Date: Sat, 03 Jun 2000 13:58:21 CDT
From: C. Larkin <larkin47@hotmail.com>
Subject: Suburban Seduction

Suburban Seduction

By Chrissy Larkin


Robin stood underneath the hot, steaming shower and felt her body slowly
relax. The water streamed off her head and shoulders, cascading down her
back to her smooth round buttocks. Her pale skin, lit up by the light coming
through the translucent glass of the shower door, gleamed under the sheen of
water, which slipped off her body and slid down the drain.

Automatically, she reached for the shampoo and began washing her long brown
hair, but her thoughts were on the dream that enveloped her mind just before
waking. Like all dreams it started innocently enough. She had been walking
down a street, when something caught her eye and pulled her towards a house.
The next moment, she was in a room where women were dancing together, some
wore beautiful red dresses while others were dressed as men. The air was
hot, sweat was on everyone's brow and the air crackled with sexuality. Not a
man was in sight and Robin was mesmerized, watching one woman in particular,
wearing a tuxedo, dance seductively with a young woman with flowing blonde
hair, her dress swirling, the cleavage of her bosom exposed by the
scooped-out front. The two woman had their eyes locked on each other, and
both moved with graceful desire. Suddenly, Robin realized her body was being
touched by someone's hands. She looked down and saw herself in a tuxedo,
looking like Marlene Dietrich, and on her waist were the delicate fingers of
another person. When she turned, she found herself looking into the eyes of
a gorgeous woman, dressed in a vivid, long flowing red dress. Like the
blonde on the dance floor, her bosom was nearly exposed by the daringly low
front on the dress. Robin could see little drops of sweat appear in her
cleavage as she leaned over to kiss her...

That's when she woke up, her heart beating fast to the beeping of her alarm
clock. It took a moment to gather her thoughts and come to grips with the
morning's reality. Now, nearly an hour later, with the kids and her husband
gone for the day to school and work, she was alone to ponder her dream and
its meaning. For weeks now, she had been sensing a sweeping change in
herself. The years of sacrificing her own desires and pleasures for the sake
of the family and others had reached a turning point. More and more, Robin
found herself drifting off into fantasies where all that mattered was her
own physical and emotional needs. And more and more, those needs involved a
hazy sexual interlude with another woman.

Shampoo soap cascaded down Robin's backside and her front, trickling over
her breasts, abdomen and finally between her legs. A soft tickling sensation
welled up inside of her, and she instinctively reached down and touched
herself. Robin closed her eyes and thought of the woman in her dream, the
one whose lips were slightly parted as she leaned over to kiss Robin, the
one whose soft curving breasts jutted out from the top of her dress and
pressed against her. For the first time in what seemed like decades, Robin
began slowly rubbing the lips of her labia. How quickly she became wet -- or
was that just the soap and water?

Like in the dream, things happened quickly and soon Robin's fingers were
plunging in and out of her moist slit, while the other hand rubbed and
pulled her nipples. The lips and breasts of the woman in the dream pressed
closer and Robin, almost instinctively, knelt on the floor of the shower to
steady herself. As her fingers continued their rhythmic stroking, the middle
finger from her other hand slipped behind and began rubbing her snug rosebud
in the rear. As her arousal built, Robin finally slipped the finger into
anus, triggering a sweeping orgasm, something she hadn't felt for years. Out
of control, she moaned deeply, repeating over and over the name of her best
friend, Linda.

***

The next day was hot, so Robin took the kids to the town pool. Near the far
corner, away from the crowds of other mothers with children, she saw her
friend Linda surrounded by pool chairs, blankets, kids and her babysitter.
Robin ambled over and said hello. Linda was tall and slender with curly
brown hair and a warm smile. Like Robin, she had two children, one still a
toddler. The two woman exchanged hellos and began chatting.

For the first time, Robin found herself really taking in Linda's physical
looks. She was envious of her long graceful legs with the pretty calves and
graceful ankles. Her skin already had a nice even tan, even though the
summer was just beginning, and unlike Robin, Linda's bust was modest sized,
despite the fact she was still nursing her youngest child.

Robin wasn't sure if it was the dream she had the other night, or the
thoughts the filled her mind when she had masturbated in the shower, but she
felt there was a certain chemistry occurring between her and Linda as the
day went on. Without making any overtures on her part, Robin noticed how
Linda seemed closer and more intimate with her, confiding in certain
personal problems, and all the while leaning over, touching Robin's wrist
and arm from time to time.

