then she kissed Helen on
the neck.  Helen's head snapped around like an owl.  Just as
quickly Rebecca kissed her on the mouth as she ground her
vulva against Helen's.

	Helen was so confused by her feeling that she could not
get off the dance floor fast enough to suit her.  When they were
back in the booth Helen asked, "Why did you do that?  Are you
deliberately trying to make a fool out of me?"

	Rebecca placed her hand over the top of Helen's hands as
she whispered, "I find you attractive and would like to get to
know you better."

	"You're kidding!  There are many women her tonight
that are prettier than me.  Why not go after one of them?"

	Rebecca gave her a hurt look.  "I have no interest in
childish girls.  I am attracted to adult women that have enough
intelligence to carry on a conversation in more than monocyclic
words.  "Sex is breath taking not cool," besides these girls are
all anorexic.  If you were to smell the breath of the three we
worked with today it would all smell sour.  All three of them
made bee line to the bathroom as soon as we got here to stick
their finger down their throats and sniff cocaine up their noses."

	"You are kidding!  They don't really do that?"

	"Of course they did!  To be high fashion models they
have to starve themselves.  By the time they are my age their
teeth are rotten because their stomach acid has eaten away their
enamel."

	"Your teeth look fantastic Rebecca.  What is your
secret?"

	"Because of my six foot frame I never had to worry much
about my weight until I reached eighteen.  By then my breasts
were starting to eliminate me from high fashion.  That is why
I'm doing more swimsuit stuff.  Actually I'm getting more
money than ever in porn videos."

	"You're kidding.  How on earth can you get away with
that and say in fashion."

	"I remove my makeup and use wigs and work under the
name Rose Gardener."

	"What if someone at work sees one of your videos?"

	Rebecca chuckled, "The guys shooting these fashion
pictures are the same ones making the that films."

	"If you don't mind my asking what kind of videos do you
make?"

	"The best money is in lesbian action and I love it.  If you
let me I would love to teach you about sex with women?"

	Helen recoiled in shock, "I'm not into the lesbian life!"

	"Give it a try.  You might like it."

	"Good god!  Everyone at the office will think I'm gay the
way you are flirting with me."

	"Would that be terrible?"

	"I...I don't know."

	Rebecca placed her hand in Helen's lap and felt the heat.
"I think you are as horny for me as I am for you darling."

	Helen hated to admit it but she was getting wet between
her legs.  The itch was driving her crazy.  She secretly had an
urge to invite Rebecca to stick her finger into her pussy right
there in public.  She blushed because she was thinking about
her crazy sexual desire.

	Rebecca slid her hand up Helen's body and gave her
breast a playful squeeze.  Helen blushed again.  She thought of
slapping her hand away but did not want to make a scene.  She
just sat there looking around to see if anyone was watching.

	Rebecca stood up, pulled her out of the booth and led her
to the dance floor one more time.  This time she held her tightly
and rubbed her sensual body against Helen's.  Standing over
sex feet tall in heels she towered over Helen.  If it were not for
the rustle of silk, the smell of perfume and the fabulous breasts
brushing her cheeks Helen would have felt she was in the arms
of a man.

	Rebecca could tell that she was turning Helen on by the
way she was breathing.  She stopped dancing for a moment,
lifted Helen's face up and kissed her on the mouth.  She parted
her lips and swabbed the inside of her mouth with her tongue.
The kiss left Helen weak kneed.  She was torn between her
desire for this woman and the desire to hide from all of the eyes
she felt were staring at her.

	Rebecca led her back to the table to retrieve their purses.
She told the photographer and a couple of other girls that were
back at the table that she was taking Helen home.  All she got in
response from them was "Have fun!"  "Don't do anything I
would do!"

 "Right...As if that were possible."  Rebecca retorted with an
evil smile.

	As the table broke up chuckling Rebecca pulled Helen
towards the exit.  Helen was both mortified and thrilled at the
idea that this beauty was taking her home and was going to
seduce her.

	Rebecca hailed a cab and gave him the name of a nice
hotel on the north side.  Sitting in the back of the cab Rebecca
continued her exploration of Helen's mouth using her tongue as
an investigative tool.  Helen could see the driver's face in the
rear view mirror.  He was watching as Rebecca pulled Helen's
breasts out of her dress and sucked on one nipple while she
played with the other tit.  Helen could not believe she was
sitting in a cab with a man watching another woman sucking on
her tits.

