Date: Sun, 3 Oct 1999 22:30:32 -0700
From: toni526@hotmail.com
Subject: Randi I

So many of you who read my first story, "Behemoth", were very kind, indeed.
Your encouragement has given me a chance to relive in a very dramatic way
the unforgettable time that I spent with Doreen.  When she read it, she
called me immediately, to tell me she is having a copy put into a small
book form for her coffee table.  She is so proud and happy!  Sometime after
the first of the year, we plan to get together again.

The following story picks up after I left her apartment and is, for the
most part, true.  From time to time, I will be letting my fertile
imagination run wild, so watch for more.  And, please keep your feedback
coming to:.  I love it!  And, now. . .

				Coming Home

The sky outside the airplane had turned dark with few if any stars visible.
I stared at the reflected image of my face in the window, looking to see
what had changed in my life.  No, my skin had not grown any pimples or
scars.  No, my skin had not turned black for having made love to a black
woman.  Also no to any flaring eyebrows meeting just above my nose.  As a
matter of fact, the face I saw reflected in the glass seemed to be one of a
woman far more at ease with her life than when I had left New York.
Profundity!  I love it!

Anyway, I couldn't wait to get home to the kids and Ryan.  I should,
however, think of some way to get rid of that stupid grin that seems to be
ever present on my face.  Doreen.  Ryan is 6 feet 3 inches and 210 pounds
of ex-Navy Seal and Special Operations Group hunk. And, I love him to
death.  But, I felt even more secure in Doreen's arms.  Answer that one for
me, I thought.

Walking through the airport, I began to watch some of the other women.  A
long-legged beauty approached, clinging to a tall man's arm.  Our eyes met
and locked on what felt like a feline level, her eyes drilling into mine,
her tongue slightly touching the outside corner of her mouth.  I smiled
back, even passing her a slight throw-kiss.  What is this?  Are we giving
off signals, now? Is it so blatant - HI!  I just fucked another woman's ass
off.  How was your day?

God, I thought.  I've got to get myself under control, here.  Got to get
home.  Glancing at my watch, I realized that it was only 4:30 in the
afternoon!  Damn! I'd completely lost track of time.  No one was expecting
me until Wednesday because I'd changed my flight to an earlier one to avoid
having to change planes three times.

I continued out of the airport, my little suitcase on wheels following
behind me, and walked through the parking building to my car.  The new
Jaguar XK10 was a very special present to myself for my promotion. And,
because Ryan insisted that I drive a well-built - like him - car.  I
unlocked the car, hoisted my case into the trunk and climbed into the car.
I closed all the doors and locked them, safely tucked away, lowered the
seat a few inches and lay my head back.  Finally alone with my thoughts, my
perspective and, as my left hand seemed to notice, my cunt.  My hand had
wandered down my leg and had slowly drawn my skirt up to expose my very,
very soaked pussy.  I shivered as my fingers began to trace the outline of
my pussy lips, swollen and in need of a long cock - or tongue.  Oh well,
any port in a storm, I thought.  My God, I am so fucking horny!

I pulled my skirt higher until I could get my hand down the front of my
panties.  I had reached such a level of lust that the mere touch of my
fingers to my pussy hair brought an intense orgasm that made my head strike
the back of my seat, a loud groan escaping from my lips.  I was quivering
almost uncontrollably, moaning so loud it even frightened me.

Suddenly, a knock on my window snapped me back to sea level.  With glazed
eyes, I looked out through the fogged-up window to see a young girl
standing there.  Her eyes were wide open, staring directly down, watching
my fingers stuck half way inside my cunt.  With a shaky hand, I opened the
window and watched her nostrils flare at the smell of my passion.

She was all of 13 or 14 years old, short, lean, with long dirty blond hair
that flew wildly around her shoulders.  A tight sweater showed her tits to
be the size of small apples, her jeans revealing a solid body.

