Date: Sat, 14 Jul 2007 21:46:17 -0400
From: Kellie Jones <kellie30@gmail.com>
Subject: The Routine Part 1 (lesbian / masturbation, f/f, ff/ff)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
sexual acts between girls.  If this type of content offends you or you are
under the age of 18 do not read it.

The Routine Part 1
By Kellie

I am fairly petite -- only 5'3'' and unlike some other smaller women, have
always been curvy and large breasted. My body is that of a woman's and I
love it (as do others). Anyway, when I was in college I discovered that I
have a perchance for a certain masturbation routine.  I love taking hours
to fix my hair (usually pile my sandy blonde hair on top of my head), fix
my makeup so I look like I'm ready for a night out, spray perfume all over
my body, and dress in lingerie.  The process really turns me on... like I
am getting ready for a lover.

On this particular evening, I was feeling turned on and since I had a free
Saturday night in front of me, I decided to go through my "routine."  To
get started, I ran a hot bubble bath and after disrobing, stepped into the
tub to soak for a while and day dream to get more in the mood.  I sighed as
I lowered my body into the steaming water and as I leaned back to rest my
head on the back of the tub I could hear bubbles pop by my ears.  I closed
my eyes and thought about my latest crush from work.  Leslie is, in a word,
gorgeous.  I don't know much about her since she just began working at the
company a few weeks ago but I do know that every time I pass her in hallway
or bump into her at lunch, our eyes meet and I swear she is thinking the
same thing I am thinking -- that I would love to spend some time getting to
know her better.

Leslie isn't womanly like me. Instead, she is taller -- about 5'7'' and has
short black hair styled like a man's.  Her body appears strong and muscled
and I have often wondered how her body would feel on top of mine.  I have
not spoken to her because I worry that she isn't into feminine women like
me. Lesbians often discount me as being gay because of my appearance.  What
they don't know is that my favorite thing in the world is the taste of a
woman. There is just nothing like it in the world.

I started thinking about Leslie and wondered what she tastes like. Would
she be well groomed or wild? Maybe she doesn't like hair at all and shaves
herself. That thought made my pussy twitch with excitement and I felt my
nipples harden.  It was time to abandon my bath and move on to the next
part of my evening. I stepped out of the bath and toweled myself off. The
roughness of the towel made my nipples stand up even more and when I
lowered my hand the dry the bubbles that were still clinging to my thighs,
I noticed how wet I was between my thighs.  "No towel can handle that", I
thought to myself and smiled since I knew how much wetter I was going to be
before the night ended.

I walked naked to my vanity and brushed my golden hair until it shone. The
steam from my bath had given it a slight curl that framed my face nicely so
I decided to leave it down tonight.  I got out my makeup and started
powdering my face.  Now let me stop right here and admit that I am quote a
make up whore. I love make up -- all kinds -- and have overflowing drawers
full of cosmetics.  I lined my green eyes with a rich brown eyeliner and
added a health dose of matching eye shadow. After adding two coats of
mascara I checked my work in the mirror and was pleased with what I saw.
My eyes glowed -- not just from the liberal make up but also with he
knowledge of the orgasm that was building inside me.  I bit my bottom lip
for a moment and pondered my lipstick color for the evening.  My pussy gave
another twitch and I knew what it was demanding. "Okay, okay," I said out
loud. "Red it is."  I pulled out the tube of perfect red lipstick and
traced my lips, adding a red hue to both my top and bottom lip. "There," I
thought . "Perfect."

Now that my hair and make up were done, I turned to my lingerie drawer to
get dressed. It probably sounds strange that I get dressed in lingerie for
myself but I so enjoy the feeling of silky stockings and garter belts next
to my skin.  Tonight I chose a pair of black thong bikini panties and a
matching push up bra. I pulled up the panties and arranged the thong piece
between my cheeks, enjoying the feel of the silk as it settled between my
lips.  I then put on the bra which took slightly more time because it takes
a while to adjust my ample breasts into the too small push up bra. While I
never wear the bra in public it is one of my favorites at home because I
love the way my breast look and feel when they strain against the fabric.
Usually one or both nipples end up poking over the bra cup and when that
happens, like tonight, I imagine my lover's gaze as she looks from my face
to my breasts drinking it all in.  Tonight of course I think about Leslie
and imagine her lowering her head to my breast and slowly, very slowly,
licking my nipple through the bra lace until it has swollen so much that it
peeks over the cup as if straining for direct contact with Leslie's tongue.

"Damn," I said. "If I keep this up I won't make it to the undressing part."
Now that I was in bra and thong, I decided to keep with the black theme and
added a black garter belt.  I smoothed on black thigh high stockings. I ran
my hand up my leg and connected the stocking to my garter belt.  As always
I marveled at how a simple elastic string between stocking and garter belt
can make my naked thighs tingle with anticipation.  Lastly I entered my
closet and looked for the perfect shoes for tonight. After about a minute
and a half of searching I picked a pair of 3" black patent leather
stilettos. Again, not something I would wear in public but they were
perfect for parading around the house in lingerie.

I slipped the heels on and turned to look at myself in the vanity
mirror. "Not bad," I said out loud.  In truth, it was more than not bad.
The process of getting "dressed" had aroused me so that my cheeks were
flushed, my nipples were peeking over the edge of my bra, and my eyes had
taken on a seductive "Fuck me" look.  Beyond that I could feel my swollen
lips strain at the thong and knew if I felt between my legs I would find my
panties soaked with my own juices.

I went back to my lingerie drawer and felt around I the back for my
favorite vibrator.  I've had it for several years and although I have added
many toys to my collection it remains one of my favorites.  My pussy spoke
again with another twitch so I returned to the drawer and pulled out the
eight inch dildo that goes with my strap on.  This is usually a treat I
reserve for my lovers; even though I prefer more butch women, I love the
feel of my lover's feminine woman's body over me and the contrast of the
hard and always-ready strap on against my hot, slippery, and soft pussy.
Just thinking about it makes me picture Leslie with her dark boyish hair
leaning over me, parting my thighs, and pausing with anticipation for a
very long second before she enters me.

"Oh God," I moan and move to the bed.  As I recline, I imagine the feel of
the tip of Leslie's dildo as she enters me. I take the dildo and mimic my
fantasy, pushing first the fat tip in and as my pussy adjust to the size,
taking more and more of the shaft in. It's Leslie's hands that rubbing my
nipples and lightly pulling on them. I groan as I thrust the phallus in and
out, in and out again, imagining Leslie's hips moving in sync with mine. I
can almost feel her back on my feet as I spread my legs wide to get a
deeper thrust.  I am so turned on by now and can hear the sloshing of my
juices with every thrust.  Not enough, I grab my vibrator and turn it on.
I always try to start on slow speed so my orgasm can build but tonight, my
thoughts of Leslie have me in a frenzy. I increase the speed and place the
tip of the vibrator on my clit.  "Ooooooh," I cry as I feel a shudder
begin.  I move the vibrator away from direct contact with my clit and
instead begin circling my pussy, touching everywhere but my aching clit.
Finally I am not able to wait any longer.  My swollen clit aches to be
touched and so I bring the vibrator up again. I rub once, twice, three
times and then I feel the orgasm rise and I am screaming in pleasure.  I
shove two fingers in my pussy and pump furiously which brings on another
orgasm.  It is Leslie's fingers I imagine in me and cry out again in
pleasure. "Oooooooh Leslie!"