Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2000 10:11:48 -0600
From: mgoldman_78730@yahoo.com
Subject: Hitchhiking Slut, Part One--The Diner

If you aren't turned on by two women making hot, passionate love or if
you're under 18, this story is not for you.  However, if you are, welcome
to my latest tale of girl-girl lust..

[Dedicated to Gayle, Kisha and their deep, wet, tongue-sucking kissing
sessions.]

Hitchhiking Slut--Part One, the Diner

By M

Gayle was driving in her pickup truck, fresh from her afternoon shift as
bartender at the local watering hole, the Brew Palace.  In this small Texas
town, it was the only place for people to relax, play pool, and have a few
beers after a long day at work.  She was the senior bartender, having been
there the longest.  More like the "den mother", even though she was only in
her early thirties.  Country music played softly on the radio as she drove
the local highway on her way to the apartment she shared with Jack, her
boyfriend of six months.  Gayle was the "looker" in town.  She had full,
lush bleach-blonde hair stylishly cut falling below her shoulders and
clipped to one side.  Her face was extremely sensual, with full, pouting
lips coated thoroughly with deep, dark red lipstick, deep green eyes ringed
with heavy black eyeliner, high cheekbones--sort of a younger Dyan Cannon
look.  There was a sensuality that radiated about her.  The men at the bar
constantly propositioned her, leaving big tips and begging for phone
numbers.  She was tempted with a number of them, and had used them in the
past--regardless of whether they were married or not--but met Jack several
months ago and wanted to make the relationship work.  Before then, she was
"independent" with her voluptuous body and gave it when she was so
inspired.  Her body was a knockout.  Large, full, upright 36 DD breasts,
narrow waist, round, firm ass and long, slender but muscular legs.  She
worked out regularly, and was proud of her tight body.  Her arms were well
defined and muscular.  She dressed to put her body to full advantage, and
used makeup and long, glossy nails as just the right final touch.  Tonight
she wore a tight black lambskin-leather fringed halter that scooped down
and hugged her breasts together to accentuate the cleavage, the full globes
straining against the supple leather. Without a bra, her nipples could be
seen hardening against the sensuous, tight leather.  Her faded jeans
accentuated her tight ass, long, slender legs.  They slung lower on her
hips and, with the halter, displayed her hard abs with a small gold belly
button ring.  They fit her like a second skin, very tight around her
asscheeks and cunt and very faded.  Her shapely, muscular legs ended in a
pair of black leather cowboy boots.  Her matching black lambskin leather
jacket was on only when she was out of the bar.  Her outfit had been
carefully chosen to promote the biggest tips of the night, and it was
successful at doing that.  Her perfume was still strong enough to fill the
cab of the pickup.  Gold hoop earrings dangled from her ears.  Gum snapped
noisily in her mouth as she tapped her foot in time with the country tune.
Her long, thick tongue would slide out to periodically wet her shiny,
sensual lips.  She almost enjoyed tasting the flavor of the lipstick for
some strange reason.

Gayle's mind was wandering over her day as she gazed down the two-lane
highway.  Suddenly, she noticed a figure by the side of the road, standing
with a thumb out.  As she drew closer, in the setting sun, she realized it
was a girl--an interesting figure to be standing alone on the side of the
road looking for a ride from a stranger!  She instinctively slowed down to
take in a better picture of the girl, trying to decide whether to stop or
not.  There was still enough light to see from a fair distance that this
girl was something special.  She had long hair that seemed to have a wide
blond streak framing her face in the front and light brown hair beyond the
blond.  She wore a short, fringed distressed brown leather jacket, matching
distressed brown leather mini-skirt and dark brown leather platform ankle
boots.  Gayle's immediate impression was that this was a hooker--but she
noticed a large nylon duffel bag behind her, so it looked like she was
travelling.  There wasn't any heavy brush around for a boyfriend to be
lurking behind, so it really looked as if she was alone.  Gayle made a snap
decision to slow down and speak with the girl, if not give her a lift.
Oddly, she noticed the thumb and hand being extended was well manicured
with very long nails and two gold chains hung around the wrist.  She slowed
to a stop and put the passenger-side window down.  She noticed more
details.  The girl was actually beautiful, appearing to be in her early
twenties, with heavily lipsticked mouth and mascaraed eyes (Gayle's own
style), a black tank belly-shirt under the leather jacket and rings on
several fingers.  The girl smiled broadly, especially seeing the driver was
a woman and she approached the open car window.

"Hey, how's it goin'?"  Gayle asked.

"Hi, thanks for stoppin', sweetie!  Better now, I was hopin' someone would
stop before the sun went down tonight.  You goin' down the road by any
motels?  I'm lookin' to sack out for the night."  The young girl said as
she draped her arms inside the window and leaned on the frame slightly into
the truck cab. Her cleavage deepened as her arms crossed and the leather
fringe from her jacket splayed out.

"Sure, you need to get out from under the night, sugar.  Good thing one of
those horny bastards from my bar wasn't drivin' this way before me.  You'd
have a handful of problems with those ol' boys!"  Gayle's brown eyes roved
over the girl's full, firm tits under the stretch tank top, then back up to
her pretty face.  The younger girl's tits were even fuller than Gayle's!
Must be 38DD!  They looked even bigger due to the girl's slim waist.  She
looked amazingly like the new singer Gayle had just seen on TV, Christine
Aguilera.  Those bee-stung lips were the most kissable ones she had ever
seen, and Gayle had never really looked at another girl like that before.
Her stylish hair did have that two-tone color pattern with a wide light
blonde streak at the front and brunette behind (sort of a 1960's look
popular with younger girls now), combed all loosely and parted over from
the left.  It framed cutely around her face and fell to her shoulders.

The girl's tongue slid slowly out and ran the gold stud along her bee-stung
upper lip while she smiled, "Those good ol' boys?  How do I know I won't
get a wandering hand from you, sweetheart?"  Gayle was thrown off by this
question.  This girl actually seemed to be flirting with her!  And that
tongue!  It was like a long, thick serpent and had a shiny gold stud
protruding from its pink wet surface.  Gayle had not seen a tongue stud
before and was turned on for some reason.

