Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2003 10:30:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: A WALK IN THE PARK (Beginnings, F/FF)
Warning:
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explicit sexual acts between women. If this type of content
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A WALK IN THE PARK
By
Jan
It was a brisk afternoon when Helen went for a walk
along the path in Beacon Hill Park, Victoria, B C, Canada. The
park is so beautiful and a very nice place to walk. As she
ambled along the pathway she met a woman about her age
coming from the opposite direction walking a little white dog
on a leash. Helen figured that the woman was about 50-years
old which made her about five years her junior. She smiled
warmly at Helen and Helen returned the smile. They did not
say anything to each other as they passed. It took Helen about
45-minutes to complete the circle around the park. Before she
was half way through it started to rain. Not uncommon for this
area but Helen had forgotten to bring a raincoat or umbrella.
The rain continued to increase in its intensity as Helen
was beginning to curse her stupidity for not remembering to
grab an umbrella. After all she and her husband had a heavy
Korean pottery jar originally used for pickling eggs by the door
with a variety of umbrellas in it.
She was getting soaked. Her dress was getting heavy and
was clinging to her body. Her stockings were getting squishy
in her shoes. As she approached the entrance to the park where
she came in she saw that woman with the dog standing under a
tree. The dog was jumping around the base of the tree like he
had an animal treed. Just what dog that small thought he would
do with even a squirrel was a joke.
Helen walked over to talk to the woman. After all her
feet were soaked anyway. She found that the tree did protect
them a little. Some big drops do fall through the pine needles
but not like standing out in the clear.
She made the observation that her dog must have
something treed. The woman laughed and said yes he is very
brave with the squirrel up the tree but he would be whining and
pissing behind my legs if the thing came down from its perch.
They both laughed at the knowledge that the little dog's bravery
was all-front. "That is why I call him Tiger."
The woman introduced herself as Shirley. She added that
her father had a thing for Shirley Temple when he was a
youngster. She was never so happy as she was when she was
old enough to get her stupid banana curls cut off.
They both had a good chuckle at the mental picture of her
in Mary-Jane shoes, white pinafore and light brown banana
curls. Helen said that she was named after a grandmother there
was nothing very romantic or colorful in her name.
Shirley made the observation that Helen was soaking
wet. Helen said that she had walked right past the umbrellas
and never gave them a thought.
The woman added that she lived right across the street in
that apartment building as she pointed towards the building
Helen was parked in front of. She said that the least she could
do is dry her off before she caught cold.
Helen was about to say thanks but no thanks when she
felt a warm impulse and agreed to accept her hospitality.
Shirley had to tug on the leash to get the dog to give up his vigil
at the base of the tree. They could only move as fast as the dog
could manage to run as they crossed the street and entered the
apartment. Tiger shook his body to fling the water off. Then
they headed for the elevator. Helen watched as Shirley push the
forth floor button.
When they entered her apartment Shirley hung her
raincoat on a hook inside the entrance that was tiled in order to
deal with the wet clothes and shoes that were frequently placed
there.
She was a pleasant conversationalist and Helen found her
to be a warm and gracious host. Shirley offered Helen tea and
started heating the water as she encouraged Helen to get out of
her wet things. She went to her bedroom and returned with
towels and a terrycloth robe, which she handed to Helen. Then
she dried Tiger off with the separate towel.
Helen stripped off her wool skirt and silk blouse. It was
not until she started removing the blouse, that she realized that
the garment was transparent when wet. She had no idea that
her bra was plainly visible all of that her rigid nipples were so
clearly outlined under the fabric. She was just cold. She put on
the robe and then proceeded to unhook the bra from the back
and pulled the shoulder strap down her arm. She then bent her
elbow and reached up the sleeve and pulled the strap over her
elbow and out over her hand. Then she reached up the left
sleeve with her right hand, grabbed the shoulder strap and
pulled the bra out of the left sleeve. All of it done without
technically exposing her breasts. She handed Shirley the bra
and then stood up and reached under the robe and pulled her
panties down without exposing herself again. As she handed
Shirley the panties she hoped that they would show no tell-tale
stains in the crotch.
Shirley took her clothes and put them in her electric
dryer. She came back to the dinning area with another towel
and placed it on the dinning table and then arranged the wool
skirt on it so that it could at least begin to dry. Then she handed
Helen her cordless phone and told her that she should let her
husband know what was going on.
Helen thanked her and made the call. She told him that
she had been caught in the rain and was staying at a nice ladies
apartment across the street from the park until the storm blew
over.
