Date: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 23:27:10 -0700
From: Alicia Dawn <lici@cox.net>
Subject: Until Tomorrow 3

Written by Alicia Dawn
Story by Sexy Princess

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Until Tomorrow 3

      After getting back to DC and picking up my car, heading straight home,
thinking that I would fix myself to eat once I was home. Walking into the
apartment I stood just inside of the door transfixed, looking at the spot where it all
began with Shannon. Oh how I was going to miss that girl.

      After taking a shower and getting a quick sandwich, I went to bed, getting a
very good nights' sleep, as a matter of fact, it was one of the best I had in a long
time.

      Arriving at work a little earlier than usual, I noticed that Melanie was
already there, sitting in her office, reading a paper and drinking a cup of coffee.
As I walked into her office, I was greeted with a huge smile and asked if I wanted
join her in a cup of coffee while I told her about my trip. I went and got a cup and
poured myself a cup, then sitting down in front of her desk, telling her all about
the trip, and the wedding I attended. I told her how friendly everyone was, since I
was almost a total stranger. I really didn't tell her about Shannon, but just
mentioned that it was my friend's sister's wedding. We talked more about the
company and where she thought it was headed, which she said was really
starting to grow, thanks you me and my co-workers.

      As her phone started to ring, I mouthed "See you later!" and walked
out of the room towards my office. Once there, I turned on my computer, then
getting another cup of coffee from the break room. As I was settling, my phone
started ringing. After my company rehearsed greetings, the caller identified
herself as Janice Stockton of the Stockton Detective Agency and asked to speak
to Layla McBride.

      "Yes Janice, this is Layla, how are you doing this morning?"

      "I'm doing very well thank you, but I do have some bad news for you. We
followed your husband, John to three different cities since he left over a week
ago, and I'm afraid to say that he has met up with five different women since
then. We have pictures of each of the meetings, including taking them to diner,
then to his hotel room. I personally haven't seen the actual pictures yet, but was
told that each person in the pictures is quite identifiable. Do you want us to
continue following and documenting everything, or stop?"

      "He's due back this coming Friday, why don't you continue the surveillance
until he walks back into the apartment."

      She went on to tell me that once she had the pictures back in her office
that she would also have a detailed report to go with them. She also said that she
could recommend a very good lawyer if I would want one. I got the name and
phone number, which I knew I was going to be needing. After I hung up the
phone, sitting back into my chair, it all seemed to be coming down on me all at
once. I was not sure if it was anger, or hurt, or just being frustrated all these
years in a loveless marriage, the tears started to flowing from my eyes, laying my
head on my desk, I just began crying harder, until I was to the point of sobbing.

      Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, pulling me up to a sitting position. I
looked and it was Melanie standing beside me at my desk. I noticed my office
door had been closed, thinking Melanie had closed it to keep my personal affairs
private from the rest of my co-workers.

      "What's wrong Layla, are you hurt or something, why are you crying like
this?" She then handed me a tissue.

      Taking the tissue form her, wiping my eyes and cheeks, I blew my nose
into the tissue tossing it into the trash can and reaching for another. I just got a
call from the detective agency that I had hired to follow my husband. I wanted to
find out once and for all if in fact he was cheating on me. It has been almost over
a year since he even touched me. I don't know, it seemed like every emotion you
could ever possibly feel, came rushing to me at the same time. I couldn't help
myself, I just started crying over anger, guilt, happiness, hurt... you name it, I felt
it. Slowly again my eyes started to water up, and before I knew it, I was standing,
with Melanie cuddling me in her arms, rocking me side to side, whispering that it
was going to be alright.

      Backing away so that I could look at Melanie, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
cause such a ruckus, but..." as she held up her hand.

      "I've been exactly where you are this very moment, when that son of a
bitch ex-husband of mine did the same thing to me, I went through what just now
happened to you, so I know what you're saying about feeling every emotion at
once. Listen, I want you to sit down here, and collect yourself, then go home. I
don't want to see you back here until you got it out of your system. I mean it, not
as your boss, but as a friend. Ok!"

      "Are you sure Melanie, I mean you might need me."

      "Honey, do me a favor, go home. You and I both know you're not going to
be worth a shit if you stay here in the frame of mind your in right now."

      "Ok! But I will be back tomorrow, you can count of that."

      Giving each other another little hug, Melanie then slipped out the door,
closing it behind her. Thinking that maybe Melanie was right, all I had to do was
to be talking to someone on the phone, then think of something stupid and start
bawling when I had a client on the line. Collecting my stuff, shutting off my
computer, I got up to go home not knowing what my next move was going to be.

      Within fifteen minutes I was home. It all seemed kind of strange, a
weekday, and I was home. I was far enough above the streets, that I really didn't
hear and of the hustle and bustle normally going on in a weekday. I sat down on
the sofa, my purse in my lap, which I absently mindedly forgot to put it on the
stand next to the door like I normally do. Sitting there, thinking all that was said
when talking to Janice at the detective agency, I remembered her giving me a
name and phone number of an attorney she said could clean his clock. Digging
through my purse, I found the slip of paper with her name and phone number,
and pulled out my cell to call her. Dialing the number, I waited, not even knowing
if it was too early to call.

      "Good morning, Burgess Attorneys at Law, how can I help you this
morning?"

      "Yes, good morning, my name is Layla McBride, and I was referred to Ms
Burgess by Janice Stockton. Is there any way I can make an appointment to see
Ms Burgess as soon as possible?"

      "Could you tell me what this is in regards to?"

      "Yes, I would like to talk to her about filing for a divorce from my husband,
John McBride as soon as possible."

      "Yes, I see... let me check, may I put you on hold for a minute or so?"

      "Yes, that would be fine, thank you."

      Sitting there, listening to the elevator music, I began to wonder what the
people listened to when I put them on hold at the travel agency. What seemed
like a short time, the receptionist came back on line and asked if I was free at
nine forty five, Ms Burgess had her next case delayed and could see me this
morning if I had time to meet with her."

      "Yes, I am free to meet with her this morning, if you would give me the
address, I'll be right over."