"Oh, uh.  I think you'll be okay, hon. I haven't groped another girl in a
couple of months."  Gayle was proud of her sharp comeback.  "Come on, you
sweet thing.  Get in before I change my mind."  But the last give and take
had started a strange warm feeling in her pussy for some reason.  She
decided to ignore it--for now.

"Okay, if you say so."  With that, the girl grabbed her bag, threw it in
the back of the truck, and climbed in to the bench seat in the pick-up cab.
A strong mixed smell of perfume and leather filled the truck.  "I'm Trish."
The girl held out her hand.  Gayle took the hand, again noticing the long,
burgundy-painted fingernails.  They clasped hands while gazing into each
other's eyes.  A spark suddenly flew between them.  Gayle felt that warmth
between her legs again as she felt the moist heat of Trish's hand gripping
her own and inhaled the erotic odor coming from the young girl.  Trish held
Gayle's hand for slightly longer than a normal handshake.  Something told
her this would be an interesting evening.

Finally, the two girls released each other's hand and the blonde started
the truck back on the road again.  The movement seemed to break the
immediate spell, and they proceeded to chat as they drove.  As it turned
out, Trish had been travelling with her boyfriend across country from
California.  When they stopped at a town, she would get a job stripping at
a local club to keep the cash flowing.  He was your basic low-life
hanger-on and they argued on this last drive about him needing to get a job
and help earn his keep.  At one point, he got angry and told her to get out
of the car and make it on her own if she thought she didn't need him.  She
had gotten out with her bag, thinking he was just mad.  But he took off
with her standing on the highway and never came back.  She was angry at
first, but figured that she could get along fine without him, and would
make her way toward the East Coast without him.  She was lucky she had kept
her cash in her bag, so she had enough to get to a motel, strip for a
couple of nights, and buy a used car to get back on the road.

"Wow, that's some story, sweetheart.  I can't believe he just took off.
Men can be real pricks some time, can't they?"  Gayle glanced over at
Trish, admiring her independence.  And her huge tits.

"That's a fact, Gayle.  But we can get along without them as long as we
need to, ya know?  It's not the end of the world.  After all, here we are,
right?  We would never have met without that asshole pulling his shit."
Trish looked back at the gorgeous older woman and put a hand on Gayle's
bicep and squeezed.  The warmth came back to the blonde's crotch when she
felt the friendly squeeze.  Was it just friendly?  Or Gayle's imagination?

"Uh, right, sugar.  Uh, hey you hungry for some dinner?  It's about that
time."  Gayle was feeling closer to this girl.

Suddenly, Trish ran her gripping hand up and down Gayle's bicep through the
supple leather sleeve and noticed something.  "Hey, girlfriend, you got
some nice arms.  I bet very strong, nicely cut," the younger girl said in
admiration.  She continued to feel Gayle's arm through the black leather.

"Yeah, I like to work out.  Do it every day."  Gayle unconsciously flexed
her arm. She liked being admired, especially by a girl ten years younger
than her.

Trish reluctantly withdrew her hand from Gayle's arm and said, "Nice, very
nice.  I like working out too."  She smiled at the double meaning, then, to
answer the original question, "Sure, I'm hungry.  Anyplace close we can
stop for a meal?"  There was another hunger building within her, and not
for food.  Without being obvious, the girl raised her hand to her nose and
sniffed discreetly to see if she could smell the leather odor on her hand
from Gayle's jacket.  She could and it began to cause her juices to flow
under her skirt.  She knew it wouldn't be long before her thong would be
drenched.  Trish had been checking out the woman who had picked her up.
The animal attraction Trish was beginning to feel for this older woman was
affecting her senses.  This was going to be an interesting night.  Being a
stripper for several years, she had had affairs with a number of incredibly
sexy girls.  Sometimes just one night stands in the dressing room or a
motel room with another stripper after work.  With all that sweaty, sexy
bi-female skin at a strip club, it was bound to happen.  She smiled at the
thought and squeezed her thighs together under her incredibly tight leather
miniskirt.  Memories of sweet, sweaty female flesh under her mouth and
hands flooded back to her mind.  Late nights of girl-girl groping in the
back of small, cramped dressing rooms.  Make out sessions in the dark
corners of strip clubs with hot, sexy big-titted strippers.

As they drove to a diner, Trish had a thought.  "Hey, you have any more
gum?"  She looked over at the sexy blonde.

"No, sorry, last piece."  Gayle pointed to her mouth.

"Well, how about sharing?"  Trish asked, her eyes focusing on those
luscious full lips.

"Oh, uh, okay, I guess so," Gayle stammered as she began to reach up to her
mouth.

"Hold on, just stick out half."  Trish moved closer to Gayle as she drove.

"Uh, oh, sure.  If you want."  Gayle was heating up as it became apparent
what Trish had in mind for sharing gum.  She pushed half the gum out past
her lips, with half of the saliva-coated, chewed pink substance waiting for
Trish to make her move.  Gayle was becoming confused, but just followed the
younger girl's request.

Trish turned and leaned her face toward Gayle's.  Gayle slightly turned
hers, keeping her eyes on the road. Trish focused her eyes on the chewed,
shiny gum sticking out from between Gayle's glossy girl-lips.  As she
approached the gum, she noticed a hint of bright red lipstick that had
rubbed off on it.  It was the older woman's lipstick, and Trish was getting
ready to taste it.  She opened her own burgundy-painted bee-stung lips and
closed the distance between their faces.  She wrapped her lips around the
gum, pressed lightly into Gayle's lips, mashing their soft mouths slightly
and bit down on the soft substance.  Getting closer to Gayle's face gave
her the chance to smell her perfume even more.

