Date: Thu, 17 Jun 2004 12:28:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: sonya kininski <sonyakininski@yahoo.com>
Subject: Holiday Fireworks: Part I

This is a story about lesbian sexual interactions. Do
not read if you are a minor or if you object to this
kind of stuff.  Please email if you have any comments:
I love to hear from readers.  Ff, authoritarian, first
time.


I've thought a lot about sharing what until now has
been my most memorable sensual experience -- and I
finally decided to do so.  It was a milestone, a
novelty, a transformation all in one, and I hope my
retelling conveys these qualities to you, dear
interested readers.

What I'm about to describe isn't to my mind
pornographic, but exquisitely erotic.  And what I
participated in, what was done to me, what I succumbed
to -- even though these activities might be described
as perverse in the extreme, or terribly sick and
depraved -- gave me something unimaginable,
unpredictable and stirring.  In fact, I can say that
my sensual life began with that long holiday weekend
not quite a year ago.  And as I look at myself since
then I see a richer, more passionate, more vibrant
person in every dimension.  Not only were my senses
kindled but my intellect too.  I was catalyzed into a
new way of experiencing myself and the world.

I suppose I should introduce myself first.  My name is
Sonya (OK, this isn't my real name, but you'll
understand my need for discretion on the web).  I'm 29
years old, single, living alone now and not in any
particular need of a partner, mainly because my work
consumes most of my energies: I'm a graphic designer
by day and painter by night.  And I'm ambitious.

Although I love the female body I'd never experimented
sexually with a girl until my fateful holiday.  My
relationships with guys were... OK at most.  I tolerated
their crudity and selfishness, but dimly knew that
something was amiss.  Kids were never in the equation
for me: my work is too important and I know that my
temperamental impatience would make me a less than
ideal mother.  Consequently I've never been captivated
by the allure of raising a family.

Physically I'm 5'4", 125 lbs, a light-skinned lightly
freckled redhead.  I keep myself in shape with ballet
and jogging.  My body is quite firm and strong and
taut.  I'm not the prettiest girl in the world, but
I'm told that my face is intriguing and intelligent,
and though my breasts are very very small -- no bigger
than a mouthful -- I feel quite sexy.  I've never had
problems attracting men, and I had never considered
attracting or being attracted to women until last
year.

I dress in an artsy chic kind of way generally.  I do
love to dance and my weekly ballet classes have been a
lifeline for the past 3 years.  Most of the women in
my class are in their twenties, married, not too
serious about dancing, with one notable exception, an
older gal named Alex (short for Alexandra).  Alex was
33, tall, blonde and voluptuous, an incredibly good
dancer, very alluring in a classic Nordic way.

I'd made a few close friends through class and one of
them, Jennifer, asked me about Alex several months
before the episode I'm about to relate.  I told her
what I felt: that Alex was a great dancer, but in the
personality department so serious as to seem hostile.
Jennifer giggled and added, "But she sure does have an
eye for you!"

I was taken aback and inquired further, but Jennifer
demurred and merely advised me to open my eyes a
little.

At our next class I did just that.  As we stretched
and preened and pirouetted at the bar I stole a few
glances towards Alex and found our eyes meeting.
Strangely enough I became agitated and blushed and an
unbidden warmth coursed through my entire body.
Jennifer winked at me as she exited and I gave her a
look of mild consternation.

Weeks passed and it seemed as if I could feel the
weight of Alex's gaze upon me for  the entire duration
of the class.  I began to feel both disappointed and
anxious to discover myself entertaining lesbian
fantasies about her.  I began to arrive very early to
class and to linger long after it was over in the
hopes of speaking with her.  She was generally
pleasant but cool, and coolly beautiful.  Her body was
strong and flexible and I began to ache to graze
against it, even if only for a minute... She made my
knees weak.  Or was I imagining it all?

