Date: Sun, 02 Feb 2003 14:37:43 +0000
From: emma sub <em_sub@hotmail.com>
Subject: Caught touching

Caught touching  by emma_sub

F/f, exhibit

I didn't know what to do with myself. I had pottered around at home for a
while but was still annoyed at Andrew for being such a pain. Well no really,
for being so boring. I had decided that I would treat myself to a day
looking round the shops. It had been ages since we had had sex of any kind
and he was always so busy these days. To be honest the sex wasn't a problem
in some ways, I never seemed to want it when we were together. The problem
was when I was alone like now. It was the boredom I guessed, but it didn't
help having a reason. I worked out hard to get rid of it as much as I could,
tried desperately to keep myself occupied when he wasn't here. Yet when he
was it seemed like we had become brother and sister. Ridiculous when I was
only twenty seven.

I showered and made myself look good. Feeling this way often meant that I
dressed as though I was going to meet a lover. It amused me anyhow, though
of course I never did. The thought was nice though. I put on my short black
skirt and thin red cardigan over nice sexy undies. Lately I had found myself
liking the feel of thongs in my bottom crease always reminding me that
something was there and the tightness holding in my labia. Some of my
friends didn't like them for that very reason but I did.

The weather wasn't too wonderful these days, the sun shone though it was
chilly and I had to wear my long coat. I wandered around looking at what was
on offer, allowing my coat to float open showing off my legs. The only
problem with that was the shops were more or less deserted as it was a
Tuesday morning only me in most shops and other women wandering. I had even
become bored with looking around the shops; now that was a problem! I had
seen some arty postcards in one shop earlier on, of people naked or near to
it, men and women. It hadn't helped. I constantly had that feeling of
wanting to wee, that feeling of pressure inside, being horny. I bought some
really sheer undies in one shop and considered changing as I was quite damp
but put it off.

In one department store I saw a cocktail dress that was nice and then took
ages finding the changing rooms, tucked away at the back as the main ones
were being painted. There was no one around, not even to check taking things
in or out of the changing rooms. I went into one of the cubicles and tried
on the dress though the cut wasn't exactly right as I am quite petite and
eventually took it off. I was quite pleased by my reflection in the mirror
in just my underwear and stockings. My breasts weren't as large as I would
have liked but they were nice and pert and looked larger than they actually
were on my skinny frame. My hardened nipples showed through my bra.

I squeezed my breasts and felt an echo of the pleasure deep in my groin. I
should have stopped then but my nipples hardened even more and it felt good.
I stood for a while playing with them, even slipping down my bra a little. I
knew it was silly and I should have stopped, but I didn't. I watched myself
in the mirror as one hand slid over my stomach and cupped my pussy. I was
really hot by now, it was ridiculous. So damned ridiculous. My fingers had
slid my knickers over and I was rubbing my wet fingers over my clit. I felt
so silky down there, so soft and slippery. I decided I would stop. I could
always go into a toilet somewhere if necessary. I would go home and have a
run.

The curtain flew open! I half turned and looked in shock to see a woman
staring at me! Dark red hair, piercing eyes, tall. For long moments we both
stood looking at each other. I felt like a frightened rabbit caught in the
headlights of a car. I took my fingers away but by then the damage was done.
My face was burning. I had never before been so embarrassed in all my life.
It was so bad I couldn't function. Suddenly I realised that my knickers were
over to one side of my pussy, my bra was lower than my breasts. I tried to
cover myself. My hands wouldn't function properly. My mouth was dry. My body
burning in shame. The woman was coming in! She closed the curtain behind
her! She was taller than me. We were near together in the confined space. I
couldn't cope with this, my mind had stopped working properly.

"Mmm. What have we here. Such a naughty little slut." The words slapped my
face. I stood stock still. "Caught with her fingers in her cunt." The dirty
words catching me again. I tried to speak but only ended up stuttering. I
shook my head, trying to deny the obvious. She took my hand and took it to
her face, smelt then sucked my fingers. She laughed. I wanted to die of
shame.

"Have you come yet?" I shook my head as I tried to look at the floor but
could only find myself looking down the woman's front. I noticed that her
breasts were bigger than mine. She was bigger all round. Suddenly fingers
touched me! I automatically moved back quickly, my cheeks hitting the cold
of the mirror. Her hand at me again, no hiding from it but trying to twist
away. She took my chin in her finger and forced me to look up at her face
framed in a geometric bob.

