Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2000 12:46:56 EST
From: Toni Podols <toni526@hotmail.com>
Subject: Randi 11

Randi XI, a continuation of adventures experienced in my previous stories,
is dedicated to all of my friends and fans. It marks installment II of a
very important point in my life as I visit, for the first time since that
point six months ago, that city on the left coast where my bisexual
virginity was compromised.  I finished it and am submitting it from London
as my husband, our kidlets and I enjoy a long-planned vacation.

Please keep your feedback coming to my toni526 hotmail address.  I love it
and answer each email personally as soon as possible.

And, now. . .

Randi XI -- Behemoth revisited II

Our limo exited the airport at about 6AM, Pacific Time and sped onto the
heavy early morning freeway traffic, deftly changing lanes and hurrying
towards the downtown San Francisco area.  As usual, Janine, my superstar
techie, was extremely animated, her great bulk almost shaking the limo as
she made a point to Chen about the project we were about to finalize.
Chen, of course, argued hard and well, and, as usual, to no avail.  Well,
no one, least of all me, argues too much with Janine.  One of the most
sought-after professionals in the country when it came to web- enabled
system development, nothing short of an insurrection was going to pry
Janine away from me.  And, Chen was the perfect foil for her.  Bouncing
arguments and ideas off his thin body and brain worked to perfection, a
team that would not be broken up under any circumstances.

I stole a glance across the seat to Irish, her head down reading the USA
Today passed out on the plane just before landing.  Sensing my attention,
her eyes peered up at me under beautifully shaped eyebrows, the usual evil
little smile curling her lips.  Shaking my head in mock disgust, I made one
more entry onto my Thinkpad and closed it up, placing it carefully back
into my briefcase.  Soon, the limo pulled up to the entrance to the Mark
Hopkins Hotel and we checked into our suites.  We had about 2 hours to
catch our breaths, shower and have some breakfast before visiting our SF
offices.

As soon as I entered my suite, I dropped my briefcase on the desk and
immediately called Ryan in New York.  "Hi, Honey," I breathed into the
phone as soon as the phone was picked up.  "I understand your wife is out
of town.  Is it safe to come by?"

"Sure, Mommy.  Come on over," whispered a tiny, six year old voice, quickly
followed by a long, loud giggle.

"Hi, Princess," I said with an embarrassed squirm.  "How come you're up so
early?"

"It's nine o'clock, mommy.  I've been up for hours.  I was in the bathroom
and heard the phone, so I ran into the bedroom to get it.  Here's Daddy,
Mommy. I love you," she said, kissing me through the phone.

"Love you too, little one," I whispered, returning her kiss.

"Hey, lover, just get in?" Ryan's sleep-thick voice got my juices flowing
again, as always.

"Mmmmm, yeah," I whispered through a stretch and yawn.  "Forgot the time
change for a minute.  God, I hate this shit, honey.  Please, please talk to
Charlotte about arranging our trip.  Okay?"

"Do it today, love.  Promise.  As soon as this flu bug let's me walk.  I
love you, you know."

"God, Ryan, we have to make more personal time.  This vacation will really
do it for us and the kiddies.  Well, Gotta go.  Need a shower before
breakfast.  Bye, love." I kissed him through the phone.

I replaced the telephone in its cradle and walked into the bedroom where my
suitcases had already been opened by the bellboy.  I handed him a tip and
waited until he left.  I arranged my outfit for the day, including my best
underwear and began to undress.  Naked, I walked into the bath, happy to
see a large, class-enclosed shower and reached in to turn on the water,
adjusting the temperature.  I leaned against the sink and stared at my
reflection in the mirror.

Not bad, I thought.  Just a few, tiny wrinkles at the corners of my eyes
and mouth.  Nothing that a plastic surgeon couldn't fix, I giggled to
myself.  I did look tired, though.  Vacation time, after four years, would
come at just the right time.  I slid the door to the shower wide and
slipped inside.  I stood directly under the shower, feeling the sharp beads
strike and soothe my body, trying to wash away my exhaustion.  Placing my
hands before me, I leaned my head against the wall, my eyes closed as the
spray cascade down my back, over my ass, tickling my body.

I felt a cool blast of air against my wet back, sending a tingle throughout
my body.  Then, I felt her.  Her strong hands touching my wet body, her
breasts with hardened nipples touching my back and watched the chocolate
hands reaching around my body to encompass my breasts, gently squeezing the
soft flesh, her fingers pinching my nipples.  I squealed as I felt her hot
lips touch the delicate flesh at the back of my neck and turned around to
face my favorite assistant.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," I murmured as her lips found mine, her eager tongue diving
into my mouth, searching for and easily finding mine.  "Irish, Sweet, how
did you get in here?" I murmured, breaking the kiss and leaning back
against the wall.

"Perks of being the bosslady's assistant", she whispered, her hands
caressing my shoulders, my arms.  "I just told the clerk downstairs that
you needed an additional key card for me for emergencies.  Isn't this an
emergency?" she asked, her evil smile and wagging tongue making my pussy
drip even more.

Reaching past me, Irish grasped the hanging bar of soap and began to lather
her hands.  Soft, slippery, strong hands began to soap my shoulders and
arms, my armpits as I leaned back again, my body flush with the wall.  My
eyes closed, I relished the feel of her strong fingers massaging the lather
into my chest, my breasts, rolling them around on my chest.  God, what a
way to wake up in the morning, a gentle, massaging shower with a black
goddess, slippery fingers squeezing my nipples.  I felt her lips lick off
the lather as she sucked hard at my right tittie, her tongue wrapping
around my steel-hard nipple.  Suddenly, her teeth grasped my little
gumdrop, lightly chewing on it, her tongue tickling across the tip
instinctively.  My hands came up to hold her face against my tittie, spasms
of mini-orgasms coursing through my body.  I groaned my passion as her lips
skipped across my chest to my left breast and repeated her laving action.