Shirley went to her bedroom while Helen used the phone
and changed her own clothes. She was at last dry as she slipped
on a comfortable robe and rejoined Helen just as she was
hanging up. She showed Helen around her apartment. The
thing Helen noticed was the lack of clutter. Everything was
arranged like it was about to be photographed for a magazine.
Either this woman hardly lived here or she was very anal-
retentive.
When the kettle started whistling Shirley excused herself
long enough to make up a tray for their tea along with a plate of
scones for them to nibble on. They sat across from each other
and sipped the tea and chatted. Shirley's robe was hanging
loose at her thighs and Helen could not help but look at the
softness of her legs. When Helen's cup was empty she stood
and walked to the sliding glass door at the balcony and looked
out at the gathering storm clouds. It was obvious that the storm
would last for hours.
Shirley followed her and stood just behind Helen's left
side. Helen looked down and saw the park. She commented on
what a nice view the apartment afforded her.
Shirley said, "I picked this apartment building for the
view. I have seen you walking around the park many times and
thought of how nice it would be to meet you ". With that she
slipped her right hand around Helen's hip. As they were
looking out the double pained sliding glass door Shirley moved
behind Helen and as she used her left hand to point out points
of interest she used her right hand to turn Helen's body. The
hand slid up Helen's body as she continued talking and came to
rest on Helen's right breast.
That movement made Helen aware that her suspicions
were correct and that Shirley was a lesbian. Her body went
ridged. Her first thought was of rejecting the advance but then
she recalled that she had often found the idea of having sex with
a woman to be titillating. She had even read about it in some
lesbian erotica paperbacks and masturbated as she imagined
herself doing those things. While her marriage was doing all
right, there wasn't much excitement left in the occasional bouts
of sex. At best she might achieve a small orgasm before he
ejaculated and then drifted off to sleep. Why not let this
attractive woman show her some of what lesbian sex is like?
What could it hurt?
When Shirley felt the woman's body relax she grew
bolder and reached across Helen and slid her hand inside the
robe to cup the ample left breast. Helen let out an audible sigh.
All pretence of this being anything other than a seduction was
long past and Helen prepared herself mentally for whatever was
to come.
Shirley opened Helen's robe and took hold of the breasts
with both hands. She toyed with the nipples with her index
fingers as she kissed the back of Helen's neck and licked her
behind her ear. Helen surrendered and leaned back into her
body. Then Shirley slid her right hand down Helen's body
parting the robe with her fingers and placed her hand on
Helen's smooth pubis. When a finger touched the clitoris
Helen's body shook visibly.
Helen's head was spinning as Shirley took hold of her
hand and led her into her bedroom without saying anything.
When they were next to the double bed Shirley placed her
hands on Helen's shoulders under the robe and slid it back and
off her shoulders. The robe fell to the floor around Helen's feet
leaving her naked in front of this woman whom she had only
just met. Her body trembled with excitement but she made no
effort to cover herself.
Shirley stepped back and admired the body of her new
friend. Helen was five-foot seven inches tall that made her
lightly taller than Shirley. Her hair was colored an even silver
gray and the style was like an early Beatles hair cut. Maybe not
the most fashionable hairstyle but ideal for the wet climate of
Vancouver Island. Helen was a full figured woman. Her
breasts were large and the areolas matched the size. Her
nipples were appropriately proportioned as well and they added
nicely to the pleasing appearance of this middle-aged woman.
As Shirley's eyes traveled down the body she focused on
the fact that her pubis was shaven clean and from her previous
brief feel she deduced that she must have shaved this morning.
She had not felt any stubble when she ran her hand over the
mound while in the other room; just the smooth softness of the
fleshy triangle that housed her prize. As she admired Helen's
body, she untied her own robe and let it drop to the floor.
Now it was Helen's turn to take in Shirley's appearance.
They looked so much alike physically they could have been
schoolmates if not relatives. Like Helen's, her hair was cut
short. It looked like a style right out of the fifties. The color
was still brown but gray was starting to take over. Her blue
eyes were clear and bright. As she lowered her eyes she saw
that Shirley lower half resembled her as well. The only
concession to Shirley's being a little wilder than herself was a
tattoo of a pixie setting sidesaddle on a winged horse on her left
hip that was only visible when she turned around to turn down
the bed
Shirley turned back to Helen and stepped close to her and
as she kissed her on the mouth she assumed an almost dancing
position. Her right legs went between Helen's legs and her
thigh pressed against Helen's cunt. One arm around her waist
and the other hand rested on the right breast. She stepped
forward again and Helen was forced backwards. The backs of
her legs bumped into the side of the bed. She was forced to sit
down or she would have fallen.
