Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2016 19:30:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Aubrey a Night Out (Lesbisn/Adult Youth, oral, anal, F/f)

Warning:

Adult Youth, oral, anal, F/f

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

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              Aubrey a Night Out

                    By
                   Jan

      It had been at least ten years since the last time
I had a date with another woman.  I had a pretty
regular sex life with other females until I got
marries and had two children.  Here I was a thirty-
five-year-old horny bitch.

      The children were spending the weekend with
their grandparents on their father's side, and my
husband was out of town on business for the company
he worked for, so I was looking forward to a boring
weekend.  Sitting there on an early Saturday morning
I started thinking about lesbian sex.

      I knew of a hotel down town that had a cocktail
lounge that was frequented by unescorted ladies.  I
took my time bathing and selecting the clothes I was
going to wear.  I knew that going there before 4:00
pm was too early for the diner crowd, and the party
crowd would not get into full swing until at least
7:00pm, but it had been so long since I indulged in
the party scene.  I figured there would be a few
retired older women sipping their drinks, but with any
luck I might find someone to satisfy my craving for
the taste of pussy.

      I took the family car down town and parked the
car in the hotel parking lot.  I swear all bars smell the
same, stale cigarette smoke, spilled alcohol and the
smell of Lysol disinfectant coming from the
bathrooms.  When I entered the establishment it
took my eyes a little time to adjust to the dim
lighting in the bar.  Just as I had anticipated, there
were a couple of older weathered women sitting in a
booth sipping on their drinks and chatting with each
other.  I chose to sit at the bar, so I could at least
have the young female bartender to talk to.

      When she asked me what I was drinking.  I
ordered a double shot of Pinch Scotch.  When she
placed the napkin and glass in front of me, I asked
her how her day had been going.  She assured me
that it had been quiet.  She added that she would be
back on the night shift next week.

      While we were talking the door opened and the
sunlight came streaming in.  All eyes turned to see
who was coming in.  At first the figure was in
silhouette, so I couldn't make out what she looked
like.  When the door closed I could see that it was a
young girl.  I suspected she wasn't 21-years-old.  She
looked like a typical blonde high school cheerleader.
She approached the bar and sat at the barstool
closest to the entrance.

      When the bartender approached her she asked
for whisky sour.  The bartender asked to see some
ID.  The girl fished out a card that I assumed was a
driver's license.  The bartender was satisfied with
the ID, even though she obviously doubted that the
girl was old enough.  She mixed the drink and placed
it before the girl.

      I gave the girl a smile, but the girl looked
nervous, but managed a faint smile.  The girl drank
too quickly, if she continued drinking at that pace she
would be drunk within an hour.  Just the same I gave
the bartender the sign to refill the girl's glass.  She
made a fresh drink and replaced the empty glass with
a fresh drink, and told the girl that I had bought it
for her.  The girl held up the glass as a gesture of
thanks, and I held up my glass in acknowledgment.

      I slid off my stool and joined the girl at the end
of the bar.  I told her that my name was Aubrey and
she told me that her name was Linda.  I tried to find
out more about her.  She claimed to be a junior in
college, but after a few questions I knew she was
lying because she didn't know anything about the
college curriculum.  Of course I didn't let her know I
knew she was lying.  Eventually I excused myself to
use the ladies room.
.
......I made my way to the back of the bar and entered
the ladies room.  At least the hotel kept the
bathrooms good repair and clean.  I entered a stall
and hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties
before sitting on the toilet.  When I relieved myself
there was that familiar sound of my urine splashing in
the water of the bowl.  I was still peeing when the
door opened.

      I knew it was Linda without seeing her.  I
carefully finished removing my panties and stuffed
them in my purse, before standing up and opening the
stall door.  I went to the marble sink and washed my
hands.  I checked to be sure it was Aubrey in the
mirror before turning to face her.

      She was still standing just inside the door.
Nothing was said as I approached her.  I simply
backed her up against the door to the ladies room,
thus insuring no one was going to walk in on us.  I took
her in my arms and kissed her on the mouth and stuck
my tongue into her mouth.  As I did that I reached
down and pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties
aside, so that I could place my hand on her vulva.

