Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2007 02:35:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sheila Smith <sheilamoist4u@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sheila and the Hitchhikers

The two girls came into the kitchen and stood waiting while I made a cool
drink for them.  They were about fifteen, dressed in skimpy shorts which
were stretched tightly over their firm rounded buttocks.  They had on
short-sleeved blouses and I noted with approval that they were wearing
light bras through which their nipples protruded tantalisingly from their
plump young breasts.  They both had superb legs, brown and tanned from
their day's walking under the hot sun.  I eyed them hungrily as they
drank their lemonade: adolescent girls ripe for picking.
"So, what are your names?"
"I'm Liz," said the taller of the girls.  She had sparkling blue eyes
which  fixed mine boldly as if she could read my thoughts.  She seemed to
be giving me the come-on, giving a little toss of her blond hair and
pouting her full red lips as she spoke.  I lowered my eyes briefly to her
luscious tits and then back again.  Her eyes continued to fix mine
brazenly: she had followed my gaze down to her boobs and knew that I had
found them mouthwatering.  .  I ran my tongue over my lips in a way that
she could not misunderstand: I wanted to use it on her, and she knew it.
She smiled slightly, invitingly.  I gulped and turned expectantly to her
curvaceous companion.
"And I'm Justine," said the other girl.  She seemed shyer, demure almost,
and her dark brown eyes were downcast modestly  as she failed to hold my
penetrating and frankly sexual stare.  Her tiny waist emphasised the
curving swell of her breasts and I swallowed hard.  If only ....  Would
she ....?
I tried to regain my composure and to suppress the fevered image of
these two teenage temptresses writhing naked in my arms.
"Hi, Liz.  Hi, Justine.  My name's Sheila.  Why don't you sit down?  Take
the weight off your feet."
They plonked themselves on the two chairs opposite me.  I noted with
approval that they sat with their legs carelessly splayed open.  I like
teenage girls and the way they are so uninhibited about their bodies,
flaunting and flashing their assets and not giving a damn who is ogling
them.  My eyes wandered to the top of the tantalising  V made by
Justine's thighs, and at the creases in the crutch of her shorts which
subtly outlined her cuntlips.  Liz knew exactly where I was looking, for,
when I raised my eyes from feasting on her friend's pubes,  I saw again
that a sardonic smile hovered on her lips.  Yes, Liz already knew what
kind of woman I was, and what my special lesbian tastes were!  I sat down
then and folded my legs carefully, allowing the folds of my button-front
dress to fall open so that my thighs were displayed.

"Goodness, how brown your legs are!" I gushed.  "Mine are positively
white by comparison!"

I uncrossed my legs and stretched them out in front of me, parting them
widely and running my hands up my thighs,  right up to my brief scarlet
red panties.  The girls' eyes followed the movement of my hands, and I
knew that they would be able to see the wisps of pubic hair that escaped
from under my panties.  My cunt was already moist and I wondered if any
telltale damp patch  was visible yet.

Staying with my exposed legs wide open and stretched towards the girls, I
raised my arms above my head and feigned a deep yawn.  The movement
caused my breasts to lift and thrust forward.  Bra-less, they were
clearly visible under the flimsy material of my silk dress, heavy globes
surmounted with large dark aureoles and juicy nipples which had already
become erect as my sexual arousal increased.  Beads of sweat trickled
down my cleavage.  Had they ever sucked on another woman's nipples?  I
imagined their rosebud lips pursed over my aching nipples and my fingers
in their hair as I held them against me, imagined the sensation as I felt
their sucking mouths sending thrills down to my throbbing clitoris....
"It's so hot, isn't it?  I don't know about you girls, but this is a day
to go topless as far as I'm concerned."
I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my dress and then paused.
"Well, what about it, Liz and Justine?  Come on, all girls together!  No
prying male eyes to ogle us!"

I continued to unbutton my dress until it fell open, barely covering my
breasts now, and giving them a good view of my pubic mound, which bulged
proudly under the silky material of my shocking red panties.  I longed
now to grind my pubes against Justine's delicious pussy, the puffy
outline of which she had quite unconsciously exposed to my hungry lesbian
gaze.  But I knew better than to rush things.  I left my dress on,
carelessly-carefully open to let them see my the rounded womanliness of
my body.
"Shouldn't we be going, Liz?" Justine asked anxiously, suddenly made
uncomfortable as she became aware of my near nakedness and the
strangeness of my seductive behaviour, behaviour which we could not have
expected from one of her own sex.  I looked at Liz.  Their was a look in
her eyes that I can only describe as conspiratorial.
"Oh Justine, don't be in such a hurry all the time!" she said.  "Let's
stay and rest our weary bones for a while."  She looked at me: "If that's
all right with you, Sheila?"
I smiled at her and put my hand suggestively over my pubes.
"It's more than all right with me!"

