Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2004 16:49:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marie LeClare <marieleclare@yahoo.com>
Subject: Seduction - lesbian adult youth

This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents
either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental

NOTE: This is a true story. Although I didn't write it. It was send to me
for some editing and posting. I have changed the names and location
although it does take place in Europe.


Seduction Ff
By
Marie LeClare
Copyright (c) 2004


I had moved to a new place on a company transfer. While the company I
worked for, had arranged for a nice small studio apartment and a car, it
obviously could not arrange for a friend.

Many of the office colleagues were nice and had asked me over, where I met
their friends, but there was no one I could relate to really. Fortunately
my work kept me busy for about two months, till things fell in place. Work
and social life became routine and boring.

My minds began to wander into a make believe world of sex. I was wondering
if I could find some woman to love me, play with my burning pussy, satisfy
my lust. The situation got worse on Saturdays and Sundays when we did not
have to go to office. My only companion on those days was my little Peter
Pan vibrator presented by my Aunt Marietta when I moved from her place.

It was a steel battery operated vibrator. Very religiously, I used to use
it almost constantly from Friday night through to Sunday night, when it was
folded into velvet bag and safely tucked into my cupboard. From Friday to
Sunday it was generally very busy keeping me entertained or was under my
pillow resting waiting the next session.

I had a maid who would come to my place to clean up. She was about 17 years
old, dark girl, with long curly hair and worst of all an interfering nose.
Always interfering with my dressing table, my fridge and my kitchen
cabinet.

She came around 10 in the morning, cleaned up the place and then sat
watching TV for another hour or so while having some thing to eat that I
made for her as a brunch. While watching TV she was constantly jabbering
and asking one question after another. The only reason I did not kick her
off from my work was because she was honest.

Bachelor girls tend to be careless with their jewelry and their purses,
especially when living alone. I was not an exception but I never lost
anything with her though she had a free run of the house. Elsa had a key to
my place, so that she could come into the place to clean up when I would be
at work on weekdays. By the time Elsa came at 10 o'clock on my off days. I
would have had my bath, and made my bed, put Peter Pan comfortably under my
pillow.

One Saturday morning, Elsa came in earlier than I had expected. I was
having a bath when she came in, the bed had not been made either. Wrapped
in my housecoat with nothing on underneath, I came out after a bath to find
the bed made and this young girl studying Peter Pan.

I remained calm and pretended not to show any interest in what she was
holding with a hope that she would put it down and forget about it. No such
thing. True to form, she had to ask me what this contraption was.

Nothing, you just put it back where you found it I replied to her sternly.
Still, it must be something. I found it under your pillow She continued
without paying attention to my stern words.

Ok, this is meant to relax one's muscle when one is tired and tense. Now
put it away I replied with a little agitation. Oh, I am feeling a little
tired and tense now. Show me how to use it. I will not disturb you She
continued.

Alright, just for a short while. I do not know why I tolerate you, you
little interfering girl. With that I grabbed Peter Pan from her hands. The
moment I took it in my hand, sex laden clouds floated across my mind.
Should I or should I not entice Elsa ? The answer was a resounding no, or
perhaps maybe.

I switched Peter on. A soft, gentle whirring sound emitted from it. Sound
which I related to sexual satisfaction, leading to gathering more clouds in
my mind, more so as I had lead a celibate life for the last three to four
months.

I gently pressed Peter against her one cheek and then glided it to the
other cheek via her chin and onto her ears. She raised her face and closed
her eyes as I traced her lips with Peter. As I started to move it away, she
caught my hand and said, please a little while longer I went through the
procedure again, almost like a doctor examining a patient.

When I brought Peter against her lips again, she half opened her mouth and
stuck the tip of her tongue out to lick Peter. She let out her first soft
cry of enjoyment.

Oh Ma'am, this is really good. My clouds were darkening. I brought Peter to
the nape of her neck, to below her chin. She now started to look sexy. With
my free hand I pressed both her cheeks and said enough for you?

My voice, I did not recognize. It was sounding so husky. It was at the
point of no return.  Please, she pleaded. It was the straw that broke the
camel's back. Without saying another word I continued the downward
journey. I could feel a slight trickle on my thigh, my tits were beginning
to harden, the excitement was moving to a crescendo.

I slowly brought Peter over her blouse where her breasts were nestled
inside a bra. I moved Peter from one breast down the valley to the other
breast and started to form concentric circles were I assumed her tits were.

Elsa was getting horny. I saw her move one thigh over the other, quite
apparently to press her pussy. She was busy watching me trace her
outline. Are you feeling nice? I asked. Mmmm was her response. Should I put
this under your blouse, I continued.

No response, so I very tentatively moved it not only under her blouse but
also under her bra. Peter must have just about touched her tit when she
said, oh, this is wonderful. I started to stroke her cheeks with my
fingers. She seemed to quite enjoying both the stroking and the vibration
on her tit. She pressed my hands to bring Peter closer.