Taking certain cues from Linda's behavior, Robin became somewhat flirtatious
with her friend, teasing her and telling jokes, and at certain times,
leaning over to expose her breasts and catching Linda's lusty gaze. When
Linda's youngest child started to whimper with hunger, she seemed to take
her time pulling down the strap of her suit to expose her nipple to the
child's mouth. Robin smiled and watched, but inside her mind was filled with
thoughts of desire and shame. She shook slightly at the sensuous moment
unfolding before her, not quite sure what to make of her feelings of
attraction towards Linda.

When the slurping, sucking sound of the nursing baby turned into the steady
breathing murmur of a sleeping child, Linda asked the babysitter to watch
her slumbering daughter and then invited Robin to take a walk with her.
Beyond the pool was a grove of woods with circulating paths. Robin and Linda
ambled off, walking and talking under the green glade of oak, spruce and
hemlock trees. Linda obviously had something on her mind, but was having
troubling expressing herself. Finally, she stopped and picked up Robin's
hand and talked of how much she she liked her, really, really liked her.

At this moment, Robin felt the image of her dream spring forth and saw the
lips of the woman in the flowing dress about to kiss her. It was the sign
she had been waiting for, Robin decided, and with fear and desire, she
leaned over and kissed Linda lightly on the mouth. For a fraction of a
second, Linda looked shocked, but her feeling soon gave way to a warm smile
and she returned the kiss with great passion. For the next several minutes
the two women embraced, their hands first stroking each other's back and
sides, but then as the passion increased, they touched each other's breasts,
buttocks and legs. Finally the pulled slightly apart, gasping and giggling,
each aware the other was terribly wet between the legs. But time had run out
on their interlude and despite the electrified emotions and pent up desire,
they returned to the pool.

"I'm going to a concert tomorrow during the day," said Linda. "Do you think
you can join me?"

"I'd love to," replied Robin, her head still swirling from what had happened
in the woods. When she got to the pool, she immediately dove in and cooled
off.

***

The concert took place during the day at the town's old theater. It was an
amateur production and when Robin arrived the place was about half-full,
with most of the people taking the seats close to the stage. Robin started
to head towards the front, when she heard her named called. There, in the
back row, sat Linda.

As Robin sat down, the lights dimmed and the concert began. Linda and Robin
whispered and giggled, their arms touching on the chair rest, their legs
occasionally brushing against each other. Linda wore a light jumper, while
Robin was dressed in slacks and a shirt. As the first piece began and music
filled the room, Robin place her hand on her leg, then slowly she let them
swing over till they touched Linda's knee. For several minutes, Robin didn't
move and just listened to the music. But her mind was reeling like a school
boy's on a first date at the cinema. Despite what had happened yesterday in
the woods, Robin still felt a little unsure as far as Linda was concerned.
But her desires brushed away any lingering doubts. She had to try again.

Finally, she took the leap and placed her hand on Linda's knee. Linda looked
at Robin and smiled. Then to Robin's delight, Linda, hiked up the hem of her
dress ever so slightly. Slowly, Robin's hand began to caress Linda's warm
thigh, her fingers brushing back and forth, almost in time to the music. But
she pushed on. Her hand slid higher up Linda's leg till her fingers could
almost feel the warm animal heat that emanated from between Linda's legs.

Linda parted her legs a little wider and, with that signal, Robin placed her
fingers delicately on Linda's warmest spot. Expecting to find panties, Robin
had first one, then two delightful discoveries. Linda wasn't wearing
anything under her dress and was smoothly shaven. Her sex felt as soft as a
baby's bottom. Instantly, Linda could feel the warm smooth lips of Linda's
labia, already moist and probably swollen red with desire. Back and forth
her fingers flicked over Linda's jewels. As Robin caressed with care the
clit, she saw Linda's hand go to her mouth and her teeth gently bite down on
her knuckles, as if to stifle the painful joy of her caressing fingers.