"Keep still." Her voice carried authority. I gave in to it, trying not to
twist away as the hand cupped me again. My breathing sounded ragged and loud
to me. Her finger rubbed insistently where had been moments or hours before.
I whimpered uncontrollably. I couldn't believe this was happening, it all
seemed so surreal. Within seconds, though it could have been much longer as
time had suddenly become elastic, I could not hide my arousal from myself
any longer. Her fingers stole inside, cupping, parting the wet lips,
insinuating themselves into my lava filled body. She gently pushed me back
until the burning skin on my back touched the mirror again, my hips now
pushing forward to her hand. She leaned forward and kissed me! I felt the
softness of her skin against me, so unlike a man's, tasted her lipstick,
smelt perfume.

Her lips played with mine as my mind whirled. I had never really kissed a
woman before. I found myself kissing back and as I did her tongue entered my
mouth. I was reeling and suddenly I was coming! I felt the rigidity hit me
as the pleasure exploded like fireworks and then the convulsions kicked in.
All I could think of was the sheer pleasure and the fact that I had been
kissed and brought to a climax by a woman! I was holding on to her
desperately, if it hadn't have been for her my knees would have buckled. Her
mouth left mine to be replaced by fingers. Covered in my liquids! I suckled
them unquestioning, tasting my own juices. She moved away slightly but I
couldn't concentrate anymore still cocooned in my orgasm. I vaguely noticed
my clothes and handbag being put into her bags.

"Put on your coat, don't fasten it. Come with me."

I put on my coat obediently, the cool of the lining a shock at first against
my heated skin. She took my dress with her hanger and put them on the rack
as she walked out. I followed her and my possessions like a pet hugging my
coat franticly around myself, virtually naked beneath. Everything was
happening too quickly. I couldn't cope. As I hurried to keep up, "My name is
Marianne, you can call me that when I allow it. What's yours?"

"Lucy." I had no idea of what she meant. When I was allowed to? Outside she
hailed a taxi and one miraculously appeared. She ushered me inside, got in
beside me with her bags, gave an address and the taxi pulled away. Where was
I? Where were we going? Who was Marianne? I felt in shock. I felt her hand
at my leg, the coat fell away. Automatically I pulled it back looking at the
driver in the mirror as he drove. He was taking no notice of his passengers.
Marianne smacked my hand and moved the coat away again. Her hand slid
between my thighs. I clenched them and was rewarded by another smack, this
time on my thigh. The driver looked up at the sound and I released my
muscles not wanting to be noticed more.

"Please." I whispered softly to her.

"Be quiet. Don't talk. It isn't necessary for you." Her hand began stroking
my thigh insistently, possessively. She began by my knee, on the inside, but
as the journey progressed so her hand progressed higher until the heel of
her hand brushed teasingly against the gusset of my knickers. All I could
think of was the touching of her hand, my exposure and that the driver at
any moment could turn and find out what was taking place. I was totally
embarrassed and couldn't keep up with events. I felt as though my mind was
running desperately to keep up with what was physically happening to me. I
hadn't time to stop and consider these strange events that were dragging me
along with them.

The taxi came to a halt. As the driver checked the charge and Marianne took
her bag to pay I pulled my coat over myself before he had time to see. We
were outside the car, quickly into an expensive looking block of flats and
then going through a doorway into, what was I presumed, her flat. Marianne
dropped her bags on the floor and took her coat off and threw it onto a
chair in the hallway, kicking her shoes off with it.

I was standing still, anxiety filling me. She came over to me and kissed me
again, her arms were around me. She was still taller than me without her
heels. I felt safe in her arms, my mouth melted against hers. Her tongue
came into mine again. I knew I was becoming aroused and the shame was
fuelling my arousal. She pulled away. I felt dizzy.