Irish began to soap my tummy, rubbing me with slippery hands that stopped
momentarily as her fingers slid into my belly button, pushing deep, further
stoking my fires.  My legs were already weakened as her hands slid down to
my red bush, pulling on the hairs, then rubbing hard.  I opened my eyes so
see the marvelous darkness of her body as she knelt before me, her hands
now touching my dripping pussy.  I watched as she placed her cheek against
my pussy, her hands sliding behind me, lathering my ass.  Her fingers slid
into my crack, moving the lather all over my tiny asshole, her fingers
sliding easily into my hole.  At that point, my legs refused to held me and
I slid down to my knees.

Pushing her down to the flooded tile floor, I lay atop her magnificent
body, my breasts dwarfed by her huge titties, my nipples touching hers.  I
attacked her soft lips with a vengance, tasting the soap that covered our
bodies, my hands immediately grasping those delicious, chocolate breasts.
My God, what have I done to deserve this magnificent beauty, I thought as
my hands squeezed, pressed, rolled her breasts, my lips locked on hers.
Irish arched her back, her pussy grinding into mine.

"Oh, God, Randi, you are so good to me," Irish moaned, her hands stroking
my back, my ass, my asshole, everywhere her hands could reach.

"Irish, Irish, God," I whispered, stroking her soft, dark flesh,

I moved off Irish's body and sat beside her.  I reached out and took her
right leg, my hands stroking the softness of her, moving down her inner
thigh to her delicious pussy.  I watched Irish writhe under my tough, my
fingers touching her tightly curled hair, finding and sliding into her
pussy hole.  She let out a loud cry of passion, her hands grasping mine,
pushing my fingers deeper into her pussy.  I turned around to face her and
placed my leg under her raised leg, bringing my pulsating pussy directly
against hers.  As our pussies touched, both Irish and I screamed aloud as
we began to drive against each other, rocking hard, fucking each other, our
pussies grinding hard.  Her hands reached out to my hips, pulling my pussy
harder against hers as my hands reached up to hold tight to her fabulous
titties.

"Oh, God, God, God, Randi," Irish screamed, louder than the sound of the
pouring water.  Harder and harder we rocked, sliding around in the hot
steamy shower, the stream directly falling on our joined pussies.  Stars
exploded behind my eyes as my orgasm began to climb, matching the urgent
screams coming from Irish's lips.  At last, my hands slid down to grasp her
soft, protruding ass, my fingers sinking deep into her clutching asshole,
pulling her hard against me as my orgasm hit full force.

"Oh, God, Irish!" I screamed as it hit me so hard, our scissoring legs
arched and pushed until suddenly we both froze, screaming our passion
together, our hands flying to each other's faces to kiss deeply, soulfully,
our passionate squeals lost within each other's mouths.

As one, Irish and I collapsed in a heap, the shower continuing to pound on
our flesh.  We lay together on the shower tiles for several minutes,
holding each other, cuddling, stroking.  At last, we stared at each other,
our eyes locking until, as one, we began to laugh uncontrollably,
rollicking on the floor like two school children.  I stood up and helped
her to her feet and reached again for the soap.  With soapy hands, I
cleaned up all the missed juicies all around her delicious, sweet pussy,
her inner thighs, her asshole.  Returning the favor, Irish cleansed me.

Smacking her playfully on her fabulous ass, I said, "Now, get back to your
room and get dressed.  I don't know what time it is, but I can just see
Janine and Chen laughing themselves silly that we're late!"

Slipping into her robe, Irish was about to leave when her assistant's
expertise kicked into high gear.  "Hey, Bosslady, have you noticed that you
have a message flashing on your phone?  Better get that.  Maybe Ryan Hunk
is on his way out here to surprise you," she said, skipping to the door.

As the door closed, I went to the desk and pressed the message button.  I
listened to the message with shock and mounting concern.

"…Hi, this is Beverly, Doreen's assistant?  I have some bad news.
Doreen was rushed to the hospital last evening with a mild heart attack.
The doctors say that she'll be fine.  It was just a mild one, most likely
due to the huge weight loss during the past few months.  She'll be there
for about 4-5 days and I'm supposed to keep you entertained and direct your
team for you while she's out. Here's her room number and the hospital.  You
can call her.  See you at nine AM.

Beverly . . ."

Oh, my God!  I ran around behind the desk and dialed the hospital and asked
for Doreen's room.  A nurse answered and asked me to wait for a moment.

"Randi?"  Doreen's voice came through the telephone, subdued and obviously
medicated.

"Doreen, sweetheart.  Are you alright?  I just got Beverly's message.  I am
so frightened for you, love," I whispered, tears in my eyes.

"Oh, come on, little marshmellow.  I'm going to be fine.  It was just a
mild little hit.  I've got a big heart and I'll be fine.  I was going to
surprise you when you got here.  I lost over 100 pounds, too quickly
according to the docs.  Put some strain on my heart muscles and let it put
a little chink in my armor, that's all.  I will be fine!"

"Oh, God, love, I was so worried.  My virginity taker sick!  But, how did
you lose so much weight so quickly?" I asked, relief flooding through me.

"Had an operation.  They bypass the stomach and create a little pouch
instead, directly into the intestines.  Shit, a couple of crackers and
cheese and I'm full!  I was feeling fine until last night.  Don't worry.
The next time you see me, you'll think I'm your friend Cleo!"

"God, I was so looking forward to seeing you again, love.  I even planned
on sneaking my assistant into the mix, too," I laughed.

