Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2006 14:23:59 +1000 (EST)
From: erica milligan <erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: HAIRDRESSER PART 2

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STORY TITLE :-.HAIRDRESSER PART 2

I haven't been able to think of anything else but
Madeline since last Saturday morning. Can't tell you what
glorious pleasure she gave me so that when I arrived
home I was in a glowing mood, everybody was wonderful,
the world was wonderful and I felt wonderful. If it
wasn't the best sex I've ever had it has to come awfully
close to it. I didn't realise that I'd had an orgasm but
in the state I was in it would have been within the
bounds of possibility that I'd been virtually comatose
during the whole sexual interlude. The amount of fluid in
my white lace knickers, when I took them off to swop with
Madeline, surprised even me, I've always been a  "gusher"
but I'd outdone myself this time. The change over, if I
could call it that, was stimulating, when I slipped into
her little white cotton knickers and felt her liquids in
there I knew that we were as one during sex. I was
imagining where they had been not many minutes before,
snuggled around her pretty little bottom and cuddling her
pussy. They felt so soggy when I put them that I didn't
think I'd ever want to take them off unless it was
absolutely necessary. I don't suppose science has ever
calculated just how much fluid women, in our case a woman
and a girl, lose, collectively, during orgasm.

I'm finding it remarkable that the best sex seems to be
performed by such young women or girls, never sure just
what to call them. Is it because they're bolder than
their elder sisters or is it because they feel more
`empowered". Which ever it is, I don't really care,
they're wonderful. Still, she's a little slow ringing me,
should I ring her, perhaps not, I'd appear too eager to
see her again wouldn't I? Damn, I can't wait for her,
I'll lower my pride and ring first.

She answers at the first ring. "Wondered when you'd
condescend to ring me, been waiting since Saturday
afternoon almost as soon as we parted."

"Didn't think you'd want me to ring that soon".

"You could have rung any time you wanted, it's as easy as
lifting the phone and pushing a couple of buttons isn't
it?" Didn't you want to ring me, I thought after Saturday
morning that you'd be on the phone continuously, you seem
to have enjoyed yourself so much".

"Oh I did, you were so good!"

"So, my love, what can I do for you now? Did you want to
talk to me about something special"?

"No, I only wanted to hear your voice and I thought you
may say something nice to me".

"What would you like to hear, something raunchy, like, oh
what can I say, do you want me to fuck you again? Has
that started to make your heart race? Do you want me to
do what I did to you the last time, you greedy girl"?

"Madeline, I have no idea what you did to me last time, I
thought you may tell me just what did happen".

"Can't you remember?"

"About the only thing I can remember was walking through
the park and you practically holding me up and kissing
me. Now, tell me, are we going to meet net Saturday?"

"Now, would you prefer to have coffee first like last
week, give the other women who work in the caf‚ a chance
to see us in the corner with my hands on your breasts and
giving you tongue kisses. By the time we've finished our
drinks I should have exposed your bra. Now, I'll be
wearing your knickers from last week, I didn't wash them
right away, I slept with them under my pillow as wet as
they were when we swopped.  They went in the wash on
Sunday, mum washed them by hand."

"You didn't let her wash my knickers, she must have known
they weren't yours, how could you, the least you could
have done was wash them yourself. What would she think if
she knew she'd washed your "woman's" knickers, she'd have
just fainted".

"Wouldn't have done her any harm".

Oh dear, do I know what I'm doing with this young woman,
can't say that I could let her go, she knows what turns
me on and as long as she wants me I think I'm hers.

"OK, so lets get organised for Saturday, what will you
wear for me? I'd prefer that blouse you wore last
Saturday, love the way it falls open and shows your
breasts. Do you have a cream skirt that's really short
but with a split up the thigh? I thought I'd seen you
wearing one a few weeks ago." Oh, and by he way, black
knickers next time."

I'm so enamoured of the girl I can't possibly refuse. I'm
rushing around trying to make sure that the clothing
she'd told me to wear, nearly said "asked me to wear" but
there was no asking about it, it was a straight out
order, was ready to slip on".

