Date: Sun, 6 Oct 2002 13:51:10 -0500
From: mgoldman_78730@yahoo.com
Subject: Latin Ladies in Lust--The Stalking

Please post this story in the "Beginnings" section of the Lesbian story
area.  Thank you.


If you're under eighteen, or are turned off by two beautiful women in
hot sexual contact, stop reading here.  Otherwise, enjoy!  And let me
know if you enjoyed the story, and want to see more by emailing to
mgoldman_78730@yahoo.com.  To the many readers who have emailed me over
the past year or two to see more stories, sorry it's taken so long to
post a new one.  More are in the works and thanks for your patience!

This story is dedicated to meu amor from afar, Raquel, in Brazil.  I
thank her for the inspiration for this tale of sudden girl-girl lust.
May our hands reach across the continents, from North to South, and pull
each other closer.... Much closer.


"Latin Ladies in Lust--The Stalking" by M

The beautiful blonde entered the room and eyes turned in her direction.
Claire allowed her date to slip the longish black leather jacket off her
shoulders and take it to the coatroom.  While being statuesque, she wasn't
like many of the aspiring actresses at the party.  Her full blonde hair,
parted in the middle, loosely framed Nordic facial features that reminded
some of the sensual actress in La Femme Nikita, Peta Wilson.  The large,
ice blue eyes, pert nose, unusually full lips for a natural blonde,
high-sculpted cheekbones.  Her makeup emphasized all the right details,
from the light blue around the eyes to the frosty pink lipstick glistening
from her mouth.  Minimal but making a point.  The lazy, confidant smile
with the perfect white teeth.  The long, slender neck that led the eyes to
36D, full and thrusting breasts.  Her skintight black stretch cocktail
dress seemed to shape her impressive body into an hourglass.  The low-cut
scoop neckline pressed the firm breasts into tight cleavage.  The flat
stomach rippled beneath the material, and the micro mini length showed her
muscular thighs and taught calves to their best advantage.  All supported
by black leather stilettos that thrust her firm, round ass cheeks up and
out as she walked through the room.  She exuded the attitude of confidence
that an extremely sexy, beautiful woman in the right clothes, at the right
place, with many admiring eyes on her would emit like perfume.  It followed
her as she was led by her date to the bar for a drink to start the evening.
The attention would be entertaining.

This was a party that would be fairly international.  The host and hostess
were friends of her date, Nick's.  An interesting affair that would enable
him to parade her around, enjoy the attention, have some fun, conversation
and then go home with him for a night of lust and incredible sex.  No great
emotional attachment.  Just another chance to meet some powerful people,
regale in their flirting and satisfy her sensuality.  Another night in
Hollywood.

The party, conversations and drink went as she expected for most of the
night.  Nick had circulated, hitting the right people around the patio and
various rooms.  She had spoken with some of the people she knew, some she
hadn't.  All with that air of detachment that floated around the beautiful
Nordic blonde.  The attitude that was missing among others in her field at
the gathering who indulged in their insecurities.  Until she glanced over
the shoulder of a scriptwriter she was listening to and noticed a woman
standing among a few people across the room.  Claire's pale blue eyes
casually took note of the woman, moving from head down her body to the
boots on her feet.  This was no ordinary "party girl".  This woman seemed
to stand out from the other girls there.

The woman seemed to be casually listening to the conversation, occasionally
drawing on a small, thin cigar and releasing the smoke through her nose.
Her hair was very dark brown, almost black, long and full, drawn back
tightly into a gold elastic loop that permitted a wavy waterfall to drop
down over her back.  The woman's face was perhaps the most sensual that
Claire had ever seen.  It was Hispanic, olive-skinned, more Latin or South
American.  Green eyes scanned out with hooded lids under dark brown
eyebrows and heavy lashes.  A slightly flared yet attractive nose led the
eye down to extremely full, thick lips covered with the darkest burgundy
lipstick Laura had seen.  As the woman periodically inserted the slim
cigar, she could see very white teeth and that the lipstick, as thickly
applied as it was, left a bright mark around the brown tobacco tube.  She
would periodically lick those incredible lips with an equally thick, long,
almost serpentine tongue.  Just enough to moisten.  A small glint of light
reflected off the small gold ring that was looped through the woman's left
nostril.