"Next time, love, I promise.  I'll take good care of myself and be ready to
roar with you," she said, her voice becoming noticeably stronger.  "You do
know that I have had all your stories bound into a hard cover, don't you?
Each time you come out with a new one, I print it and take it to the binder
and have them add it.  It's my coffee table book of choice.  All my friends
grab it as soon as they get in the door!  They especially love chapter one,
of course!  And, so do I, love."

'We'll stop by the hospital as soon as we finish up here today.  Love and
kisses, sweetie," I kissed, then hung up the telephone.  I immediately
called home to tell Ryan, letting him sooth my ruffled feathers, then
promised to live for him for the rest of my life.

Janine and Chen had already finished their breakfast and were chilling over
coffee as I arrived.  Irish was at the buffet table, filling her plate with
eggs and bacon.  I picked up a plate and took only fruit cocktail, as I
wanted to stay in shape for our coming vacation.  I sat down and, before
devouring my breakfast, explained what had happened to Doreen.  Everyone
knew Doreen and was honestly shocked and saddened.  We planned our trip to
her bedside as soon as the day was over.  As I ate, listening to Janine
rant and rave once more, I was beginning to feel a little better.

An hour later, our limo pulled up before the office building not far from
the hotel.  As we exited the elevator on our company's floor, we were
immediately ushered into a large conference room, where a number of people
sat waiting for us.  As we had expected, they were tense, alert to the home
office people showing up to take over the design of a very important
project.  Exactly the type of environment upon which Janine and I thrive.
After initial introductions, I appointed Janine to lead the facilitation of
the meeting and excused myself.  Irish would be taking copious notes.

As I left the conference room, the company CEO walked up, surprising me,
having just arrived from New York.  He gave me a finger-breaking handshake
and congratulated me for the Dallas job.  I accepted his words with more
grace than I thought I had in me.  I usually get so flustered at
compliments, but this was not only for me, but also for my fabulous team.
We had a long talk in his borrowed office, which ended with a promotion and
a bonus.  I couldn't wait to tell my people about it.



Before returning to the conference room, I walked back to Doreen's office
area and there, just as six months ago, sat Beverly, Doreen's beautiful,
long-legged secretary, her long blonde hair flowing over her shoulders and
around, so that long strands fell over her breasts.  Wow, I thought.  I
hadn't really looked at her when I was here the last time.  She was really
breathtaking.  Upon seeing me, she immediately rose and danced toward me,
her arms out.

"So good to see you again," Beverly said, offering her hand, soft and
supple, yet very, very strong.  God, this lady was as strong as she was
tall!  I held her hand for somewhat longer than usual, watching her eyes.
Strange, I thought.  Ice.  Cold, calculating, untrusting.

"Beverly, can we speak in private for a moment?" I asked, nodding toward
Doreen's office.  Nodding assent, she led the way, opening the door and
walking inside.  Following her inside, I closed the door and deftly locked
it.  I sat on the edge of the desk as Beverly walked to the huge,
floor-ceiling windows.

"Have you heard anything more about Doreen? I asked, watching Beverly
fidget with her hands, her eyes darting around the room.

"Yes, yes.  I spoke to her doctor.  She's going to be fine.  Probably the
rest of the week in the hospital and about a week or less at home and
she'll be back on her broomstick and fly back to the office," she joked.
She was obviously very concerned, very much in like with Doreen.  And, also
troubled.

"Alright, Beverly," I began.  "What's bothering you?  You've been about as
friendly as Hillary Clinton at an Israeli consulate.  What's bugging you?"

Walking back and forth before the windows, Beverly said, "I read your story
about Doreen.  You write with such passion!  As I read it and some of the
other stories, I didn't know who to envy more: you with Doreen, or Doreen
with you."

She turned toward me, her back now against the windows.  "Until this
moment, I envied you with Doreen.  She's so strong, she makes me feel –
wanted for the right reasons.  And, safe.  In this city, in this
environment, that counts for a lot.  But now. . ." she began, turning back
to stare out the window over the San Francisco cityscape, her head down and
shaking,

". . . and now, what, Beverly?" I whispered, walking to the window to stand
beside her.  I was conscious of just how statuesque Beverly was, tall, at
least 5'11" or more, slender, with long, long legs, long, what looked like
natural, blonde hair.  She was a frighteningly beautiful woman, a San
Francisco version of a beach bunny.

Beverly turned toward me and stared.  "Who are you, Randi?" she fairly
shouted.  "You show up on our doorstep, the centerpiece of the corporate
storm, even here, 3,000 miles from your home base.  Everyone is in awe of
you when you arrive on the scene.  Even Doreen shook in her boots when you
first came here. And, then, you blithely walk out of here with Doreen and
proceed to make love all day and night before your plane left."

Turning away, Beverly walked across the room, arms folded.  "And now, you
come here again and Doreen was so excited all week.  God, I was so pissed
at you, so fucking angry and . . .  jealous, I guess," she said, her voice
raising as she turned to me, anger in her voice and eyes.  Who the fuck are
you?"

"Wow!  Did you rehearse that all day or just make it up as you went along?"
I said, sitting again on the corner of Doreen's desk.  "Jealousy can be a
really bad thing, kiddo.  Sometimes healthy, if you channel it the right
way."  I stared at this beautiful woman and knew then that my instincts
were correct when I told myself that there was so much more to making love
to a woman than her body and her face. (But, what a body and face, I added
to myself).

"Look, Beverly," I continued, beginning to pace the room.  "I'm going to
tell you exactly who I am.  I'm EVP for this company and earned every
fucking bit of it.  Everyone here and around the company knows that.
Eighteen hour days, flying thousands of miles every week putting out the
fires, sometimes neglecting the greatest husband and kids a woman could
ever hope for . . . and, a personal friend to a great woman named Doreen."