Sitting down broke the kiss and embrace. Shirley knelt
in front of Helen and pulled both breasts towards her so that she
could suckle on them in turn. All Helen could do was wrap her
arms around Shirley's neck and hug her. What in the world had
she let herself in for she wondered. After a pleasant and
sexually stimulating time of beast feeding Shirley placed her
hands on Helen's shoulders and slowly lowered her backwards
until she was lying on her back.
Helen watched as Shirley moved her around until she
was arranged in a reclining position on the middle of the bed.
Shirley lay next to her on the bed and with her left arm under
Helen's neck she toyed with Helen's nipples with her
fingernails as she leaned over her and kissed her mouth. The
kiss was light on the lips at first. They could smell each other's
perfume. The kissing became more intense as Shirley ran her
right hand down Helen's willing body.
Her right hand found its way to the smooth shave bulge
of her pubis. Her middle finger softly tapped the wet crack
almost as if her was tapping on the ivory key of a piano looking
for the rhythm of some forgotten tune. The tapping caused
Helen'' clitoris to become engorged with blood and her little
nub swelled until the hood of her labia rolled back and Shirley's
fingertip touched the throbbing button and so delicately
stimulated it that Helen was gasping for breath. Helen hadn't
felt this way in years and as excitement grew more intense
Shirley's pressure and speed became more demanding. It was
hard to say if it was Shirley's efforts of Helen's response that
was the cause of effect but when Helen went into a climax
Shirley placed her mouth over Helen's and pressed her cheek
against her nose as she sucked the breath out of Helen's lungs.
As Helen struggled to breathe she experienced a climax
that sapped all strength out of her body. She was left weak as
her chest rose and fell and the heart pounded violently inside
her chest. When her heart rate returned to near normal, she felt
as relaxed as if she had just waked up from a long nap.
Shirley moved around on the bed until she was kneeling
at right angles to Helen's body. She did that so that she could
use her hands and mouth on Helen's body like she was playing
a musical instrument. The things she did to Helen's flesh had
her so stimulated she felt like ants were walking all over her
flesh. When Shirley placed her head between her legs and
kissed her pussy mound she whimpered like and said, "Shirley
you re driving me crazy!"
Helen used her right hand to feel the soft inner thigh of
Shirley's right leg. The hand slowly worked its way up the
thigh until her fingertips found the first traces of pubic hair on
the edge of the limits of her pubis. They were moist and Helen
could not resist running her fingers through the tangled mat.
Then she withdrew her hand and brought her fingers under her
nose so she could smell the odor of Shirley's cunt. "Oh God"
she thought "am I really doing this? Am I really going to suck
this woman's cunt?'
Shirley was too lost in her oral administrations of Helen's
cunt to even notice what Helen was doing. Even if she had
seen her smelling her moist fingers she would not have cared.
She sought out the soft folds of the cunt with her tongue. She
relished the taste of the honey Helen was making for her. She
felt the hand return to her own pussy and a finger probe the
depths of her vagina and was only mildly surprised when she
felt another finger toying with her sphincter. She felt her
muscles relax and the finger invades her asshole. The hand
fucked both holes at the same time and the thumb would bump
into the clitoris and she felt herself approaching a climax.
She stopped sucking on Helen long enough to mover her
body so that she could straddle Helen's head and place her cunt
right over Helen's face. Even an inexperienced woman like
Helen knew what was expected of her. She opened her mouth
in an act of acceptance and licked the wet and hairy opening.
She felt a chill run through her body as her tongue invaded this
dark and private place. She found it thrilling to be having oral
sex with a woman she barely knew. Helen threw herself into
the act of cunilingus on her new lover. She eagerly sucked and
swallowed the secretions that flowed from within this woman
knowing full well that Shirley was doing the same to her. After
they had both sucked and licked the other to a satisfying climax
they cuddled next to each other and discussed the enjoyment
they had given one another until they became aware that the
rain had stopped.
Helen said she better get dressed and go home. Shirley
followed her to the laundry room and helped her retrieve her
undergarments. She helped her get dressed. The last thing she
put on was her damp wool skirt. Shirley followed her to the
door and gave her one last kiss with an invitation that she was
welcome to drop by for a visit anytime. Helen took one last
look at her naked lover and reluctantly headed for the elevator.
She drove home thinking about the thrills she had just
felt and a little guilt for having cheated on her husband. She
fought with her conscience about the right and wrong of her
actions. She avoided walking in the park for a week during
which time she deliberately went out of her way to try and
satisfy her husband's sexual needs.
It was to no avail. One rainy day she could not stand not
seeing Shirley any longer. She drove to the park and parked in
front apartment building and took the elevator up to Shirley's
floor.
