Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2007 14:51:43 +1000 (EST)
From: erica milligan <erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Waiting at the Station

A story of lesbian sex between an older woman and a much
younger one. If you've read other stories that I've
written you'll be aware that the older woman is not the
teacher, that part falls to the younger woman Madeline.
She seems to have unlimited talent when I comes to taking
a sexually repressed woman and teaching her the ways of
the lesbian world.

The story is entitled Waiting at the Station and its
author is Erica Milligan. My e-mail address is
Erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au and I'd be pleased to hear any
criticisms or ideas for other stories.

I hope you enjoy reading it.

The station is fairly crowded waiting for the next train
to arrive. I'm waiting for Madeline, my girl friend, we
haven't seen each other for ages and as I wait I'm
nervously picking at imaginary bits of fluff on my dress
hoping that I look really nice for her. It's crazy
really, here am I a thirty something year old divorced
mother waiting for my teenage lover and feeling very
anxious about it. When I say waiting for my lover and
anxious about it readers must be wondering what I'm
carrying on about but first you have to know how things
stand between Madeline and I.

Madeline is the dominant person in our relationship and
frankly that's how I like it. Not that Madeline would
care if I didn't, time and time again she's shown me that
when it comes to lesbian love she's the leader and I'm
her submissive partner. So now you know what the
situation is and perhaps you now realise why I'm so
nervous.

At last the train pulls into the station and there's the
usual rush of passengers who must be rushing to other
forms of transport and then there are those just
wandering along the platform without a care in the world.
Nervously I'm checking the neckline of my dress and
smoothing the skirt across my bottom when along the
platform comes this vision. She looks absolutely
beautiful in a white lace blouse and silver grey skirt,
which I'd recognised immediately because I'd bought them
for her on one of our previous meetings.

With her jet black hair, dark eyes and olive skin she
looks so wonderful and it takes me all my time to prevent
myself from jumping over the barrier and rushing up to
her. She spots me waving to her and as though someone has
called out to her she's turned around and taken a few
paces in the opposite direction. As she walks those few
paces she smooths her hand over her bottom and I'm sure
that she's done it especially for me to see. I couldn't
see any other reason for her to turn around so I guess
the little act was for my benefit. Goodness, she's got a
lovely arse. Those few steps were sufficient for me to
drool over the shape of her backside and when she turns
back to face toward me her long stride pulls the skirt
tight across her thighs. Wow, what a view, her legs are
long and muscular and her thighs are strong enough, as
someone once told me, to crack coconuts between them.
I've complimented her on her gorgeous bottom and legs on
numerous occasions before so I'm guessing that she's
teasing me.

This girl doesn't rush for anyone and carelessly ambles
along the platform making me wait for her. One thing
though is that I have plenty of time to examine her, that
walk is full of arrogance and seems to say I'm hot and
you can have a look but don't you dare touch me until I
give you permission. As she reaches the barrier and hands
her ticket to the attendant she gives me one of her
glorious smiles and I think the attendant thought it was
for him and he lit up like a Christmas tree.

She came through the barrier with all the confidence of a
rock star or film actress and waited just outside the
barrier for me to go to her. Yes, I know you all think
she's an arrogant bitch and I should probably agree with
you but that's not my style and besides which I'm just so
happy to see her. The kiss that I was expecting didn't
eventuate, I got just the tiniest little peck on the
cheek and taking my hand, at the same time giving me her
bag to pull along, she led me to a little restaurant.
Once settled in a corner seat she called the waitress
across and ordered our coffee. I wouldn't have dared to
call the waitress across like that but Madeline isn't me.
I have to say that her imperious behaviour gets
instantaneous service and our coffee was on the table in
a flash.

As she drank from the cup she looked at me over the rim
smiling that damned teasing smile of hers again. One day
I promise myself I'll just ignore her and let her stew in
her own juice but I know that I wouldn't do that, every
time we've had a break up it's been me that's gone
crawling back. Obviously then I keep myself in check so
as not to disturb her equilibrium or calm or whatever
you'd like to call it. Finishing her coffee she stood and
started to walk out of the little restaurant leaving me
to take her
roll along bag behind me.