Couldn't wait for Saturday morning to arrive, got Paul
and Maria to organise the little kids for their various
sporting engagements. Think they were a bit annoyed
because I was so obviously going somewhere special, cream
skirt, open neck blouse, high heels and the make up done
the way she wants it done with bright lipstick and black
eye makeup. Hope I don't look too tarty.

Got the car out of the garage and started up ready to
drive away when the mobile rings. "Hello, it's Madeline",
she wants me to meet her at the bottom of the driveway,
only a couple of hundred yards from the house. This is a
bit dangerous, so close to the house, but she's given me
her orders and I must comply. There she is, got her bike
with her, apparently she's told her mum some fancy story
about having to leave the house early.

"We'll have to go to the shopping centre, I haven't
changed into something nice for you yet". We throw the
bike behind the hedge and drive off to the centre. She's
got a little shopping bag with her and when she unzips it
I can see a blouse and skirt. "Got to change in the
ladies, didn't have the opportunity at home, mum was
hanging around like a bad smell, couldn't get rid of her,
perhaps she smelled my perfume. Better make that she
smelled "her" perfume."

Wasn't hard to find a parking spot close to the caf‚, I'm
sure she'd done this deliberately so that she could take
me in the caf‚ and show me off, perhaps some of her
friends would be there to see us. We went in the toilets
as she'd asked me to help her, off came her skirt and
there in full view were my lacy white knickers from last
week, they fitted her equally as nice as they did me. Off
came her blouse and her little white bra was visible, not
nice at all, really the kind of thing a girl of her age
shouldn't be wearing. She turned her back to me and asked
me to unfasten the clip, oh dear, this is so exciting,
her bra slipped off her shoulders and clear of her
breasts and as it did she turned to face me. My hands
moved to her without any inspiration from me and she held
them to her breasts as she kissed me. Such a nice sexy
smile when she took my hands away and turned her back to
me again, in her hand she had a bra that matched the
knickers she was wearing, it wasn't mine, she must have
bought the bra herself. But no, she'd borrowed it from
out of her mother's drawer just for the risk factor and,
she promised that later she'd do a swop so that she could
wear mine while I wore her mum's. I wondered just how
erotic that would feel, wearing her mum's bra.

Facing away from me, she put the bra in my hands so that
I could help her put her breasts in it, pulling it here
and there to make sure she was comfortable. Next came the
stockings, the same black one's that I wear, she's
indicating that I should help her put them on. My hands
will be close to her pussy when I've rolled them up her
legs, will she feel them trembling, and, if she does,
will it excite her as much as it will excite me. The
knickers are on, the bra is on and the stockings are on
and she's pulling my head towards her crotch, fuck, now
I'm starting to shake, not with anxiety but with desire.
She guides me into her knickers pulling them to one side
as I've done so often with mine. "Lick me sweetheart" she
tells me and I'm plunging my tongue into this little
girls pussy as though I was her regular lover. I plunge
in again and again tasting her wonderful juices and
sucking them into my mouth.

"Let's get out of here please my dear, I don't want to
get caught, I think we'd be better to go to a motel for
the day rather than taking a chance on getting caught in
the park." She wants to go to the caf‚ again, does she
want to show off or something. When she pulls the skirt
and blouse out of the bag I can hardly believe that this
girl has robbed her mother's wardrobe the skirt is so
tight and the blouse is both tight and low cut. You'd
better believe that this girl is "so hot" today, I can
barely keep my eyes off her chest, the tits are so
lovely. Her skirt is black with a fine pinstripe in it
and the blouse is pale blue lace that let's the lace of
her white bra show through. For the finale, she pulls out
a nice pair of black high heels. God, she's so absolutely
fuckable. All we need do now is apply the lipstick and
eye make up and she's ready to meet the world.

