Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2005 08:58:41 -0700
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Snowstorm in the Bronx's (lesbian / adult youth, f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between women.  If this type of content
offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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                    Snowstorm in the Bronx's
                              By
                             Jan


	It was a freezing wet storm in early March and Sylvia
was huddled against the driving snow as she walked up Morris
Ave.  She was walking past some nice looking homes when she
met a woman that was hurrying to get out of the weather.

	The woman asked, "What on earth are you doing out in
this weather?"

	Sylvia was about to lie but for some reason beyond her
understanding she blurted out, "I'm ditching school and wish to
hell I had warmer clothes on right now."

	The woman was obviously a Hispanic from her
appearance.  Sylvia assumed she was a Porto Rican.  She was at
least two inches shorter than Sylvia's five-foot four tall.  The
woman was light skinned.  Her hair was naturally black but she
had dyed multi shades of highlights through it.  It must have
been at least three months since she had streaked her hair
because the roots were showing.  She had large brown cow like
eyes and she was on the plump side.

	The woman saw how much Sylvia was shivering from
the cold.  Sylvia was a slender Italian that had a lot in common
with the actress that played the daughter in the HBO series
"Sopranos".  She was only dressed in tight jeans with tight
leather boots and her upper body was covered in a bubble
jacket.  Her long straight dark hair was being blown around at
the caprice of the winds.  At that point she would have given
anything for a waterproof full length coat with a hood.

	The woman opened her coat and wrapped it around the
cold body of the eighteen-year-old.  Sylvia wrapped her arm
around the woman's body as she clung to the woman as her
benefactor closed her coat around their bodies.

	They walked together until the woman stopped in front of
a car being pelted with wet snow.  After inviting Sylvia to get
in she started up the engine and turned on the heater to warm up
the car.  She turned on the defrosters to prevent their breath
from fogging up the windows any more than they already were.

	As the car warmed up and Sylvia began feeling more
comfortable they chatted some more.  The woman told her that
her name was Anita. Sylvia was about to bail out of the car
when Anita told her she was a school councilor but relaxed
when the woman placed her hand on her arm and assured her
that she was not going to report her absence from school.

	Anita told her, "I'm on my way to pick up my son from
his first grade class and take him home.  You are welcome to
accompany me and keep me company this afternoon."

	Sylvia figured she didn't have anything better to do and
at least she would be warm.  "Sure! I guess I could keep you
company.  Anything is better than sitting through another day
of the same old boring bullshit at school."

	Anita stroked Sylvia's thigh and then put the automatic
gear shifter into drive and pulled away from the curb.  The
sound of snow crunching under the tires faded as the car pulled
out into the traffic lane and picked up speed.

	The car headed towards a neighborhood Sylvia knew
Morris Ave very well. Morris Ave. is just west of a hill in the
Bronx and they were headed north towards a school she had
gone to in her youth.  She had gone to that school the first three
years of her schooling.  When Anita pulled up to the curb she
told Sylvia to sit still and she would be right back.  She turned
off the engine and took the keys as she got out and trotted
through the snow to the front of the school.

	Sylvia felt a cold gust of air as the door opened.  She
watched the dark coat headed towards the front of the building.
The door burst open and a dark haired boy came rushing out
with a day pack slung over one shoulder as he wrapped his free
arm around his mother.  He stood on tiptoe and gave her a peck
on the cheek before they rushed towards the car.

	She opened the back door and allowed her son climb into
the back seat as he tossed the bag into the back seat.  She gave a
look towards the front seat and said, "Francesco this is Sylvia.
Sylvia this is my son Francesco."

	Sylvia said, "Hi."

	Francesco said, "Hi."  As he climbed into his seat and
buckled up for the ride home.

	Anita closed his door and opened the driver's door and
got in.  She put the key back into the ignition and started the
engine.  Again the crunch of wet snow under the tires was the
loudest thing heard as they pulled back out onto the road.  They
drove a few blocks to a five story building and parked in an
underground parking lot.  Closing the gate behind them with a
remote the three of them headed for an elevator.

	They entered the elevator and Anita pushed the fourth
floor button and waited as the elevator moved not all that fast to
the destination.  When the door opened the corridor had a
musty smell as if the carpet had been wet and fungus was
growing under the padding.

	They walked down the hall until Anita and Francesco
stopped in front of a door.  410 were the brass numerals on the
door of room security lock she opened with her key.  When
they entered, the room had a comfortable smell of cooking.  It
was a one bedroom flat with a small kitchenette, bathroom and
the small room they were standing.  You could call it a living
room if you had a since of humor.

	She turned on the heater and pulled off her heavy coat
and tossed it towards the couch.  Francesco dropped her bag
and peeled off his jacket.  Then he sat on the couch and
removed his rubber boots.  He sat cross legged and asked for
something to eat.

	Anita went to the kitchenette and opened the small
fridge.  She selected an apple and poured a glass of fruit punch
before closing the door.  Then she opened a bread box and
selected a sweet roll and added it to a plate.  She knew full well
that her son would eat the sweets before eating the apple but at
least the apple would clean his teeth.

	He turned on the TV and settled down to watch some
children's program.  The two women set at the dinette and
chatted for awhile.  Anita was telling Sylvia that she loved the
company of rebellious teenagers.