"Mmmmmmm, thanks."  Trish said as she withdrew with the pre-chewed piece of
gum in her mouth.  She smiled at Gayle as she tasted the slight trace of
lipstick.  But she was charged knowing she was also tasting the older
woman's saliva and that she had something in her mouth that had just been
chewed in the other girl's.  "Good."  It was a discreet first chance to
swap spit.

Gayle at this point was increasingly confused.  She had never really had
any feelings of this sort about another woman, let alone share gum with
one.  But it was strangely erotic.  She licked her lips and could taste
just a bit of Trish's burgundy lipstick on her own mouth. She turned her
face to the girl, "Glad you like it.  I'll get some more for later."  When
the words were out of her mouth, she realized the double meaning.  Gayle
noticed the tight thighs under Trish's very distressed, supple brown
leather miniskirt, and the tits jutting out from her stretch tank top under
the matching fringed jacket.

"Oh, good.  I love gum, sweetie."  Trish was reveling in the first taste of
the blonde's mouth juices. She smiled seductively and hoped she made her
point.  This was going to be fun.  A new girlfriend.  She raised her hand
to her nose again to smell the trace of leather odor from Gayle's jacket.
Meanwhile, Gayle was watching the road, her mind racing, her cunt beginning
to juice, her nipples hardening.  This was very new for her.  Guys were
always coming on to her.  She had her pick.  But this was a young, sexy
girl, with bigger tits than hers--and she was getting hot just being in the
same car with her.  What did this mean?

The diner Gayle knew of loomed up on the right.  It was a place she ate at
from time to time, and usually pretty crowded at mealtime.  The parking lot
was packed, so she found a spot for the truck on the far corner.  By the
this time, the two girls were famished.  For one thing or another.  They
got out of the truck and strolled into the diner together.  Almost every
male head in the place craned to see the older sexy blonde with the big
tits in the tight faded jeans, boots, and black leather jacket with the
younger busty babe with the bigger tits, tight faded brown leather
miniskirt and fringed jacket.  They were a couple that made everyone take
note--including a few women.

They both enjoyed the attention as they were shown to their table in the
back of the crowded diner.  Trish made a production of removing her fringed
leather jacket and throwing it on the bench seat beside her in the booth.
Gayle did the same, but with her eyes on the two huge, hard-nippled tits
bursting from beneath the tight black stretch short tank top.  She noticed
that Trish also had a gold ring in her pouting belly button, jutting out
just above the waist of the leather miniskirt.  There were also tattoos on
her arm of a lightening bolt, one on the side of her neck of a coiled
snake, and a small one on her left breast of a pair of ruby-red lipsticked
lips.  Quite a work of trashy art, this girl was.  It added to her
sensuality.  As they sat across from each other, Gayle noticed Trish gazing
at her own huge tits, pressing out from the black leather fringed halter
top.

"Hey, that's a cool halter.  I like that.  Especially the leather."  Trish
breathed to Gayle.  "Let me borrow it sometime to wear, if I hang around,
would you?"  The young girl felt added heat imagining wearing the black
leather halter that was currently caressing the breasts of her new
girlfriend.

"Sure, but you look pretty hot yourself, sugar.  As a matter of fact--" but
Gayle was cut off when the waitress came over.

"Hi, Gayle.  You takin' dinner tonight with your friend?"  A pretty girl in
her late twenties in a starched white blouse and tight short black skirt
pulled up to the table with her pad.  Her dark brown hair had frosted
highlights, pulled back in a ponytail.  Her body was toned, with C-cup
breasts that swelled out against the white blouse buttoned to just above
her cleavage.  A nametag identifying her as "Sue Anne" was pinned to her
chest.  Her face was very pretty, with almost as much makeup as Gayle wore,
but with blue eyes and pale pink lipstick glossing her sensuous mouth.  She
was snapping gum with her very bright white teeth.  She knew Gayle from
both eating at the diner with Jack occasionally and drinking with her
husband at the Brew Palace.  Most people knew each other from the Brew
Palace.

"Hey, Sue Anne, how's it goin'?"  Gayle broke her eyes away from Trish's
tits and looked up at the brunette.

"Same ol', same ol', sugar.  Who's your friend?  Don't think I've seen her
'round?"  Sue Anne eyed the very busty young girl.

"Oh, this here's Trish.  She's new in town.  May start workin' over at The
Big Eye for a while."  The Big Eye was the local strip club in town.  She
assumed Trish would want to hang around and get her cash back up again.
Trish smiled up at Sue Anne, but the brunette wasn't immediately friendly
to the stranger.

"Oh yeah?  Really, now?"  Sue Anne said suspiciously.

"Now, Sue Anne, don't you go worryin' that Trish'll be stealin' Bobby from
ya.  That ol' boy is too busy fixin' cars to be eyein' Trish at the titty
bar."  Gayle smiled.

Sue Anne laughed, "Yeah, guess your right, Gayle.  I just keep him busy so
he don't get to blow his paycheck at the Eye."  The ice seemed to be
broken.

"Yeah, and, besides, why would he stray from such a pretty little thing
like you, Sue Anne."  Trish chimed in, her eyes locking with the
waitress's.  "I don't go for married men now, just married women."  With
that Trish giggled.

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure thing."  Sue Anne didn't know quite how to respond to
that, so she added, "Well, what can I get for you ladies?"

Gayle got the feeling Trish wasn't joking, given their conversation in the
car and the gum sharing.  Had that classified as a kiss?  Had she actually
kissed another girl?  Snap out of it, girl...... She and Trish ordered and
got into small talk.  She was feeling the heat rise from her cunt, and she
needed to cool herself down.

The two girls got to know each other, shared their life stories, and ate
their dinners.  Sue Anne came and went several times, bantered a bit, and
then brought their coffee.  As they had been talking, Trish's booted foot
had grazed Gayle's a few times.  To Gayle, it seemed as if it was becoming
intentional.  Finally, with the last graze, Trish's high heel platform
ankle boot remained pressed next to Gayle's cowboy boot.  The heat began to
rise again, starting with the two feet pressed against one another.
Nothing could be seen by anyone else, but the girls knew their feet were
pressed lightly together.  What that would mean, who would know?