Taking her into the caf‚ is such a thrill for me. If you
recall, last week it was she that led me in but now I'm
leading her in and she's asking me in a low voice to go
to he same table that we had last week. She sits down and
I almost faint as I see how far the skirt goes up her
legs when she sits down. The same waitress that served us
last week comes over and has to take a second look at
Madeline, she's got everybody looking at her including
me. My turn to play the game now, what would you like to
drink, don't know whether she calls me darling to impress
the waitress or what, but she does. Just an ice cold
drink with lots of ice and a slice of lemon please,
coffee for me please.

The waitress places the order at the counter but she's
taking covetous glances at Madeline's legs which, I might
say, seem to go on for ever but as she crosses her legs
the skirt rides even higher up giving the waitress
apoplexy, can probably see her knickers too. The chairs
we're sat in are easy chairs, close to the ground so the
waitress doesn't have to look too hard to see knickers.
Madeline leans forward as the waitress puts the drinks on
the table and when she looks up from the table Madeline's
breasts must have almost knocked her eyes out.

"Comfortable darling?" She leans forward to ask me? As
she asks me her breasts practically drop over the edge of
the blouse and to make matters even worse she pulls my
chin towards her and places a kiss on my lips. I think
it's all done so that the whole caf‚ can see what she's
done. Fuck, I am so wet for her.

It's been both pleasure and pain sitting there with her,
I've never seen a girl that could so blatantly show off
all of her assets to so many people in such a short space
of time. For sure, none of this morning's customers will
forget and neither will the waitress. As Madeline passes
the waitress she gives her a little smile that's going to
cause some trouble when we get outside.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing with that
waitress?"

"Just a little fun my love"

 "Fun, you almost fucked her on the spot and I'll bet
she's in the ladies right now pounding her pussy".

"Oh dear, do I have a jealous lover with me?

"It's not fair to torment me".

"Come here bitch and taste what I have in store for you"
and with that her arms are around me and she's kissing me
with all of her expertise making me feel quite giddy.

"Better go sweetheart" she said but where are we going?
She's suggested a motel some miles from town where
neither of us will be recognised and frankly what I am
hoping for will probably give us more comfort than a park
bench, especially the way we're dressed.

"What will we say when we book into the place?"

"Tell them I'm not well and I need to rest for a while,
that should keep their curiosity in check".

I know a fairly quiet motel on one of the lesser-used
roads into town, perhaps fifty miles away, I don't think
anybody will recognise me there, nobody will recognise
Madeline, she looks about twentyfive. We're given a very
nice suite with a bath with a shower over it perhaps that
might make an appearance in the story.

I start to approach her but she sits me on the bed and
proceeds to give me a strip show. Putting the clothes on
her was erotic enough but watching her take them off is
wonderful, I'm totally enthralled. The blouse is
unbuttoned so slowly, slower than I've ever seen it done
before and it's allowed to slip from her shoulders and
down to the floor. It's such light material that rather
than falling it appears to flutter to the ground and I
have trouble taking my eyes away from it. I stand up to
help with the bra but apart from letting my fingers
lightly touch her breast she pushes me back to the bed.
"Baby, this is my show, be patient, you'll see as much of
me as you want shortly".

No wonder her breasts looked so big, she'd helped them
with a little padding which, being close to the armpit
and against the side of the breast, had pushed them close
to the centre and therefore made them look much bigger
and lovely. Next her skirt, a lovely motion as she took
it off, balancing on one leg whilst she removed the other
one from it, all done whilst facing away from me so I
could see her perfectly round bottom. If she intends to
take everything off I'm not going to last. I'm close
to"cumming" right now and I would desperately like to put
my hands inside my knickers to finish myself off. All she
has left now are the knickers and stockings, remember
she's wearing my knickers from last week. The stockings
are new but I'm beginning to wonder where they've come
from, they look far too fancy for a girl but she refuses
to tell me where they're from, I suspect they're from her
mother. Again, she won't let me help and now I've pulled
my skirt right up to my thighs and surely she can see
what she's doing to me, there's fluid everywhere. At long
last her shoes and stockings are off, rolled off her legs
whilst she sat on a stool in front of the mirror, her
last action is to throw the stockings at me, they flutter
through the air like the blouse did. And now, the finale,
all that's left is, or should that be are, the knickers.
My mouth is watering because of the slowness with which
she's removing them. And, as an even more tease, she's
turned her back to me, I can see her lovely bottom but
until she turns round I can't see "heaven".