With my free hand I unbuttoned her blouse, initially just the top two
buttons and subsequently the remaining. I noticed just a fleeting blush as
she closed her eyes. I then put Peter on my own tits to get some
relief. Elsa opened her eyes to see why she was not getting any
sensations. To further entice her, I put my free hand inside my gown and
started to press my tit, she smiled. I realized she was now a captive. I
then accidentally let my one breast be exposed and placed Peter on the tit.

Elsa was wide-eyed seeing a comparatively larger breast (36D to her 34C). I
smiled at her and reached out behind her back and unhooked her bra and took
off both her bra and her blouse at one go. She made no attempt to cover her
partial nudity. She had firm small pear shaped breast. Her puffed up tits
were pointing upwards.

Peter was now busy creating a ripple on Elsa's breast. I then touched her
breast and started to gently knead her breast and pinch her tits. Are you
enjoying this? I asked. Oh, Madam, it really is heavenly.  She said.

I then took her hand and put it on my exposed breast. I could see she was
nervous and her hands were trembling. Don't feel afraid. Make me also feel
nice. I switched Peter off and opened my gown from the waist up exposing
both my breasts.

The gown was now staying up only by the cord as I took it off my
shoulder. Elsa started to knead my breast, slowly at first and with little
more force, as she got more comfortable. She was quite enjoying both
getting a gentle massage and giving me a not too a gentle massage.

Without saying anything more I bent down and took her breast into my mouth
and gave a very gentle nip with my teeth to her tit. As there was no
reaction to it, I started to suck and kiss her tits. I felt her pull me
closer to her. I let her go and thrust my now very hard tits towards her.

She quickly caught on too what I wanted. She started to suck me. My pussy
was on fire now. As she lifted her arms to get me closer, I noticed that
she had a undergrowth of hair under her armpit. It was the first time I had
seen this in any women. Believe me it looked very sexy.

I bent and kissed and licked her armpits. The sight of such a hairy armpit
made my treasure trove throb. I pushed her on the bed and again picked up
Peter. I then started to bring Peter on to her thighs from over her
skirt. I finally got it between her thighs and let it whirl there for a
while.

She started to twist and turn, so I put it under her skirt and over her
panty. She was now completely worked up. She shamelessly pressed her pussy
once or twice. On her own she removed her skirt exposing her panty. I could
see that her panty was quite soaked.

I let Peter massage her for a while from above her panty. She then parted
her thighs. I then put aside Peter and pulled off her panty. Her pubic
hair, apparently had never been shaved, covered her ketchup holder
completely.

She covered her eyes with her arms out of embarrassment. Peter was put back
to work for a short while. Peter had an uncanny knack of making a woman
spread her legs. Elsa also fell for the magic of Peter and spread her
legs. I then bent down and kissed her honey pot. Elsa spread her thighs
further.

I started to lick the free flowing honey. Elsa's body tensed and then she
burst like a water-balloon. The soles of her feet were facing the
ceiling. I dug into her torpedo tube with my tongue so that no juices got
wasted. She was groaning and writhing in apparent ecstasy, pushing my head
into her, so that I don't let go.

I was quite enjoying it myself. I held up her legs and spread them as wide
as possible. Her dark curly hair was matted and from in between the forest
the Valley of No Return was clearly visible. King Solomon's Mines could not
have looked more glistening. I would have continued drinking from the
fountain of youth but my leg splitter was clamoring for attention.

I let go, so did she. Opening and taking of my gown I sat down on my
haunches next to her face. I could feel her hot breath on my cunt. I used
both my hands and split my hairless pussy so that she could get a good
look. She stared at it for a while but did not make any move. Play with it,
Elsa, I asked.

I fingered my hole to show the way. She, then slowly but surely reached out
and touched my Valley of Ecstasy. I could feel her pressure also on my ass
cheeks as she pulled me closer to her. As I straddled her so that she could
get an uninterrupted access to cunt, I said Darling, eat this
split-honey-filled cutlet.

I lowered myself on her mouth while at the same time keeping my split open
with my fingers. She was a quick learner, I noticed with delight. Peter now
was picked up. I placed it between her tongue and my gorge. I then put
Peter into my heavily leaking hole and fucked myself with it.

Looking over my shoulder, I noticed Elsa's legs were well spread and she
was rubbing her cilt. I turned around and got into 69 position. Besides
sucking her I impaled her with Peter. There was a little red liquid
dripping on the top of Peter. So Elsa was a virgin. She later confirmed
this. In this position we remained sucking and fingering till we climaxed
many times.

Over the next six months, Elsa became my lover. We made love to each other
every weekend, She liked it most when we fucked with a strap-on-dildo on
and most of the times she was the one who took the initiative.

She changed and became the more aggressive of the two of us. She also
shaved her pubes but I insisted she keep her hair on under her arms. Quite
often she came on weekdays when she felt horny.

Soon Elsa's marriage got arranged and she left for her husband's home.
However, she does come over to renew our sex play whenever she is at her
Mother's place. On reflection, I wonder if I could be prosecuted for rape?

If you like this story please write me at MarieLeClare@Yahoo.com

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