      After writing the address down, I returned everything to my purse, setting it
down and going to the bathroom to freshen up and redo my makeup.

      I walked into the law firm at nine forty exactly. Walking up to the
receptionist desk, I noticed the name plate read June Harper. June looked to be
petite, with very long light auburn hair, and the prettiest green eyes, and freckles
across the bridge of her nose. From the way she was sitting, it would appear that
she had an A cup breasts, but then they seemed to fit her body perfectly.

      "My name is Layla McBride, I think I talked to you a short time ago and
about seeing Ms Burgess."

      "Yes, I was the one you talked to earlier, if you'll have a seat, I check and
see if she is ready to see you."

      As I sat down, I noticed that there were no women's magazines, but only
business magazines and a copy of the Wall Street Journal. I started scanning
through one of the magazines lying on the table in front of me, if only to keep
myself occupied and not becoming a nervous wreck. Breaking my wondering
mind, I heard my name being called. I looked up and June was standing by an
open door waiting for me.

      As I got up and started walking towards her, her face again lit up with a
very pretty smile. As I got to the door, she motioned for me to enter. Walking into
the office, I was almost taken back the grandeur of it. Behind the biggest desk I
think I ever saw, was who I assume was Ms Burgess, and behind her was floor to
ceiling windows, spanning the entire width of the room. On the walls to either
side, was lined with book cases, filled with law books. On each side of the room a
closed door leading to another room. Near the entrance door, was a conference
tabled with six chairs around it. As I walked towards the desk, Ms Burgess rose
from her chair and was walking around the desk to greet me. She appeared to be
around 5'4", maybe around 115 pounds, long dark brown hair, and possibly a C
cup breasts. She was wearing a long sleeve light shade of pink Jasmine pleated
silk blouse, a high neckline, puffed sleeves and rouleau buttons, and a Tory
Burch silk skirt with soft pleats below a wide ruched waistband shape a flowy
feminine skirt.  As I approached, she stuck out her hand, "Hi, I'm Kathrine
Burgess, and you must be Layla McBride, please have a seat."

      In front of the desk was two high back chairs done up in a rich brown
velour. As I sat down and put my purse on the floor at my feet, Ms Burgess then
asked; "It is my understanding that you are here seeking a divorce from your
husband, John McBride, is that correct?"

      "Yes it is, I hired a detective agency to follow him and see if in fact he was
cheating on me. I talked to a Janice Stockton this morning and she assured me
that he was in fact cheating, and had met up with five different women since
leaving town and traveling to three different cities. Miss Stockton was the person
who gave me your name and phone number."

      "Yes, Janice. Janice mentioned something about your case last night. Oh,
I'm sorry. You see, Janice is my wife. We had a civil ceremony and are living
together. I trust this does not bother you, does it?"

      "No... no of course not. I am very happy for you and Janice. Maybe one
day I'll get to meet her in person and not over the phone. Matter of fact, I am
having thoughts now concerning my own sexuality, and to be honest, I am a bit
confused. Maybe one day when this is all over, I might invite you and your wife to
dinner, and maybe you both could help me in my understanding of being a
lesbian."

      "I think that is a marvelous idea, why not make it a date, with the day
penciled in later, shall we?"

      "Great! Now Ms Burgess..." as she raised her hand.

      "Please call me Kate, except maybe in the court room, where everything is
official there. Ok!"

      "Thank you. Now Ms... I mean Kate, where do we start, or what! I'm really
lost here as to what happens next."

      "First off, I don't want you to mention any of this to your husband at this
point. Let me get my investigators to do a little research on him to see if he has
any monies stashed away. In the meantime, you gather up all your financial
records, deeds, trusts, anything that shows any amount of value. In the
meantime, we'll have the papers drawn up, a financial record established, and a
list of things we want and need, then add them to the papers to be signed by you
and you're soon to be ex-husband. Does this explain a little at this time?"

      "Yes it does, very much. I never thought of any hidden monies, I only know
what is in our checking and savings accounts. I never thought he might be
putting some away elsewhere."

      "Honey that is why you have me, to think of the hidden possibilities."

      "Great, now for the hard part, how much is all this going to cost me, hoping
I have enough or else I'm screwed before I even get started?"

      "All you need to worry about for now, is the court costs. June will be able to
help you with that when you go to leave here today, the rest, your ex is going to
be paying for your divorce, not you."

      "Really! I feel so much better already. I'll start getting everything you asked
for together, make a copy of everything and have it sent over to you by currier, if
that is ok with you?"

      "Yes, but make sure you hang onto the originals, if anything put them up in
a bank box or somewhere else that is safe. If we have to turn anything into the
courts, they won't accept copies, everything must be an original or at least a
certificated copy."

      After stopping by and signing papers for June, giving her a check, I was
heading out the door to my car. Glancing at my watch, I noticed that it was only a
little past eleven. Knowing that they were shorthanded at the office and knowing
Melanie was not going to be able to leave for lunch, I decided to stop and get us
a Chinese order to go, take it to her, and tell her about going to the lawyer and
possibly how easy all this is going to be.

      Walking in Melanie's office right at noon, she was shocked to see me, and
even more so when she saw the take out bags of Chinese food I had in my
hands. I sat the bags down on her conference table, took off my coat and closed
the door. Melanie by this time had come from behind her desk and was sitting
down at the table.

      "Ok, what's up with you? You didn't just go out and get us lunch and bring
it down here and not have something you wanted to say, is there?

      "Well, I wanted you to be the first to know, before I got our lunch. I went to
a lawyer's office and started my divorce proceedings." I had gotten Melanie her
favorite, sweet n sour chicken, and I had the Mongolian beef, I went on telling her
about my lawyer being a lesbian, and really not sure if she was a man hater, but
maybe a little was good. I also told her that she was going to make sure I got
everything I deserved to get, plus maybe a little extra on the side, like having him
pay for the divorce.

      Once we were done eating, I told Melanie that I was going to return to my
desk and work the rest of the afternoon, that I needed to stay busy, and sitting
home would not make matters any easier.

      "Staying busy really would be good for you, and to be honest, we really do
need the extra help, because we are a lot busier than expected for a Monday."