Finally, she exposes herself to me, wonderful, she's
leaked a little whilst she's been undressing and there
are little `dew drops" on her naked pussy lips. Mind you,
my pussy lips are absolutely soaked, I'm not "gushing" as
yet but I don't think I can last much longer.

"Come here Erica", the loveliest order I've ever been
given, "kneel down here, now, do what you want to do".
What did I want to do, everything but where to start?"

Rather than wait for me to do anything she pulled the
bedcovers back and climbed onto the bed putting all the
pillows where she eventually laid her head. I'm waiting
she said, I know what I want to do but I'm a bit nervous
so she holds out her hand and pulls me down to the bed. I
want to kiss her but she's already guessed that and her
hand is behind my head guiding me and pulling me down to
her face where at the first touch of my lips on her mouth
I'm losing control of myself. Don't rush she's saying to
me and holding me away from her face until such time as
her tongue is softly moving against my lips, then gently
it enters my mouth and she's applying pressure to me to
force my body closer to her, her breasts are now in
contact with mine except for the material of my blouse
which is all that separates us.

Madeline is now leading me on, pushing my blouse out of
her way and then pushing it off my shoulders, at the same
time her tongue is leading me into her mouth or should I
say further into her mouth, she's taken the tip of it
between her teeth and gently ever so gently she's pulling
it between her lips and deep into her mouth. This
shouldn't be happening, I'm a thirty four old woman, I
should be doing it to her. But, it doesn't seem to be
troubling her, she's now got my lips caught between her
teeth and she's  sucking them quite hard. When am I going
to get to lead her, I want her to let me kiss her breasts
but she seems to have realised that I have some needs too
and she's opened her mouth and made it free for me to
use. I'm not an expert at this, although why I should
expect her, a fifteen year old to teach me I have no
idea. Not that it matters much, I'm learning as I go
along and now my tongue is performing inside her mouth.
As our tongues meet I feel, although she's leading the
way, she's doing it in such a way that it's giving me
some confidence. That confidence is growing with every
second and now I'm being more assertive and did I hear a
little moan from her, better try that again, yes, she did
moan. Hooray, I'm obviously getting the hang of this  so
I'm trying to assert even more authority.

It's working, she's trying to push my hand down to her
breasts and it's my turn to make her wait until I'm
ready. Is this what you want Madeline and I take a firm
grip and her full breast squeezing it unmercifully, that
makes her gasp, wow, that really gave me a superior
feeling but I'm not going to take advantage remembering
the satisfaction she gave me last week. I wriggle down
just a bit so that my face is now level with her breasts.
My mouth is remembering just how she did it to me so I'm
trying to emulate her movements to bring her some
satisfaction, it's working, she's pushing me against her
nipple and her other hand has found it's way to the right
nipple. It's time for her to remember that I'm here, so I
move her hand away and whilst I need one hand to support
me whilst I'm teasing the left I let all my weight fall
on her body so that my left hand can push her right hand
away.

Now to really test myself, I lower my lips to her nipple
and gently suck it into my mouth, oh isn't it lovely, she
tastes of what, certainly something nice but I can't put
a name to it, perhaps it's coconut, she may have used
some kind of coconut oil on her skin. My confidence is
growing by the minute primarily because I hear her say
"Erica darling, more please", how could I refuse this
beauty, so it's further treatment for her nipples, more
vigour, or should I pull them away from her body as she
did with me? It strikes me that part of the torture she
gave me was with her nails so I surround the area with
little scratches, that brings a little whimper much to my
delight.

