Date: Thu, 7 Dec 2006 13:03:03 +1100 (EST)
From: erica milligan <erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Watching the Dolphins

This is a further story of lesbian sex between two adult
women. They are both of a legal age but if any of the
readers are below the age, where in your jurisdiction,
you are not permitted to read stories of this kind please
leave now.

Whilst the story has been written for my own pleasure
I've decided to ask NIFTY to include it in their Lesbian
library for any body else to read. You may download it
for your own reading pleasure or you may send it to a
friend for their pleasure. It may not be sent to any kind
of a publication that is published with the intention of
sale for profit.

The story is the property of Erica Milligan and ownership
should not be claimed by anybody else.

The name of the story is Watching the Dolphins.

I hope you enjoy it and if you should have any comments
to offer please contact me at:-
Erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au

Florence had stayed overnight but we'd not had any sex
that's unless playing with my breasts before we went to
sleep can loosely be called sex. So, we were both awake,
showered and dressed well before the kids started
knocking at the door of my apartment. One of the kids,
and I can't remember which one, had suggested going about
an hours drive up the coast where we could see the
dolphins, or porpoises I'm never sure which one's which.
I had to remind them that it was a school day so little
trips were out for them but Florence suggested that we
ask the older ones if they'd take the little ones to
school for me.

The older ones were a little reluctant but did
eventually, with a little bribe being offered, agree to
take them. That left Florence and I with an hour extra
that we could spend enjoying ourselves. We started up the
little car, such a beautiful little thing, and headed off
on our hours drive to the lake. The lake opened onto the
open sea and perhaps could more correctly be called a
harbour, not that any big ships called in there, it was
the territory of pleasure and tourist boats.

As far as I could make out there was an invisible line
past which the boats could not pass, I think it was where
the influence of the open sea could be felt and perhaps
the pleasure boats were not of a class to handle the open
sea conditions.

When we arrived at the little pier from where the boats
left we found that the first cruise didn't leave until
10.30am, that left us with an hour to waste. Never one's
to waste the opportunity to have morning coffee and cake
we found a little caf‚ not too far from the pier and
settled in for morning tea. An elderly gentleman came and
took our orders. Yes ladies, what can I get for you?  One
day I'm going to learn how to spell Tira Misu, an Italian
cake. However, I know how to say it so I ordered two of
them, one each for Florence and I, and two cappuccinos
made with skimmed milk. Florence told him not to be long
but the gentleman said that we shouldn't worry because
the boats captain would give a blast on his whistle about
15 minutes before departure, that would give late
arriving passengers adequate warning of impending
departure.

Whatever the cake is called it was delightful and we
spent the intervening time enjoying the cake and coffee
and admiring the view from the little caf‚'s balcony
overlooking the lake. Eventually, the boat sounded its
whistle or whatever it's called and so we paid and
strolled down the few yards to the pier.

There were two levels on the boat, one the open deck and
another just below the waterline. The level below the
waterline would give a nice view of the dolphins from
below the water and as both of us had seen them
innumerable times before we decided that we'd sit in the
lounge downstairs. We'd been left the pier for about 15
minutes when we heard the radio say that there was a
"pod" of dolphins near the sandy point. The captain made
an announcement over the "tannoy" that we were going to
change course to that area, another boat that had left
from a different pier had warned him that we'd find them
there.  Great excitement among the crowd on the upper
deck probably they were mostly foreign tourists who'd not
seen them before so the lounge was empty except for
Florence and I.

When the dolphins came into view all the passengers on
the upper decks were far too interested and excited to
wonder what Florence and I were up to. We'd knelt on the
seats around the lounge and we could see the dolphins
through the underwater windows whenever they came back
under water. What really happened was whilst I was busy
watching the dolphins Florence had put her hand up my
skirt and wormed her way inside my knickers to enter her
finger inside my pussy. I suppose you're asking if it
hurt, her entering me like that, if the truth be known
whenever I'm with Florence I'm always just a little
moist. I was a little scared that we'd be caught but she
was between the door and where I was kneeling so she'd
have time to remove her finger if somebody should descend
the ladder to the lounge. She wasn't really fucking me,
just giving me one of her famous `teases" that nearly
drive me to distraction, just so slow that it would take
me a little while to "cum". I didn't even get a kiss to
help me along, just the slow movement of her finger
inside me but whilst she'd had me engrossed in what her
finger was doing her other hand was searching for my
breast. Her elbow was on the back of the seat supporting
herself but her hand had plunged inside my blouse and was
now teasing my nipple. God, if only she doesn't take it
out it will be OK but if she does I'm really in trouble.
My eyes were closed and my breathing was irregular and oh
fuck, she was lifting my breast out of my bra. What could
I do, I was enraptured with what she was doing and now
she was whispering in my ear about what she would do to
me on the way home.

There was an announcement from the captain that the
dolphins had turned out to sea and we could no longer
follow them. That would mean the there was nothing else
to keep the passengers on deck and the captain advised it
might be a good idea to enter the lounge for some relief
from the heat. That would have to happen just then when I
was almost ready to "cum" but Florence didn't flinch from
what she was doing giving me a few quick and extra hard
pushes to finish me off. Thank god for that, she'd just
removed her fingers from me as the first of the
passengers came below but that didn't stop her from
licking her fingers. I don't know if any of the other
passengers saw her or what they would have thought if
they had but her lips were lovely and wet and shiny from
my "cum" and, need I say it, my pussy was tingling with
the little action that it had just been subjected too.
All I hoped was that there would be no evidence of "cum"
on my stockings for all and sundry to see. I managed to
put my breast away with a little judicious pulling and
tugging but I couldn't fasten by blouse, it would have
looked too obvious so Florence still had something nice
to look at after all.

One thing that was really necessary was that I had to
clean myself up `down below". As it was I would make
awful squelching noises as I walked so I must find a
toilet and make sure I got some of the moisture away from
myself. When I told Florence she pointed out the ladies
to me and said she'd accompany me there. That scared me,
didn't know whether she'd want some more or whether she'd
insist on doing everything for me which ever it was the
thought filled me with trepidation. Fortunately it was
the latter so all I got was a clean up anyway.

I must say that it was one of the nicest day trips I'd
ever had!!!!!!!!