      Gathering up the trash, cleaning off the table, I picked up my coat and as I
opened the door to start back to my office...

      "Oh Layla, if anyone should ask, I sent you on an errand, and since you
were out, you brought us lunch, ok?"

      "Ok, thanks! You know, you're the best boss I ever had."

      "I am? Thanks. Wait a minute, I'm the only boss you ever had."

      "I know, that's what makes you the best."

      I was kept busy rest of the afternoon, which is what I really needed to keep
my mind off John and my upcoming divorce. I was going to worry about mom and
dad later, no sense in bringing them into the picture right now, as I felt I had a full
plate as it was, plus I wanted to have a copy of the pictures, so when they would
start in on how perfect he is, I could lay out the pictures so they could see for
themselves.

      At five forty five, I walked in the door of the apartment. I took out my phone
and sent Shannon a text to call me when she was alone and had time to talk
without being interrupted. I really assumed that it was probably diner time for
them, so I thought it would be a little while before she would call me. I walked to
the bedroom, stripping along the way, leaving a trail of clothes to the bedroom. I
walked into the bathroom, pulling off my last piece of clothing, my lace trimmed
panties dropping them into the hamper to be washed. I turned on the water to the
shower, and as I waiting for the hot water, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I
have been able to maintain the same figure I had while in college, eight years
ago. I did notice that when I turned sideways, my breasts were still firm looking
with no noticeable sag in them. Lightly tracing my nails over my dark brown
areoles my nipples became as hard as pencil erasers. I knew if I didn't stop now,
no telling when I would stop, which brought a smile to my lips. Adjusting the
temperature, I stepped into the shower and started washing my hair first.

      After getting out of the shower, drying my hair, I wrapped a towel around
myself, I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a margarita, sat on the sofa with
only the towel around me. I sat there, transfixed looking at the Washington
Monument, thinking of it as one of Sigmund Freud's phallic symbols. My mind
went back to Saturday night, looking into Shannon's eyes as she slowly fucked
me with the strap-on. I laid there, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. As
she raised her cute little ass up, pulling the dildo out of me, she would suck in her
breath as the strap would then press and pull on her clit. Feeling the moisture
beginning to form on my own pussy, I lifted my leg, putting the heel on the sofa,
opening up my pussy to my fingers. Pulling the towel aside, I slid my fingers up
and down my slit, collecting the moisture on my lips. I brought my fingers to my
lips, licking and tasting my juices on them, remembering kissing Shannon lips,
tasting my juices on her lips, causing a slight shutter in my body.

      As I was about to slide at least three of my fingers into my pussy, the
phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, Shannon's name appeared.

      "Good evening sweetie, how are you?"

      "Oh baby, I'm not doing very well, I'm down in the dumps with the blues
missing you. I miss you so much Layla."

      "I miss you so much also Shannon, but I have some news to tell you. I
think you'll love hearing all about it."

      "Oh please tell me you're at Krystal's waiting for me to meet you?"

      Giggling... "No, but I am sitting here on my sofa, naked with my legs
spread wide open, running my finger up and down my wet slit while holding the
phone in my other hand."

      I heard a soft moan over the phone... "Dam Layla, now I'm even more
depressed... I want to be there, your arms wrapped around me as I'm the one
sliding my fingers up and down your slit, then licking your juices off."

      "I promise you, on Wednesday evening, we'll be doing a lot more then
cleaning each other's juices off our fingers. That is not really the news I was
going to tell you about."

      "Right now I want to hear more about Wednesday night when you pick me
up at the airport. If the flights are on time, I should be arriving there about six
thirty."

      "Well my dear, I was thinking of picking you up, taking you to your
apartment and for us to dine at the Y most of the evening, occasionally using the
strap-on with each other, then calling out for a pizza before falling to sleep."

      "Oh yes... That sounds like it's going to so exciting. So what else were you
going to tell me?"

      "Well, I was about to tell you that first, I got a call from the detective
agency, saying that in the 3 cities that he has traveled to, they have pictures of
him with five different women. I also went to a lawyer this morning, and started
the proceedings for a divorce."

      "I'm sorry Layla, I know getting the divorce is the right thing to do, under
your present circumstances, but it still can be trematic for you. You know I'll be
there for you, anyway I can."

      "Thank you, that really means a lot to me right now, but until the divorce is
actually final, I think we should be careful, and not let anyone think that we are
lovers or anything."

      "I agree, it's going to be hard, not just grabbing your hand, or giving you a
hug whenever I see you, but I will be careful, I promise."

      "Don't worry love, we will see each other as often as possible, but we're
going to have to be careful."

      "Layla, it's going to be a lot easier than you think for us to see each other,
and when I get home on Wednesday, I'll show what I am talking about, and I'm
not saying anymore until I show you in person."

      "Now you really got my curiosity up. You can't give me a little hint?"

      "No, I'm not going to spoil everything now by giving you the slightest hint."

      "Ok then, so we're are you, I think I hear some background noises?"

      "I'm in the back yard. We just had a little cook out, dad and my little brother
are tossing horse shoes, and mom is sitting on the porch drinking some sweet
tea. I'm sitting on an old log, far enough away so that can't hear me, but can see
me."

      "You sure you can't give me a little hint?"

      "No way! So you might as well stop asking..." giving off a little giggle.

      "Well, just for that, I might was well describe what I am doing right now. I
just slid two fingers into my wet pussy, pulling them out slowly and letting each
fingers slid alongside of my now swollen clit. Ahhhh yes... almost feels like it's
your tongue now making small circles round my clit."

      Dam you Layla, you know I'm with my parents, and there is nothing I can
do at this moment, you're driving me absolutely crazy. What are they going to
think when I walk in the house and my crotch is soaking wet from my juices?"

      "Oh Shannon, yesssss... I just slid the dildo into my pussy. Now I am
sliding it slowly in and out, just like you did to me while staring into my eyes.
When you pushed your hips down, how it filled me, stretching me open, filling my
pussy with all your love..."

      "God dam Layla, I'm going to get you back for this, I promise I am going to
make you pay for this, one way or another. My crotch is already so fucking wet."