Time for me to move I think, that right nipple is
entirely lacking in attention so my lips move over there
but, she doesn't want that, she's trying to push my hand
down to her pussy and this really excites me, I can't get
there fast enough. It appears that she's prepared to miss
out on further "tit treatment" not that I'm regretting
it, I'm heading south toward her pussy. This is what I've
been hoping to build toward, my last frontier, unopposed
access to a vagina, not a vagina, her vagina. She had
"dew drops" on her lips before she climbed on the bed so
perhaps she's ready to let me in the "front door", very
nice smell, didn't realise that when you're in lust just
how nice your lovers pussy smells. My lips are just
touching her pussy, how slow can I lick her so as to give
her "maximum tease", I want to drive her round the bend
because I know if I do a good job when it comes to my
turn on the bed she'll make me scream out in agony and
pleasure.

I lick her lips for several seconds just to lubricate my
mouth and lips, couldn't cause my darling any pain when I
enter her. Her pussy has a very pleasant taste, not at
all like I imagined, so I gently lick up one side and
slowly down he other, in time I want my fingers in her so
I can fuck her and feel her bottom start to move. I want
to feel it lift off the bed driving my fingers further
into her pussy and perhaps I can do what I've heard other
women do and drive their entire hand inside her partner.
Wow, that sounds very exciting but I'm wondering if a
girl as young as Madeline can take that much. But, back
to the job at hand, my tongue is now getting insistent
that it enters her so I'm putting my hands under her
bottom and lifting her to my lips. I've now got the
pleasure of her continual whimpering so I follow up with
running my tongue right to the top of her slit. It's
almost as though we're playing "hide and seek", darling
little clitty is out there waving to my tongue, come and
get me it says.

Can't disappointment clitty can I? Do your duty tongue
and it disappears as far as I can reach before running
the length and depth of her pussy before clashing with
clit, that lovely part of a woman's anatomy. As you may
well imagine, there's no tormenting her, I'm beside
myself with joy and my fingers, my tongue and my nose are
all fighting for space inside her pussy slit. In the
meantime, I'm trying to find a way to get my fingers of
the other hand in her bottom. Perhaps a little bit of her
own "cum" will lubricate it just nicely. Is one finger
enough, I'm not sure never having done this before but
we'll try, we can always go for more in due course. I
must have scratched her bottom with my nail and the
noises and the wriggling she's doing it's not clear
whether she likes it or not.

I'm telling myself that while I'm playing with her bottom
I'd better make sure not to neglect her pussy. No, I
won't, give her more of my tongue or else I'm going to
have to rearrange things so that both hands are fully
used. I've moved myself into such a position that one
hand can have her bottom and the other one can have her
pussy. I've never worked so hard in all my life but she's
shuddering for me and in view of my antics when I "cum" I
presume that it's about to happen to her. She's tending
to repeat herself, she's said about a dozen "oh's" in a
row and again her bottom is starting to lift off the bed
and like me her upper body tenses and starts to lift when
it does eventually `cum". She goes into free fall when I
let her, that's when I stop playing with her clitty,
apparently its very tender after she's "cum" but I'm back
there drinking at the fountain of love.

My mouth is so full of `cum" that I have to let some of
it escape and it just so happened that I'm about level
with her breasts when it escapes. It looks really nice
that creamy liquid running slowly from her breast down
onto the bed but I won't let it all waste away, I'll
scoop some up on my hand and give it to her to drink too,
what's left over I spread on her breasts for me to clean
up afterwards.

Her arms are tightly wrapped around me, kissing my cheek
and ears and any other part of my face that's available
to her. "Oh fuck, that was wonderful Erica, but no more
for the time being".

I'm exhausted too and we've both rolled onto our backs to
rest. Madeline, as is to be expected in view of he age,
recovers first and lifts herself upon her elbow to kiss
me. "For a virgin sort of lesbian Erica you were very
good, I'm so drained, I may not have sex for the rest of
the", I hoped she wouldn't say a year, but she eased my
anxiety by saying the next ten minutes. However, there's
something that needs to be corrected and she started to
unbutton my blouse opening it to show my breasts. Just
blowing on my nipples got them on parade again, they
stood to attention for her but she just smiled at them
and told them to go back to sleep for the time being.