"I.I thought you were sick cause I could hear you moaning as.oh.my.God!
That is so way cool!" she whispered, her hand holding onto the door to keep
from falling over.  Her mouth hung open and she began gulping for breath,
watching my hand work my pussy, the wet noise hard to miss.

I reached for her hand, letting my fingers slide up her forearm, enjoying
the softness of her skin, the tiny hairs that covered it.  She didn't move
a muscle as my hand squeezed and felt the softness of her.  She just kept
her eyes glued to my cunt, watching my fingers saw into my wetness, her
breathing becoming more and more ragged.

"Would you like to join me?" I whispered, my hand moving higher up her soft
arm to the sleeve of her sweater.  Before I could take my hand away, she
dashed around the front of the car to the passenger door, pulled it open
and threw her bag into the back seat.  She slid over near me and
immediately placed her hand on my naked thigh, running it from above my
knee to about half way to my cunt.  She moved her face nearer to get a good
look at my cunt.

"Wow.!  That is so cool!' she said, her tongue licking her lips, the hand
continuing to move on my leg.

"What's your name?  How old are you?" I asked, putting my free hand under
her chin and lifting it up so that she was looking at me, reluctant to take
her eyes from my dripping cunt.

"Julie," she said.  "I'm twelve.  At least until the end of next month,"
she said.

On impulse, I gently pulled her face to mine and kissed her on her soft,
delicate lips.  She jumped as though receiving a shock but left her lips
glued to mine.  I tapped my tongue on her teeth and she slowly parted them,
letting it enter the warmth of her mouth.  When it touched her tongue, she
jumped again, her hand slipping a little higher on my thigh.  As I
continued playing tag with her tongue, she moved her hand to cover my pussy
hand, pushing hard against it, bringing a loud moan from my throat.

When I released the kiss, her eyes fixed on mine for a moment, then
returned to my cunt.  She pushed my hand out of the way and placed hers
over my cunt, her fingers playing with my curly pussy hairs, pulling on
some of them.  She looked into my eyes, watching the glaze that covered
them and pushed one finger into my cunt hole.  My mouth dropped open and my
head snapped back against the seat.  I screamed through yet another orgasm
as she let another finger slip in.

"Oh, Julie!  Please fuck me!  Fuck my pussy hard!  Please!" I said, placing
my hand against her neck and down toward my pussy.  "Fuck me, please.
Anything!"

Julie leaned down and kissed me, licking the soft skin on the inside of my
spread thighs.  I was coming often now, losing count, moaning continually,
rocking against her fucking fingers.  Finally, I reached down and held her
hand in place.

"Julie, please!  Hold it a moment.  I'm about to bust!  Wow!  Oh, Wow, that
was so great!" I said, feeling every muscle in my body relax.  After a
while, I looked at the child whose fingers were still buried in my cunt.

"Julie, not that I didn't love what just happened, but what are you doing
in an empty airport parking lot?"


"Mom and Dad and I and my little sister are going to Europe for a vacation.
Mom forgot her makeup bag in the car so I came back for it.  I'm so glad I
did!  Wow!" she said with a big smile.

"Yeah, wow," I said, looking at her.  "Have you ever done this before?"

"Nope.  Not even with my little sister or even a guy.  I just saw you
sitting there playing with yourself I just knew I had to.I dunno.touch you,
that it was right," she said, leaning her head against my shoulder, her
hand never leaving my dripping cunt.

I kissed her lightly on her forehead and gently eased her upright.  I
pulled her T shirt away from her jeans and my put hands underneath, sliding
up the soft smoothness of her youthful skin to cup her braless tits in my
hands, feeling her hard little nipples press into my palms.  As I squeezed
them and rolled them around, Julie's eyes closed, her head thrown back,
moaning as I worked on her, her fingers still in my cunt.  Her tits felt so
soft, yet firm under my hands.  I couldn't help but think that she was only
three years older than my oldest daughter!  Doreen!  What the fuck have you
done to me?