My car was parked quite close to the station entrance and
as soon as she saw it she walked across to it and waited
until I arrived an unlocked the door for her. Once she'd
mounted, it's a four-wheel drive (north American SUV) so
she had to pull her skirt up to reach the step, she
settled herself in while I put her bag in the back. Of
course, every damn man around, and I suspect a number of
women too, took a long, long, look at those legs of hers
especially as the skirt neared the top of the thigh. Poor
me, I was too busy putting her bag away to have seen what
went on. But, when I sat in the car she reached across
and, despite the watchers, kissed me as though we were
alone on a desert island.

I drove home in a state of complete exhilaration, that
kiss had kindled my fires so I wanted to get her inside
my home so that, hopefully, she could really get down to
business. I'd noticed that during the ride home she'd
been peeking at my breasts and as we got down from the
car she said that I still had the nicest little `tits"
she'd ever seen. I'd remonstrated with her before about
using coarse language but she said "I'll remonstrate with
you when you're excited and asking me to "fuck you". What
more could I say, she'd trumped my hand right from the
start.

I went to take the bag out of the car and she'd said
don't bother we're not staying. She'd told me that she'd
won two nights accommodation at one of the very best
hotels in town. That didn't worry me except for my kids.
But, she just dropped a note she'd already typed on the
side table and reaching for my bag she'd led me back
outside saying you can ring the kids from the hotel room.
What more could I say, I wanted her so badly that I was
prepared to drop everything just to be with her even if
only for a short while.

Arriving at the hotel she let the concierge, or whatever
he's called, take both of our bags up to the pre booked
room. Wow, I'd never stayed in anywhere so luxurious
before, it was enormous with a full sitting room, a
bedroom and a bathroom big enough to hold a football
match in. I thought that now we were in the room she
would pounce on me but I was mistaken. She unpacked her
little bag letting me see the things she'd brought and
amongst them were lots of little lacy things that I hope
she'd let me see her in. But having unpacked her clothes,
I'm sure that it was only to torment me, she proceeded to
strip. Let me I'd said but she'd pushed me back in the
chair while she slowly unfastened her blouse. Pulling it
open she'd stood in front of a mirror where I could see
her reflection and she could watch my face. As her lacy
bra came into view she must have seen that I was already
licking my lips and whilst waiting a few seconds she
unclipped that wonderful little clip that held the cups
together and opened her bra. Excuse me for saying it but
I think I must have said "oh fuck" because she
remonstrated with me for using that kind of language. Now
her breasts were on view but not in their natural state,
all I could see was her reflection but shortly she pulled
both the blouse and the bra wide open and turning let me
see her lovely breasts surmounted with erect nipples.
They're a little darker than mine with her having olive
skin but they are so beautiful to see.

None of you would have been able to resist as I couldn't,
but she moved away from the mirror and throwing her
discarded clothes on the bed she walked to the toilet and
I heard her peeing in the bowl. After washing her hands
she returned to the main room unashamedly walking round
the room with her bare breasts tempting me to grab them
and squeeze them. Shortly she stood in front of the
mirror again this time to remove her skirt but in
accordance with her previous actions she stood facing the
mirror while she unclipped the fastener on the back and
leaning forward she'd lowered it to the floor but gently
so that as she reached the floor with her fingers her
bottom was staring me in the face. This beautiful
feminine bottom that I'd admired for so long was showing
me its wonderful curves. But, it was still covered by her
panties. So, first the breasts and now the bottom, how
much more of this was I supposed to endure?

Once again she took off around the room showing me her
bare breasts and her wonderful panties clad bottom. The
bottom moved as she walked, perhaps I should say
undulated rather than walked, but whatever I called it I
could feel my temperature rising. I found myself
swivelling around so I could follow her but once again
she went back to the mirror but as though she'd changed
her mind she came over to where I was sat and taking my
hands in hers she laid them on her breasts while she
kissed me with her soft lips. Before I got to accustomed
to the feel of them or before, perhaps, she got to like
me holding them she pushed my hands away and stared long
and hard at me as though I'd done something wrong.