Finally, Sue Anne brought their coffee.  "Hey, I think I'm gonna take my
coffee next to you, so we can whisper secrets."  Trish suddenly declared.
She got up, not waiting for Gayle's permission to switch seats, pulled the
coffee around and moved next to the older blonde woman.  More than one
diner noticed the change of booth seating, but more to stare at the
bouncing tits beneath the tight tank top.

"Oh, uh, sure.  Okay."  Gayle said as Trish plopped down next to her.  She
was unsure of this move, since they were sitting in a diner where people
knew her.  It was awkward.  As much as she was starting to want to feel
this girl next to her, she was aware of her surroundings.  But it was too
late now.

Trish sat firmly next to her new girlfriend.  Their arms pressed against
each other, and Trish's leather miniskirt creaked against Gayle's
jean-covered thigh.  Sue Anne came back with two plates of pie.  She looked
at the two girls quizzically.

"Well, this is cozy, isn't it?  You two goin' steady or what?"  She put the
plates down.

While Gayle began to stammer an answer, Trish took over, "What's the
matter, Sue Anne?  Jealous?  Two girlfriends can't sit close and whisper
secrets over coffee?"  She winked at the brunette.

"Hey, whatever, sweetie.  This is the millennium, ain't it?  Whatever."
Sue Anne snapped her gum, eyed them again, but with some interest this
time, and awkwardly turned away.

"Hey, careful, Trish.  I know these people.  I don't want them to get the
wrong idea, ya know?"  Gayle was getting concerned that Trish was going
over the line, as much as she may want her to in private.

"Don't worry, babe.  Anyone watching is too busy checking out our tits and
getting hard."  Trish put her hand on Gayle's and squeezed.  The older
woman looked down at their long-nailed, manicured hands together and felt
the juices start to flow again.  Her fingers reached backwards and briefly
entwined with Trish's.  Things were starting to get out of control.

"Okay, okay.  I guess I'm alittle too sensitive.  Sorry."  With a long
sniff, she could now smell Trish's perfume and the erotic odor of her
leather miniskirt.  But there was something else.  Something earthy.  Shit.
Was that cunt juice?  Was that coming from under Trish's skirt?  Was she
creaming?  Was she as turned on as her?  The smell of leather and cunt
juice was beginning to raise her temperature level.  What was happening to
her?  This had never happened before?  Did this mean she was turning
lesbian?  How could she be so turned on by this hitchhiking stripper that
she knew for all of a couple of hours?  But it was happening.

They talked some more, Trish's breath washing over Gayle's face.  Their
faces were close.  Perfume mixed in the air.  They told stories, shared
tales.  Gayle talked of Jack, the relationship, her past--Trish did the
same.  They were becoming friends, becoming close.

Sue Anne walked over again and dropped off the check.  "Here you go, girls.
I'm your cashier, so let me know when you're ready to go."

"Hold on, I'll get it."  Gayle picked up the check.

"No, no, let me split it with you."  Trish protested.  She noticed a couple
of guys watching them from two tables over.

"No, Trish.  Let me get this.  It's your first meal here in town, and I
want to celebrate us becoming friends."  Gayle shook her head and got out
her cash.  She handed the money and check to Sue Anne.

"Oh, that's so sweet, honey.  You are too good to me, Gayle."  Trish
glanced at the guys again.  "Thank you so much."  She suddenly turned and
slid both hands on either side of Gayle's face.  Her long-nailed hands
cupped both cheeks.  Before Gayle knew what had happened, the gorgeous
young stripper closed the distance between their mouths and locked her
burgundy lips to Gayle's dark red-painted lips.  The two pairs of soft,
pouty girl-lips mashed together.  Lipstick smeared wetly between them.
Gayle was so startled that her instincts caused her to respond to the kiss.
Teeth ground on teeth.  Their faces turned to right angles and they
breathed through their noses.  No tongue--yet.

Trish broke the kiss and pulled her face back.  She turned to the guys who
had been staring.  Deep red lipstick was smeared on her mouth.  "You like
the view, boys?  Look what you're missin', you little pricks."  Trish
smiled seductively and licked her lips.  The guys were dumbstruck.

"Holy shit, Gayle!"  Sue Anne's mouth dropped open and her eyes widened.
"Holy shit!"

"Uhhhhh, ohhhhh."  Was all Gayle could get out. "Uh, it's not what you, uh,
think, uh.  Sue Anne, uh."  Gayle was literally stunned, speechless to what
had just happened in the diner where she regularly ate.  "Keep, uh, the
change, Sue Anne."  Her smudged lips tried to awkwardly smile.

"Come on, Gayle, let's go." Trish grabbed Gayle's hand and rose from the
booth, picked up her jacket and threw it on.  "Here."  She handed the older
woman her leather jacket, and Gayle, still in a dreamlike state, put it on.
Trish grabbed her hand again, laced their fingers, squeezed and pulled
Gayle past a stunned Sue Anne.  "Nice meetin' you, sweetcheeks."  They both
strolled out, hand in hand through the diner.  But, just before they walked
out the door, something strange happened.

"Hey, hold on Gayle."  It was Sue Anne following them to the door.  Gayle
turned around.  They locked eyes.  "Hey.  Um, you gave me alittle too much
cash.  Here, here's your change."  Sue Anne reached out to Gayle's hand and
the woman opened it for the money.  The brunette palmed a piece of paper to
the blonde, turned and walked quickly away.

Gayle allowed herself to be pulled out the door and down to the parking
lot.  The fresh air brought her back to her senses.  She looked down to her
hand, opened it and saw that Sue Anne had slipped her her phone
number. "Well, fuck me," thought Gayle to herself.  "All this time I've
known Sue Anne, and I've never known."  She slipped the paper into her
tight jean pocket.

"What just happened in there, Trish?"  Gayle stopped the girl as they
arrived at the truck.