      "Oh, such naughty words from an angel. Oh darlin... Yes... I want to lick all
your fucking girlcum off your pussy lips, taste the sweetness as it seeps from
deep within you. When I slowly pull the dildo out, I see your face, the way you
held your breath as it applied pressure to your slit. Oh yes, I am so close to
cumming, rubbing my finger around my clit is like feeling your tongue on me..."
as I heard a long moan coming over the phone.

      "Oh Shannon, yes... yes... I cummmminnnng..." as my orgasm began to
wash over me my juices began running down my slit, across my anus and
dropping onto the towel. I then heard another long low guttural moan over the
phone, knowing it was Shannon also having an orgasm, just by listening to me
have one myself. After a moment or two, I should really say after a few minutes
of silence on the phone, I heard a faint;

      "Mother fucker, Layla I just came so hard, I feel like I actually squirted
when I did, my pants are really soaked now. You fucker, you are so dead!"

      As she was saying all this, I had pulled the dildo out of my pussy and was
in the process of licking it clean when she asked;

      "If I had told you my secret, would you have still have made love with me
over the phone?"

      "Of course my darlin, that is all I've been thinking about since I got home
was you, and that made me want to cum so bad, I couldn't help myself."

      "When you started this little love session, I kind of figured that either way, it
was going to happen. I just had phone sex, in front of my family, and not only
that, I sat here masturbating myself with everyone basically watching, though
they had no idea what the conversation was really about, or that I turned a little to
my side, lifted my leg, half laying on it, while my other hand was between my legs
rubbing my pussy, making myself cum when you did. You do realize I am going
to kill you for this! I am so going to make you pay." I could almost hear the shitty
ass grin she had on her lips.

      "I love you baby, doesn't that count for anything?"

      "I love you also, but no, it's not going to save you, it's just going to make
my little revenge plot that much more sweeter when I spring it on you."

      We talked for another half hour, talking about what her and her family has
been up to the past couple days. Seems on Wednesday, Shannon said that her
mother wants to take her to Birmingham and have a little mother daughter time
together before she has to leave. She also said that she was going to call me
when she was boarding the plane in Atlanta, that way I would know when the
plane was going to arrive.

      After our little talk, I made myself a sandwich, then headed off to bed for
the night. I woke at six, having one of the best night's sleep in a long time.
Tuesday at work was not as hectic as it was on Monday, and I also was in a
much better mood. Melanie only talked for a few brief moments, when she told
me it looked like the world had been lifted from my shoulders.

      Again on Tuesday night, Shannon and I talked on the phone, however we
didn't have phone sex this time. I wanted to let her think I was letting her off the
hook until she arrived home the next night, but little did she know I had
something really wicked planned to have her juices running down her leg by the
time I got her home.

      Again on Wednesday, things were kind of slow, and talking to Melanie, I
told her I had a friend flying in later in the afternoon, and if it would be alright if I
took off about an hour early to go and pick her up, which she said no problem. I
had everything laid out on the bed at home, an elaborate ruffle fringed mini-dress
with a wide V-neck dipping down showing upper half of my breasts and neck in a
flirty light pink chiffon. I had a very sexy sheer panty and bra set trimmed with
lace, also in a light pink to match the dress. I was hoping that with my olive skin
complexion, the light pink would further enhance my legs and breasts, really
getting her juices flowing.

      Standing in the airport, I watched passengers arriving from every part of
the country and the world actually. I had left on my coat, hiding my dress. I didn't
want Shannon to see it until we were away from the airport and I could keep her
attention. I soon spotted Shannon walking down the exit ramp, wearing a white
button down shirt, with a grey vest and designer slim leg jeans. That alone was
enough to start my juices flowing. I stood off to the side, as I watched her walking
towards me, her eyes shifting from side to side in search of me. When she was a
few feet from me, I stepped out in plain sight where she could see me. Her eyes
lit up with a sparkle I could see from where I was standing. She quickened her
pace, rushing into my arms for a long needed hug. I gave her a peck on the
cheek.

      "Welcome home my love, I've missed you so much."

      Stepping back, "Layla, oh God how I have missed you also." She then
pulled me back into a hug, kissing my cheek and neck.

      Stepping back again, I took her by the arm, "Let's get your luggage and get
out of here to somewhere quieter so we can talk. I have made diner reservations
for us, since I know you have not eaten since this morning, and neither have I."

      "I am hungry, but I also want to get you behind a locked close door to show
you how much I've missed you."

      "Honey, we've got all night, well most of it anyway, I do need some sleep,
but I promise you, by morning you'll be totally satisfied until I get off work."

      We only had to wait a short time for the luggage to arrive, then taking them
out to the car. The restaurant I had picked was actually half way from the airport
to my home. Parking and letting valet part the car. Once inside, I was again
feeling the juices starting to wet my pussy lips in anticipation of Shannon's
expression when she saw my dress. As the maitre d' was seating Shannon, I
undid the buttons on my coat. When I had her full attention, I slipped it from me
shoulders, letting her take in the dress and my body. Her eyes became as big as
saucers, her mouth gapped open as she starred at me. I just stood there a
moment, smiling at her, I then took my coat and hung it on the back of the chair.
Turning in my chair, I crossed my legs, giving her a full view of my tights. As she
was looking at my legs, I took her hand in mine, holding her hand to my knee.

      "Honey, is everything alright? You haven't said a word since we were
seated." Giving her my million dollar smile again.

      "You are so bad! You have any idea what you're doing to me right now?"

      "I'm not doing anything actually. I just put this ole dress on, and taking you
to diner after your long flight home," while trying to give her that innocent look.

      The waitress then approached the table, and then got a look at my leg,
showing almost everything. The dress had risen up, and if I slightly parted my
legs, both the waitress and Shannon would have been looking at my pink
panties.

      "I'm hm... hm... I'm Ellen..." She stammered while her eyes were fixed to
my legs. "I'll be your server tonight. Is there um... anything I can get you from the
bar, wine, cocktail or maybe something else?