"Leave your coat and shoes there and come with me." She turned, it was only
when my coat was half way off that I even thought about what I was doing.
Anxiety filled me and then I shyly removed my coat full and kicked off my
shoes leaving my things with hers. Marianne had walked through one of the
doors and I eventually followed, finding her sitting on a sofa in a living
room. It was really stylishly furnished but I didn't have the composure to
take much in just then. I felt really silly in just my underwear and
stockings. She patted the large sofa beside her and I timidly sat down
beside her looking down at my near nakedness. Passively I allowed myself to
be turned and position as she wished, laying over her lap on my back with my
knees leaning towards the back of the comfortable sofa.

Her arms went around me again, taking care of me, protectively. She was
looking after me. Her hand turned and lifted my face as she kissed me, tiny
little kisses fluttering all over my lips. Gradually I relaxed and I held
onto her and allowed myself to concentrate just on the physical sensations,
allowing myself to be taken with the tide. My mouth had become soft and
willing beneath hers. Meanwhile I could feel her hands on my body, caressing
me. They felt so good. My arousal was growing so quickly! I was totally out
of my depth. Still connected to her mouth I found myself arching to allow my
bra to be undone and discarded. I wanted to cry as she began caressing my
breasts.

I didn't know why but I became emotional for the moment, my eyes damp as we
still kissed and her hands captured and rubbed my breasts. I do not know how
long we stayed like this but soon I felt her hand moving in small circles
down my chest and over my stomach. They neared and neared the top of my
knickers becoming more insistent. I felt like a schoolgirl again. I wanted
it, I knew I did. I wanted this and knew it was wrong, I shouldn't be doing
this, but it was so wonderful. Her fingers slid beneath the waistband and I
could feel my body arching, wanting her to go further. They played with my
hair, played with the flesh of my mound. My head hung now as she held me, my
mouth open and throat exposed to her as my breathing become faster and
shallower. Before I finally closed my eyes I saw her looking at my body on
her. She was looking at me and playing with me! Oh god I couldn't cope with
all this. The movement of the flesh that she played with was stimulating my
clit and I knew I was lubricating profusely.

"Do you want this Lucy?"

"Oh God yes!"

"You've never been with a woman before have you?" I could feel her fingers
on my flesh. I could feel my flesh moving around under her hands. I could
feel every movement causing my clit to be erect and the movements moving it
excitingly.

"No. No."

"Does you feel wicked doing this?"

"Oh God yes.!" I did. I did.

"But you don't want me to stop do you? You want it don't you? I can tell."

"No. Yes. Please don't stop. Please!"

"You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you Lucy?"

"Oh yes. Oh yes."

"You're going to do as you're told aren't you?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes."

"Do you want to do what I tell you Lucy?"

"Oh yes. Oh yes. Marianne please..." My pussy suddenly filled with my
juices. As though my insides had melted. I knew that I wanted her to tell me
what to do. I wanted her to look after me, guide me. I would do anything.

"You're to call me Ma'am from now on Lucy."

"Yes. Yes, Ma'am. Yes Ma'am." It sounded right. It sounded good. She was in
charge. Her fingers felt so good. My fingers went to my knickers, pushed
them down. Marianne pulled them off.

"You took them off for a woman, didn't you Lucy?"

"Yes. For you."

"Ma'am!"

"Sorry Ma'am. Yes I did Ma'am."

"You were a slut in the changing rooms weren't you?"

"Yes. Yes." Ma'am!"

"Yes Ma'am. I was such a slut Ma'am." My legs were spread as far as I could
get them. I wanted her fingers at me, in me, touching me.

"It's because you are a slut, Lucy."

"Yes Ma'am. I'm such a slut Ma'am." I knew I was. The shame washed through
me but my arousal didn't calm, if anything it increased. Her mouth went to
my breasts and sucked and bit at my nipples. They felt rock hard and so
sensitive to every sensation. My body felt on fire.

"Whose slut are you Lucy?" Her words from my breasts.

"Your slut." The words came out without me thinking. "Ma'am." Then words hit
me. Yes. Yes. I was her slut. My body arced up almost there, almost in
orgasm, tantalisingly near. So near.

"Do you belong to me slut?"

"Yes! Yes!" Her fingers slid inside me, into my molten core and then were at
my clit. I was there! It hit me. It took me. She took me. My body went
stiff. The world stopped. Fireworks exploded. I screamed. I was crying. She
was holding me. My body heaving. I felt sweat covering me. I was crying.
Whimpering. It was so deep, so, so deep. She rocked me gently as I tried to
understand, come to terms with the pleasure. Slowly I calmed in her arms.