"Nothin' and everythin', sweetie.  Nothin' and everythin'.  I think you
just got your first girl-kiss.  You know you liked it, right?"  Trish
pulled Gayle to her and put her arm around her waist.  Their leather
jackets creaked as they rubbed together.

"Well, yeah, I guess.  But I never did that before, and I know everyone
there."  Gayle felt the warmth of the girl's body against hers.

"Who gives a shit, girlfriend?  Live your life.  You know we're both turned
on.  You don't owe them nothin', Gayle.  Just go with what you're feeling.
And I'm gonna rock your world, baby."  With that, Trish swung Gayle around
and pushed her back against the truck. She pressed her full body against
Gayle's.  Their breasts mashed together.  Trish wrapped her arms tightly
around Gayle's waist and squeezed her hard, jean-covered ass cheeks with
both hands.  Gayle could feel those long nails digging into her ass.  She
raised her arms and draped them around Trish's neck.  The sun had long
since set, so the parking lot was fairly dark.  But Gayle was losing her
self-consciousness.  Passion was beginning to take over.  She had never
felt these feelings for another girl before, but it was uncontrollable.

The two gorgeous girls remained locked in each other's arms, their huge
tits mashed against each other, gazing in each other's eyes.  Trish moved
her leg between Gayle's.  Each had a thigh pressing against each other's
cunt.  They began grinding slowly.  Gayle couldn't believe she was doing
this in the parking lot of the diner.  Their mutual gaze dropped from eyes
to lips.  Slowly, Trish began moving her face toward Gayle's.  She smiled
seductively.  Slowly the distance closed.  Trish slid her tongue out and
wetly licked her full, bee-stung lips.  Gayle was getting wetter and
starting to lose control of her emotions.  She could feel the cunt juice
leaking onto her thong under the tight jeans in reaction to the mutual cunt
grinding.  She watched Trish's lips and tongue getting closer until they
were only an inch or two away.  The gold tongue stud waved hypnotically in
front of her.  She could smell the mint on her breath that she had popped
on the way out.  Her sweet breath....

"Mmmmmmm.  Hey, sweetie.  You are one hot, hot babe.  Do you know that?"
Trish whispered into Gayle's flushed face.  "I've wanted you since you
picked me up.  I think you feel the same, don't you?"  It was a question
Trish knew the answer to, but she wanted Gayle to speak it.

Gayle's armpits were sweating under her black leather jacket.  She could
feel Trish's hands squeezing her ass cheeks and their cunts grinding
together.  The erotic smell of perfume, leather and pussy juice was
starting to envelope them in a cloud.  Her nipples were hardening, her
sweet breath was coming quicker.  This was decision time.

"Uh, uh, Trish.....  I can't believe this.  But I do want you too.  I do.
You are makin' me so fuckin' wet, I can't believe it!  No guy has made me
this horny since I can remember.... oh, sweetheart, you are making me so
crazy......"  Gayle ground harder.

"So you want me, Gayle?  You want me?  You like my lips, baby?  Do you like
these wet lips?"  Trish licked her lush lips again, making them shine with
extra saliva.

"Oh, yes, baby, yeah!  Your lips are so sexy!  So wet!  They're so pretty
and full.  Oh, shit, I can't believe I feel like this, Trish!"  Gayle's
long nails reached up into Trish's soft hair and clutched it.  Trish's
mouth was still only an inch or two away.

The sexy young girl whispered slowly, hotly.  "So what do you want, baby?
You want me to kiss you?  Do you want this hot, young stripper to kiss
those luscious, wet girl-lips?  Do you want my full lips on yours?  Do you
want me to make out with you?  You wanna make out?  You want me to kiss
you, Gayle?  Huh?  You want to swap spit with me?  Taste my mouth?  You
want my tongue on yours?  You want to suck tongues?  Tell me, baby.  Tell
me what you want."  Trish's mouth was so close, so close to Gayle's......

This intimacy and nasty talk was making Gayle lose it.  "Oh, fuck yeah!
You're such a slut, Trish.  Yeah I wanna kiss you.  I wanna make out with
you here in the parking lot.  I don't care who sees us.  I wanna feel your
sweet lips on mine, I wanna taste your hot spit in my mouth, suck your
tongue, suck that stud in your tongue.  Please kiss me, Trish, let me kiss
you.  Oh, shit, my cunt is so wet now.  Kiss me, baby." Gayle drew Trish's
face closer until their lips almost touched and they smelled each other's
breath.

Suddenly Trish's tongue was close enough to lick Gayle's lips, flicking,
tasting the lipstick.  Gayle could feel the stud on her lips.  With a groan
from each girl, their lips locked again.  But this time Trish slid her
tongue into the woman's mouth. Gayle had pulled Trish's head over and her
mouth descended on the girl's, the young stripper's tongue sliding down her
throat.  Trish's head was turning back and forth; her tongue was everywhere
- rubbing gums, the roof of her mouth, overpowering the blonde's tongue.
Gayle had eagerly parted her lips, and Trish's tongue wiped around her
teeth.  Gayle opened her teeth to let the tongue into her warm inner
sanctum.  Their tongues dueled inside the blonde's mouth.  Two flat, long,
wet girl-tongues wiping around and over each other.  Trish's tongue stud
erotically scraped along the flat spitty surface of Gayle's mouth muscle.
Trish licked the roof of Gayle's mouth, then under her tongue, then to the
insides of each cheek.  She tasted every inch of the busty blonde's inner
mouth.  Saliva flowed from one girl's mouth to the other's and then back
again.  Then the spittle leaked out of their lips onto their chins, making
them slick with sweet saliva and smearing lipstick.  Trish gave Gayle's ass
one last squeeze then slid her hands up along the black leather jacket
covering her back, rubbing her manicured hands all over the soft, supple
kidskin.  She loved the feel of the leather, especially knowing she was
making out with the beautiful woman who was wearing it.  Teeth clicked
against each other as the girls' mouths widened and deepened the kiss.
Their faces were at right angles so they could increase the passion of the
make-out session.