Liz pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to one side.  My throat
tightened as I gazed lustfully at her pretty lacy bra and the plump juicy
prizes they contained.  Deftly she unhooked her bra and threw it after
the shirt.  The twin globes, pure white in contrast to her suntanned face
and neck, were perfectly formed, firm and crying out to be fondled.  I
was not sure if I could speak, so ovewhelmed was I my the sexy allure of
her ripe young body.  I knew then that I wanted her, and that I was going
to have her...
"I'd love to have your company," I continued, as if I was unaware of
Liz's naked breasts and hoping the girls  would not notice how short of
breath I was. "It gets lonely up here on the moors.  Sometimes I don't
see a soul for days on end.  Come on, let's go out into the garden and
get the sunbeds out!"
Justine followed us reluctantly.  She made no move to strip off her top
as Liz had done, but sat demurely on the edge of her sunbed as if not
certain whether to stay or run away.  Liz had no such inhibitions.  She
lay on her back and stretched luxuriantly like a purring cat.  She turned
to me.
"Mind if I take my shorts off as well, Sheila?  Might as well tan the
whole of my body while I'm about it!"

She shucked off her white shorts without waiting for an answer.
Underneath, she was wearing a pretty pair of lacy white panties which
matched the bra that now lay discarded on the kitchen floor.  The panties
were so flimsy that  I could quite clearly see not only the outline of
her puffy young cuntlips, but also the wonderful crease of her cunt
etching a gorgeous slit between them.  She was sexy and she knew it.  She
was deliberately flaunting herself in front of me, knowing or at least
guessing shrewdly that I was lesbian and that I could be driven mad by
the sight of such luscious female flesh within arm's reach.  She put her
hand between her legs and let it rest lightly over the place which I was
so desperate now to explore with my fingers and my lips and my tongue.  A
man would have called her a prickteaser.  Feeling the fire now burning
between my legs, I mentally called her a cuntteaser.  She looked
deliberately at my crutch.  I was lubricating freely now and I could feel
my cuntjuice suffusing into a damp patch on my knickers.  Liz was
looking, and Liz was seeing.  I threw off my dress, longing to make
explicit the lustful communication that was flashing between us.
"Not a bit.  What pretty panties, Liz," I managed to observe as I
stretched out on the sunbed next to her.  "Shame to hide them under a
pair of hiking shorts."
"You're right," she said.  "It doesn't make sense to wear really pretty
underwear if nobody's going to see it."
She turned her head towards Justine.
"What do you think, Justine?" she asked mischievously.
"Look at Sheila's knickers, for example.  Aren't they gorgeous, Justine?"
she went on, determined to draw her friend into the web.
Justine looked at my knickers and blushed.  She actually blushed!
Wonderful!  I parted my legs to give her a good view.  Yes, my girl, I
thought, there's a ripe cunt under there, hot and wet and ready for you!
Y-yes, they're ...." her voice trailed off.  She too was beginning to
have difficulty with her breathing.  She seemed unable to take her eyes
off my crutch and the telltale damp patch which was getting larger every
second.  Her nostrils flared.  She could smell the giveaway odour of
cuntjuice, she could smell my heat!  She was totally confused now,
clearly new to the experience of being with a sexy woman who was randy
for sex with another female.