I stopped in front of her, looking up into her stunned icy blue eyes.
"And, do not even begin to try to intimidate me, girlfriend.  No one can do
that," I said, my typical redhead temper now fairly blazing.

"Now, I'm going to tell you who you appear to be." I said, moving into her
face.  "Based on what Doreen told me, I get it that you're a very
intelligent, very sensitive young woman.  A quite stunning one, as a matter
of fact.  And, sorry to say, a very jealous one, like a child angry at me
for taking away your favorite toy."

I reached out and took her hands in mine.  "With absolutely no fucking
reason to be that way.  Look, Toots, I have a full, great life and that
includes many very, very close and personal friends.  Doreen is close to
the top of that list.  Let not your heart be troubled, love.  Don't know
where I heard that one," I added with a giggle.

"Pretty lady, listen to me," I continued.  "I'm not your enemy or even your
competition."  I reached up and cupped her beautiful face in my hands,
drawing her close.  My lips reached out to touch her bee-stung lips, my
teeth wrapping tightly around her pouting bottom lip.
  Stunned by the suddenness of my assault on her mouth, she squealed
lightly, moving closer to me, her arms sliding around my waist, pulling me
closer to her, her large breasts pressing against my collarbone.  Shit, her
strong arms actually lifted me off the ground, high enough for the kiss to
be really effective.  My tongue delved deep into her mouth as my own arms
wrapped around her back.  I quickly found her long, thick tongue and began
caressing it.  We were both groaning now, juices beginning to flow.

I broke the kiss quickly and settled to the floor, staring into her
lustrous eyes.  "Perhaps when I come back, love.  But, not right now.
You've got a lot of thinking to do, a lot of things to get straight in your
mind.  And, you've got to get Doreen back in shape.

"Now, lets assemble the troops and figure out their status.  Then, we all
pay a visit to Doreen before returning to New York.  Okay?"

"Yeah, sure," Beverly said, disappointed, her fingers straightening her
hair and clothes.  "Look, I'm sorry for what I said, Randi.  I'm just upset
about Doreen."

"Well, you should be.  You're fired.  Just kidding, love.  You don't have
anything to worry about, Beverly.  Now, come on.  Let's see what goes in
that conference room. "  We left Doreen's office and walked to the
conference room, directed there by Janine's powerful lungs, obviously
putting someone in their proper place.  As we entered the room, all talk
abruptly ceased, Janine's hand poised at the white board.

"How's it going?" I asked.

"Great, Boss," Janine said, dusting, wiping the ink marks from her fingers.
"We should be finished this afternoon and be on our way home.  How's
Doreen?" she asked, actual concern showing on her weathered, chubby face.

"She's much better," Beverly offered.  "Mild heart attack, should be back
at work next Monday."

"Great," Janine exclaimed.  "Now, how about some food?" she added, to great
gales of laughter.  Several hours later, our work complete and following
our visit to the hospital, we returned to the hotel and packed for a late
trip home.  I was finishing up some work on my laptop when I noticed a
business card poking out of my briefcase.  I paused and reached for the
card, turning it over and over in my hands, my mind racing ahead.
Sarah. . .

Let's see, I thought.  It's four o'clock, meaning that it's about six in
Chicago.  Sliding the card back and forth across my teeth, I decided.  I
reached into my briefcase and took out my cell phone, attaching it to the
cradle on my Thinkpad.  I logged onto the Internet, which automatically
brought up my AOL Messenger account.  Glancing at the card, I entered
Sarah's id and waited for a blank message page.  When it appeared, I typed:

" . . . Sarah:

Hi.  Received your little present before I left on my current trip to San
Francisco.  How did you keep it so fresh?  Finished early and am heading
back to New York a day early.  Since I am so early, I've decided to change
my plans a little bit and do a little nighttime sightseeing in Chicago.  I
just reserved a suite at the Hilton Chicago O'hare.  Under my name, of
course.  I should be checking into the hotel at around 11PM tonight.  My
plane to New York will leave O'hare at about 930AM tomorrow morning.

Love,

Randi . . ."

I sent the message with a high priority, knowing there was not a lot I
could do if she did not turn on her computer this evening.  I called Ryan
and said that I was going to make a quick stopover in Chicago and should be
back at around noon tomorrow.  Through the coughing, sneezing and
sniffling, he assured me that no one would want to be near him right now
and that the kidlets were taking good care of him.  After speaking to all
three, I hung up and finished packing.

It was almost eleven PM when the plane finished multiple loops of O'hare
(as usual) and I left the bulk of my luggage with the airline.  I checked
into the Hilton and took the elevator to my suite.  Exhausted, I undressed
and climbed into the shower, soaking my weary bones and muscles, reviewing
the day and wondering about the evening.

Dressed in more than form-fitting jeans and a black, bulky turtleneck
sweater, I turned on my Bose, letting Beethoven's Piano Concerto #5 filter
throughout the beautiful main room.  I checked my telephone for messages,
found none and turned on the television.  I dropped into the soft, deep
sofa and leaned back to relax.  After a while, I glanced at my watch and
saw that it was already 1:30AM and decided that I had made a very bad
judgment on this deal.
   Turning off the television, I began to straighten up and arrange my work
in my briefcase before going to sleep.

I flicked off the lights and headed toward the bedroom when I heard
something, a loud banging sound from the hallway.  Reaching into my carryon
bag, I extracted a small combat knife that I always traveled with (and am
well trained to use) and cautiously approached the door.  The peephole
revealed nothing and I turned to leave when I heard something new: a moan.