Suddenly a car passed slowly and a window went down.  Gayle became aware of
people watching from the car.  A young, female voice laughed and yelled
out, "Hey, get what you need, girls!"  Then, just as quickly the car was
gone.  Gayle reluctantly broke the kiss and swiveled her head to look for
the car.  Was it someone she knew?

"Hey, I'm not done with you yet, baby."  Trish whimpered and pulled Gayle's
face back to hers.  Trish slowly pressed her pursed lips down on Gayle's
again, all the while gazing hotly into each other's hooded eyes. The two
pairs of full, pouting lips felt warm and spongy as they pressed on each
other, then they began to slowly open their mouths again.  The girls kissed
each other deeply and tongues angrily twisted and turned, slavering over
each other. Trish's full, pouty lips pressed hungrily onto Gayle's.  They
were so full and pliant.  Even though the older blonde woman had very
large, full, sexy lips, the younger girl's covered hers and mashed them
together.

"Mmmmffff... ummmmm..... ummmffff", was all either girl could get out as
their faces moved together.  Gayle could feel Trish's tongue stud slide out
of her mouth and insinuate itself seductively through her lips, flicking at
the roof of her mouth again.  Gayle's heat level rose quickly as she felt
the tongue stud rub along her own tongue, scraping the opaque mucous from
it.  It was like awakening a sleeping serpent.  Their long tongues began to
dance together, slipping and sliding from one mouth to the other.  Thick
saliva accompanied the tongues and formed a wet trail on and around their
mouths.  Teeth clicked against teeth, tongues ran across gums and inside
their cheeks.  Then they both opened their mouths wide and licked each
other's tongues all over--top and bottom. They locked their mouths over
each other at right angles so that their tongues were invisible. Anyone who
has experienced a deep French kiss knows what was happening inside. One
could visualize those hot tongues, slick with saliva, wrapping around and
around each other, gliding over and over each other.  The two women were
locked together at the mouth. Their full, soft lips were munching away at
each other.  Their hands gripped each other's heads and twisted them back
and forth slipping luscious lip over luscious lip, and every few seconds
their mouths opened and tongues visibly darted in and out. One and then the
other inserted her tongue deep in the mouth of her new lover, and as she
withdrew it, the other sucked it briefly as if reluctant to let it
go. After trading off several of these tongue sucks, Trish stuck her tongue
way out and Gayle wrapped her lips firmly around it. This time the young
stripper plunged her tongue through the tightly puckered lips of the busty
blonde and fucked the female mouth with it.  The two gorgeous busty girls
in their jeans and leather were locked in a passionate make-out session
standing against the truck in the dimly lit diner parking lot.

Trish then drew her right hand down and to Gayle's crotch, rubbing the
tight faded jean material over her cunt.  She could feel the heat between
the woman's legs.  She splayed her glossy long-nailed fingers over the
crotch.  The young girl groped the sexy blonde while Gayle spread her
thighs to allow access.  She was juicing to the point that it began to seep
through the material.

"Ohhhhh, fuck, Trish.  That feels so damn good.  So good.  Uhhhhh."  Gayle
groaned as she broke their kiss and moved her mouth to the stripper's ear.
She stuck her wet tongue deep into Trish's ear and licked around it,
lightly bit it, erotically breathing her hot breath. As Trish slid her hand
under Gayle's crotch to her ass crack, the heat on her hand continued to
burn.

"Ohhhh, Gayle, yeah, baby.  That tongue feels so hot, so good."  Trish
threw her head back and felt Gayle's mouth slide to her neck, tacking small
nips at the perfumed flesh.  They were both sweating in passion under their
leather jackets now.  Sweat began wetting Trish's tight stretch tank top
and Gayle's soft black leather halter--between their mashing tits and under
their warm armpits.  Sweat marks began to show on them both as they humped
each other next to the truck.

"Sweetie," Trish breathed into Gayle's ear, "let's get into the truck and
get comfortable.  I gotta fuck you, baby.  Come on."  The gorgeous young
girl grabbed the woman's pants waist over the zipper and roughly dragged
her to the passenger car door.  She grabbed the handle, opened the door,
and steered Gayle up and into the seat.  She climbed up into the cab after
her and pushed the blonde back down onto the seat.  She grabbed both
leather-sleeved arms to hold her down, and laid her body full length over
the hot blonde bartender.  Gayle couldn't move--Trish was surprisingly
strong.  And the young stripper enjoyed dominating this older woman with
the muscular body.  It turned her on to be roughly handling her and
controlling those strong arms.  She felt those taught female biceps flexing
under her sweaty hands.  She was going to take this woman like she had
never been taken before.  And right in the truck in the parking lot of the
diner!

Gayle had no choice but to let Trish climb on top of her in the truck cab.
She was pinned to the bench seat by the girl's strong grip on her arms and
her tits.  And she wanted this busty, erotic girl to have her, to take what
she wanted.  She grasped the soft brown lambskin leather sleeves covering
Trish's arms with her hands and sought out the girl's mouth with her own.
Her tongue wiggled out between her lipstick-smeared lips, reaching out, and
Trish took the hint.  But first she wanted to play.

"Open your mouth for me, baby."  Trish whispered in the dim light.  "Open
your mouth and let me give you something."  In her hot arousal, Gayle
wondered what Trish had in store for her--but she followed this strong
girl's demand and kept her mouth open, her wet tongue waiting.  Trish began
hocking up as much spit as she could.  The deep sound from her throat could
only mean she was dredging up mucous slime from way down and bringing it up
into her mouth.  The thick ball of spit gathered like phlegm in Trish's
mouth.  Her eyes glazed as she stared down into those beautiful mascaraed
brown eyes. Her girlfriend's open mouth beckoned.  Suddenly she reared her
head back and let fly a mouthful of thick, slimy saliva onto Gayle's tongue
and into that open mouth.