Once she could tear her eyes away from those lips, the woman's dimpled chin
led Claire down to a pair of breasts that were even larger than her own,
but just as thrusting and straining against the skin-tight fabric of a
black spandex tank top.  The spaghetti straps were mere afterthoughts over
the woman's shoulders as the low-cut tank almost threw those breasts up
from her chest, yet the bottom of the skimpy "belly shirt" ended above her
flat, rippling stomach.  Her naked arms were well-muscled and the tattoo of
a dragon flowed along the lines of her left bicep.  Tattoos had never
really done anything for Claire, but this one seemed very erotic to her.
There was a mystery and romance to the multi-colored dragon that emphasized
the bulge of the woman's bicep.  She obviously worked out with a body cut
like that.  Another small gold loop wound its way through her rather large,
pouting belly button, crowning the tight stomach.  Encased tightly and very
low-slung around her hips, thighs, up-thrusting ass and statuesque legs was
a pair of incredible black leather jeans that had a dull, flat sheen to
them in the light.  Probably soft, thin lambskin.  The style was very
popular in Hollywood these days.  They ran so low on her hips that they
were just above her cunt line and, if she turned around, Claire would
probably see a hint of ass crack.  Leather inter-lacing closed the very
narrow leather material just covering her crotch.  The incredible pants
were so tight one could almost see the rippling of the thigh and calf
muscles as the woman balanced from one leg to the other.  They ended inside
a pair of black leather platform ankle boots.  The heels were tall and
chunky, lifting those round, firm ass cheeks up and out to the world just
begging to fondle them.  As the woman brought the cigar to her lips, Claire
also noticed the very long nails painted to match her lipstick.  They were
exquisite!  She had always admired the sensuality of long, graceful nails
on a woman.  Her own were long, but not nearly the statement that she was
observing across the room.

As her eyes roved over this incredible Latin Lady, Claire was shocked to
feel her heart begin racing!  A warmth began under the crotch of her
miniscule thong underwear and began to spread up her stomach to her
breasts.  Her nipples--were they actually hardening?  What was this
happening?  Was it her drink?  She took another sip.  The voices around her
were tuning out of her consciousness.  She was beginning to focus like a
laser on this voluptuous woman in the tight leather pants.  She observed
her more closely......

The woman didn't seem to be paying much attention to the small group in
conversation around her.  One eyebrow was slightly arched.  She continued
to draw languidly on the small cigar, letting the smoke from her exhale
curl around her face.  It was obvious she was bored.  The boredom of
beauty.  She lifted the champagne glass to her mouth and took a long sip.
Claire could see the dark burgundy lipstick-mark that her mouth left on the
crystal.  She looked more closely at the woman's magnificent breasts and
could make out the outline of two large, protruding nipples as they thrust
out against the thin black stretch material.  They were begging for a mouth
to surround them.  Begging for it....  Claire was careful not to be obvious
about watching this woman.  She would nod and say a few words to seem as if
she was participating in the conversation around her.  Typical party talk.
But her mind--and body--was elsewhere.

As this dark, mysterious woman continued to smoke her cigar and sip from
the champagne glass, she had an idea.  This was crazy, but her mind was
starting to transfer all power to her cunt.  What was that old joke that
men thought with the wrong head?  It was starting to happen to her!  She
wasn't a lesbian, hadn't had much experience sexually with other women
other than the normal flirtations, but this strange woman was having an
effect on her!  Claire's idea took hold of her body and she waited for her
moment.  She watched the woman drain the champagne glass, look around for a
place to set it down.  Her arm flexed, the dragon tattoo moving
attractively, powerfully on her bicep.  Her small cigar was almost finished
as well.  The woman spotted a small table behind her with an ashtray,
turned and placed both down--the glass and the cigar.  She then turned back
again, seemed to contemplate returning to the conversation but moved away.
Perhaps she was looking for a refill?  Regardless, Claire watched the
woman's high, tight asscheeks move sensually under the low-slung leather
pants, almost revealing her ass-crack as she moved.  Just amazing!  The
heat was getting stronger in her pussy, and the beautiful Nordic blonde
decided it was now or never to put her little plan in motion.  She just had
to do something to connect with the Latin lady without seeming too obvious.
Just had to possess something of the woman's to bring them closer in some
way.  Some how.....