In a moment or two, Robin's fingers were quite wet and, with some help from
Linda, who spread her legs as far as part as possible, Robin began
rhythmically plunging her fingers in and out of Linda's hot and very wet
vagina. Linda tilted her head back slightly and closed her eyes. As the
music from the stage swelled, Linda's breathing intensified and her hips
began to roll and buck in the chair, pressing her clit rhythmically against
Robin's penetrating fingers. Robin's pulse raced as she felt the moment of
truth reach within Linda. Sure enough, a gentle, wet squeezing sensation
enveloped Robin's fingers, as Linda clutched the armrest tightly with one
hand and bit her knuckles of her other hand even harder.

Applause broke out in the theater as the conductor and the musicians took
their bow. Robin slowly withdrew her hand from under Linda's dress and
passed the wet fingers in front of her nostrils. The aroma was intoxicating.
At that moment Robin leaned over and whispered, "Let's leave now, please."

***

It seemed like the drive back to Robin's house took forever. Linda followed
in her car and soon they were both parked in the drive way.  Suddenly, Robin
felt nervous. Everything that happened between them occurred with some
amount of stealth. Now, they were about to spend time together, in privacy,
with no chance of interruption. To calm her nerves, Robin poured herself a
glass of wine. Linda joined her. They talked little but rubbed their bare
feet against each other on the couch, slowly drinking and watching each
other with growing desire.

Finally, Robin led Linda to her bedroom where they kissed passionately for
several minutes, their tongues probing each other, their lips almost bruised
from the repeated embraces. Slowly their clothes came off and they entered
the new world of warm skin, tactile touching and smelling. Linda gently
parted Robin's legs and began to explore. Her hands held the cheeks of
Robin's rear end, almost kneading them as the raised her pelvis slightly and
began to first lightly brush her tongue across the lips of her slit. At the
top, protruding from under its pink hood was Robin's quivering clit. Linda
rolled it around with her tongue, flicking and toying with it, as Robin
moaned quietly. Liquid oozed from the swollen lips as the aroused body
responded to Linda's repeated kisses and licks.

As the pleasure within Robin mounted, her bottom, still cupped in Linda's
hands, began rocking back and forth with great intensity. Robin gasped for
breath and then cried out as the first orgasm wracked her body. Linda, her
eyes closed and tongue buried deep inside Robin, felt the muscle-clutching
sensation followed by the surprising rush of Robin's juices as they were
practically ejaculated out by the ferocity of the climax. Clear liquid
dripped down Linda's chin as she continued to lap Robin's clit with great
joy. Another orgasm wracked the woman's body and her thighs held Linda's
head tightly until the contractions subsided.

Linda slid up across Robin's still-quivering body and held her tightly in
her arms.

"I've never experienced anything like that in my life," Robin whispered
hoarsely.

"Neither have I," responded Linda with a grin.

The two mothers embraced each other and rested, moving only to kiss and
caress each other. Soon, Robin felt the urge to reciprocate and grew more
passionate, touching, feeling and caressing Linda's slender, beautiful body.
She cupped her friend's breasts in her hands and then teased the brown
nipples erect with her tongue. A drop of white liquid appeared and Robin
licked it away. Then, as her own children had once done with her breasts,
she placed the nipple within her mouth and began to suck gently. Quickly, a
stream of warm, nourishing milk flowed forth and Robin swallowed the nectar
that came from Linda's breasts.

Linda moaned and stroked Robin's head as she nursed for a while. Finally she
pulled away, even though milk continued to drip from the still-engorged
nipple. Robin quickly made her way down to Linda's thighs and pelvis. As she
guessed, Linda's labial lips were swollen a lovely pink and stood out
against her pale skin, without any pubic hair to obscure the view.

As Robin's tongue probed and licked, Linda moaned loudly and murmured how
good it felt. Her juices trickled down between her legs and long the crack
of her rear. Robin dipped her fingers into Linda's wet sex and then lifted
her legs up and back so as to fully expose her puckered anus. It glistened
from the wet and when Robin touched it gently with her finger, Linda moaned
louder.

It didn't take long before Robin was able to slip her finger up as far as it
would go inside Linda's rear. The sensation felt exquisite to Linda, who
responded with a tumultuous orgasm that left her gasping for breath. Again
the women embraced each other tightly, their bodies rocking and quivering in
rapture. Rest was followed by more pleasure until finally time ran out. The
afternoon sun shown into Robin's bedroom as the women gently stroked each
other, aware that the present encounter had come to an end, but that a new
chapter in their lives was about to begin.

The End

Comments are always welcome. Write to Chrissy at <larkin47@hotmail.com>