"OK, my girl, it's shower time". She pulled me off the
bed and proceeded to strip all my clothes off me. Unlike
when she'd stripped for me she wasted no time in getting
every thing off me, turning the water on and pushing me
in. I haven't got a shower cap Madeline.

" What do you want a shower cap for you silly woman?"

Here we are again, she's taking the dominant role and
pushing me back to the submissive role, I can't say that
I disapprove, mind you, I think it's the one I'm cut out
for, perhaps nature intended it to be my role in life.

Eventually she gets in the shower with me, some kissing
goes on but she's anxious to know how long we've go the
room for and I tell her until tomorrow morning. "Wow, you
must be expecting a lot of sex Erica".

"Only let the rooms by the day or week. We're here for he
day so we can have lunch here and go home later. We've
got until perhaps six o'clock before we have to go home
is that OK?"

"Fine by me, do you want a robe for when you get out of
the shower?"

"Why do I need a robe, don't I look appealing enough
without clothes Madeline"?

"You look wonderful and you'd look that way if you were
covered in .."

"Careful what you say young lady".

"Or what?"

"I'll love you to death, just imagine, death of a
thousand fucks, sounds like some kind of Chinese
torture."

"Erica, you're getting quite vulgar in your old age".

"Still young enough to fuck you my dear."

"Yes, and you did it so well."

With that she took me in her arms and kissed me again,
and again, and again, ad infinitum, so many kisses that I
felt dizzy and had to drag her onto the bed. You don't
need me to tell you that I wanted her to love me (I'm
using polite words for fuck) and she obliged me. Lots of
kisses with her mouth moving to my breasts, oh, she's so
much better at this than I am, she has my nipples
standing to attention in no time at all. It's also a
signal to my pussy that it's time for it to start working
overtime generating lots of lovely "cum" for my darling
to drink at some time in the very near future, in perhaps
ten minutes or so.

Her attention to my nipples is excruciatingly wonderful,
they're saying to her "welcome back mummy" we need you to
drain us again. She's sucking so hard that if there was
any milk left in there she'd be drinking it in a few
seconds flat. Perhaps it's as well that there isn't, it
doesn't taste too good.

This girl knows how to get me off and I'm dribbling in no
time but she's apparently made up her mind that there's
no time to waste and she's gone straight for my pussy. I
have absolutely no complaints on that score and open wide
for her to attack me.
I haven't really thought too much about the situation,
for example, what happens if my kids find out, not so
much the little ones who wouldn't understand, but the
older ones, will they feel differently about me when they
find I'm a lesbian.

 But, just at this moment with Madeline's tongue inside
my pussy teasing me like crazy. I really don't care, when
she's finished with me this afternoon I'll give it some
thought. She's taken hold of my clitoris and she's
wanking me something like she would a boy, never knew
that it would grow that long and, it feels awfully thick,
almost a prick. Her lips soon replace her hand and I'm on
my way to paradise, she's sucking me into her mouth with
as much clit as she can find to take in. She feels me
starting to get restless, my hips are moving, my hands
are grasping my breasts almost to the point where I'm in
pain, my breathing is ragged and my breath comes in
gulps. Darling, I'm not going to "cum" I'm going to
"gush", better go and get a towel from the bathroom but
be quick. Just in time, `cum" has started to form just
inside my pussy lips but almost immediately it starts to
pump out, all over her hair, her face and breasts.

I know I'm making a noise, even I, who normally has no
idea what's happening during sex, can hear it, but it
wouldn't matter what's going on in the world outside, I
can't do a damn thing about it and, if the truth be
known, I don't want to do anything about it, my lover has
"sent me to the moon", definitely the very best orgasm
I've ever had. And, now, I have to rest, but she wants to
hold me in her arms. So I desist my struggle to get off
the bed and snuggle into her, my bottom against her
pussy, the feel of whatever left over "juice" spreading
over my bottom and her pussy by the pressure of our
cuddle. No chance of my breasts falling off, she's got a
very firm grip on them.