As the woman walked away, Claire casually moved toward the spot where she
had left the glass and cigar.  There was just a little champagne left in
the glass, she could see.  And the cigar was still smoldering.  As was
Claire's pussy!  She moved so casually, and there was so much party
happening around her that she was sure no one noticed what she was doing.

Something somewhere in her mind asked her what the hell she was doing, but
it was a small voice and she just ignored it.  Her cunt was speaking.  She
had put down her own half-finished martini upon arriving at the small
table, and picked up the champagne glass and cigar, very quickly, very
casually.  Her eyes finally left the sensual asscheeks she had been
watching and arrived on the glass.  There were very dark burgundy lipstick
imprints on the crystal.  There were the same on the small cigar.  She
raised the glass to her lips, paused to gaze at the lipstick.  HER lips had
placed them there!  Those full, lush lips!  She raised the glass slightly
to her nose to see if she could smell the sweetness of the lipstick, and
she could.  There was a faint perfume odor, just a faint one.  Claire
licked her own lips briefly, in anticipation, then put the glass to her
mouth, making sure the burgundy lipstick met her own frosty pink.  A slight
lick of the glass before it met her mouth and she pressed, as if their lips
were joined, raising the glass, drinking the champagne the Latin woman had
just drunk.  She downed the champagne, savoring the tastes of both the
burgundy lipstick and the remaining liquor.  Taking a quick look at the
glass to see the mingled pink and dark red lipstick, a quick stab of lust
hit her full in the cunt.  She then raised the cigar to her mouth.  She
wasn't much of a smoker, but she'd make an exception this time.  She again
gave a quick lick to the lipstick stain, then sucked on the tobacco.  She
inhaled the smoke the woman had just taken into her own lungs.  Claire
exhaled just as sensually as the other woman, the focus of her sudden
sexual attention.  It was one of the most erotic experiences she had ever
had.  Pressing her lips to the glass at the exact spot the other woman had,
drinking the liquid that had passed those lips, inhaling the smoke that had
passed through that mouth into her lungs.  It was as if she were actually
having sex with the strange woman.  That burning sensation between her legs
was spreading and getting warmer.

"Would you like another, miss?"  She suddenly awoke from her trance.  It
was a waiter offering another champagne glass full of the yellow liquid.
"Miss?"  The tray was being extended in front of her.

"Oh, uh, yes, yeah, okay."  She put the special glass down and picked up
another.  It had snapped her out of that weird hot fantasy she was in.  She
looked quickly around to see if anyone was looking at her, had noticed the
risky maneuver. The coast was clear.  Wow, what a strange thing for her to
do... but where was the woman?  She looked around again, didn't see her.
She just had to move around, keep from rooting to that spot and feeling
pussy juice start to drip down her leg.  She had to move to another place
in the room, perhaps find the woman again.  She just had to find her.  Now
that she had tasted the woman's lipstick, smoked her smoke, she had to find
out what might be next.  She was beginning to feel the need for more.  The
question was--what would that be now?  What was happening to her?  What was
she doing, stalking a strange woman?  She had come here with a date, and
felt an immediate attraction to some sexy Latin woman and was following
her, drinking from her glass, smoking her cigar.  She didn't even know if
the woman was Latin, or with anyone.  WITH ANYONE?  What was Claire
expecting to do?  What was next?  Follow her like a bitch in heat?  What if
someone noticed?  A slight sense of fear was mingling with the
horniness--it was turning her on like she had never been before.....