My first thought was that someone had been attacked in the hall and I
opened the door, feet and hands poised in a defensive mode.  Huddled
against the wall beside my door, holding her knees against her chest was
Sarah.

I knelt down beside Sarah and reached out to cup her chin in my hand.
"Sarah?  It is you, isn't it?  Are you alright?" I whispered.  "Should I
call the desk for help?"

She kept her face buried in her arms and murmured, "No, no, I'm alright.
I'm okay.  Please.  Just give me a minute to pull myself together.  I'm
okay, really."  "Are you hurt?"

"No, no.  Damn it, I'm just so embarrassed.  That's all.  I've been sitting
here for over an hour, deciding what to do and I fell asleep.  I jerked
awake and cracked my head against the wall."  "Oh, my God, is it alright?
Let me check."  I reached for her hair, spreading it apart, looking for any
blood.  Nothing.  Then, I leaned back on my haunches and stared at her for
a moment until I saw her eyes emerge, checking to see if I were still
staring at her.  Suddenly, I could hold back no more and burst into a loud
belly laugh, lost my balance and crashed ass first onto the hallway rug.

"Stop laughing," she cried, reaching out to punch my arm, slipping and
falling over.  I reached out to catch her and grabbed her hands, lifting
her to her feet.  Wow!  She was tiny, probably less than five feet tall.
"Come on in, Sarah," I said, guiding her inside.  "Let's talk."

Reluctantly, Sarah followed me into the suite, visibly shuddering as I
closed the door behind us.  "Please be careful not to trip over that
bullwhip and the 13 inch spiked heels on the floor.  Oh, and the handcuffs
on the table are for other guests," I warned, giggling again.

"It's not funny, Randi.  I'm petrified.  I don't know what I'm doing here.
When I got your email, I almost deleted it.  I was going to answer it and
tell you that you misinterpreted my message, but somehow, I found myself
driving over here.  I parked and checked at the desk, took the elevator up
and lost my nerve," she said before dropping into onto the sofa.

For the first time, I looked at Sarah.  She was short, perhaps 4'10"-4'11",
not fat, but zoftig, her brown hair shoulder length and shiny, her face
chubby but cute, large, brown eyes, a perfect, well-built nose.  Wearing a
beautiful brown, full length leather coat and what appeared to be a tight
black turtleneck, she was adorable.  A cuddly little bear.

Moving to the far side of the sofa, I sat, a nice, discrete distance.  "How
about a glass of wine?  They left plenty as a gift here.  And, may I take
your coat or are you planning to run off as soon as I go to the kitchen?" I
asked, a gentle smile on my lips.

Her eyes fixed on mine, searching for – something, trying to decide what
she indeed planned to do.  Finally, she stood and slid her coat from her
shoulders and reluctantly handed it to me.  I smiled at her and walked to
the front closet to hang up her coat.

Smiling again, I entered the kitchen, calling to her.  "Do you live far
from the airport, Sarah?"  I poured two white wines and returned to the
large living room.

"Kind of.  About a half hour without traffic," she said, happy to be
talking about something that kept her from facing the reason for her visit.
I handed her a glass, accepting her nod of thanks and sat down again.  "So,
Sarah, tell me about yourself."

I learned that Sarah was an executive with the Chicago Teachers' Union, had
received her two MBAs from the University of Illinois and taught in the
school system there for 10 years before moving on to the Union.  She was
31, married and divorced, no children and a school principal boyfriend.

"Very impressive, Sarah," I said, sipping my white wine.  " And why are you
here?"

"Good question," Sara said, looking around the room before stand and
walking to the sliders to the balcony.  "I honestly don't know, Randi," she
whispered, almost too softly to be heard.  "I guess I've always been
curious and when I watched you and your friend, I kind of lost myself in
fantasies.  As for the panties, when I was in the bathroom, the smell was
so overpowering I couldn't resist it.  Kind of consumed me, I guess."

I walked to the window to stand near her, letting the tension between us
slowly evaporate.  "Can I tell you what being bisexual means to me?"
Without waiting for her response, I began.  "To me it's sharing my life for
a time with someone for whom I really care, who is interesting to me and
interested in me for more than just the purely physical form.  I don't care
for indiscriminate sexual encounters, Sarah.  I owe myself more than that
and that also violates a covenant between my husband and myself."

"Why did you arrange this meeting, then?"

"I just wanted to thank you for returning my favorite panties, sweetheart,"
I said, my hand slowly reaching for her chin, lifting her face as my lips
gently touched hers.  Sarah pulled back for a moment, staring at me, her
fingers touching her lips, her eyebrows furled.  Slowly, I reached out to
touch her hair where it fell across her shoulder, pinching a tuft between
my thumb and forefinger.  I kept my eyes on Sarah's, letting her know that
she was in no danger.

"I haven't turned into a bat in years, Sarah," I smiled, watching as her
fingers came up to touch my hand.  When they didn't pull my hand away, I
let the back of my fingers touch her soft cheek, feeling the shudder pass
through her.  I watched her eyes slowly close, clenched tightly, her hand
reaching mine and holding it tight against her.

"I . . . I don't know . . ." Sarah murmured, her eyes glistening.  She
turned back to stare out the window.  Without a word, I walked away,
leaving her alone with her indecision.  I walked to the sofa and sat down,
watching her, waiting for her.  She slowly turned, her brow again furled,
questioning.  "Why did you walk away?"

"Sarah, I want to talk to you.  Come on over here and sit down, please," I
said, watching as she ventured over, taking a spot at the far end of the
sofa.  "  Much as it may seem otherwise to you, Sarah, I'm still a novice
at being a bisexual.  And, despite my joking around, I am not a hedonist.
I enjoy making love to a woman, Sarah.  I don't fuck them.  I was
fascinated by your gesture and I just thought that at most I would be
wasting one evening at a beautiful hotel.  But, when it's not right, no
amount of wooing will help."