      We both ordered a glass of merlot, then picking up the menu to look at it
while she went to get our wine. I had decided that maybe I would give our
waitress a little break and put my legs back under the table, knowing full well it
turned her on. I could just imagine her rubbing her legs together, trying to put a
little friction on my pussy to make herself cum, even while here at work.

      After she had brought our wine and took our order, I told Shannon that I
had to go to the restroom and would return in a moment. As I stood and turned to
head to the restrooms, I purposely put a stride in my step so that it would cause
my ass to wiggle a little more, causing my skit to flip side to side. As I turned the
corner, I noticed Shannon had her eyes glued to me as I was walking away from
her. Once in the restroom, I rubbed my pussy, making sure the panties had
soaked up my juices. I then took them off, wadding them up in my hand, I exited
the restroom and headed back to the table.

      As I got back to the table, Shannon was just about to take of sip of her
wine, when I laid the panties on the table in from of her. If only for the fact that
she had the glass to her lips, and had yet taken a sip of wine, otherwise it would
have been all over the table by now.

      "Oh my God! Are these really yours?"

      "Yes dear, smell the sweet aroma, and feel how warm they still are, having
just taken them off."

      Lifting the panties to her nose, Shannon took a very deep breath, closing
her eyes and letting a soft moan escape her lips.

      "You are so naughty. What on earth am I going to do with you?"

      "The thought of running your hand up the inside of my leg, and telling me
what you find might be a good start." Thankfully for the ruffles off my neckline
covering my breasts, you really couldn't see how hard my nipples were, with the
idea of her hand on my wet pussy.

      "Feeling the dampness of these panties in my hand, there is no doubt that I
would find a very wet bald pussy, just waiting for me to make love to it."

      Before I could get out my response to Shannon's last comment, our
waitress Ellen was about to give us out appetizers when she suddenly spotted
the panties sitting on the table in front of Shannon. She had almost dropped the
plate in her hand as she gasped for a quick breath. Shannon moved the panties
aside, placing it on the corner of the table closest to the waitress, where she
continually starred at it while giving us our plates. We both giggled as she walked
away with Shannon saying;

      "We're going to have to give her a good tip for putting her through all of
this."

      "Yes, I agree, but isn't this so much fun teasing the poor girl."

      After finishing my appetizer, I noticed the Ellen standing at her station,
wiping something in her hand while casually looking at us. I began to notice her
body, around five foot five, narrow waist, and what looked like a D or possibly DD
breasts. I wondered if my hands would be able to completely cover the areoles of
her breasts. With a mischievous thought, I discretely pulled my dress higher on
my lap to prevent it from drooping between my legs when I spread them wider. I
started talking to Shannon on the pretense of not paying attention while opening
my legs wider. Watching her out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her eyes
getting bigger and her mouth gaping open, which just told me she was looking at
my wet pussy. Just the thought of showing her my pussy, excited me making my
juices coat my lips for her. She put down what she had been wiping and headed
to the restrooms. I noticed she had the towel in her hand as she went.

      "I'll bet you anything our waitress just went into the bathroom to
masturbate and cum all over herself."

      "No way! What makes you say that?"

      "I had spread my legs and was showing her my wet pussy. After she
starred at it for a few minutes, she took off for the bathroom, and I bet she's not
bringing out the towel she went in with."

      After about five minutes or so, she did come out of the restrooms, and she
was not carrying the towel she went in with. She did look a lot more relaxed and
seemed to have a little more composer.

      "See, no towel. I bet if you went in there, you'll find it in the waste paper
basket, and it'll have a strong smell of our waitress's sex on it."

      "You think?"

      Before I could say anything more, Shannon jumped up and headed to the
restroom before anyone else went in. She wasn't in there a minute when she
came out carrying the terrycloth towel at her side.

      "You were so right. I found it exactly where you said it was going to be.
Smell it, you definitely can smell the sex on it. I bet see wiped her fingers off first,
then cleaned her pussy with it." As I saw Ellen bringing our entrée, I pushed
Shannon's hand with the towel under the table so the Ellen couldn't see it.

      We took our time eating and talked through the rest of our diner, even
ordered a second glass of wine. I told Shannon all about my attorney, and her
being a lesbian, and the lady who runs the detective agency I hired is her wife. I
told her that I had just sent over all the paper work she had asked for, and once
she sees the pictures and finishes the back ground check, I'll know more of
what's is store concerning the divorce.

      After telling Shannon all of this, I now wanted to get her alone and make
love to this woman beside me. I nodded my head towards Ellen, indicating that
we were ready for her. Walking up to the table, "Is there anything else I can do
for you ladies, would you like a cup of coffee or some dessert, we do have a few
specials I think you would enjoy."

      Looking directly at Ellen, I smiled and slowly shook my head no, "I think
we'll just go home and enjoy this dessert..." as I pulled the towel out from under
the table and brought it to my nose to smell.

      Ellen dropped her head and immediately turn red, even in the dim light you
could distinctly make out the blush. I handed her my credit card saying; "We're
ready to go, please use this."

      As Ellen came back to our table dropping off our check with my card, she
still had a rosy glow about her cheeks. I signed the check, leaving a normal tip on
the recipe, but then I slipped an extra forty dollars inside my pink panties into the
folder, hoping she would see both tips and knowing the cash and panties was
strictly for her. As we were walking out of the restaurant, I noticed a name and
phone number on the recipe. I showed it to Shannon. She looked at it, knotting
up her forehead, "so are you going to call her?"

      Putting my hand on her elbow, I stopped walking and turned her towards
me, "Shannon, what we did in there, teasing that poor waitress was a lot of fun,
and I do admit, it did excite me a little, but I want you to know, I'm taking you
home now so that you'll be the only one sharing my bed, tonight or any other
night as far as I am concerned. Shannon, I don't want to share you with
anyone... ever!"

      We stood, facing each other. Shannon lifted her hand slowly and brought
her fingertips to my cheek, lightly caressing it with the back of her fingers.

      "I don't want to share you either. I want you all to myself for as long as I
can have you." We gave each other a hug, then taking her hand, we started
walking to my car.