Jennifer teased me mercilessly and urged me to be
bold, saying that if she weren't married she might be
in for a discreet experiment herself.  It was funny:
although Jennifer herself was quite lovely, I had no
sexual interest in her at all: it was all concentrated
upon Alex.  I fantasized about asking Alex to my
studio, about having her pose for me (nude, of
course!), of having her strip under my gaze, and
afterwards of thanking her... by doing things I never
thought I'd be capable of.  In all honesty I was
becoming mildly obsessed, delightfully obsessed, but
certain that I would and could keep everything in my
head.  Until the holiday.

It was a Wednesday evening before a July 4 Friday.
Most everyone I knew would be taking Thursday off and
stretching the holiday into 4 days.  Only 4 girls
showed up to class; Alex was one.  We finished early,
the other 2 girls hurried out to prepare for their
travels to the seashore or mountains, and Alex and I
were in the dressing room together, for the first time
alone with each other, and both wishing we could have
danced some more.  My heart beat rapidly as Alex
smiled and seemingly on a whim invited me to a drink
with her.

We made our way to a cozy nearby bar, fairly empty,
and ordered wine.  Alex was very very beautiful in the
low light.  Her face was refined: her nose was small
and finely shaped, and her lips sensuously full.  Her
body was ravishing. At 5'8" she was taller than I, and
she gave me reason for breast envy as I gazed at her
firm full bust.  But there was something more,
something indefinable that made me both wet and
nervous.

She looked me in the eyes and smiled.  I smiled back.
Awkwardly.

"You're very attractive," she said.

"Oh," I stammered, reddening, "why thank you... And you
too!" I blurted out.

"Me too what?" she calmly asked.
"Uh, you... you're really really beautiful, Alex," I
whispered.  What a fool I was!  I had shown my entire
hand unwittingly and in a mere moment.

"Thanks," Alex replied.  "Is that why you can't take
your eyes off me in class?"

Had I truly been that obvious?

"I like the way you dance," I nimbly responded.

"There's more to it than that, isn't there?  Let's
see, single girl, oozing sensuality, creative type,
but no dates, no men, who's drinking me in at every
chance... Hmmmm."  She moved her face close to mine
across the table.

I involuntarily leaned towards her and muttered "yes"
huskily before she drew back abruptly and asked me
about my holiday plans.

I sat up quickly and matter-of -factly replied that I
was going to stay in town and do some painting.

"I'm going to be here too," she replied. "Perhaps
you'd like to have dinner tomorrow with me?"

My throat was dry and it took a few seconds before I
could assent.  Alex slid her elegant left hand over to
my right and grazed the back of my hand with her
finger.

"Sonya, my dear, listen to me.  I am lusting for your
precious little body right now and I know it wouldn't
take much to lure you back to my apartment and give
you a taste of something different.  But pure lust
isn't enough for me.  I want more, and I want more
than your "I'll pretend I'm a lesbian for a night"
routine. Do you follow?"

"No," I said honestly. "I'm not sure what you want,
and I'm sure as hell not sure what I want beyond...
beyond kissing you."

Alex looked at me inquiringly and said nothing for
what seemed like an eternity.  I waited, feeling like
an utter fool, and then she leaned forward again, her
hand touching mine and sending electric shocks through
me.

"I have some instructions for you."  I quivered when I
heard this.

"Instructions?"

"Yes. Is something wrong?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm just curious, that's all."

"Good."  She continued, "You should be, and I hope you
get curiouser and curiouser...

I want you to arrive at my place at 930, not a minute
later.  I want you to dress elegantly -- tasteful
heels, sexy dress, silk thong, but no bra, OK?"

I nodded, mesmerized.

She rose and bent over me and pecked me on the cheek,
handing me a slip of paper with her address.

"Make sure you're shaved," she continued meaningfully,
"and don't bother bringing anything else except what
you wear.  Thanks for the drink"

Then she was off.

My night was deliciously wretched.  I barely slept as
I contemplated this beckoning opportunity.  The memory
of Alex's hand against mine, of her lips brushing
fleetingly against my cheek -- this made me so hot and
wet I thought I'd burst!  Yet I deliberately refrained
from masturbation, wanting to savor this new-found
mingling of frustrated excitement and trepidation.