"...sexy?"  It was Liz who broke the spell.  "They're sexy, aren't they,
Justine?  Well," she went on winking at me, "I think they're sexy anyway,
Sheila...."  She paused.
"... like the woman who's wearing them."
A surge like an electric current convulsed my belly and my cunt began to
tremble and tingle at the words.  The silence that followed her words was
deafening.
"Excuse me," Justine said brusquely, getting up from her seat still fully
clothed.  "I must go to the toilet."
As her friend Justine marched away in the direction of the house, Liz
turned to me and spoke again.  Her tone was serious, urgent even.
"I mean it, Sheila.  You are the sexiest woman I have ever met.  There's
something about you....."
I reached across and took her hand in mine.  She returned my squeeze and
we both knew at that moment that we wanted to make it together.
"I..I.."
"Sh," I whispered, "I know what you're feeling, Liz.  I know, because I'm
experiencing exactly the same feelings myself."
"You mean....?"
"Don't you know how attractive you are, Liz?  Don't you realise the
effect you have on ....."
"... you?  But you're a woman like me!  Surely you don't ..... We
couldn't..... "
I sat up and looked down at her.  She had crossed her legs now and was
holding an arm protectively over her breasts.  The game had been fun, but
now it had gone too far,  now she was scared, scared and feeling
revulsion at the thought of being fondled by another woman, of being
drawn into a world of unnatural sex and perversion, where women love
women, where the word lesbian is not an insult but a paeon of joy.
"Don't worry, my love," I said gently, "Nothing will happen if you don't
want it to happen.  But I can't help my feelings, and being so close to
and not being able to touch you is driving me crazy."
She came over then and knelt between my thighs, her face upturned to
mine, her eyes wide and appealing.
"Sorry, Sheila, I didn't realise... That is, I ... well, I was stupid....
I don't know what came over me..."
I looked down at her lovely young face and her full red lips ripe for
kissing.
"What came over you was a response to my arousal.  You made me feel hot,
you felt my heat and you responded.  It's as simple as that.  You felt
randy, you fancied, well, if not me, at least you fancied something that
my excitement generated in you."

I lowered my head until our lips were a hairsbreadth apart.  If she was
going to make a break, this was the moment.  She didn't.  She uptilted
her head and her lips parted slightly to meet mine.  As our mouths met,
the electricity between us was unbelievable.  I felt the stirring of
orgasm as my trembling clitoris responded to her warm mouth on mine.  We
were on the ground, our arms passionately intertwined, our lips sealed in
a crazy breathtaking kiss, our breasts crushed against each other, bodies
writhing together and our fannies burning in a mutual rubbing through the
flimsy material of our panties as surges of lust brought us both to
climax.  I was delirious and so was Liz.  She looked better than ever,
the bright glint of sexual desire flashed in her summer blue eyes,
possessed and no regrets.

A rustling noise behind us caused Liz to pull away sharply.  Without
getting off Liz, I turned my head to see Justine standing, openmouthed
and unbelieving, rendered speechless by the monstrous sight of her best
friend Liz being fucked - or so it seemed - by a busty naked woman who
had, a short while ago, seemed the very essence of middle-class,
middle-aged propriety, offering hospitality and lemonade to two weary
young travellers.
And yet...  The unbuttoned silk dress, no bra underneath, the shocking
scarlet red panties, the hands running along the thighs, the word which
seemed to say one thing but mean another.... Yes, Justine had been made
uneasy by this strange woman with her sexual menace which so contradicted
the first impression she had given.

Liz straightened up and stood next to me, facing Justine.  I glanced down
and thought again how perfectly formed were her breasts, round and firm,
plump and white, hardly a vein and such lovely pink nipples set in dark
brown aureoles: who would not want to kiss and suck and fondle such
delicious juicy fruits?  My own felt heavy and lumpen by comparison, hard
as I tried to keep them up.  Still, they were still firm enough and
responsive to fondling and sucking, as several ladies of the Women's
Institute could readily testify...  I suppressed the thought and returned
to the present situation with its charged atmosphere and its air of
sexual corruption.  Boldly, ready and expecting to be rejected, I put my
arm round Liz's waist and felt the curve of her breast against my naked
flesh.  To my delight, I felt her arm slip round mine and pull me towards
her so that our breasts were touching: more explicit as a declaration of
lesbian commitment than any words could be.
"Sorry if it shocks you, Justine," Liz said in a matter-of-fact voice
which surprised me.  She turned to me.
"I've known for some time, since I was about 12 in fact, that I was
different from other girls, that I preferred girls to boys.  But I hadn't
dared to admit it to myself until today."
She turned and kissed me briefly.
"But today, I was turned on, really turned on, by you, Sheila.  At first
it was just a game.  Or so I thought.  But deep down I knew that I was
not really just playing a game.  I looked at your gorgeous body under
your silk dress, at your outrageously sexy knickers, and I saw the look
in your eyes - do you know that you have real come-to-bed eyes, by the
way? - and I was hooked...."
She paused.
"... so I'm a dike, Justine.  Are you very shocked?"