I rose and reached my hand to Sarah, who accepted it gingerly.  "I think
you'd better leave now, Sarah.  You have my phone number and my email
address.  When – if – you decide you want to go further, I'm willing
and able," I said, leading her to the door.  I picked up her coat and held
it as she slipped her arms inside.  As I held the door open, I stopped her.

"Just so you understand what you're missing, Sarah," I began, gently
cupping her pudgy cheeks in my hands.  I very lightly touched my lips to
hers, my tongue reaching out to lick them.  My teeth wrapped around her
lower lip, lightly chewing it, her breathing becoming forced, gasping.  My
hand wrapped around her neck and pulled her lips hard against mine, my
tongue sliding deftly into her mouth, seeking, and finding hers, tasting
her saliva.  Slowly, I pulled back, smiling at her obviously shock face.

"Night, Sarah," I whispered, closing the door.

I walked back to the desk and fired up my Thinkpad.  Within moments, I was
online in my favorite chat room, meeting with one of my favorite cyber
friends, MagicFingers.  Of course, her best friend, Aunt Sue, was already
there with her, realtime, so a long evening beckoned from Seattle.

Suddenly, I heard something.  Not a knock, more of a scratching on the
door.
  Leaving a brb on the computer screen, I walked to the door and opened it.
Standing there, tears streaming down her beautiful, chubby face was Sarah.
Her large eyes looked up at me and my heart simply melted.  I reached out
and took her hands and led her into my suite, closing the door behind me.

"I . . .  I don't know what . . ." Sarah began.  I stopped her with a
finger across her lips.  I kissed her lightly and led her to the sofa.  "Be
right back," I whispered.  I walked back to my desk and entered a single
line, immediately understood by my cyber friends.  "See you tomorrow,
ladies," I typed and turned off my Thinkpad.

I walked back to Sarah and held out my hand to her.  Shakily, she accepted
it and I helped her up and slid her long leather coat from her shoulders.
I stepped back for a moment to take in this innocent, frightened
child-woman.

She was dressed in a short skirt that displayed her slightly chubby legs
well above her knees.  A wool sweater bulged under the strain of her large
breasts, her nipples already hard and pointing through her bra.  Her hair
was longer than I remembered, gracing her shoulders in a light brown shade
that circled her cherubic face.  An extremely pretty girl, her mascara
streaked her face from tears of – fear?  No, not fear.  Confusion.
Lust.

I urged Sarah to sit down and knelt before her, keeping my eyes locked on
hers, my hands gently resting on her thighs.  I could feel the shudder pass
through her body, her eyes clenched shut as I began to knead the soft skin,
my fingers teasing the soft smoothness of her inner thighs.  I leaned down
to kiss her just above the knees, letting my tongue tease the soft skin of
her thighs.  Her head leaned back, a low moan leaving her throat.  As I
licked up her inner thighs, my hands moved around beneath her skirt,
stroking her hips, gently squeezing the flesh.  Sarah's hands tentatively
touched my thick red curls, keeping my face between her soft, velvety
smooth thighs.  I could smell her leakage now, breathing deeply, savoring
the odor.

I lifted my head and moved between Sarah's legs, my hands reaching for her
face.  I cupped her cheeks in my hands and gently kissed her quivering
lips, my tongue running all over them, tasting her, letting her know that I
would always treat her gently.  She was whimpering continually now as her
mouth opened for me, her tongue reaching out into mine, searching for my
tongue.  At the touch of my tongue, she groaned loudly, her hands reaching
out to pull my face hard into hers.  Our tongues searched wildly, seeking
and finding the most sensitive of areas.

I let my hands slide down to Sarah's shoulders, gently kneading the flesh
as our kiss intensified.  Further down, I gently squeezed her arms, feeling
the softness of the flesh on the backs of her arms.  Maintaining the kiss,
I gently urged her to her feet, bending far over my shorter lover to keep
our kiss intact.  Finally breaking our kiss, I smiled, her eyes wide in
anticipation.

"Last chance, Sarah," I whispered, my hands sliding beneath her arms and
around her back, pulling her forward until my breasts pressed hard against
her larger globes.
  I felt her arms slowly wrap around my neck.

"God, Randi.  I was so frightened.  I've know ever since that night on the
plane that I wanted this, wanted it so bad I could taste it," she
whispered, avoiding my eyes.  "I masturbated so many times, holding and
sniffing your panties," she continued, embarrassment obvious in her voice.

"But now, in your arms, I'm not frightened anymore.  Please, make love to
me.  Teach me.  I want you so much," she breathed, reaching up to pull my
face down to hers, her lips hungrily seeking mine.  I let her kiss me,
feeling her way, her tongue delving into my mouth, searching.  I pulled her
hard against me as I returned the fire in her kiss, determined to make this
the most memorable night of her life.  I released her for only as long as
necessary to place my trusty John Coltrane CD into my Bose and, smiling at
her, took her hand to lead her into the bedroom.

As the soft jazz filled the suite with its power, I led Sarah to the bed.
I lifted her sweater free of her skirt and pulled it over her head.  I
watched as her large breasts came into view, still wrapped in a straining
bra, her nipples clearly visible through the thin material.  So big for
such a small woman, I thought.  So beautiful!