I spent the next day preparing myself, slowly, in
anticipation of the fulfillment of long-dormant but
hazy wishes.  What did I really want?  What could I
expect?

I bathed and scented myself, and shaved... armpits,
legs, and my sweet pussy as well, which I had never
done before.  Then I gazed at my naked form in the
mirror: I thought I looked fetching, and stepped up to
it to kiss myself in a fit of silliness. I wanted so
much to be touched by Alex, so much to explore her.

I chose a pair of expensive black heels, my only good
pair, actually, a black lightweight linen dress that
accentuated my curves, and a nearly sheer black thong.
No stockings on this summer night. For effect I tied a
red silken scarf about my neck.
Then I spent the next two hours making myself up,
using delicate liner to highlight my inquistive eyes,
and a subtle shade of faint red lipstick.  Finally it
was dark, and time to go.

I arrived, charged with anticipation, at 9:24 and was
greeted by a stunning Alex. I gasped involuntarily at
her voluptuous femininity. She smiled radiantly and
beckoned me into her spacious apartment overlooking
the city.  A table was set for 2, candles lit, soft
Brazilian guitar music in the background.  She was
dressed -- if "dressed" is the word -- in a nearly
transparent pastel green miniskirt, cut low to reveal
her beautifully moulded breasts, and ending just
inches below her womanhood.  She had matching classy 3
inch heels.  Her blonde hair hung lustrously to her
shoulders, and her blue eyes were emboldened by green
shadow.  She was ravishing.  I knew how strong her
lithe body was from class, yet seeing her in such an
enticing ensemble that revealed both her strength and
feminine grace, made me tremble.  I wanted to sink to
my knees in obeisance, to give myself up wholly to
this ... this goddess!

Was I going crazy?  I checked myself, took a few deep
breaths, and managed to behave with courteous
normality. Alex's eyes smouldered as she drew me into
her gaze.

She ushered me to her sofa, which gave us a vision of
the city's glimmering traffic below, and offered a
glass of white wine.

"So tell me about yourself," she purred.

And I did.  I told her about my job, my interest in
dance, my artistic aspirations, my castaway
boyfriends, and my indefinable desire for something I
lacked, something I thought was within my reach,
something daring, forbidden, new and powerful.  Alex
smiled.  And she told me about herself, her early
mistaken marriage, the acrimonious parting of ways,
her brief stint with a ballet troupe and an
association with a dance instructor that changed her
life, causing pain and wonder, she quizzically said.
I was delighted to hear that her current job was as an
assistant curator of the 19th century department of
the city's main art museum.

I wanted to hear more about her dance teacher, so I
asked, but Alex brushed me off.
"Maybe some other time, Sonya."  Then she cupped her
right hand behind my neck and drew me into a long wet
lascivious kiss.  I responded like a lioness and we
kissed and kissed and pressed our barely dressed
bodies against each other for so long I lost track of
time.  I wanted more of her and I grew insistent and
bolder with my touches until suddenly Alex jerked my
head back by my hair and placed her lips on my throat.
 I cried out with animal pleasure: no man had ever
kissed me like that before!

"Ssshhh," she cooed, as she continued to ply her lips
on my neck and around my breasts.  I arched my back
and she pressed her mouth against my taut stomach, all
the while holding me firmly by the hair.

"Oh, yes," I cried involuntarily.

Her voice was soft but stern.  "I thought I told you
to be quiet."

I apologized, breathlessly.  Alex rose and towered
above me. I could smell her womanliness.

"Please rise," she commanded me softly.  I obeyed,
unable and unwilling to conceal my lust for her.

"Take off your dress for me," she directed.  I paused,
drunk with excitement.

"Take it off now, Sonya, like a good little bitch."
She spoke quietly, but the force of the word `bitch'
shocked me.

I lifted my skimpy dress over my head and let it drop
to the floor.  I stood before Alex, naked except for
thong, heels and scarf.  The nipples of my tiny
breasts were large and swollen, aching to be touched,
licked, stretched.  My pussy lips were lubriciously
and copiously moist.