Justine swallowed hard.  Too many confusing thoughts in one day.  One
rose to the surface; one I would have predicted.
"Well, it's your business, Cin.  Just one thing: have you ever felt, you
know, that way about me?  I don't think I could stand it if you say yes."
"Yes, Justine, I have had wild wet dreams about you, and I've longed to
touch you, to kiss you.  You have no idea what is is like sharing a tent
with you, being naked in the shower with you, and not daring to touch
you, to tell you what I was feeling... I'm sorry if that shocks you, but
it's the truth."

When we got back to the house, I let go of Liz and suggested that the two
of us should get dressed.  Then, with my dress securely buttoned, my
breasts back in their prison and my burning cunt tucked discreetly
between my folded legs, I turned to Justine., who was sitting with her
eyes cast down, still looking as if she had been struck by a thunderbolt.
"Listen, Justine, I'm sorry if Liz and I have upset you, but we don't
mean to."
"I don't care if you are lesbians.  It's got nothing to do with me," she
said sulkily.
"Do you know what percentage of women are lesbian?" I persisted.
"Not many."
"Openly lesbian, you're right.  Maybe one in twenty.  Latently lesbian,
that's another matter."
"What do you mean, latently?"
"If every woman with lesbian tendencies gave expression to those
impulses, I can assure you that you would not find a woman anywhere who
would not enjoy, no, prefer, sex with another woman."
"I don't believe you!" she said defiantly.  "I think the very idea of sex
with another woman is disgusting!"
"You are afraid of the idea, that's for sure, Justine.  And that's the
normal reaction.  I don't blame you in the least.  But the truth is, if
you will admit it to yourself, that you have at some time looked at
another woman and thought about her in a sexually explicit way."
"That's....!"
"No, Justine, I'm not asking you to agree with me, or to defend yourself
or anything.  I'm just inviting you to look inside yourself and be honest
with yourself.  If you can forget about convention, about shame, about
what society thinks, and just examine your own experience, you'll find
that what I'm saying is true.  Ask yourself: can you honestly say that
you have never looked at Liz, for instance, and not experienced some kind
of sexual buzz inside yourself?"
Justine looked up at me and then across at Liz.  Her eyes were moist.
When she spoke, her voice was trembling with emotion.
"You're right!"  She looked away from Liz then.  "Liz, I've always
thought that you were really beautiful, really attractive, but I dared
not let myself believe that I actually fancied you.  And yet, well, do
you remember the time we went camping in Derbyshire and we had to spend
the night in an awful guesthouse...."
"... and they had only a single bed for the two of us?  Yes, I remember.
You mean....?"
"You slept with your buttocks pressed right into my stomach.  I had to
put my arms round you to keep from falling out of bed."
"And?"
"And... Oh Liz!  I was so ashamed!  I orgasmed I don't know how many
times being feeling you close to me like that, your body so warm and
comforting, and my breasts pressed against your back!  And I was
terrified that you would wake up and find out what was happening to me...
But I couldn't help myself.  I just kept cuddling up to you and rubbing
against you and bringing myself off again and again until I was so
exhausted I thought I would die."
Justine's face was flushed, but she looked radiant, as if she were
reliving the most beautiful moment of her life.
"That's how sex ought to be for us women!  What you experienced is what
every girl can have every time she makes love.  But she won't until she
has it with one of her own sex. And you were very lucky, because your
first time was with  a girl you really fancied, your girlfriend Liz here.
I turned and brushed Liz's fair hair back from her eyes, those summer
blue eyes that made me go weak at the knees.
"You're beautiful, Liz, and I'd love to make love to you.  But someone
else has a prior claim.  If you want to stay the night, girls, you are
very welcome.  On one condition."
"What's that:?" Liz asked, her curiosity quickly aroused.
"You share the single bed!"
Justine and Liz looked at each other, free now to express their love for
each other as they wanted, free to explore each other's firm young bodies
with fingers and lips and tongues.
"What about you?"  Liz asked.
From a sidetable, I picked up an address book.
"I think I'll phone some fellow members of the Women's Institute.  The WI
is like a lesbian dating agency for most of the married women round
here.  There's an accountant's wife in the village , a big buxom
grey-haired beauty who always likes a bit of ....."
As the girls mounted the stairs on their way to a night of lesbian bliss,
Liz looked back over her shoulder and winked at me.  The promise in that
wink made my clitoris twitch and tremble.  Desperate, I picked up the
phone and dialled Rosemary's number.  I knew that her husband  would be
out playing bridge, leaving her twiddling her fingers.  Well, I had an
urgent need for those clever probing fingers of hers......

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