      Once in the car, Shannon leaned over the console giving me a kiss, while
sliding her hand over my knee, her fingers on the inside of my leg, giving me lite
squeezes as she slid it higher and higher making me moan with each squeeze. I
spread my legs, making it easier for her, and just as she was about to touch me
she pressed her lips to mine as she cupped my pussy, pressing against my clit.
Pulling back, "hurry, let's go before I take you right here and now."

      "Ok, give me directions, I have no idea where you live."

      "I have to stop by the office for a minute, would that be ok? I promise, it'll
be quick."

      Once at the apartment building, I parked in my regular spot, but was
surprised when Shannon asked, "pop the trunk please, I need something out of
it."

      She pulled out her suit cases, and started to towards the elevators.
Standing there a little dumbfounded, I had to run to catch up with her;

      "What are you doing? I thought you needed something from your office
and then I was going to take you home. Why the suit cases?

      As we stepped in the elevator, she simply looked at me, "I'm stay with you
tonight."

      Because she was standing in front of the panel, I didn't see that she had
pressed the third floor button. Suddenly the door opened on the third floor, and
now I was even more dumbfounded than before. As I stood there, she pulled out
a key, unlocking the door, and started walking through it taking her luggage with
her. I followed and when she turned on a light I saw that it was a small efficiency
apartment.

      "Welcome to my humble home. As I said, I'm staying with you tonight,
because you're to stay here with me." Standing before me, the most devilish grin
spread across her face. Shannon grabbed my coat lapels, pulling me towards her
pressing her lips to mine. Her hands found their way under my coat around my
waist, as her fingers began reaching down and caressing the globs of my butt.
Slowly I felt my skirt being lifted, and being a mini, it didn't take long to feel her
fingers on my naked ass, her nails sliding up and down the crack of my ass,
squeezing and pulling as our kiss deepened. Her tongue doing a fire dance with
mine, causing moaning coming from the both of us. That smoldering feeling deep
in pit of my stomach, was now heating up to become a raging infernal.

      Pulling back to catch my breath, I took her face in my hands, holding her
while gazing into her eyes, I saw within them, a glimpse of peace and happiness.
My chest fluttered, as a warm glow began to overtake me. I knew I had felt
something for Shannon, but this was much deeper and stronger. I think for the
first time in my life, I knew what love really felt like. Not so much as being loved,
but feeling the love for someone else. As I stood there, I felt the tears forming in
my eyes and slowly falling down over my cheeks.

      "Layla, what's wrong baby, why are you crying?"

      "I think for the first time in my life, I now know what it really feels like to love
someone. To really be in love. Shannon, I love you so much! I knew I felt strong
feelings for you before and called it love, but now... today... looking into your
eyes, I felt something I never experienced before. I scares me a little, but I know
it's a good thing, so I'm not afraid of it." Wrapping my arms around Shannon's
neck, I pulled her in tightly, squeezing, afraid she might escape.

      I started feeling Shannon starting to slightly jerk herself. I then felt a tear on
my neck, falling down to my shoulder. I realized, Shannon was now crying.

      "Don't cry, I love you."

      "I know baby, but it was the way you said it, the way you looked at me
when you said it. Maybe I now know what it really feels like to have someone
love me as much as you do. I just want you to know and feel the love I have for
you."

      "I do Shannon, I really do." As I softly pressed my lips to hers. I continued
kissing her lips, letting my tongue slid back and forth across them, lightly biting
her upper and lower lips.

      "Shannon, before we get to wrapped up in each other tonight, I either need
to go to my apartment and get my clothes for tomorrow and my makeup bag, or
you can just come up with me with your stuff and spend the night, that way you
can sleep in tomorrow morning while I go to work, with neither one of us roaming
the hallways at an ungodly hour."

      "Your apartment is bigger, and you do have a better view and besides your
bed is a lot more comfortable looking then mine. It's so small!"

      "Ok, just grab a few things and bring them. What you don't use, you can
leave for the next time. I'm sure we're going to be spending a lot of time in each
other's apartment and bed." Both of us started giggling...

      "Yeah, I think you're absolutely right there."

      I watched as Shannon turned around and grabbed her luggage, starting for
the door. She might have noticed a bit of confusion then explained, "before
leaving home, I had washed my undies and had the rest dry cleaned. I'll just take
out what I need, leave a few items and bring everything else back with me in the
morning."

      Reaching out and squeezing her hand, "I just might not let you bring
anything back, but make you leave it all." Shannon gave me a soft coo as she
stood smiling at me.

      After checking if anything needed attending, we turned off the lights,
locked the door, as we started walking towards the elevators, Shannon stopped a
walking, her brow was wrinkled up indicating to me she was in deep thought.

      "Shannon, what's up, is there a problem?"

      "Oh no, but I just had a very wicked and naughty thought."

      "Oh really! Are you going to tell me, or keep me in suspense all night?"

      As we then continued walking, "Well, Layla, it is really pretty bad, does
you're soon to be ex know you only signed a six month lease, or does he assume
it was a full year?"

      "Hell! The only time we talk on the phone when he's gone is if there is an
emergency, and I can't tell you the last time that was. As far as he knows, I would
have signed for a full year."

      "Now for the really naughty part, what if you got your attorney to make him
pay at least half the rent for the apartment for the rest of the lease, and I asked
my boss if she wouldn't mind signing it one more time because of a mistake I
accidently made. Of course I would predate the lease back to when it was
actually due."

      "Oh God! That is so bad! I love it, tomorrow I will call my attorney and see
if that is even possible?"

      Once in the apartment, we went back to the bedroom with her luggage. I
had her empty it all out and put her things in the drawers I had made room for.
For the items that needed to be hung, we just put them on my side of the closet
blending them in with mine. All of these were casual clothes, and I knew
eventually, she would have some of her more dresser work clothes here also.
Once done, we put the now empty luggage by the door.

      Pulling Shannon to me, I kissed her lips while holding her tightly in my
arms.

      "You've been traveling most of the day, why don't I fill the tub, add some
nice scents to it, and we both take a bath together."

      "Oh I love that idea," as she started reached down grabbing the hem to pull
my blouse up over my head. As the blouse cleared my head, I kissed her lips,
pushing my tongue between her lips causing Shannon to moan into my mouth. I
reached and started to pull her cardigan off while dueling with our tongues in
each other's mouth.