Claire began circulating around the party again, still holding the small
cigar in her fingers, sipping from the new champagne glass.  There was a
good size crowd here, easy for someone to get lost in the maze.  She had
glimpsed the woman once, she thought--looking for the black leather pants
and high, thrusting tits.  But not a full gaze yet.  She eventually wound
up back where she started from, where she had originally seen the woman.
Where had she gone?  She had to find her, just had too.  She couldn't have
left?  Her pussy was becoming frustrated....

Suddenly, she glanced to the spot of her first sighting--and there she was!
Standing by that small table, smoking another cigar, in a group of chatting
people!  Right back where she had first seen her, after all that hunting!
Her mouth went dry.  Claire's cunt jumped, if that was possible!  Along
with her heart in her own ample chest.  And her nipples quickly hardened.
Gotcha!  She was beginning to think the woman had been an apparition!  But
she was real, so real.  Claire had to be careful not to make her ogling
obvious, again.  And now it was more like ogling than the previous
glancing.  Claire was lusting after this sensual, mysterious, sexy Latin
woman.  She pretended to be speaking with a group of people, but her mind
was elsewhere while her eyes drifted over to the woman.  To those tits
thrusting under the black tank top.  To that pierced belly button, pouting
over the top of the low-slung black leather hip-huggers.  Now how could she
meet her?  What could she do?  She had to do something!

But just as Claire glanced furtively over, another strange thing happened.
Something that almost caused the busty blonde to drop her own drink.  The
dark woman glanced over to Claire at the same time and their eyes briefly
met!  Claire froze.  But it's what she did next that made the beautiful
Nordic blonde's blood really begin to boil!  As she locked eyes with
Claire, the woman brought a martini glass up to her lips--and licked!
But... was that Claire's martini glass?  The one she had put down right
there to pick up the champagne and cigar?  Was that her pale pink lipstick
she could vaguely see on the glass?  Was it her imagination or was that HER
glass??  Had she circled around?  Had she seen what Claire had done before?
Claire felt her face go flush.  The woman drank from the half-filled glass,
rather slowly--too slowly.  Then take a drag from the small cigar.  Was
that a faint smile?  Did the corners turn up on those beautiful, sensual
lips?  What just happened?  The flush spread down to her pussy.  Claire
could feel a small dripping ooze from her cunt.  The woman turned away
again, just as quickly as their eyes had met, the episode was over.  Almost
as if it had never happened. Almost.

Claire felt the need to get away from the area.  If the woman had seen her,
she would be embarrassed beyond belief!  And she didn't want anyone to see
how flushed she was.  She had to get away from there.  She'd pretend to
need her jacket, go look for that.  What had she done?  What was she doing?
How could she suddenly be so sexually attracted to this strange woman?  She
saw Nick a few feet away, chatting with some people.  Doing his thing.  She
moved over to him.

"Hey, Nicky, where's my jacket?  Got a bit chilly.  'Know where they put
it?"  She fairly stuttered the questions.

He looked up from his conversation, "Yeah, C--upstairs, I think there's a
coat room somewhere up there."  He looked back to the gorgeous redhead he
was speaking with.  He could be an asshole sometimes.  But Claire thought
little of that now, she moved toward the stairs and up them to look for her
jacket.  It was a method to get away from the possibly embarrassing
situation with that woman.  If she had seen her----

Claire walked down the hall, looking in the various rooms for the coats.
She felt herself getting a little more composed, but not much.  Her pussy
was still moist, she was still flushed.  She finally found the bedroom
where the coats had been hung for the guests.  She entered and found the
stylish black leather jacket, putting it on.  It felt good on her upper
body.  It was thin kidskin, hanging loosely below the hem of her
micro-miniskirt, allowing her full tits to thrust open the jacket.  The
jacket was her excuse for suddenly leaving the scene of "the accident".
She briefly looked into the mirror in the room and admired herself, the
sexy body, tight cocktail dress and contrasting longer black leather
jacket.

