Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2000 02:16:00 GMT
From: helen marie <helenmarie@hotmail.com>
Subject: Same old, Same old....lesbian encounter

I was thirty-six when all this strangeness started. Thirty-six and married
to the same man for seventeen of those thirty-six years. I suppose that was
part of the problem, there was such a "sameness" about my life. We live in
a small midwestern town in rural Indiana; a town where everyone knows
everyone else, and tomorrow will be just like today and yesterday
was. Boring and non-eventful. And my husband Norman just as exciting as a
tooth ache most of the time. I suppose if we had been fortunate enough to
have children, it would have given me some sort of reason for tolerating
the boredom. But being childless, I had nothing but time on my hands.  It
had always been obvious to me that I enjoyed sex much more than Norman. To
him an evening of passion was rolling over on top of me, slobbering against
my mouth as he pushed his penis into my "not ready for prime-time yet"
vagina. He had no stamina; no subtlety; and worst of all, no
imagination. The classic "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am" poster boy. Even though
he was the only man I had ever had sex with, I knew down deep that there
had to be more to sex than that.  As Peggy Lee used to sing, "Is that all
there is?" I was determined to find out...somehow....someway. But I never,
in my wildest dreams, imagined that it would be another woman that would
bring about the changes in my life....

Her name is Doris Glasson, the one and only beautician in our little
town. In her twenties, she is blonde and petite, sparkling blue eyes, lips
forever curved in the beginnings of a smile, and the sort of shapely body
that makes the town matrons whisper to one another behind their hands. Even
so, most of the town ladies take advantage of her expertise at styling and
perming their hair once or twice a month. A lot of the whispering was
because Doris originally lived in Chicago before coming to our little town,
and of course, everybody knows the wicked things that go on in "that" big
city. Besides, she wasn't even married, for heavens sake! But like I said,
that didn't stop them from making appointments to have their limp and
greying hair styled and shaped.

It was a Wednesday and it was raining so hard it was flooding the main
street through town. I was the last customer of the day, and it was almost
dark already, what with the rain and clouds. Just the short sprint from my
car into the beauty shop was enough to drench me from head to toe. My skirt
felt soggy and chilly, and my thin, cotton, blouse was plastered against me
like a second skin. Doris laughed at me as I stood just inside the door,
dripping all over the floor.

"I figured you to call and cancel, the weather like this," she said, as she
handed me a small towel. "But here you are!"

"Yep," I grinned. "Stubborn, hunh? I don't suppose there's any point in
doing my hair. The rain would ruin it anyway." I suddenly realized that
Doris was staring at the front of my blouse, and a tiny shiver raced up and
down my spine. "I guess you're wanting to close up now?"

She lifted her eyes to my face again, shrugging her shoulders as she looked
at me. It was at that precise moment that the lights went out, plunging the
interior of the small shop into darkness. "Oh damn," she said,
"...lightning must have hit some power lines or something. I better try to
find some candles!"

"No," I heard myself say quickly. "I don't mind the dark!" There was just
enough light in the room that I could see her face. "I mean that I...I like
to be in the dark sometimes...when it's raining."

"Me too," she said, softly. "Missus Wayne? Why don't you lock the door
there behind you? And maybe pull the blind down?"

"Marlene," I said as I turned and fumbled the lock on the door and pulled
the blind down, making the interior of the shop even darker. "My name is
Marlene." In the darkness, I could barely see her as Doris moved towards
me.  Then her hands clasped my arms just above my elbows, and as she pulled
me forward and kissed me, I could hear the rain drumming hard against the
windows of the shop. I sucked gently as her tongue dipped between my lips,
and I could feel her hands clasping the cheeks of my buttocks as she ground
her belly against my own. Finally her lips slid away from my mouth to press
against the shell of my ear, her voice a liquid whisper, thick with desire.

"Take your clothes off for me...please?"

We moved apart and I unbuttoned the front of my still wet blouse with
trembling fingers, then peeled it off to toss it uncaringly aside. I
awkwardly unhooked my bra and slipped it off my shoulders. Vaguely, I could
see Doris quickly removing her jeans as I let my skirt slither down, to lay
in a pool of wetness about my ankles. I was shivering as I stepped out of
my panties, but it wasn't only from any chill in the room.  Then she pulled
me into her arms again, and as our naked bodies pressed together, I eagerly
sought her mouth with my own. We kissed forever in an instant, and then her
lips were moving down my neck, her tongue like velvet against my skin, a
gasp of pleasure escaping my lips as her tongue paused to swirl lovingly
around my fully blossomed nipple, before continuing its journey down over
the rise of my stomach. Then she was on her knees before me, her tongue
licking its way through my pubic hair, her hands urging my legs apart as
she scooted forward, dancing through the arch of my legs on her buttocks,
her head poised with upturned face, her tongue finding the swollen lips of
my vagina, then stabbing, upwards, deeply, finally arriving at the center
of my being, me literally screaming at the pure pleasure of it as she
suckled and nibbled at my clitoris, then my insides convulsing as the most
intense orgasm of my life danced in rhythm with the storm that raged out
there in the real world...

Later, the two of us down on the carpeted floor of the shop, a soft moan of
anticipation hissing from her mouth as I lay down on my stomach between her
spread-eagled legs, the woman-smell of her causing my nostrils to twitch as
my face moved forward into the hollow of her crotch. That first tentative
touch of my lips to that dank softness, then my tongue licking gently as
she draped her legs across my shoulders, the taste of her inflaming my
senses as my tongue dipped ever deeper into that wondrous cavity between
her thighs, my lips finding the astonishingly large clitoris, sucking
gently at it, savoring the taste of her, as if of a fine, exotic wine, my
tongue swirling and my hands under the cheeks of her buttocks, raising her
as I eagerly inhaled those strange, alien juices, offering me a ripeness I
had never tasted before, but knowing in that fragment of time and space,
that I would taste them again...

Three days later, the sun was shining, and the sky was a blue sphere above
as I entered the shop. Doris was just finishing up with the reverend's
wife, and she flashed me a smile as I sat down to wait my turn.

"Missus Glasson...nice to see you again. What's new with you?"

"Thank you," I smiled back. "Nothing new. Just the same old, same old, I
guess." Then I smiled again, but the smile was for myself this time. I knew
that the adventure was just beginning for me. I looked up as the reverend's
attractive wife stood up, and I felt that tiny shiver at my spine again.

"Oh Margaret...there is something that I have been wanting to talk to you
about," I said, brushing my fingertips lightly against her slender wrist.
"Maybe we can get together some afternoon when you're not busy?"

"Of course, Marlene," she said. "Anytime, dear."

Doris and I both had our eyes glued to the way that Margaret's tight skirt
fit across the round firmness of her buttocks, as she went out the
door. Then we looked at one another and laughed as I sat down to have my
hair done.........

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