She stood in front of her door nervously deciding if she
should ring the bell. When she did ring it there was no
response for an unmeasured while and she felt the pang that the
woman was not at home. She was just about to turn and leave
when the door rattled as the lock bolt was turned and the door
was partly opened.
Shirley peeked around the door and smiled when she saw
it was Helen. "I have been hoping you would drop by or call."
Helen was a little nervous standing the hall where other
residence could see her. She felt like anyone passing would
know why she was there. She felt like she was nakedly
exposed.
Shirley said, "Please come in darling?"
Helen stepped forward to enter the room. Shirley
stepped back and allowed Helen to pass by her. As she closed
and locked the door behind herself she leaned against the door.
Helen turned around to see that Shirley was naked. She
reached for Shirley and kissed her passionately. " I've missed
you so Shirley. I want to make love to you again." Shirley
returned the kiss and gave Helen's butt a gentle squeeze as she
wrapped her arm around Helen's waist and led her into
apartment. Before Shirley could warn Helen, she saw the naked
girl sitting in the comfortable chair by the sliding door.
She looked to be about 25 years old. She was a slender
girl with small breasts. She dark brown hair was so long that a
strand draped over her left shoulder rested in her lap. She legs
were crossed and she was casually smoking a cigarette. Smoke
was slowly circling her head. She showed no surprise or
jealously at seeing her enter the room.
Shirley simply said, "You came by just in time to meet
my friend Penny. Penny this is the woman I met in the park last
week when it was raining so hard."
Penny stood as if in respect for the older woman and
extended her hand. She acted as if it was perfectly natural for
her to be there totally naked.
Helen took her hand almost as a reflex. She was taking
in the young woman's body with interest. Penny had a slender
face that looked almost mouse like. The ear that was visible
looked large for her face and her eyes were wide set and large
brown pools. Her small breasts had large brown areolas with
large nipples looked like they were as hard as a man's penis.
She hardly had a waist and her figure looked like a young
boy's. The long and slender legs were supported by long feet
that had red painted nails to match her fingernails. The pubic
area was shaved to leave only a little strip of dark hair above
her crack pointing directly at the hood of her clit.
As Helen shook penny's hand Shirley removed her
raincoat. Helen stood there almost statue like as the two naked
women undressed her. She could offer no resistance or voice
her jealousy at finding Shirley involved with this young woman
when she thought they had consummated a secret love that was
only shared between them.
However, she did find it thrilling to be standing there
naked with one woman behind her and holding her large tits up
for the young woman to suck on. She bit her lip and moaned as
her nipples were pulled and teased and her cunt became wet and
eager for the touch of this young thing.
As Penny went to her knees Shirley used both hands to
part Helen's cunt lips. Penny clamped her mouth on the older
woman's slit and sucked the juicy hole like it was her duty to
serve her.
Shirley knelt behind Helen and parted her ass with her
hands so that she could lick the moist crevice and rim the soft
dark hole of her anus. Helen was being supported by the two
women in such a manner that she found it difficult to move
from the waist down. With tongues penetrating her in two
places the women lifted her to a delicious climax in short order.
How could she be jealous of a girl that had just made her cum
and who's face was now covered with her pussy juice. She
held the girl's face between her two hands and kissed her sweet
mouth. She whispered in her ear that she was eager to repay
her kindness by eating her cunt until she screamed and squealed
in joy.
The three of them lay on the floor in front of the
crackling fireplace and took turns making love to each other as
the third party watched and encouraged them. The only
disruption was the little dog wanting to join the action. He was
trying to lick their faces, tits, cunts and asses. His tiny tongue
darted into their openings at every opportunity until Shirley was
forced to remove him to another room.
Helen found the two women's body types to be a strange
mix. Penny, on the one hand, was so thin that Helen could feel
every bone under the soft skin. She tasted like spring flowers
and smelt of pure sex. Her boyish hips, legs and buttocks made
seducing her all the more erotic.
Shirley on the other hand was a soft plump motherly
figure like herself. Her body was soft as an over stuffed
comfortable chair. The bones were padded. The skin was
starting to show the wrinkles of time but was still smooth. Her
pubic hair was thick and tangled. Helen found it difficult to
mouth her cunt without getting hair caught between her teeth.
The afternoon was spent in a leisurely tongue feast that
left them all spent and satisfied. They would only interrupt
their love play long enough to have a bite to eat and hot cups of
tea. When Helen finally dressed to go home she hadn't noticed
that Shirley had not put her panties back on her until she was
sat behind the wheel of her car and felt the material of her skirt
creeping up between the crack of her ass to tease her aroused
lips.
Helen knew that she was going to become a regular
visitor to Shirley's home.
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