I knelt before her and opened her skirt, slowly pulling the zipper down,
watching her eyes, tightly clenched, her lower lip locked between her
teeth.  As the material passed over her hips and large, beautiful ass, she
shivered again as I watched her legs come into view.  Her legs were visibly
weakened as I gazed at the wetness coating the bottom of her V.  As her
skirt puddle around her ankles, I moved closer, pressing my nose against
the wetness, taking in the odor of her flowing juices.  A slight cry came
from Sarah as my nose touched her sex.

Rising, I touched the softness of Sarah's arms, gently squeezing them as I
continued behind her back to unfasten her bra.  As it loosened, she cried
out, her hands automatically grasping the material, holding it to her
chest.  Smiling, I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the nose as I
gently pulled the bra from her hands.  I gasped as her perfectly rounded
breasts tumbled free.  They were so perfectly rounded, full and firm, her
nipples at least a half inch long, a deep red and thick, as perfect as
large pencil erasers.  Surrounded by large, very dark caps, her breasts and
nipples were magnificent.

I knelt before Sarah and touched the band of her pure white panties at her
hips.  My fingers slid beneath the waistband and slowly began to draw them
down over her hips and her ass.  She was shaking like a leaf as the panties
came down to her thighs, her thick, curly brown haired pussy came into
view, beads of cum juice copiously flowing from her sex coated the hair as
I eased them down past her knees to join her skirt around her ankles.  I
touched her calf and helped her step out of them.  She stood before me
entirely naked, her hands crossed over her delightful pussy.

Sarah was adorable, perhaps 20 pounds overweight, but well carried.  As I
leaned back on my heels, I was startled at the little-girl appearance of
her, the vulnerability, the innocence.  The desire.  I rose and took her
hands and set her down on the bed and began to undress.

I slowly pulled my bulky black turtleneck sweater up my stomach to my
unencumbered breasts, raising them, then letting them fall, jiggling into
place and continuing up and over my head.  With the sweater still covering
my face, I heard Sarah's sharp intake of breath and smiled, letting my ego
fully inflate.  I'm kind of proud of my breasts, 36C (almost D!), still
full and firm, rounded, with hard, bright red nipples, a half-inch long
when erect as they were now.

Dropping the sweater to the floor, I loosened my Gucci horse's heads belt
buckle and opened my jeans.  They were more than form fitting, being
extremely tight and tailored.  I slowly pulled my zipper down, luxuriating
in the vibration against my black-panty clad pussy.
  I pulled my jeans down over my hips and my ass, slowly letting my panties
come into Sarah's view, then slowly down my thighs, my knees, my calves and
finally off.  I kicked them away and slowly did a (sexy?) 360 for Sarah.  I
watched her eyes, grown wide as the old Keane painted children's eyes as
she took in my body.  All those martial arts workouts had keep my body in
shape.

Slowly, I turned my back to Sarah and began to slide my panties down.  I
let Sarah watch as my firm ass came into view, listening as her breathing
became more forced, more out of control.  As the panties slid down my
thighs, I leaned over to pull them off, giving Sarah a clear view of my ass
and my pussy.  When I turned around to face her, my red fur-clad pussy was
already wet with my flowing juices.

I walked over to the bed and held out my hand to Sarah, lifting her to her
feet, her eyes down. I put a finger beneath her chin and lifted her face to
mine and gently kissed her lips.  I closed the distance between us until
her huge breasts touched me just beneath mine, her nipples threatening to
cut my skin with their hardness.  I let my hands touch the softness of her
skin, fingers tracing lines the full length of her back.  She shivered, her
legs actually buckling under her weight as I grasped her waist, holding her
against my body.



I sat on the edge of the bed and brought Sarah to me, pulling her down onto
my lap.  I wanted to treat her as I would a child, cuddling her, soothing
her, letting her know that she was safe in my arms.  As she sat down, I
experienced a series of mini-orgasms at the touch of her body on mine, her
ass, soft and full, her pussy, wet and hot.  Her breasts were nearly at
mouth level and I couldn't resist reaching out with my tongue to touch her
nearest nipple.  Sarah screamed at my touch and reached out to hold my
head, pushing me harder onto her nipple.  My hands began to caress her,
touching her hip, tracing lines down her thigh, feeling her begin to
wriggle uncontrollably at my touch.

"Oh, God, Randi, oh, my God . . ." Sarah whispered, her hands holding tight
to my head as I began to nurse at her breast.  I brought my hand up to cup
and squeeze her soft, smooth breasts, pushing as much of her fullness into
my mouth as possible.  I continued to suck at her breast, enjoying the
softness, the sweet, sweet taste.  I brought my teeth down to gently bite
her nipple, letting my tongue pass over the hard, sweet nubbin.  Sarah
began to moan over and over as I felt her hands begin to touch my bare
skin, my shoulders, my arms, my sides.

Finally, I could wait no longer for Sarah.  I gently lifted her from my lap
and laid her down onto the bed.  She lay there staring at me, waiting, not
knowing what to do.  I lay beside her, smiling at her warmly, gently
stroking her face, moving a fallen strand of hair from her eyes.  I leaned
down to kiss her again, gently touching her lips with my tongue.  As her
mouth opened, my tongue slid inside, licking over her teeth, her gums,
searching for the insides of her cheeks and, finally, her tongue.  I let my
hand drift from her face to her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, down to her
arm, stroking gently.  My hand moved slowly to her beautiful breast,
touching the side of it, then drifting down to stroke beneath it.  Finally,
I cupped her breast in my hand, squeezing the softness, rolling it around
her chest.  I took her nipple in my thumb and forefinger and squeezed,
pulling gently on it.  Sarah groaned into my mouth at my ministrations.