She had me stand. I felt so weak. She led me from the room, into the
bedroom, her hand caressing my buttocks as we walked. My thighs were
slippery, my pussy felt bloated. I was so aware that I was totally naked,
she fully dressed. She took out her earings and laid them on the dresser.

"Undress me, slut." I removed her blouse. The name she called me accepted by
me, the feelings of her power over me exciting. The buttons fighting against
my fingers. I would do as she said. I somehow felt free submitting. Her bra
was pink with lilac flowers in lace. I folded it carefully and laid it on a
chair. Like a maid.. A naked maid. Slut! I was still aroused! I'd come more
already today than I had in the previous month.

I fumbled with her bra, finding it strange to remove some else's. Oh her
breasts were beautiful, large and full, so feminine. The nipple and aureole
large on each breast, prominent, dark against her pale skin. I wanted to be
enveloped in them. I moved to her trousers. As she stepped out of them I
felt her hand on my head for balance. Her knickers were red, with her
reddish hair peeping around the sides. I could smell the scent of her, this
was a woman I was with. I was nervous now, of taking these off, of her being
naked with me. I looked up to be reassured by her nod and pulled them down
and off, my hands enjoying the feel of her thighs.

The bedroom was lovely, the bed had a plain pink duvet covering looking
freshly laundered and there were even flowers next to the bed. I scampered
over to it and hid under the covers. Marianne looked so confident naked. She
looked so beautiful, so feminine. Her dark rich hair in striking contrast to
her body, the echo in the movement of her breasts as she moved. Her full
hips and slim waist. I wished I looked like her. She came over to the bed
and looked down at me and smiled a strange smile.

In the bed I pressed against her as she cuddled me in her arms. I felt the
warmth of her flesh and her soft body against my breasts. My legs parted and
pressed against her hip, tentatively I slid a thigh across hers. We lay like
that for a while. So warm and safe. It was the first time I had time to
think though I couldn't think of anything other than the sheer physical
sensation and the connecting feelings. I felt almost like a young virgin, so
naïve, so gauche. In her arms I felt so safe and warm. Gradually my
breathing settled but then my eyes filled. The arousal and feeling of
gratitude overwhelming me again for a moment. I kissed her neck timidly.

"You want this?"

"Oh yes... Ma'am."

"I think it is time for my pleasure now, don't you?"

"Yes. Yes Ma'am."

"And you're happy to do as I tell you?"

"Oh yes I'll do anything... Ma'am." Suddenly anxiety filled me. "But
Ma'am... I haven't done this before. I'm scared I wont do what you want me
to."

"Yes you will." She laughed. "I want you to kiss me. Kiss and caress. All
over my body. And don't forget... my pleasure is the important thing. You
are to concentrate on making me happy. You've had yours for now. If you're
good we'll see about you again later. Now begin, pleasure me slut."

I kissed her neck and arm. Soon I had to move my body, kneeling, moving the
duvet. I kissed above her breasts. I tried to think what I would like. I
wanted to be good for her. A hand stole over her breast. It felt so nice,
her nipple was hard and the flesh soft. I'd never felt another woman before.
My lips moved down and played with the other breast. I was so scared.
Gradually I began to relax into my task. It was so exciting. I could feel
the rise and fall of her breathing, hear her soft murmurs which reassured
me. I began suckling, then the other breast, I rubbed my face over them and
carried on kissing and sucking. I heard her tell me to kiss elsewhere. I
felt my own nipples rub over hers as I leant over her, moaning softly as the
pleasure washed through me.

Across her stomach. I pressed my face against her, feeling the security of
her body on me, then over her hips. I was afraid of her sex. Afraid of what
I would be doing there. I moved down her leg to her feet, the duvet rucked
down with me and her wonderful nakedness spread before me. She moved her
legs apart. I took her foot in my hands and kissed it before moving up the
softness of the inside of her leg. I was so excited now. At the top of her
thigh I chickened out and kissed and licked her other leg. Repeating the
process that I carried out on the first one. I went slowly back up the inner
thigh, my breathing ragged, my breasts rubbing up the length of her. The
smell of her femininity was close to my face. I wanted to but could I? Her
hairs tickled my cheek. Her thighs lifted for me. I kissed her lips. Soft
private lips. Damp with her juices. I licked them. They tasted very much
like I did but not quite. I licked them again and they parted wider under my
tongue.