Gayle's eyes widened in surprise, but also in erotic shock.  She took in
the full ball of gooey spit.  "Ummmmmmmm.  Ummm, hmmmmm."  Was all Gayle
could say as she savored Trish's gift of mouth juice.  She rolled the
spitball around in her mouth, tasting the tart yet slightly peppermint
flavor, letting it soak her teeth and gums, running it around within her
cheeks.  Gayle swallowed alittle of it, but wanted to keep as much in her
mouth as she could, holding the moment, tasting the special flavor.  She
had a thought and slowly opened her mouth as Trish watched.  This became
extremely arousing as strings of whitish phlegmy spittle bridged between
Gayle's lips, under her tongue, and between her teeth and inner cheeks.
They were thick, slimy and very inviting.  Trish's moist eyes lidded with
passion.  She had never met a woman as erotically passionate as Gayle. She
groaned and plunged her mouth down, gluing it with saliva to Gayle's.
Cheeks bulged as tongues wrestled thickly, girl-lips mashed together,
spittle drooled from the corners of the girls' mouths onto their chins and
cheeks.  Deep red lipstick smeared together with burgundy.  Breathing was
ragged through their noses.  The two horny girls wrapped their arms around
each other and rolled around together on the bench seat of the truck.

At this point, both girls grabbed each other's tops and roughly jerked them
over each other's huge tits.  Neither had worn a bra, so the globes plunged
out, nipple to hardening nipple.  Gayle broke the kiss so she could guide
one massive tit from above into her suckling mouth.  She had never ravished
another girl before, but her instincts were kicking in as the passion
careened out of control.  Both girls could smell the odor of sweet saliva,
sweat, leather and pussy juice.  The two girl-bodies sweating so heavily
under the leather jackets as they wrestled on the front seat increased the
erotic leather smell in the small truck cab.

As Gayle sucked Trish's nipple deeply between her full, pliant lips, she
placed the slick flat of her tongue on the hard teat and massaged it
slowly.  Trish threw her head back in arousal, feeling this beautiful
woman's teeth biting lightly down around her nipple.  Goose bumps sprouted
around her breast.  Gayle pressed both globes together and began sucking on
both, from one to the other, suctioning in the nipples until they were
small rocks.  As she suctioned one nipple, she could taste a small amount
of fluid that leaked from Trish's teat.  She was amazed that this girl
could give her some tit milk.  But she welcomed it into her mouth and
swallowed hungrily.

The young stripper lying on top of the busty older woman reached down to
her jeans and feverishly unbuttoned the waist, then pulled the zipper down
all the way.  She backed herself away from Gayle, a nipple plopping wetly
from her lips and dragged her jeans down over her ass.  They were tight, so
Gayle had to raise her hips to allow them to go down.  Finally, Trish got
them to the knees and focused her eyes on the beautiful cunt lying behind
the heavily juiced thong.  She could tell it was neatly shaved with just a
small triangle of pussy hair around the top, pointing down to the clit.
The small panel of blue cloth was completely dark with frothy pussy cream.
Trish dipped her hand behind the thong, moving the wet crotch panel aside.
The lips were pink, slick with all the moisture of the cunt juice leaking
out.  They were a deeper pink, engorged with lust.  She was going to slide
one finger in between those sweet cunt lips.

"No, honey, put more in," Gayle panted. "Give me more!"

With that, Trish put three fingers together and worked them into the busty
woman's pussy.  She could feel the labia lips enclosing around her fingers.
The heat from within was tremendous.  While she was stimulating Gayle's
cunt, she spit on her other hand's index finger and reached down and under
toward the woman's rectum.  Trish scratched her fingernail around the rim
of Gayle's asshole, feeling the hairs and nasty moisture.  Then she eased
the manicured finger into the small, dark anus.  It was tight but allowed
entrance of her long-nailed digit.  As she plunged her finger into Gayle's
asshole, the walls of the rectum tightened and sucked it further in.  In
reaction to the finger invading her anus, Gayle emitted a series of small
farts.  Trish breathed in this intimate odor deeply and savored it, almost
able to taste it.

"Oh, fuuuuckkkk, baby!  Oh, dammit, damn, shitttt!  Ohhhhh, yeah!"  Fucking
words flowed out of Gayle's spit-slimed mouth and she stared at the scene
between her legs.  The sight of this gorgeous, young, busty stripper
finger-fucking both her cunt and rectum at once was so erotic!  The
lipstick smeared on her face, sweat dripping from her upper lip, hair
fuck-mussed, eyes lidded in lust.  They gazed at each other in heavy-lidded
passion.

"Oh, I'm gonna do you, girlfriend.  I'm gonna do you so good, you won't
stop comin' on my hand for a month."  Trish whispered to her.  She slid her
fingers in deeply, the flat of her palm upwards against Gayle's clit.  She
curved her fingers up and around, an found that special place, that
engorged knot of swollen flesh under the vaginal roof.  The G-spot.  Trish
was going to make Gayle come harder and longer than she had ever come
before.  She moved her fingers in small, slow circles, feeling the sticky
pre-come juice flow around her hand.  She could also feel the blonde
sucking her hand in deeply.  Trish rotated her fingers in a slow
rhythm. Gayle's hips rotated in harmony with the finger fucking.  She had
never felt such eroticism before.  Not with any man.  Not with anyone, not
even when she jerked herself off alone.  This was incredible!

Trish licked her lips as she continued to make hot eye contact with the
woman beneath her.  She continued the rhythm of her finger fucking.

"Oh, Trish, oh, baby!  Yeah, do me, baby!  Do me!  Give me some sweet
fucking!  You feel so good inside me!  Uhhhhh, ohhhhh, bayyy-beee!!!"
Gayle was being swept away.

"Yeah, baby, yeah!  I'll give you some!  It feels so good to be inside you,
Gayle.... Oh, yeah, give me some of your sweet pussy juice!  I wanna smell
it...."  Trish dropped her head down and loudly sniffed at the accumulating
pussy fluid in Gayle's cunt.  It was an erotic, musky odor of cunt mixed
with wet jeans, sweat and perfume.  "Oh, you smell so sweet, baby!  I love
that smell!"