She was still wearing her panties but now she turned
again to face the mirror and caressing her breasts and
pulling her nipples so I could see her in the mirror
again she gave me that devastating smile and then with a
flourish she bent down to remove her panties. Most women
don't put on such a performance just to remove their
panties but I guess that was part of the show as she
eased them over her hips before leaning her body at a
slight angle, which showed me her bottom cleavage. Just a
little further and her buttocks, those beautiful round
globes, were visible to me completely naked. She must
have heard me make some kind of a sound although I was
completely unaware of it but she looked back over her
shoulder to make sure I was watching. Unfortunately she
caught me with my hand on my pussy and that was a clear
admission to her that I was sexually supercharged. Her
panties continued their slow progress to the floor and
with her high heel shoes on her feet the picture of her
leaning down so her fingers touched the floor made me
want to pounce on her.

Eventually she'd removed her panties and turning with a
smile on her face she beckoned me to her and as I
approached her she pointed to the floor, which I took to
be an order or instruction to kneel in front of her. I
did so and she pointed to her recently removed panties
and invited me to smell the crotch. In my weakened state
the opportunity to breath in her delicious aromas was
much too much for me and I almost salivated as I did so.
As I knelt there she took my head in my hands and pulling
me towards her she told me that her pussy was mine to
taste.

I laid my lips on her pussy lips as gently as I could,
perhaps best described as butterfly kisses. I moved my
lips from top to bottom and back again as my fingers
reached around her pulling her buttocks apart so I could
get them closer to her anus. But, more importantly was
her pussy. Holding her bottom was more or less just a
method of holding her closer to me as my lips, my hungry
lips traversed her pussy again but this time leaving a
slight smear of my oral juices on her. Again my lips, now
wet with my saliva, moved slowly along her pussy lips
covering them with those little kisses until I reached
the top when I moved my tongue inside her, not far inside
her, just far enough for her to realise that I had
entered her.

Thinking that I had her where I wanted her, that was
under my control, I was shocked back to reality when she
said make me `cum" bitch. Her hips were now thrusting
slowly against my mouth and the sheer pleasure of
thinking that at long last I was going to taste her `cum"
was exhilarating. I couldn't hear any of the sounds that
I make when I'm in the same position, I'm so noisy when
I'm aroused, I would be the world's greatest moaner and
groaner. Not so Madeline, she was quite composed still
thrusting her pussy against my mouth and reaching around
to hold my hand against her anus and eventually pushing
it inside her. She must have found that uncomfortable
because she pulled it out and bringing it around to the
front she put it in my mouth for a few seconds purely to
moisten it and then back it went and with her guidance it
entered that aperture too.

Now, here we were with her pussy against my mouth with
little drops of her juices running into my mouth and one
of my fingers firmly entered in her bottom. The only
thing wrong for her was that as she moved her pussy more
firmly against my mouth her anus lost some of my finger
and it needed me to adjust my movements so that both
apertures received the maximum "thrust" at the same time.

As her actions built up speed it was obvious that she was
about to "cum" but whereas I would have been so excited
and moaning with joy she was so calm and when she filled
my mouth with her wonderful juices she told me to clean
her up and then stand up. You have no idea how
disappointed I was to think that my super efforts had
only resulted in this ending when I would have expected
her to almost collapse on the floor.

She'd moved to the bathroom again and I heard her pee and
then wash her hands. I felt as though I could cry I was
so disappointed. When she came back into the room she
moved me toward the bed and telling me to climb up on it
and when I climbed on it and my bottom was exposed to her
she gave it a lovely kiss and ordered me to just stay
where I was. Her tongue found it's way to my panty
covered bottom and pressing against the silk she moved
her tongue with a circular motion against my pussy. As I
said before when I'm aroused I tend to make noises and I
guess I was muttering to her as she performed her routine
on me. I'm a woman who's fairly quick to orgasm and if
she'd concentrated on my pussy I would have given her
what she presumably wanted, a mouth full of `cum".

She played with me for what seemed like ages, just
circling my anus until perhaps thinking it was time to
stop tormenting me she pushed me down flat on the bed and
made me roll over. That action had me overjoyed as the
skirt of my dress had ridden up and now my entire groin
was directly in front of her. She blew on my crotch as
though it was on fire and temperature wise it was, no
flames but just incredible heat. Without doing anything
further to me she climbed up until she was in a position
to kiss me and as she kissed me her hand was gliding over
my breast, the furthest one from her so that she was
partially lay on me with her right knee between my legs
and only separated from my pussy by my little soaking wet
panties.