My heart was beating so loud. I felt enveloped in her taste and smell. I
carried on, each moment losing more and more control until I was lapping
deliriously at her. Within her lips, over her clit. A pubic hair caught in
my mouth. I tried to carry on but I had to take it out before I gagged. My
hands slid over her thighs and stomach and buttocks. I felt her hands on my
head, her legs parting and lifting more. I could feel her moving against my
juice covered face. It made me want to do it more, faster, deeper. Her leg
was pressing against my pussy. I was rubbing wetly against it. It was so
good. She began to push me harder against her, rub herself more and more
against my face. Breathing was difficult but it didn't matter. All that
mattered was her pleasure against me. I was squashed harder and harder. Her
thighs suddenly held me tight for a few seconds and then it began again
jerkily my mouth now flooded, her sexual perfume filling me. Gradually she
calmed and I felt so elated as I crouched head down between her legs.

She pulled me up over body. I loved the feel of it, sliding my breasts and
flesh over hers. In her arms again. Kissed again. My face coated with her.
We lay rubbing and rocking and kissing, I never wanted it to end.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Ohh. Yes."

"Ma'am! If I have to tell you again I will punish you!" A shudder ran
through me. I wanted to please her. I was being bad. What did she mean!
Punished! Oh my God! What would she do? I was trembling on top of her. Some
of it fear, and underneath something more. I blushed hot. Moved off her and
onto my back. Her body leaning over me, kissing me, fondling me. Her hand
went between my legs and I spread and lifted them.

"Slut!" She laughed as her fingers brought me to the edge, but not over it.

"I can't help it Ma'am. Its never been like this.... I've never done
this.... Oh God!"

"You're married. Even with him?"

"No never. Never like this."

"What would he think if he saw you now?" Amusement on her face as she kissed
my face.

"He'd... he'd never believe it, Ma'am. It would just never occur to him that
I could... would. Neither would I have, Ma'am."

"You probably wont do it again."

"Why not? Why not? Don't you want me any more? Don't you like me, think I'm
attractive enough?" Panic running through me like ice. She laughed.

"No it's not that you silly thing. You are very attractive, very sexy."
Relief coursed through me, gratitude filled me. "Most women think about it.
You've put your toe in the water, satisfied your curiosity. You may well run
away from yourself, what you've done, the self induced shame."

"No! I want more! I wont do that!"

"Ma'am!"

"Sorry Ma'am."

"We'll see." She kissed my mouth and I drowned in her once more.

I wanted desperately to come again. I wanted to be made to come. It was as
though it was only her that made me, could make me. She kept me so hot and
horny but not allowing me to peak. Some of the things she made me do, things
she said, positions I had to adopt while her mouth and fingers explored
every private place were so embarrassing, but even those made me hotter. I
had no private places anymore. I had no private anything.

Eventually she squatted over my face and I looked up into her pussy. The
dark pink folds, the shiny wetness, the aroma of sex. She lowered herself on
me. I licked and sucked as well as I could. She used me, used my face to
pleasure herself on. I loved it, holding onto her bottom as she leant over
me. I could feel her breath on my lips as her head was above my gaping hole.
I wondered that I may come with only her breath! Her entire sex covered my
face. I became her sex, tasted it, smelt it, felt it. I heard the rude
sounds of our joining, I saw nothing. She became more determined on me,
more, more. Suddenly she came again. Floods of liquids over my face as I
desperately strove to breath, my needs unimportant. She calmed and began
sucking my folds into her mouth, rhythmically, and licking my clit. I wanted
it to go on for ever but I couldn't hold it with all the mental and physical
stimulation I'd had. I came again, powerfully, desperately. I vaguely
remember her pulling me higher up the bed and taking me in her arms. I fell
into an exhausted sleep.

When I woke I was alone in the bed. Anxiously I looked around. Marianne,
dressed in a robe, was sitting on the bed watching me. She took me in her
arms and cuddled me.

"You slept a long time, it's mid afternoon."

"Mmm. I need to use the toilet... Ma'am."