After only a few minutes or so, Gayle was at the edge of a mind shattering
G-spot orgasm. Trish suddenly felt the inside of Gayle's pussy clamp down
hard on her fingers just as her hole began to push itself inside out,
opening wide and spurting a jet of womanly fluid into the air.

"Ohhhhhhhh, shhhhhiiiiiittttt!!!!!!  Fffffuuuuuckkkkkk!!!  Mmmmmmm!!!!
Ohhhh, Trissshhhhhh!!!! Ffffuuuuckkkk meeeeeeee!!!!"  Gayle bucked as she
reached a monster orgasm that she had never experience before.

Trish clamped her mouth over the cunt opening and continued to work both
her G-spot, milking her of her come, not a drop of which escaped, and her
rectum. Gayle's asshole was slick with sweat and come-drippings.  Spurt
after spurt of the thick, opaque fluid streamed past Trish's lips.  Gayle
spasmed as she lay on the truck seat under the control of the beautiful
stripper on top of her.

Trish sucked at the girl-come greedily. Working her pussy until she had
drained her dry, Trish slowly removed her fingers from Gayle's still weakly
clenching cunt and licked off the thick coating of the girl-lubricant that
had accumulated on them. Giving her pussy a last, lingering, sucking, kiss,
Trish moved from between her legs to lie on top of the woman's panting form
on the bench seat.

"Good, baby?"  Trish asked her new girl-lover.

"Oh, wow..... wow!  That was unfuckin' real, you sweet thing!  That was so
good, I don't think I can uncurl my toes for a few days.  Come here, sugar,
and give me a kiss."  The two girls lying together on the truck seat locked
lips once again.  But this time, as Trish plunged her tongue deep into
Gayle's mouth, the woman savored the taste of her G-spot come fluid on the
stripper's lips.  She licked her essence from Trish's pouting lips, chin
and cheeks.  Trish brought the finger she had buried in Gayle's rectum up
to her nose and erotically sniffed the strong, pungent odor, then brought
it down to her mouth and sucked the anal leavings from the digit, savoring
the intimate flavor.  Gayle grabbed Trish's moist hand and removed the
finger with a pop, and slid it into her own hungry mouth.  After running
her tongue like a thick, hot serpent around Trish's ass-fucking finger, she
sucked the remainder of the leavings from her own asshole.  She loved the
mixed flavor was of sweet girl-come, minty saliva, and tart anal essence.
After a last lick around Trish's long, burgundy fingernail, she removed it
and returned to a hot makeout session with the girl.  They shared the
tastes of cunt and asshole between them, swapping fluids from mouth to
mouth, cheeks hollowing with tongue sucking.

Gayle broke the kiss and gazed into Trish's eyes.  Her hands lovingly
cupped the girl's face on each side.  "I want to do you, now, sugar.  I
want to make you crazy!"

"You do, baby.  I'm so crazy for you I can't believe it!  I never felt this
way about any other girl, I swear!  But let's go get a room and fuck each
other all night.  Is there a motel nearby?"  Trish slid her hands into
Gayle's armpits.  She could smell the sweat and leather from under her arms
inside the black leather jacket.  She wanted to lock her lips on those
pits, lick and suck them, taste the tartness of the girl-sweat.

"Yeah, down the road.  It's a great idea, let's get a room.  Jack's on the
night shift, so he won't know if I get home tonight or not.  Uhhh, but...."
Gayle had a sudden thought.  What if she knew the people at the motel?
What would they think of her checking in with a hot young girly sexpot?

"But what, baby?"  Trish looked deeply into the woman's eyes.

"Nothin'.  Nothin'."  The decision was made.  "I just don't care if I know
anyone there.  Fuck it.  I want to fuck you, girl.  Let's go do it."  The
sudden decision was liberating for the woman.  "Let's hurry up, though,
cause I need to get you between the sheets real bad."

"You're really somethin', Gayle.  I think I may be falling in love with
you, ya know.  But right now, I'm so horny for you, I'm gonna bust a gut.
Let's go."  They kissed one more time, a slow, passionate, romantic kiss
between two girl-lovers.  Lush lips pliantly pressed lush lips and mouths
widened in hot passion.  Hands gripped and manipulated each other's heads
through their hair to deepen the hot Frenching.

They forced themselves to break the kiss and sit up in the truck.  Tops
slipped back down over breasts.  They fixed their lipstick, reapplied all
that was missing, wiped away the smeared old gloss as best they could,
smoothed hair down to some semblance of normalcy.  Gayle re-zipped her
jeans.  Trish's thong was drenched, and her cunt was so hot.  She needed
release, and the thought of checking into a motel with this incredibly sexy
blonde was making it worse.  She drew up next to Gayle on the seat and
leaned in romantically, putting her arm around the woman's shoulders as she
put the truck in gear.  She kissed Gayle's ear lovingly but tongued it
hotly.

Gayle's mind heatedly worked as she drove down toward the Highway 6 Motel.
Just a few hours ago, she had picked up this busty young thing on the
highway.  In that short period of time, they had kissed in the diner in
front of everyone, made out passionately in the parking lot, and fucked in
the truck!  And this girl claimed that she might be falling in love with
Gayle as well!  This after never having had a sexual thought about another
girl in her life!  Or had she?  Now she was going to jump under the motel
sheets with this sexpot!  Her mind raced, trying to keep up with the heat
rebuilding in her cunt.  As she licked her lips, she could taste Trish's
saliva on her mouth.  This was going to be some wild night!

The truck slid off into the night, down the highway toward the motel.  The
two girl-lovers sitting tightly together on the bench seat.  From a window
in the ladies room of the diner, a face had been pressing on the glass.  A
waitress was spasming in orgasm.  Yes, a wild night to come.....


[I hope you enjoyed part one of our girl's adventures in love.  Let me know
if you liked it mgoldman_78730@yahoo.com and look for part two very soon!]