Alex knelt before me and ran her hands along my flanks
and thighs, lightly, and then placed the tip of her
tongue in my navel.  My wetness was apparent and my
breathing grew so much heavier as my lust rose.  I
spread my legs when her hands reached my buttocks and
as she squeezed them my knees buckled momentarily.

"Ooohhh," I cried out.  Alex's smile disappeared as
she rose to her feet.  I was panting.
She grasped my nipples between the fingers of both
hands and pinched and again I nearly lost my balance
and again I cried out.  Then Alex stepped back away
from me.

"Are you a disobedient little cunt?" she asked.

"No," I replied.

"No, what?" she said.

"No, Alex."

"Now, is that any way to address your Mistress?" she
asked.  I was confused, terribly confused, but aflame
nonetheless.

"On your knees," she commanded, and I knelt.

"Arms behind your back."  I complied.  Alex unfastened
the knot of my red scarf and bound my wrists together.
 I was fascinated by her beauty and troubled by her
imperious actions and excited despite my better
reasoning.  She caressed my cheek and as I went to
kiss the palm of her hand I was shocked by a yank of
my hair and a stinging slap across my mouth.

"Did I give you permission?"

"No, Al... I mean, Mistress."  She circled me as if
eyeing her prey.  She removed from a drawer a set of
long silken scarves and dangled and brushed them over
my aching breasts.

"My playthings," she explained.  "I love your desire
for me, Sonya, I love your wish to please me.... You do
want to please me, don't you?"

I nodded.  "Yes, Mistress."

"I'm very happy to hear that."  She bound my eyes with
a scarf and ordered me to keep my back arched as I
knelt.  The smell from her pussy was an overpowering
aphrodisiac and I grew dizzy with fear and desire as I
felt again her elegant hand on my burning cheek.  This
time I kept my lips from roaming and concentrated
instead on the course her hand traced slowly over my
face, my shoulders, my spine and buttocks, my calves,
and then up along my thighs and stomach and around my
breasts.  I could hardly contain the urge to cry out
and demand to be taken, roughly, tenderly, in any way,
but quickly.

"I'm taking my panties off, Sonya," whispered Alex.  I
swallowed.

"Are you hungry, my dear?" she asked.  I nodded.

"And what do you hunger for, bitch?"

"For my Mistress," I replied.

"Now I'm on the sofa, and I've pulled up my dress and
I'm now spreading my legs...for you, Sonya, for you to
use your virgin lesbian lips on your Mistress's
pussy."

I followed her scent, nearly delirious, and parted my
lips and Alex's strong hand guided my head into her
magnificently sweet cunt, into my first taste of a
woman's pussy -- and what a woman! I wanted nothing
more at the moment than to please her, to maximize her
pleasure, to demonstrate how wonderful I could be for
her, to be appreciated far above anyone else in her
life.  I was simply crazy with lust and love and fire
and sweetness, and I worked my tongue into Alex like
an expert, teasing and thrusting, even though
sightless, in ways I had wanted for myself.  My face
was bathed in her juices.  Alex held my head by the
hair, tugging just enough to increase my desire by
making my scalp tingle but not to direct my movements.


I found her nether hole and slathered it and thrust my
tongue into it while my nose nestled into her cunt and
Alex began to moan.

"Yes, you little bitch, yes, lick me, lick my sweet
ass!"

I drank her in greedily, my own desire mounting with
the increasing volume of her moans, and as I felt the
small shudders of her thighs become rhythmic, I
quickly moved my mouth to her clitoris: I sucked on it
and flicked my tongue over it and Alex's thighs and
moans and thrusting cunt enveloped me.  She pressed my
face against her pussy as she wildly came.

Finally, after she had settled, she removed my
blindfold and licked my face and gave me a long deep
kiss.  I was livid with lust, yearning for Alex's
hands and mouth, my just desserts!

But all I received in return was the cryptic phrase,
"We've only just begun" as she pulled me to my feet by
my hair.

End of Part I

(hopefully to be continued; feedback much appreciated)