With a burst of lust, I reached down and quickly unbuckled her belt, opened
the top button and pulled her zipper down.  As quick as a bunny, she pulled
her hips up and let me pull her jeans down, shocking me with the no panties
look!  She giggled as I stared at her almost hairless pussy, so beautiful,
so youthful, so soft.  I slowly ran my hand up her impossibly smooth and
soft thigh, slower still around to her hip and around to her soft, tight
ass, squeezing the soft butt flesh.  Finally, I moved my hand around to her
stomach and slowly moved it down to lightly cover her light, down-covered
pussy.

Julie let out a squeal of delight at my touch and moved closer to me,
letting my hand reach her more easily.  At the same time, her fingers began
to fuck my pussy harder sending more waves of pleasure through my
body. Feeling another orgasm begin to rise in me, I slowly pushed a finger
into her impossibly tight little cunt until I encountered her virginal
barrier and slowed, letting my fingers squeeze her pussy lips.  Slowly, I
moved my fingers up to squeeze her tiny clit.  She moved even closer to me,
her face coming close to my pussy.  I let my finger leave her pussy and
slip between the halves of her soft, tiny ass cheeks, find the hidden
flower of her anus and press in.

With a sudden cry, Julie came hard, pushing her face down onto my cunt.
She ground her face against her hand and my pussy mound as her orgasm
combined with mine, surely rocking the car like a roller coaster.
Somewhere in my mind, I hoped no one was watching.

When her breathing and heartbeat became less labored, Julie reluctantly sat
up.

"Better get dressed, Sweetie.  Your Mother will be coming to look for you
soon," I said as she began to obey.  "Where do you live, Julie?" I asked.

When she told me, I was amazed.  "That's no more that 2-3 miles from me," I
said.  "Tell me, do you ever babysit?"

"Sure!  I love kids.  Do you have any?"

"Yep!  Three little girls.  Interested?" I asked, an evil smile playing
over my lips.

"Oh, you bet!" she said, sharing my evil smile.

"Wait. Let me get a note pad so you can give my your phone number.  I'll
give you my business card so you can call me sometimes.  How long will you
be gone?"

"About a month," she said.  Without thinking, I leaned over the seat to get
a note pad from my briefcase, the movement exposed my naked ass to Julie.
Who could resist that, I guess, because she grabbed my ass cheeks,
squeezing them, kissing them, and then spreading them to stare at my
blinking asshole.

"Oh, God, Julie!  Please, Honey.  Don't start what we don't have time to
finish!  You've got to go before they find us, Sweetie." I said.
Reluctantly, she stopped and began to check her face and hair as I crawled
back into the driver's seat.  She was using my bottled water and a
handkerchief to clean her face and fingers.  Then, she wrote down her
number and took my card, slipping it into her pocket.

"This is going to be so cool!  I can't wait to get back and see you again."
She leaned over and kissed me hard on the mouth, then opened the door,
picked up her Mother's makeup kit and, with a bright wave, she skipped away
to the elevator to the terminal.

I watched her go and then stared into the rear-view mirror.  What the fuck
just happened here, I thought.  She's just a little kid, almost my
daughter's age.  But, oh my God, was that wonderful.  At least, I've got a
month to get my libido back in shape!

Now, what do I do, I thought?  No one knows I'm back in town since I'm not
due in until tomorrow at this time. Do I go home or do I go to the office?
As I touched up my makeup, I thought, I think I need some time to myself
right now.  If I go home, no way Ryan won't notice something.  He knows me
too well.

I started the car and headed into the city.  After fighting traffic for
almost 2 hours, I pulled into my assigned parking space and headed up to my
office.  When I arrived, the place was virtually empty, with the exception
of the cleaning crew.  I went into my office and fired up my computers,
checking my email.  Since there was nothing important, I logged onto my
hotmail messages on my private laptop.  No way I wanted my next messages to
be logged through the company server. As I'd hoped, there was a message
from Doreen!

".Hi, Sweetie!  I just had to write to you.  If only you weren't so damn
bisexual, I never would have let you leave San Francisco.  I just wanted to
tell you that you were the most wonderful time I've ever had and I can't
wait until you can return.