"OK come with me." She walked from the bed and I swung out and followed. I
was aware that she was dressed whilst I was naked again. It seemed quite
normal. I went into the toilet and she leant against the door.

"Thank you Ma'am." I expected her to go.

"I thought you wanted the toilet."

"I do."

"Well go then."

"But..."

"What. Shy?"

"Yes. Yes, Ma'am." I whispered.

"Just think of what you've done, what I've seen, what I've done."

"But..."

"Put your but down on the seat and do it. Now, slut." I did. At first
nothing would come. I felt humiliated. I knew she wanted to watch me. I knew
I should, I tried. She stood waiting. Eventually I felt it coming, then
streaming from me. The noise was loud in the quiet, embarrassingly so.

"Good girl." She made me open my legs and proceeded to wipe me. My face was
crimson in shame.

We both showered together. I liked it. Our bodies rubbing wetly against each
other, soaping each other, just holding each other as the water cascaded
over us. I felt as though I had always been with her, that all the new
unexpected things that we had done had happened all the time. I towelled her
dry and then we rubbed cream on each other. She watched me all the time, not
to keep an eye on me but to look at me. My nakedness felt natural with her,
as though I should be naked for her. I dried my hair and reapplied my
make-up all in the nude. Finally I dressed. I felt bereft. I didn't want to
go.

"Go on then, run off to hubby." I wanted to cry. "Phone me. If you haven't
phoned in the next two days don't bother." At the door she suddenly turned
me. "Take off your panties." I complied. Standing before her. She pushed me
back against the door. It was if we were back in the changing room again.
Her hand delved up my skirt and found me quickly, roughly. I was a little
sore now but I didn't care. She fingered me urgently. I felt taken. I wanted
that. She forced an orgasm from me as she watched my face. It wasn't for me,
she was demanding it from me. I gave myself and came loudly and full. As
soon as I had she took my knickers from my hand and sent me away.

I went home wet and without any knickers, always aware of what I'd just
done. I looked at people out of the corner of my eyes wondering if they
could tell. My thighs damp, my pussy tender and bloated still. Covering
myself with my coat even though now dressed fully except that small item
kept by Marianne. No one could see but it was as though they could see what
I'd been doing. With a woman.

That evening I was in a daze. I was surprised that Andrew didn't notice or
make a comment, but he didn't. I was sad in a way that he couldn't see the
change, what I had become. My dreams were erotic. Andrew was there, I could
perhaps have had him take me, but it didn't seem fair, nor would it have
satisfied. Anyway he would be too gentle.

The next day I couldn't settle. I couldn't eat or do anything for more than
a couple of minutes. I had understood what Marianne had meant. I'd gone
through every emotion, but I wanted more. I wanted her, to be hers. I
phoned, my body trembling.

"So you want more?"

"Yes Ma'am. I do, if you want me."

"I am pleased." My body glowed.

"I will want you in his bed. I will want you to remember every time you're
in that bed what we do. I will want to fuck you and take you all over that
house so that you'll think of my fingers up your cunt or my mouth at you
wherever you are, whatever you do. I will be there in two days."

"Yes Ma'am."

"I will be there all day and you will greet me naked. Understood?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Are you horny now, slut?"

"Yes Ma'am." Blushing at my whispered answer.

"What are you wearing?"

"Jeans and a T-shirt Ma'am. And underwear, Ma'am"

"Loose them."

"Pardon Ma'am?"

"Strip now. This minute. All of it. Wherever you are." I was in the kitchen.
I looked around.

"Yes Ma'am."

I took off my clothes, throwing them away from me. Not like I would treat
hers I thought. They fought with me but I won. Standing as bare as I was
born in my kitchen I picked up the phone again.

"I'm naked Ma'am."

"Good."

"Now I want to hear you climax. Bring yourself off for me. Don't hold back
Lucy."

"Right Ma'am. It's for you Ma'am." I sat and spread and told her everything
I was doing. When I told her I was going to come she had me delay until I
begged and begged.

"What are you Lucy?"

"I'm a slut Ma'am."

"Whose?"

"Yours Ma'am. I'm your slut."

"Yes that's right Lucy. Now you can come."

And I did. And after, with the phone resting back in its cradle, I sat naked
in the kitchen. I sat naked in the kitchen, sucking my juices, and knew.

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