	When they arrived at the hotel she hardly acknowledged
the greetings of the doorman and clerk on her way to the
elevator.  As the door of the elevator closed she pulled Helen
into her arms and kissed her on the mouth with passion as she
felt Helen's breasts.  She thrust her knee between Helen's legs
and ground her thigh into Helen's crotch.  Helen responded by
allowing her legs to relax as her vulva accepted the pleasure of
being rubbed this way.  She couldn't help but flash back to the
times in her youth when an ardent male "dry fucked her" in the
back seat of a car.  They only stopped kissing when the elevator
reached the floor that matched the button she had pushed.

	Her pass card opened the door to accommodations that
looked more like a home than a hotel.  The first thing running
through Helen's mind was how much this must cost per night.

	Rebecca led her to a couch and asked what she would
like to drink as she dropped her purse on the cocktail table.  At
the bar she poured them each a strong of Gin and tonic.  She
handed one glass to Helen as she sat down next to her with one
leg crossed under her other so that she was almost sitting on it,
which made her seem even taller compared to Helen.

	Rebecca took a sip of her drink and placed her arm
around Helen's shoulders and leaned close for another kiss.
Helen responded by thrusting her own tongue against
Rebecca's as the beautiful model began removing Helen's
clothes.

	Helen's mind was a spinning.  Was this really
happening?  She did nothing to resist being undressed.  She
even sought out Rebecca's breasts.  She wanted to feel those
lovely things to reassure herself that the breasts were real and
not implants.  It did not take much effort to pull them over the
top of the front of her dress.  When both tits were free she
quickly satisfied herself that the tits were in fact not only real
but possibly the best looking pair of tits she had ever seen.

	Rebecca, it turned out, was a pro when it came to
undressing another woman.  A surprised Helen was naked to
the waist in no time.  She was returning Helen's squeeze for
squeeze as her young fingers fondled the flesh and tweaked the
nipples of the older woman.  Then she leaned over and took
Helen's nipple into her mouth and sucked on it.  She had to
smile when she lifted her head and saw a lipstick print of her
mouth was left on the areola.  She was not satisfied until the
other areola was similarly branded.  Helen was panting
frantically by this time.  She sat there flipping Rebecca's
nipples with her fingertips as she waited for this gorgeous
lesbian to make the next move.

	Rebecca stood up and offered her hand to help Helen to
her feet.  Then she led her to the bedroom and stood in front of
her as she removed the remainder of Helen's clothing.  Helen
was captivated by the grandeur of the room and could not take
her eyes off the mirrored wardrobe doors.  She could see the
entire room in the mirrors.  It was like watching someone else
being undressed as her body became exposed.

	When Helen saw herself place her hands on Rebecca's
shoulders as she stepped out her undergarments she felt like she
was on display for the world to see even though there were only
the two of them in the room.

	When Rebecca had Helen completely naked she sat her
down on the bed and began undressing herself.  She moved
with the grace of a cat as she shed her garments.  The fact that
she had been modeling from the time she was child must
account for her graceful movement.

	As she removed her dress she revealed a strapless bra and
a half-slip.  She lifted and crossed each leg in turn to remove
each high heeled pump.  When she removed her bra Helen was
captivated once more by the sight of those beautifully formed
breasts.  The flesh looked so creamy and the mauve colored
areolas were capped by nipples that were as large as the first
joint of her little fingers.

	As Rebecca pulled down her half-slip Helen was struck
by how long her legs were.  She rolled down her nylons and
removed them from her legs.  Helen couldn't believe that this
woman ever had to shave her legs.  They looked like they had
been carved from pink marble.  As tall as she was her body
looked in perfect proportion.

	When Rebecca rolled down her delicate knickers Helen
saw for the first time not only was her vulva shave clean of any
trace of pubic hair but it was adorned by the image of a single
red rose with a green stem supporting the flower as if it were
placed in a vase.  In this case the vase was the crevasse that was
her vagina.  The choice of her film name was obvious now.