Suddenly, there was a strong, female voice from behind her, "Ah, here you
are, meu Gata!  I've been wondering where you went off to...."

Claire whirled around.  It was the woman!  She was standing there in the
doorway!  Her throat went dry but her pussy went wet.  "Uh, wha, what did
you say?  Excuse me?"  They locked eyes once again.

"Ah, sorry for my poor English.  I still haven't gotten the hang of it, as
they say.  But I noticed you noticing me downstairs, and I thought, ah,
think you are so, ah, how you say it?  Ah, you are, uh---so, uh we say
'Gostosa'."  She swayed into the room.  "You are so sweet, meu amor, so
sweet.  I thought you might like to meet me."  Their gaze didn't break as
the woman came closer to Claire, into the room.  Ice blue eyes locked on to
smoldering green eyes.  Woman to woman.

"Oh, well," Claire didn't know what to say but had a sudden urge to come
clean, "well, that's nice, sorry if I was staring downstairs, but you're
very sweet too."  She felt fairly lame with that response, but it was the
best she could do under the circumstances.

"Yes, Doura, I know.  Every man I talk with down there is after my
poontie, I know that.  But I only give to whoever I want to."  The woman
smiled as she drew in closer to the blonde, only a foot or two away.  "My
name is Raquel.  I only here for a few months from Rio.  Brazil.  I'm from
Brazil.  Where I learn my English."

"Oh, really?  Well, your English is very good."  She still felt lame in her
stuttering conversation with the target of her lust, but her heat was
carrying the words forward.  "Oh, sorry, I'm Claire.  Nice to meet you."
Claire didn't know whether to shake her hand or grab and kiss her.  This
woman seemed to be very aggressive for someone new to the country.

"Well, thank you.  I've studied English for several years.  But I also
believe there are many ways to communicate, no?"  She came closer to
Claire.  "Shall we speak, Claire?"  She came close enough for Claire to
smell the musk of Raquel's perfume.  It was quiet enough to hear the soft,
smooth rustling of the tight leather pants as those well-muscled legs
carried Raquel closer to Claire.  The blonde's heart was pounding in her
ample chest.  While her throat became dry, her mouth began to water.  The
onset of girl-lust.

As the very sensual Latina woman moved closer to Claire, the blonde was at
a loss for words.  "Uh, sure, uh, what, uh, would you...."

Raquel interrupted as she got closer, her eyes moving to scan the black
leather jacket Claire had just put on.  "Ahhhhhh, Doura--Claire--you
have such a lovely leather jacket.  I just love leather clothing.  It looks
so soft and comfortable.  And the smell of fresh leather... Just so
sensual, no?"  The woman continued to move closer, her body actually
slinking up to Claire.  "Do you mind if I feel it?  It looks so sexy on
you.  Do you mind?"

"Uh, n-no.  Yes, uh, yeah, it's very comf--" But Raquel hadn't waited for
permission to touch the jacket.  She was finally up close in front of
Claire, so close their tits almost touched.  Raquel had raised her hands
and placed them on Claire's arms.  She began rubbing the leather up and
down her arms, slowly, feeling the supple quality of the calfskin.  It was
more of a caress than rubbing, actually.  Raquel's eyes continued to gaze
at the jacket, the arms she was fondling.  Heat rose between the two women.
"Mmmmm, my Claire... this feels so wonderful, such a wonderful jacket.  And
the smell..."  Raquel bent her head and sniffed at the left arm, shoulder
and armpit.  She drew in a good long sniff of the erotic odor of the
leather.  "They say leather smells the strongest at the point of the body
with the most heat.  Have you heard that?"

This was all happening so quickly.  "Uh, n-no, I don't think--", Claire
tried to respond.

