Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2007 15:57:21 +1000 (EST)
From: erica milligan <erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Specs Test

This is a story about lesbian sex and I'm aware that some
people, particularly those under age, are not permitted
to read such stories so if that applies to you please
leav the site now.

The story is called SPECS TEST and the author is Erica
Milligan whose e-mail address is
Erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au. If you'd like to write to me
I'll do my best to answer any questions or suggestions
you may have.

I've just been trying to write a story about my last
sexual encounter with a male but somehow it won't come
out the way I want it to. Frankly I think it's because
having accepted myself as a lesbian I really have no
interest in the size of a man's cock or what he can do
with it. In my estimation a girls tongue and fingers
playing round my pussy can do more in a couple of minutes
than a man's cock can in an hour. Besides which she
doesn't get tired the way a man does.

In the way that young women look at young men I now find
myself looking at other women. I'm not that far off being
in my forties but I'm not looking for women my age, I'm
looking for girls in their late teens. I don't want to
teach them anything about lesbian sex I've always found
that they know more about it than I do. They've been able
to show me how to pleasure myself and how they do it to
their friends. Goodness, I hope they don't waste too much
time with their friends, I'm here waiting for them.

If my friends or family knew how many women I've been
seduced by I'm sure they'd have a seizure, I must seem so
disgusting. But, seeing a nice teenagers walking down the
street with their breasts stuck out, their bottoms
wriggling around inside their skirts and so full of
confidence I'm just struck with lust. There are times
when things are a bit scarce or girls are few and far
between so I think about being raped by girls and I've
spent many a pleasant hour in bed torturing myself with
these thoughts.

I've thought about what it would be like if I joined the
navy and went to sea with other girls and whether we'd
have an all girls cabin or whether we'd have to share
with the men. One girl sailor told me that "hanky panky"
between girls is not allowed on ships but I guess that
only counts if you get caught. Imagine being caught in
the act with a girlfriend when a female petty officer
bursts into the cabin. What would she do? Would she stand
me up against the bulkhead and chain me there while she
had her way with my friend or would she chain my friend
up and have her way with me. Frankly I'd prefer the
latter scenario!

Ah well, better got back into the real world, no use in
imaging all these erotic things when life is usually
humdrum. Occasionally though something happens that
catches my interest and perhaps today is one of them. I
don't read well without glasses, although that's all I
use them for, so I went into the opticians to make an
appointment for an eye test. In my case they're necessary
every year because I have diabetes and the test is
strongly recommended.

My appointment's for Wednesday, that's in two days time.
I've never been to this optician before so it will be a
new experience. Doctor Jo is the ophthalmologist in
charge so although I'm fairly sure my eyes are OK I'm
looking forward to the tests just to relieve any worries
I may have had.

I would guess that being someone so professionally
qualified she'd be an older woman but really it doesn't
matter to me. On the Wednesday I arrived well before the
appointment to find the waiting room deserted. Shortly
one of the staff had come out and said that Dr Jo would
be with me soon. I settled down to wait with a magazine
but you know what waiting rooms are, the magazines have
always been there since before the beginning of time.

Feeling just a little restless I went for a walk around
the doctor's room, I think those are the right words for
a specialist's premises rather than a surgery, found
rather a nice "powder" room and did a bit of tickling
around the edges so to speak. Refreshed my lipstick, did
my eyebrows and checked out my hair. I sat down for a
quick pee before going in to see the doctor and when I'd
finished and washed my hands I started to make my way
back to the waiting room. On the way back I heard a moan
from one of the rooms and being a woman, by nature nosey,
I opened the door just that little bit and saw something
very interesting.

Lay on the examination bench was an older lady dressed in
a pure white coat that, mistakenly, I presumed was the
ophthalmologist, seemed a reasonable assumption based on
her age. Stood over her was a younger woman also dressed
in a white coat but it was what was in her hand that
stunned me. She was holding a long, round piece of
plastic tubing, I'd guess it was an inch and a half in
diameter (approximately 40 millimetres), to her mouth and
I couldn't quite see where the other end was. That was
until the younger woman holding the tube moved a little
when I saw that it was in the older woman's pussy. Or at
least that's what I thought, I couldn't see clearly but
from the sounds she was making and the way she was moving
I would have said that she was being "f..." with the
tube.

I managed to conceal myself in a room across the passage
way and it sounded as though the younger woman was
blowing down the tube almost like playing a trumpet.
Don't think she was trying to play music, just trying to
torment the older woman with the hot air entering her
pussy. It didn't take long for the older woman to start
making the kind of obscene noises I make when I'm on the
verge of an orgasm. The younger woman withdrew the tube
from the older woman's pussy and turned as though to make
her way to the toilet, presumably to wash the tube.
Fortunately she turned back to speak to the older woman
and that gave me an ideal opportunity to slip out of the
door and casually stand in the waiting room.