	Rebecca stood in front of Helen with her legs spread to
shoulders width.  She lifted each breast and rubbed them as if
she relished the freedom of them not being confined in clothing.
Then she cupped her vagina with her right hand and stroked the
flesh.  With an impish smile on her face she placed her index
and middle fingers on either side of her vulva and pressed
against her flesh so that her labia were parted giving Helen a
clear view of Rebecca's clitoris.  Her clit was partly hooded but
the head looked as large as the first joint of her own thumb.
Helen found these sights to be so erotic and exciting she had
difficulty controlling herself.  She felt like an animal about to
be devoured by a hungry tiger.  She lay there as still as a deer
caught in the headlights of an on rushing car.  Rebecca
approached the bed in a predatory move as her prey awaited its
fate.

	Rebecca moved Helen so that she was lying in the middle
of the bed with her head resting between the two large pillows.
Then she mounted the bed.  She made the move to lie on top of
Helen.  Because of the difference in their sizes Rebecca's
breasts fell below Helen's in order that their lips could be in
line with each other's.

	The kiss was a very passionately long one.  Rebecca even
sucked the air from Helen's lungs and then filled her lungs with
the air from her own.  It felt like Rebecca was performing CPR
on Helen.  She kissed Helen on her eyes, sucked on her nose
and as Helen turned her head Rebecca traced the shape of the
ears with the tip of her tongue.  The effort tickled Helen so
much that she could not keep from squirming around on the
bed.  There was no place she could go to escape because
Rebecca was pinning her down with her body.

	Rebecca gripped both of Helen's breasts with her hands
and stimulated the nipples with her fingertips.  Then she moved
her body down Helens so that she could make love to her
breasts with her mouth.  She left a wet trail down her neck with
her tongue as her mouth drifted toward the twin mounds.  She
bathed Helen's breasts with her tongue.

	Helen had never had anyone make love to her breasts the
way this woman did to her.  Rebecca sucked on every inch of
flesh of her mammary glands.  She sucked on both nipples as if
she was going to get milk from them, drawing the tips so far
into her mouth as to cause poor Helen to cry out in pain.  While
she was sucking on the nipples she sought out the junction of
her legs and her trunk with her right hand.

	Helen had had never though about shaving her pubis.
She had plucked hairs that grew outside her panty line.
Rebecca was captivated by the dark tangle of pubic hair.  She
moved down her body until she was lying between Helen's legs
so that she could hang onto her breasts while she used her
mouth to bath the pubic hair.  No baby's pussy had ever been
cleaned as carefully as Rebecca cleaned Helen's.  She sucked
and licked on Helen's clitoris with loving care.

	Helen lost count of the number of times she climaxes
before Rebecca sat up and moved beside Helen, gathered her
into her arms, kissing her on the cheek as she rested.  Helen had
never had anyone make love to her the way Rebecca had just
done.  Her college fling had never been so exciting.  She felt an
overwhelming desire to return the love in kind so she started
kissing Rebecca's face the same way she had done to her.  Her
hands could not get enough of Rebecca's breasts.  She envied
them so much she just had to get her mouth on them.  She had
never felt this way about another woman's body before.  She
spent what seemed like an eternity sucking on her nipples and
fondling the fullness of each orb.  Rebecca had to stop her
because her flesh was becoming red and raw.

	When she was denied the pleasure of sucking on the tits
she sought out the shaved pussy.  She marveled at the smooth
vulva and parted the labia to see where the flower tattoo ended.
She went after the clit with her mouth and sucked it like a
greedy baby suckling a tit for its nourishment.

	Rebecca enjoyed a series of orgasms before the pleasure
became more than she could bear.  She pulled Helen up her
body to kiss her mouth in another long kiss.

	Over the course of the next few days Rebecca invited
Helen to accompany her on one of her lesbian filming sets.
Helen was off screen and watched her make love to another
woman with a half dozen technicians watching.  She felt jealous
because Rebecca was making love to another woman in her
presence.  She wanted to rant and rave but could only show her
disapproval by rejecting Rebecca's advances between takes.  If
she were honest with herself she would have to admit that the
smell of another female on the naked body of her lover was
exciting to her but she was determined not to give in to this
primal feeling.

	When they got home they argued for a while before
Rebecca proposed, "If you don't want to watch me having sex
with other women then why don't you become my partner in
future films."

	Helen recoiled in shock at the idea of her having sex with
Rebecca or anyone else in front of other men and women while
they directed her actions.  She could not bring herself to agree
to do such a thing.  Rebecca was serious. It was going to be one
or the other.  She was faced with either doing what Rebecca
asked or giving up her relationship with her.  Oh what was she
going to do?


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