My mouth left Sarah's and began to travel down her body, stopping at her
shoulder to lick and taste her body.  My teeth grasped flesh, lightly
chewing, my tongue teasing her skin.  My mouth followed my hands, licking
at the sides and underside of her breasts, kissing the softness, tasting
the sweat that accumulated there.  My tongue traveled up to lick all around
her breast cap, feeling each and every tiny bump until finally touching her
nipple.  Sarah's body arched, involuntarily, thrusting her breast into my
mouth.  I began to suck and suck hard, pulling the cap and nipple into my
mouth, chewing on her nipples.

"Agggggh, Randi," Sarah cried.  "Oh, my God, I'm leaking . . ."

"Mmmm.  Not just yet, my sweetheart.  We're just beginning," I whispered,
kissing and licking her breasts over and over.  My mouth began to move down
her tummy, touching the tiny rolls of baby fat, tasting her salty flesh.
As my tongue reached her belly button, she shivered again, pushing her body
up hard.  My tongue delved into her opening, pushing at her navel.
Squealing, her hands came down to hold my mouth to her.

Kissing and licking further down her body, my tongue touched the hairs of
her pussy, the beads of cum there teasing my palette, making he hungry for
more.  But, not yet.  No, I wanted Sarah to experience the full effect.  I
began to lick across to her hip, touching the softness there with the tip
of my tongue and down her thigh.  Her cries of "No, please, come back" were
ignored as I continued to tease the softness of her body.  My hands kept
caressing her soft thighs, her calves, touching every point of access on
her body.

As my tongue began to touch the absolutely perfect smoothness of Sarah's
inner thighs, she spread them slightly, opening my pathway to her center.
I reached my hands around her hips and wrapped them around the cheeks of
her ass, clutching and squeezing them as my mouth moved closer and closer
to my final target.  My fingers touched the crack of her ass, bringing more
screams of "More, please Randi, more!"

Sarah was now writhing uncontrollably as my mouth moved closer and closer
to her pussy.  Finally, my tongue touched the bottom of her slit, just
above her ass.  Sarah screamed at my touch, her juices flowing more thickly
now.  I let those juices fall onto my tongue and brought them into my
mouth.  From beneath her body, my thumbs now began to spread her pussy lips
apart, providing access to the sweet folds of flesh inside her.  My tongue
touched her hole gently, licking at the juices that flowed more copiously
now.  Moving further up, I spied her clittie, standing straight, hardened,
pulsating red.  I dropped my teeth over the nubbin, lightly biting it, my
tongue flicking over its tip.

"Oh, Godddd, Oh, God, I'm coming," Sarah cried, her hands pushing with all
her might against my head, keeping my mouth locked over her pussy, my teeth
on her clittie.  I moved down and forced the full length of my hardened
tongue deep into her hole, sucking hard, moving my face like a puppy dog,
bringing out spurts of cum into my mouth, swallowing, swallowing, licking
as Sarah writhed and screamed her orgasm.  With a final, powerful arching
of her pelvis, Sarah froze as the overwhelming force of her orgasm hit her.

Moments later, my mouth filled with her flow, I crawled up to lay next to
Sarah, my leg across her body, her head cradled in my arms.  Her face
rested against my breast, her lips gently kissing it, her hands lightly
caressing my thigh.  Finally, her eyes opened and she stared into mine.

"Oh, my God. . ." Sarah whispered, her breath and heartbeat finally
beginning to return to a semblance of normality. "My God, I never
. . .never expected something like that!  What have you done to me, Randi?"
she continued, a relaxed and comfortable smile again filling her soft
features.  I smiled at her, holding her close.

"I never would have believed it could be so wonderful, Randi," she said,
leaning over to kiss me again.  "But, now, it's your turn," she added, a
smile on her lips.

"It's your first time, love.  You don't owe me anything.  I had many, many
little mini-orgasms all the time I was making love to you, sweetheart."

Ignoring my words, Sarah began to kiss my breasts, licking them, sucking my
nipple into her mouth, trying to remember what I had done, what she would
love to have done to her.  I shivered at the touch of her teeth on my
nipple, the hand now squeezing my breast.  Sarah began to devour my breasts
as her hands busied themselves elsewhere, touching everywhere she could
reach, my thighs, my hips.  She knelt beside me, sucking at my breast as
her hand moved over my thighs and my calves as my legs bent, feet planted
on the bed.

Looking up at me for approval, she began to kiss down my tightly muscled
tummy, licking all over my skin to my belly button.  I began to moan loudly
as her tongue dipped into my navel opening, pushing as hard as I had to
her.  I could feel her fingers touching my red bush, pulling on the hairs,
her fingers parting my pussy lips, dipping into me.  I cried out at the
intrusion of her fingers, feeling my juices flowing at her touch.  Her
mouth moved lower, touching and licking the juices from my pussy hair,
rolling them around in her mouth, enjoying her first ever taste of another
woman.

Her inexperience was overshadowed by her desire to please me and it was
working!  My God, I was shaking like a leaf as her tongue now touched the
top of my pussy slit.  Her fingers opened my pussy to her tongue, licking
hard at my engorged clittie, her lips sucking it into her mouth, working
hard at it, bringing me to the edge.

"Oh, God, Sarah, suck me.  Suck my pussy.  I'm so close.  Please!" I cried
as she opened me wide and stuck her tongue deep into my hole.  Crying, my
orgasm began to build.

"Oh, sweet God, I'm comingggggg, Oh, shittttttt . . ." I cried, holding her
face hard against my overflowing pussy.  Flying high, over the top of the
mountain again, I came repeatedly, pouring my juices into her sucking mouth
as her hands held my ass tight, squeezing, touching, coming.

When I was finally able to talk again, Sarah had crawled back into my arms,
kissing me, tasting herself on my lips, me tasting myself on hers.  We fell
asleep in each other's arms, pledging more trips and meetings in Chicago.

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