But again Raquel didn't wait for the response.  She slightly raised
Claire's left arm, the one she had been sniffing, and ducked her nose under
into the armpit.  Melting into a trance of sexual heat, the blonde allowed
the sexy woman access to her armpit.  More long sniffs from Raquel, "Ahhhh,
yes, the odor of the leather is even stronger under your arm, Doura.
This is very high quality kidskin, no?"  Raquel nuzzled her nose under
Claire's leather-covered arm, into the heat of her armpit.  Having this
beautiful Latin woman caressing her leather-jacketed arms and sniffing the
animal fragrance in her armpit was a surprisingly stimulating experience
for Claire.  She had never had anyone, let alone a woman, do this to her
before.

Raquel raised her face back up from under Claire's arm and gazed into the
feminine pale blue eyes.  "Do you like the feel of leather, Claire?  Do you
enjoy that?"  Her hands clutching the leather-jacketed arms drew the buxom
blonde closer in to her body.  And their breasts finally touched!  It was
electric!  From hardening nipples, Claire's teats suddenly became as small
rocks.  The heat seemed to spread from the nipples to the rest of her tits,
shooting down to her cunt where juice began to actually leak to her inner
thighs.  What was happening to her?  Claire had never--NEVER--experienced
this kind of sexual stimulation from a woman!  Never!

All she could say was, "Uh, yes, yeah... I like the feel of leather....
It's, uh, very nice on the body... feels nice to touch."  She managed a
small smile, showing her very white teeth, an awkward friendliness in an
awkward moment.  "The, uh, jacket is pretty new, feels good...uh, yes."
She returned the gaze into those deep green eyes.  When Raquel clutched and
caressed her arms, Claire had reflexively done the same, clutching the
woman's naked arms.  Her hands grasped those well-muscled female biceps.
Her right hand on the long, flowing dragon tattoo.  She could feel Raquel's
muscles moving and bulging with each movement.  The skin was soft yet
taught over those impressive muscles.  The arms were very warm.  An
becoming warmer.  To touch that colorful, sensual tattoo on the arm.... To
caress it....

"Ahhh, so you like it too, eh?  Do you like my leather jeans, Claire?  I
noticed you looking at them from across the room.  I had them made
especially in Sao Paolo.  They feel so good on me, so soft and warm to my
body... but why don't you feel for yourself, meu amor?  Tell me if you
think they are sexy to you.  Here..."  Raquel reached slightly up and
grasped the blonde's forearms and drew them around her body, bringing
Claire's hands down and directly on each ass cheek.  It meant drawing their
bodies belly to belly, breast to breast and thigh to thigh.  If the heat
hadn't been rising before, it certainly was now.  Claire felt her pussy
juice begin to run down her thighs, absorbed only in her thong underwear.
"Yes, feel my leather jeans and let me know if you like them."  Raquel
breathed the words into Claire's face, the smell of Scotch, nicotine and
peppermints wafting to the blonde's nostrils.  A strange mixture, but one
that added to her sexual heat.  And now!  Her hands on those hard, jutting
ass cheeks that she had been admiring so much!