Don't worry, Randi. I respect you, I don't love you.  At least, not yet.  I
just wanted you to know that I was so frightened that you would be turned
off by my body.  I dreamt about us last night and woke with tears in my
eyes.

Come back soon, love.

Doreen."

Wow, I thought.  A woman with so much experience and she really enjoyed me
that much!

I hit the reply key and wrote.

". Hi, Doreen!

Thank you so much for those words.  I can't tell you how much that means to
me.  I'm planning on coming back as soon as possible.  I think your Server
needs about a week of work.  I'll write more tomorrow.

Bye, love."

I logged off the computer and leaned back in my chair.  What to do tonight,
I thought?  What to do?  I looked at my watch.  6:30.  Too late to drive
home.  I could just stay here, but.Why am I beating myself up like this
for?  I've been a great wife to Ryan, a super Mother to my little girls.
My career has skyrocketed due to 16-18 hour work days.  I've been able to
balance all of this and maybe - just maybe I deserve one last fling.  Not
that I intend to stop, mind you.  But, I deserve this night!

I spun around in my chair and logged back onto my laptop computer and
brought up the HotBot search engine.  I entered two words and pressed
enter.  After a few seconds, the first selections appeared under the title,
"Lesbian Bars".  I selected the first interesting option and began to
review my options.

Oh, for God's sake!  That one's a lesbian bar?  I pass it on the way to the
train every night.  I never even thought.of course, I never thought.  At
this time yesterday, I'd never touched a woman, never sucked another tit or
pussy.of course, I never thought!  But, now I do.

I opened my suitcase and dressed.  I put on my basic attack uniform: black
form-fitting slacks, a black Gucci turtleneck sweater that hugged my tits,
draped a solid gold chain around my neck and another around my waist, my
best cowgirl boots - also black - and a black Calvin Klein jacket.  I put
on just the right amount of makeup, fluffed my red curls, and stood back to
look.

Damn, I thought! I'd fuck me if I had the chance.  I smiled at my
reflection, blew myself a kiss, picked up by shoulder bag and walked out of
the building.

I walked down the street, aware that I was receiving a lot of stares,
reveling in the attention from guys and, I noticed, some of their
arm-clinging girl friends.  I was amazed.  I had never considered myself to
be a sexual attraction before.  I know I'm pretty, I work out all the time
so I know my body is solid and sexual in the right atmosphere.  Now, I'm
finding that, when you're feeling extraordinarily sensual, it's broadcast
to others.  I wonder if it's only to those who are they themselves horny,
sexual or also to others with no apparent interest.  Was I giving off
signals?

The bar was in the middle of the next block and as I crossed the
intersection, I unconsciously slowed down, feeling a tingling running from
my stomach, to my cunt and down my legs.  I watched several people slow
down and enter the bar.  Two were wearing very loose outfits, almost
grunge, like teenagers at a mall.  Three others were very well dressed,
attractive, middle aged.  A true hodgepodge of womanhood, I guess.  I
continued on down the block past the bar, my nerve failing me.  I walked to
the end of the block and stood there, feeling like a coward.

Finally, I turned and walked back.  I had made a decision and I was damned
if I was going to chicken out now.  As I approached, a long black limo
pulled up directly in front of the bar.  Four women climbed out and
congregated for a moment in front of the door, talking.  I slowed my walk
and watched.  One, about 5 feet, 2 inches, grayed hair, beautifully
dressed, about 60.  Another, very tall, pushing 6 feet, a very dark black
woman with beaded hair hanging past her neck.  Spectacular, in all ways.
The remaining two, also medium height, beautifully dressed and extremely
attractive.

 I watched as the elderly woman held the door open and the other three
entered.  Just as she was about to enter, her eyes met mine and she smiled,
a beautiful, welcoming smile.  I was somewhat taken aback as she seemed to
know, to understand.  I smiled back and thanked her as I walked into the
bar.

Look for Randi II soon!  Please send comments and suggestions to my hotmail
address.

Toni526