      As she dropped my blouse to the floor, I was pulling on the three quarter
sleeves, then dropping the sweater to the floor beside my blouse. As I started on
the buttons of her blouse. As I was doing this, I felt her unhooking my bra, and
pulling the straps down over my arms. As my breasts were exposed, her lips
immediately went to my nipples, licking and biting one, then going to the other
and doing the same to it. Laying my head back and thrusting out my chest, I
stopped trying to undress Shannon as I enjoyed the attention she was giving me.
Opening the button on the side of my skirt, she unzipped it, letting it fall to my
feet. One of her hands was on my ass cheeks, rubbing and squeezing them, her
fingers on her other hand was sliding up and down my wet slit. After our activities
in the restaurant and dressing so sexy for her, I needed to cum, and I needed it
badly.

      "Shannon I need to cum so bad, take me to the bedroom and fuck me,
please fuck me baby."

      As Shannon stepped back, I stepped out of the dress at my feet, and
slipped off the pumps I had on, and started walking naked to the bedroom, with
Shannon's fingertips sliding up and down the crack of my ass.

      Walking up to the bed, I turned and sat down as Shannon starting taking
the rest of her clothes off. I watched as she slowly, peeled each piece of clothing
off, then caressing herself in front of me. After pulling off her bra, she cupped
each of the breasts in her hands, then taking her thumbs and forefingers, she
would pull and pinch them both at the same time.

      As I was about to reach out for her, she stepped back, shaking her head
no, saying, "just watch baby..." As she unbuttoned her jeans, slowly sliding down
the zipper, she rubbed her hands on her hips, then back across her covered
mound. When she returned her hands to her hips, she hooked her thumbs into
the waist band of the jeans and began slowly working them down. As her blue
panties started coming into view, I moan, sucking in my breath. As she pushed
her jeans down past her mound to about half way down her tights, I could start to
smell her aroma, the sweet scent of her juices that covered her panties between
her legs. When she turned, putting her back to me, bending over to finish taking
off her jeans, I then saw the wet spot, covering the gusset of the panties. From
the transparency of the now soaked panties, you could just see what looked like
her swollen clit protruding from between the labia.

      While watching her, I spread my legs wider, and began running my fingers
up and down my slit. As she finished taking off her jeans, she turned and was
watching me, while I sat there slowly masturbating shamelessly in front of her.
She reached to her waist, again hooking her thumbs into the panties and slowly
starting pulling them down. The wet panties were sticking to her pussy, then
suddenly snapping free, exposing her wet pussy lips to me. Dropping them to the
floor, she slid her hand between her legs, running her fingers up and down her
slit. Stooping a little, she inserted two of her fingers into her wet pussy, sliding
them until I saw her knuckles touching her labia. I too, slid my fingers deep into
my pussy, wiggling them while working them in and out.

      She removed her fingers from her pussy, bring them towards my lips. As I
was about to lick them, she pulled back, again shaking her head no! She brought
them forward again, almost touching my nose, letting me breath in her scent.

      As she was doing this, she reached down, taking my hand and removing
my fingers from within me. Holding my wrist, she brought my fingers to her nose
and lips. I started to mimic her every move. She took her hand away from my
lips, caressing the side of my face, sliding her fingers down across my check,
letting her fingertips cross over my nipple, down across my stomach to my pussy.
As she was doing this to me, I had done the same to her. She slowly slid her two
fingers into my pussy, causing me to moan and again gasp for breath. We then
fucked each other's pussy with our two fingers. Pulling her fingers from my
pussy, she brought them again to my lips, as I did the same to her. Slowly she
spread my juices across my lips, then sliding both fingers into each other's
mouths. After cleaning our fingers off, Shannon began licking my lips, lightly
kissing each one, tasting my juices on my lips as I was also licking her lips and
kissing her. She slowly pressed her lips fully onto mine, her hand behind my
head, holding me, her tongue searching the inside of my mouth. Holding her face
in my hands while kissing her, we both began moaning into each other's mouths.

      As we separated, she stepped in between my knees, running her finger up
one side and down the other, not touching my clit, but around it, and staying
away from the labia.

      "You want to cum, don't you my little dove?"

      "Oh God yes, please make love to me, let me cum all over the bed tonight,
I'm so hot and horny for you."

      "Well my little dove, remember when I said I was going to get even with
you, for doing what you did on the phone the other day when I was in the back
yard? When you had me rubbing my pussy with the whole family not more than
forty feet from me? When I also had to have an orgasm, and not let anyone know
I was actually having one? Now you want me to suck on your cunt and make you
cum?"

      I was almost taken back when she flicked her finger across my clit and
called it a cunt. She never cursed, and only then if she was in the throes of an
orgasm.

      "Well cunt!" As she flicked my clit again... "Tell me you want me to suck
and fuck your cunt until you can't walk straight?"

      It almost became a ritual, each time she called my vagina a cunt, she
would flick her finger across my clit. I wasn't sure if it was the flick, or her calling
my vagina a cunt that excited me even more.

      "You going to tell me cunt? Repeat after me, Shannon, please lick and fuck
my cunt."

      After another flick, "Shannon, make love to me."

      "No my little slut, do I have to put on the strap-on and fuck you in your
slutty ass to get your attention?"

      My head snapped up, a morbid fear seemed to drain my face of blood,
thinking of that monster going into my ass.

      "Ah... I see we now have your attention, so tell me my little slut."

      "Please Shannon... I want you to fuck and lick my... my... err cunt." I now
could feel the juices beginning to really flow from my pussy.

      "Oh my, your soaking my hand you're so wet. Where is the strap-on, is it
here in the night stand beside me?"

      "Yes." I barely whispered...

      As she opened the drawer and looking in, "Oh my, we do have a collection,
don't we. The strap-on, a couple of smaller dildo's and vibrators. Oh what fun are
we going to have tonight?" She then pulled out the strap-on and began putting it
on and lubing it up.

      "Tell me, you're ready for it, aren't you?"