	Sylvia had a feeling she was suggesting something sexual
but was not sure.  Anita slowly extracted a lot of information
from Sylvia.  She was a little above average in school but
resented all of the authority imposed on them.  She was never in
serious trouble.  The most serious thing she had ever gotten
herself into was being caught in the girl's bathroom smoking
with another girl.  She jokingly admitted that they would have
been a lot more trouble if the teacher had not made so much
noise when she entered the bathroom and warned them of her
presence.

	With a little prodding Sylvia blushed when she admitted
that she had been kissing the other girl and...feeling her up.
That brought a warm smile to Anita's face.

	She gave a quick glance in the direction of her son where
he had taken a knitted afghan off the couch and curled up on the
floor and dosed off.  She reached across the small table and
took Sylvia's hand and led her into the bedroom.

	With the door locked behind them she asked Sylvia is she
was interested in watching a porn video.  Sylvia felt a tingle in
her clit at the thought of watching a porn movie in the presence
of an adult woman with her son in the next room.  "That might
be exciting. Go ahead and put it on."

	Sylvia was still in damp clothes and Anita offered to let
her wear one of her T-shirts.  As Sylvia pulled off her clothes
Anita rummaged through a dresser drawer and extracted a
folded T-shirt.

	Sylvia stripped off everything and pulled the T-shirt over
her head.  It was a V-neck and the V plunged deeply into the
cleavage between her breasts.  Anita also removed all of her
clothes and put on the same type of shirt.  Sylvia could not
avoid checking out what the woman's breasts and pubis looked
like.

	Her hostess had large breasts that were heavy looking as
they fell out of her bra.  The flesh was marked with red marks
from the seams in the bra cups.  The areolas were a darker
shade from her otherwise very white skin.  The nipples were fat
with dimples in the middle of them.  Her pubis had a triangle of
black hair but not all that thick.  She could see that her labia and
her clit were exposed.

	When they were both at ease with their new attire Anita
selected a video from a box under her bed and slipped it into the
player built into the 20 inch TV.  They sat on the foot of the bed
as the screen brightened up.  Anita fast forwarded past all of the
adds on the tape and when the picture started it was a story
about a a very well endowed black woman who was a teacher.
She was teaching a class to a small group of girls.  Two were
black, one was Hispanic and another was white.  The action
quickly got hot and heavy.

	Sylvia was getting excited watching the big breasts
woman making the girls suck on her nipples as she played with
their pussy.  She wanted to masturbate but felt reluctant to do
that while sitting next to Anita.  That problem was taken care of
soon enough.

	Anita placed one arm around her shoulders and placed
the other hand inside the neck of the T-shirt where she cupped
one of the girl's breasts and pinched her nipple.  She soon
stretched the neck enough to pull both tits out of the T-shirt
where she toyed with both nipples in turn.

	When Sylvia looked at her face Anita kissed her on the
mouth.  She was very skilful the way she opened her lips and
sucked on Sylvia's tongue.

	Sylvia was overwhelmed with all with the extra sensory
stimulus.  She could smell Anita's perfume and even got a hint
of the smell wafting from the aroused woman's pussy.  Her
nipples were aching for want of attention when one was being
neglected.  She could not resist placing her hand between her
legs but Anita slapped her hand away.  Anita had other plans
for her eager pussy.

	She held Sylvia's free hand by the wrist while she used
her other hand to play with what little hair Sylvia had left on
her pubis.  She had shaved it until there was only a dark line
extending up from her vagina about two inches.  Neither of
them took their eyes off of the action on the monitor. Anita
matched her movements to the action on the screen.  When the
black woman took a breast into her mouth Anita did the same to
Sylvia.  When the black woman knelt in front of a line of
students Anita knelt on the floor and parted Sylvia's legs so that
she would have access to the girl's cunt.

	The woman's tongue was like a snake's as she did things
to her pussy that Sylvia had only dreamed about.  The woman
licked her vagina from asshole to clit.  When Sylvia climaxed
she grabbed two hands full of hair and rode her face until the
delicious trimmers lessened and her body was limp.

	Anita lay on the bed next to Sylvia's body with her head
hanging over the foot of the bed.  That was when Sylvia moved
on top of her so that she could keep and eye on the TV while
she sucked tits and pussy.  Sylvia tried to repeat what Anita had
done to her with her tongue.  The woman seemed to be right on
the edge of climaxing but was resisting it.

	Sylvia had an inspiration and stuck her finger up Anita's
asshole while she bit her clit.  That was all that was needed and
Anita bathed her face with her vaginal fluids as she lost control
and her cunt took over her universe.  The tow lovers lay there
and hugged for a long time while they kissed and kneaded each
other's breasts or swabbed each other's cunts with their fingers.
When their lust was rekindled enough they ate each other's
pussy again.  They were finished about the same time the video
ended.

	They got dressed and left the room to find the boy still
asleep on the floor.  Anita woke him up and told him to do his
homework while she took their guest home.  She would be back
soon and would check his homework.

	The trip home was a thrill.  Sylvia was cuddled up next to
the woman and her finger was in Anita's cunt as the woman
drove.  When she got out of the car Anita gave her a business
card.  Sylvia slogged up the path to the house as the car pulled
away.  She realized that her face and hand smelled like a
woman in heat so she stopped long enough to pick up a handful
of snow and scrub her face and hands.

	She went to bed that night knowing she was going to visit
Anita as many times as she could.



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