Raquel placed Claire's long-nailed hands on her leather-encased ass,
pressing them down into the flesh to emphasize that she wanted them to stay
there.  Claire obliged her.  At first her hands just rested on the soft,
supple material.  Raquel removed her own hands and ran them up Claire's
arms to her shoulders.  Quickly the sexual shock of the moment broke and
Claire realized what she should do next.  She began feeling those cheeks,
palming those full, rounded globes.  She reveled in the contrast of high,
hard female ass yet soft, sensual leather.  And she squeezed and rubbed
Raquel's ass.  Her sexual instincts were taking over, leading her in a
direction from which there was no return.  As she rubbed, Claire realized
that the jeans were so low-slung that the top part of the woman's ass was
exposed.  Along with fondling Raquel's leather-encased ass, she moved her
hands slightly up to feel the globes bulging above the pants-line.  She
felt the heft to those jutting cheeks.  She could have easily slipped her
hands inside for skin-to-skin contact.  But she was enjoying the sensual
quality of the leather so much, it just was not the thing to do yet.  She
moved her right hand, fingers extended, over to the crack of the woman's
ass.  The pants were so tight that the furrow was very well defined.  And,
as she let her forefinger follow the cleft up, she discovered there was a
small amount of it perceptible to the touch above the waist of the jeans.
Yes, that was a small amount of ass crack jutting up above the pants waist!
Perhaps only a half-inch, but delectable nonetheless!  Claire lightly
fingered the exposed ass crack and felt an overwhelming urge to whip the
woman around, kneel down, and bury her face in that leather-covered
feminine ass, nuzzling her nose and mouth in the warm, fragrant lambskin.
Breathing in the intoxicating odor of female asshole and leather.  Reveling
in the intimate smells and senses as she could sniff deeply of that special
scent.  But somehow she knew that would happen eventually.  This action
between them was leading only to one place, she knew. Now for the moment
she was satisfied with the increasingly passionate body to body pressing
and the fondling of the sexy Latina woman's tight butt and crack.  And the
feel of those long fingernails in her hair!  Claire could feel sweat begin
to drip under her arms.  Her leather jacket over the skimpy cocktail dress
was holding the increasing heat from her body.  She could feel the few
sweat drippings move slowly from her armpits, down her sides and arms.  It
began to add that animalistic odor of sweat to the cloud of perfume and
leather that enveloped the two clutching women.

Claire and Raquel gazed into each other's eyes.  They were becoming
heavy-lidded with lust.  Their height was about the same, so their faces
were level with each other.  Raquel slid her hands up Claire's shoulders
and into the thick blonde hair.  Her fingers splayed into the luxurious
hair and her long, burgundy nails scratched sexily at the woman's scalp.
The brunette alternated between languidly scratching the blonde's scalp and
slightly squeezing the hair at the roots.  It was an intoxicating technique
that heightened Claire's sexual stimulation.  It also enabled Raquel to
bring Claire's face closer to her own.

"So do you like, meu amor?  How you like my ass?"  Raquel breathed.

"Very nice, Raquel.  You have a very firm ass, and I love these jeans."
Claire's voice lowered in lust.  "So niiiiice."  The word almost hissed out
of her mouth as she continued to massage the leather-covered cheeks, her
eyes moving between those sexy eyes and the woman's full, sensual lips.

"Oh, so nice, I'm glad you like.... Perhaps I'll let you wear them some
time.  They would look so nice on you, Doura.  And I'm glad you like my
ass.  I work out very much.  Would you like to see something else I have
that is very sexy?"  Raquel gave Claire a slow smile that made the answer
obvious.

"Sure, and what might that be?"  Claire's voice was coming back to her, the
passion she was feeling becoming more of a natural thing, less confusing.

The two beautiful women's faces were only inches apart, warm breath flowing
out over each other as they spoke.  "Here, I'll show you."  Raquel said as
she parted her incredibly sexy lips.  "I think you'll like this."  With
that last word, she began sliding her tongue out along her lips.  Out and
out and further out.  It was a thick, curving, yet pointy-tipped muscle.
It was one of the longest yet sexiest-looking tongues Claire had ever seen.
Raquel bent her tongue in the middle, undulating it like a serpent.

Claire was amazed at this woman's tongue.  She stared, transfixed.  In a
low, lust-induced whisper she said, "Oh...my...God.  Ohhhhhh...."  The
Latina's tongue continued to undulate as it moved closer and closer, toward
the blonde's own lips.  Like a mesmerizing snake, it drew Claire's lustful
attention, her skin beginning to crawl with anticipation.  Until it was
there, right....there....

"Go ahead, Doura," Raquel whispered invitingly, "take my tongue....take
my tongue....take it...."  Claire felt the woman's hot breath wash over her
face, smelling of champagne and lipstick.  Animal instincts took over.  All
resistance to the idea of kissing another woman was suddenly gone.  Just as
Raquel's tongue reached her mouth, before it touched her lips, she groaned
with passion and took it.  She aggressively wrapped her own glossy lips
around the Latina's tongue and swiftly sucked it all the way into her humid
mouth.  It was surrender to the passion that surrounded the two beautiful
women.