      I was so ready, I was actually biting my lower lip in anticipation. "Oh yes,
fuck my cunt. Eat my slutty cunt."

      Shannon then pushed three fingers into my pussy to the knuckles, as she
sucked my clit into her mouth. Never before have had I come so quickly. Before I
knew what was happening, I began to jerk to the spasms now taking over my
body. My girlcum was pouring out of me, soaking Shannon and the bed.
Shannon pulled her finger from my pussy, then rubbed them across my lips
before putting all three in my mouth.

      "Suck them clean. I want you to clean your slutty cunt juice from my
fingers."

      As I was sucking on her fingers, she had stepped between my legs. I felt
her lining the strap-on cock to my wet pussy. She removed her fingers from my
mouth, picking my legs up as my ass was on the edge of the bed, she rammed
the entire dildo straight into my pussy.

      With almost a howl, I felt every inch filling my pussy. She held it deep in
me while slightly moving it in circles. I began to moan with each movement, my
hands on her forearms holding my legs up and wide open.

      She then moved her arms, pushing my legs up until my knees were
mashed to my breasts. She placed my hands behind my knees to hold them
there.

      "Oh Layla, it's so hot watching my fake cock sliding in and out of your cunt.
Watching it pull out on your lips, then pushing them inside of your cunt as the
cock goes all the way in. Makes you hot when I call your pussy a cunt, doesn't it?

      "You fucking bitch, fuck my cunt you whore, fuck me!" I was nearly
screaming these words to her as she started to pound my poor pussy with her
fake cock. I didn't know she reached into the drawer and pulled out the vibrator,
but when she turned it on and laid it against my clit, I almost went blastic.

      I lay there, holding my knees to my breasts looking at Shannon, my
panting coinciding with her thrusting, feeling a pending orgasm building inside of
me. My legs began to quiver, my stomach started to tighten up. My body then
jerked, losing all sense of control, the pounding never slowed, the vibrator
mashed to my clit, my body seemed to be in a constant jerking motion. I was
starting to come down, but she never stopped pound her fake cock into me.
Beads of sweat dripped off her face onto my stomach. Her breasts and chest had
a sheen of sweat on them.

      "Oh God baby, stop, I can't take any more... please... I... I..." As she
continued to fuck me, I again started climbing to another peak. Again my body
shook as spasm after spasm racked my body. I lay, jerking. My head thrashing
side to side. Saliva from my mouth, running down over my chin and cheeks. As
my mind and body were being pushed to the very limit of my existence, I
thankfully passed out.

      I slowly began to gain some form on consciousness, I was lying flat on the
bed. Shannon had a damp washcloth, wiping me down while lying close to me.

      "Are you ok baby? I was starting to get a little worried, I was afraid I might
have gone too far."

      Using all the strength I could muster, I brought my fingers to Shannon
cheek. Lightly caressing her cheek with of my fingers, following her chin from the
ear to her lips. Looking at Shannon, I felt the tears forming in my eyes. Sudden
as if it was a down pour, they fell steadily down my cheeks. Shannon had a very
concerned look on her face, "Baby, why are you crying?"

      Placing my hand behind her neck, I pulled her down and began kissing her
lips, while the tears fell from my eyes. As our kiss ended, pulling apart I just kept
looking at her as she wiped the tears from me.

      "I'm fine. I don't know why I'm crying. I guess because I feel so happy. I
feel like a fool now, but I'm glad it's you that made me cry. Is there such a thing
as crying because you're happy?"

      Shannon was nearly laying on top of me, her face directly over mine. Her
lips were slightly parted, eyes about half closed as we starred at each other. I
noticed the moisture building in her eyes.

      "Yes! It is possible to cry because you are very happy."

      Cupping her face in my hands, I used my thumbs to wipe away her tears, I
pulled her down to my lips, barely touching. Extending my tongue to my lips, I slid
it across my lips and hers where they touched. I soon felt her tongue join mine,
and in unison, we licked and kissed each other's lips while caressing our tongues
together. I slowly began pushing my tongue deeper, running it over the edges of
her teeth. Forcing it between her teeth into the recesses of her mouth. I circled
her tongue with mine, almost like daring it to follow mine into my mouth. As I
slowly pulled back my tongue, hers followed until it was deep into my mouth. I
then began sucking on it, drawing all the saliva from it, drinking a part of my true
love into my mouth. As both our nostrils flared, our breath quacking, the passion
of our kiss felt unending. As the kiss ended, each pulling back, we looked into
each other's eyes. No words were needed because it was clearly written in our
eyes how we both felt.

      Putting my hand on her shoulder, "I think I need to go to the bathroom."

      After a quick kiss, "Ok, here, I'll help you up."

      As I started to lift myself, I felt a pain in my stomach and pussy, causing
me to groan...

      "You ok?"

      Holding my stomach, "Yeah, just a little sore, but also I think my stomach
muscles may have tighten up one to many times. I'll be alright, just give me a
second then I'll get up.

      I rolled out of bed, walking rather gingerly to the bathroom, I knew I was
going to be really sore tomorrow. After using the toilet and cleaning up, walked
back into the bedroom, finding Shannon under the covers, leaning up against the
headboard, patting the spot beside her. I crawled under the covers, laying my
head in her lap.

      "Layla, when I was making love to you, I hope I didn't get too carried away,
bossing you around, calling you a slut and cunt? I was just trying to give you a
little payback, but to do that I had to be somewhat dominate to make it work."

      "Do you see that big wet spot on the side of the bed and floor, and how
hard I came? I knew what you were doing, and you see the results. I'm not
saying I want you to act like that all the time, but maybe once in a while, a little
fantasy, just to spice things up a little."

      "Ok, next time we do whatever you want, no questions asked." As she
leaned over giving me a kiss on my forehead.

      "Tomorrow, I'm staying with you, and you get the loving you so deserve,
now slide down her and hold me. I want to feel your arms around me."

      I turned, making sure the alarm was set, turned off the lights and snuggled
up to Shannon laying my head on her chest listening to her heart beat. Soon her
breathing began to slow, becoming regular as we both fell into a restful sleep.

      To be Continued:

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