Eventually, she falls asleep so I shower and dress and
ask the office if there's anywhere we can get coffee and
perhaps a pizza for lunch.

"Wake up darling, I'm going to get some lunch for us.
Would you like Pizza and coffee?"

"I'll come with you, need a change from the air in here,
it stinks like a brothel".

"Oh, how nice, that's what you get for going down on your
girl friend and giving her a nice orgasm".

"I'll wear my school girl clothes so the motel owners can
have something to think about, arriving looking like a
pro and going out like a little girl, what will they
think of you Erica, they'll think you're a "baby fucker".
In reality, what else could they think?

We're both dressed a little more modestly than when we
arrived so having got directions from the owners we drive
into town and find the pizza shop. Very few people in
there so we have no difficult in finding a seat near the
window. We've decided on a ham and pineapple pizza,
generally called a Hawaiian I think, and whilst we're
waiting we'll have coffee.

So, we're chatting away waiting for the pizza which when
it arrives smells divine, we must look more like mother
and daughter out for lunch rather than lovers. But I keep
noticing her looking at my breasts whilst we're eating,
oh, I hope she doesn't try anything in here, I'll just
die with embarrassment. She does lean over the table,
however, and say, in an under tone, that was a lovely
fuck Erica, I want it again when we get back to the
motel. I take a quick look around to see if anybody's
apparently overheard her but, no, the customers are all
more interested in their affairs than ours. The only
gesture that could even be considered intimate is that
she takes a serviette and wipes some tomato sauce from my
lips. Wouldn't mean anything to the other diners but to
me it was like a kiss.

So, lunch was very nice, partly because of whom I ate
with, but she surprises me as we walk round the corner to
the car by holding me and giving me a tongue kiss in full
view of the public. Fortunately, when I look around
there's nobody to be seen unless, perhaps, it's people
inside their own houses. Although we only have about
twenty yards to walk she takes my hand and give it such a
lovely squeeze, very intimate indeed.

So, off to the motel, where I'd like to take another
shower. In this hot weather I'm "clammy' all the time so
during the summer months it's not unusual for me to take
several showers morning and evening. Pity about the
workers and kids in school, they get no relief from the
heat at all.

It's lovely inside the motel, the air conditioner is
going very nicely so that the temperature is quite
comfortable for most purposes, not been quite adequate
for this mornings activities, but it's helped. As I start
to take my clothes off Madeline steps in to say "this is
one of your major problems Erica, you do things without
asking permission, I've told you before that I'm in
charge here and when I want you to take your clothes off
I'll tell you."  With that, she completes the task of
unbuttoning my blouse, what few buttons there are on it
which are all well below the bust line and almost on the
waist. The blouse is slowly slid off my shoulders and
casually thrown on the bed. She doesn't go any further
for the time being, apparently my nipples are to be the
first stop but instead of moving me to the bed she moves
me to a bench that serves as a table along one side of
the room. She helps me up there and drawing a chair close
to the bench she reaches out for my breast and brings it
to her mouth.

My breast is being kneaded like you'd knead pastry while
at the same time her lips are moving over the nipple and
round and round it like a kid swinging round on a merry
go round, oh so very nice. Either I'm getting to
appreciate her talents on my breasts or she's getting so
much better at it, perhaps it's little of both. As is
usual, she's started with my left breast, not that my
right breast will be neglected but I need some attention
to it right now. My hands are not just fondling it but
frantically tearing at it, squeezing, pulling, pushing my
nipple all at the same time trying to bring a feeling to
it like she's bringing to the other breast. She takes my
left hand, which so far had been unemployed, and holds it
to my left breast so as to relieve her hand for other
duties. The other duty, as I am to find out, is pushing
my skirt even further up my legs than it already was,
forcing my legs even further apart and then slithering
along my thigh until she met my knickers. Her fingers
slid in under that space between my thigh and the
material of my knickers, finding pussy and without
hesitation entering me.