The older lady, now with her white coat neatly fastened
to the top came and asked me for my name and when she
heard it she led me to another office further down the
corridor. Surprise, surprise, the woman waiting there was
the younger one I'd just seen in "action". She introduced
herself as Dr Jo, the ophthalmologist. That really
surprised me, I'd just assumed that the older woman would
be the specialist and the younger one the nurse.

However, Dr Jo was very nice so I sat at her desk as she
took my details. I couldn't help but notice that her face
was still very flushed so being my naughty self I'd asked
her if she was feeling unwell. She'd at least had the
good grace to blush as I asked her and the fact that I
had what I might describe as a knowing look on my face
may have been the catalyst for making her blush even
more.

She'd waved her hand in front of her face supposedly to
cool herself down but I think it was more to cover her
embarrassment. The chair I was sat on was just a little
way back from her desk so being the kind of impetuous
woman that I am I moved it closer and as I sat again I
gave her a good look at my legs. I pretended to scratch
my leg, you know how we do it girls, done to attract
attention more than anything. My hand moved further
upwards ostensibly to smooth my stocking but in reality
to lift my skirt a little and let her see even more.

Poor girl, she was getting even more flushed so I took a
handkerchief out of my pocket and went to wipe her brow.
Wonderful, that had done an even better job on her, now
she was getting quite jittery, perhaps it was time to
show her a bit of tit.
Apparently struggling with my bra straps and with my
skirt up near my bottom Dr Jo was on the verge of
apoplexy or bursting a blood vessel.

Now, where do you want me I'd asked and she pointed me to
her apparatus, knew very well what it was, had this test
quite a few times, but I let her lead me to it. I sat
down in the chair on the opposite side of the apparatus
and pretended to be absolutely stupid so that as she
reached across to help me put my chin on the rest my hand
accidentally collided with hers and her pretty little
hand with a wedding ring on it came to rest on my breast.

Goodness she was so apologetic that I almost felt guilty
about teasing her like this. On dear she'd said, I'm so
sorry but I put her at ease by telling her that I'm a
lesbian so having a woman's hand on my breast was not
only not a problem but in fact I'd like it back there
again. I'd reached out for her hand and when she tried to
take it away I showed her my strength as I put it full on
my breast and held it there.

Now, she was really getting all worked up, her mouth was
quivering and I suspected that she was on the verge of
crying, perhaps because she'd been found out. I sat with
my face against the apparatus but didn't put my chin in
the right place knowing that unless I did she couldn't
conduct the test. I played dumb until she came round my
side of the apparatus and lifted my chin to place it on
the rest but I'm not put off that easily. As she put her
hand under my chin I pulled her hand down to my breast
instead and held it there letting her know that I was
dictating what happened next. She was terribly nervous
and I could tell from experience that she really wanted
me to take control of her. Her fingers were trembling on
my breast and I guess my smile at her let her know that
we'd proceed at the pace and in the way that I wanted.

Sometimes it seems such a pity that girls have this
unresolved lesbianism buried inside them and I felt it
was my duty to bring it to the surface. Rather than let
her put my chin in the appropriate rest so she could look
into my eyes I took her chin and brought her face to
mine. My tongue didn't have too much of a problem in
opening her mouth and when my tongue met hers there was
an obvious relaxing of the body and the tenseness left
her. Good, now we could progress and with that I sat her
down in her swivel chair and crouching down in front of
her I pushed her uniform out of the way and kissed her
pussy.

I didn't bother to remove her panties because this was
only a preliminary seduction, the final seduction would
come later when she realised that it was useless to
reject my advances. She'd realise that I knew her desires
but I wouldn't let her satisfy them immediately, she'd
have to wait until I took her at my leisure. But firstly,
a little tease to set her on her lesbian way and down I
went and kissed her inner thigh before planting a long
wet kiss on her pussy.

I'd stood up immediately and pulled her uniform down, sat
down and put my chin on the rest. Shall we continue I'd
said to Doctor Jo and despite her trembling hands she'd
completed the tests. As I went to leave the room I turned
and taking one of her breasts in my hand, giving a gentle
squeeze and leaving her with a nice wet kiss on her mouth
I left the room. In the reception area I'd spoken to the
older lady and when she asked me about a further
appointment I'd turned to Doctor Jo and said when do you
want me again. I deliberately smiled at her with my mouth
opened just that little bit and she blushed when I said
should we make it tomorrow. With that I left the building
but I will be back for a second appointment in the
morning. The way she looked at that moment I knew that
I'd have no trouble getting her pants off and her pussy
quivering under my lips.