Her knee was moving slowly across me and whilst it
wouldn't, or so I thought, bring me to orgasm it
certainly caused incredible sensations in or on my clit
so that I moved my hips so as to lift my clit nearer to
her mouth at which time she moved her knee and replaced
it with her fingers. She has incredibly sensitive
fingers, it appears to me that she should have been a
concert pianist, the way her fingers moved across my clit
and my pussy lips was almost as though she was playing a
famous concerto in a world renowned concert hall.

What ever she did brought music to my ears and as I
approached my orgasm it was as though her playing was or
would bring the audience to its feet such was the feeling
as I reached my crescendo. Eventually, of course, the
music reached its peak and thrusting my hips in the air I
cried out "oh fuck me again". I fully expected her to
stand and curtsey to an audience such was the ringing in
my ears as my blood coursed through my veins but
eventually the roaring started to ease and I was able to
lower my bottom to the mattress.

Without any respite she turned me over onto my stomach
and pushing my head down she wriggled under me until I
was resting on my forearms with my forehead on the
mattress and her shoulders under my thighs so that my
forehead and forearms were the only point of contact or
support. In this position I was completely incapable of
resisting and her mouth "latched" on to my pussy again
like a limpet or should I say as I imagined a limpet
would attach itself. The position I was in made it
impracticable for me to resist and she licked and sucked
making the most vulgar noises and frankly it was hurting
but I have to confess it hurt in the most exciting way.
She was licking, sucking and poking with her fingers only
to pull them out as I cried out for her to give me more
and when I stopped she rammed them in me again. She was
horrible, she was fantastic, I was disgusted, I was
distraught but overall I was completely dominated by her.
No woman could hold out with an assault like that so
eventually I gave her what she wanted, a complete face
full of "cum".

The whole episode had exhausted her too and she pulled
herself out from under me letting me fall flat on my
belly and chest completely flattening my tits. If you've
ever been assaulted by another woman like that you'll
guess how I felt, I was exhausted, I was embarrassed with
my acquiescence, not having made one protest about her
cruelty but above all I was so replete, the very best one
she'd ever given me. I was having trouble breathing but
so was she, I could hear her breath rasping in her throat
but when I realised what she was really doing was to
clear her mouth of the absolutely "too much cum" that had
totally filled her mouth. There were sort of gurgling
noises coming from her and by now I was on my way to
recovery and seeing the look on her face, a little
distressed I have to say, I got an enormous amount of
pleasure in knowing or realising that I'd filled her to
more than her normal capacity. In other words she was
"f...".

This was an enormous thrill for me to have filled her to
overflowing so much so that even five minutes after I'd
filled her she was still sat there on the edge of the bed
spluttering and groaning. This, as you could imagine, was
an opportunity too good to miss so as she spluttered I
went down on her pussy and without realising how close
she was to giving me a "waterfall" with only a couple of
licks she had her revenge on me and soaked my face. So
here we were, one older woman who thought she knew a
thing or two and a much younger woman who really did know
what it was all about. This battle seemed to have come
out equal and both of us were now spluttering and trying
to clear our mouths and throats. What a start to our few
days that we were about to share.

Thinking back after those few days together I can now
realise why there was so little really exciting sex,
particularly of that kind, we'd had some wonderful and
highly desirable sex but nothing to compare with that. As
it happened we did turn back to our usual routine which
meant that Madeline took me as and when she wanted me. It
made my heart pound every time she touched me. Frankly,
it was a good job that we only had a few days together as
I don't think I could have satisfied her that same way so
soon. Certainly I managed to fill her mouth every time
she took me but never to the extent that I filled her and
made her splutter and cough with the sheer volume I
expected her to drink.

As we parted Madeline had said that she'd been surprised
at my aggression. Normally she led the way and showed me
the direction in which we should move. So, it had been as
much of a surprise to me as it was to her. I don't think
she was disappointed with my efforts, I think that my
efforts had more than satisfied and I wonder if, when we
meet again, she'll let me take the lead. However, I think
she's let me have my moment of glory and in all
probability it's the one and only time it will happen.