To help, she pulled my bottom further toward the edge of
the bench giving herself even better access to pussy.
Now, more fingers can enter, I'm counting two so far but
the event is not over yet by a long shot and yes, no time
to be wasted in her opinion apparently, all four fingers
are now in me. Don't forget she's sucking my breasts at
the same time, what concentration she's got. As the
movement gets faster she has to relinquish my nipple, or
else with the frantic movement of her hand, her teeth
will tear the thing clear away from my breast. She's
going so fast now that my bottom is perched right on the
edge of the bench, my body is leant back as far as it
will go and at the same time I'm trying to hump her
fingers. "I'm going to try for the rest of my hand" she
says, not sure what she means but I'm now to find out,
she's apparently squashed her entire hand as closed as
she can get it and she's pushing it against pussy. Oh no,
but she's not to be thwarted as it, her whole hand,
slithers into my pussy and starts a rhythmic movement
inside me. I'm trying to get even lower for her to better
aid her in her access.

Her face is trying to find room for itself to get in
there but I just can't open my legs any further even
though I so desperately want to. There are some awful
noises coming from down there, sound like a suction pump
is going, probably hear it in the office without standing
outside the unit to listen. I can't hold back any longer,
I can't speak so I can't warn her of what's about to
happen, whoosh, just like a river in full flow but it
doesn't deter her, she's absolutely wallowing in it and I
can't stop it from pumping out of me. She's taken her
face away from there and moved so that her breasts have
taken it's place and I'm still pumping but now on her
breasts.

Her little mouth has worked overtime trying to capture
all or at least as much as she can but now she has to
admit that she's beaten. I'm still convulsing but the
flow has reduced somewhat even though it hasn't stopped
altogether, gradually the flow ceases, so I grab the tea
towel and wipe her face free of as much of my "cum" as I
can. If she's not exhausted then I don't know what will
exhaust her, the effort she put into that little episode
must have drained all her energy.

"Let me take you for a shower" I said and led her to the
bathroom, the clothes she was wearing were in a
disgusting state and I had no idea what we could do with
them. Perhaps the office had an iron we could borrow for
a while, and if they had I'd rinse the clothes in the
bath and then try to iron them dry. Within a minute there
was a knock at the door and the owner said "I've got an
iron for you". Wonderful feeling of freedom moving around
the room stark naked whilst our clothes soaked for a
little while. I just couldn't keep my hands off her tits
whilst she was I the shower and it didn't matter if I got
wet, I'm naked as the day I was born anyway.
Unfortunately, she wouldn't let me even touch her at all
claiming that she was tired.

It would have been lovely to have made love again but I'm
guessing that both of use had taken enough sexual abuse,
of the nicer kind, for one day. I made us both a cup of
tea and we sat down, where not that long ago she'd stuck
her fingers in my pussy, sucked my nipples and made me
"cum", to sip on the hot liquid in comfort.

I really only had one regret and that was that the day,
or at least this part of it, was coming to an end and
soon both of us would have to return to the mundane life
we lead.

I put the ironing pad on the bench and proceeded to dry
our clothes off. Didn't do too bad a job of it and they
were reasonably dry or as dry as clothes are in this
climate, where generally they are quite damp with
perspiration. In some ways, of course, it was a pity
because I'd washed all the "cum", still damp mind you,
out of our knickers but I still intended to wear the ones
that Madeline had arrived in and the bra that belonged to
her mother. She'd, of course, wear mine, naughty thought
imagining her mother wearing my bra, perhaps Madeline
would slip my knickers from this week in her mother's
drawer when she got home or at least after they' been
washed.

I guess it's time we returned home so I returned the key
to the office and thanked them for having us if only for
a part day. Madeline walked out looking like a school
girl again and it was inconceivable that only a short
while ago she'd looked a little like a hooker.

We returned to my place where Madeline recovered her
bike and I left her to ride the short distance home.

Will I see her again, I have no idea, it's a pity I don't
have her e-mail address, we could exchange our
experiences. But one thing is very clear, if she rings me
I'll come running.


[The author needed to change email accounts and hopes that all readers will
re-contact her to recreate her address book.]