      I used my middle finger to stroke the valley
between her labia minor until she was slippery with
her vaginal juices.  Then I inserted my index finger
into her vagina and used my thumb to stimulate her
clitoris.  I wiggled her clit around and pressed it
against her pelvic bone.  I added my middle finger
into her vagina and quickened the pace of my
masturbation of her.  She was trembling and
breathing hard into my mouth.  To make her cum I
used my other hand to pull up the back of her skirt
and pulled the back the back of her panties and stuck
my thumb up her puckered near hole.  That was all it
took to cause her to have an orgasm that over
powered her.  Her knees buckled, and I had to
support her.  When she stopped quivering I
whispered in her ear, "Would you like to come home
with me now?"

      Her voice quivered as she said, "Yes!"

      I helped her straighten up her skirt and we
exited the ladies room.  As we passed the bartender
I winked at her.  I guided Linda through the exit that
led into the hotel lobby, so that we could use the
elevators to go down to the underground parking lot.

      On the drive home I hiked up my dress and took
hold of her wrist and placed her hand between my
legs.  She masturbated me all the way home.

      While was I was driving I found out that she
actually was a sophomore cheerleader for her high
school, and had lesbian desires hat she wanted to
satisfy.  It had taken her months to work up the
nerve to enter the known lesbian lounge.  I asked her
about her ID and she told me that she used her older
sisters ID, and they looked a lot alike.

      I gave her a quick tour of the house with my hand
on her butt all the way.  She complemented me on the
photographs of my family, and asked me about the
reason I had been in that bar.

      I told her that I had been just as nervous as her
because that was also my first time entering that
lounge.  I told her that I had girlfriends until I got
married, and it had been 10-years since my last
encounter with a female.

      The last room I showed her was the master
bedroom.  I started removing her clothes.  She had
opted to wear a blouse and push up brassiere that
would enhance the size of her small 35-B breasts.
Under her tight fitting skirt she had on a delicate
black thong.  She was just as anxious to see what was
under my cocktail dress.

      In preparation of the prospect of picking up a
female I had selected a silver little dress that was
sleeveless and the hem was so short I shouldn't bend
over.  The dress was my only support for my 38-DD
breasts, and I had also selected high rise panties
that did little to conceal my big booty.  When we
went to bed all ne had on was out nylons.

      Making love to a young high school girl was almost
like the days when I was her age eating the pussy of
girls.  She as enthralled with my big tits.  She sucked
on them and massaged them until they were tender to
the touch.  I was able to get most of her tit in my
mouth and I sucked them so hard that her creamy
white flesh was red.  I also had my legs wrapped
around her right thigh.

      We were both so excited that our pussies were
leaking of vaginal fluids.  The bedroom smelled of our
sex, and I couldn't resist the impulse to go down on
her.  I positioned my body between her legs and
inspected her pussy.  She was a natural honey blonde
but her pubic hair was strawberry blonde or a pinkish
red.  She had trimmed her pubic hair for a bikini.
There is something so erotic the way young girls look.
The swollen vulvas only have a crack disappearing
between their legs.

      Older woman have inner labia dangling from the
crack like pink or mauve broccoli, some even have
clitoris' that protrude well beyond the crack.  I
happen to be a woman with a clit that protrudes like a
little penis, and I do love having it sucked on.

      I sucked on Linda's pussy until she cried out,
grabbed two hands full of the bedspread.  When she
recovered she me up and kissed my cum covered face,
and had me lay on my back so that she could reenact
what I had done to her.  She as fascinated with my
clit and did suck on it like it was a penis.  Just looking
down between my legs was so erotic I could cum
looking at her sweet innocent looking face buried in
my pubic hair.  She was making muffled animal sounds
while she sucked on my clit.  When my orgasm over
took me I couldn't control my thighs as they slapped
her ears.

      When I recovered I pulled her up onto her knees
and spread her butt cheeks and licked her from pussy
to asshole.  Linda probably had never dreamed of
having her ass licked or rimming her asshole, but she
learned quickly to enjoy it.

      I let her rest for a short time before rolling her
over onto her back, so that I could sit on her face.
My labia spread over her like a gas mask and my clit
was poking her nose.  I rode her face like a horse, so
that my own asshole was coming in contact with her
mouth and nose.  Linda had to do the same things to
me, and I was happy to allow her to do them.

      We lounged around the rest of the evening while
we masturbated each other.  We eventually had to
get dressed.  I took her to diner before taking her
home.  We had exchanged cellphone numbers and e-
mail addresses.

      Whenever we could get together we enjoyed
uninhibited sex.



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