Claire sucked and nursed on Raquel's tongue as it continued to undulate
within her mouth...roiling and rolling along her upper palate, along her
gums and inside her cheeks, sliding along Claire's white, slick teeth.
Their feminine lips merged softly, sticky with lip gloss that began to
smear between them, and soon wet with leaking saliva.  Claire was surprised
at how different it felt kissing a woman's lips as full and pliant as this
Latina's.  They were so thick and soft, like pillows surrounding the
woman's teeth.  So sensual, almost like a black woman's would be, she
imagined.  Raquel's hands clutched the back of Claire's head, massaging it
in unison with the motion of their joined mouths and wrestling tongues.
Claire, while sucking that hot, slimy muscle, brought her own tongue up to
slide along and trace it's edges.  Their breathing was ragged as they could
only do so through their noses.  Their mouths were sealed together with
their own mixture of lipstick and saliva.  Thick, stringy trails of spit
began dripping down their chins.  Claire sucked Raquel's tongue, sucked
hard, and munched on it with her lips and lightly with her teeth.  The sexy
blonde tasted the special flavor of another woman's saliva for the first
time, with a slight mix of sweet lipstick and tart champagne.  Their mouths
literally watered together with lust for each other.

Claire's nostrils flared as the two beautiful women feverishly made out in
the coat room.  This hot Latin bitch wanted to taunt her, wanted to dare
her to release her passions?  Then she would give her more than she
bargained for.  All inhibitions were gone, all awareness of where she
was...all replaced by a searing desire for another woman...the most
sensual, passionate human being she had ever encountered.  Sex poured from
this Latina's hot body, and it created feelings within this beautiful
blonde that she had never felt before.  First it was from afar, watching
her at the party, stalking her like a prey.  It was fantasy.  But now the
reality of being alone in this room, wrapped in each other's arms, the
long, thick female tongue buried deeply in her suckling mouth, full lips
glued together, huge breasts pressed tightly nipple to nipple...this turned
the fantasy into reality with such suddenness that animal instincts had
taken control of the seduction and Claire was powerless to do anything but
give in to the womanly lust of the moment.

Raquel began to moan passionately into Claire's mouth.  Then suddenly,
almost as if she had enticed the blonde's tongue out of hiding with her own
Raquel grabbed it with her thick burgundy lips and sucked it powerfully out
and into her own willing mouth.  The big-titted Latina hungrily nursed on
Claire's tongue, returning the passionate mouth-suction with as much
urgency as the blonde had given her.  And Claire took advantage of the
moment to explore the recesses of Raquel's mouth...licking at her teeth,
gums, cheeks and palate.  Her long-nailed feminine hands kneaded even more
lustfully at the brunette's leather-covered ass cheeks, separating each
hard globe then sliding her thumbs into the lamb-skinned anal-crack.
Claire pulled the woman toward her so their cunts and bellies ground
sensuously, undulating together much as their tongues were.  As if they
were two belly-dancers, lost in a mutual dance of grinding seduction.

The two incredibly sexy women clutched at each other, humped their cunts
together and French-kissed for what seemed like hours.  But it was a mere
ten minutes, building the heat between them to a peak.  The room was well
air-conditioned, but they were sweating as if working out at the gym.  They
took turns sucking at each other's tongues, drinking in each other's
saliva, all while raggedly gasping for air through their noses.  Finally,
Raquel broke the girls' kiss with a loud smacking sound.  They stared like
two female animals into each other's eyes, glazed with lust.  Their chins
were shiny with slick coats of shared saliva, burgundy and pink lipstick
smeared between them.  Raquel reached behind herself and grabbed one of
Claire's wrists, bringing the blonde's hand up to her face.  That hand had
just been massaging the Latina's ass cheek and anal crack almost exposed by
the low-slung hip-huggers.  Without breaking the gaze between them, Raquel
brought the hand up to her nose and inhaled.  It was an intoxicating smell
of leather pants and her own ass, with a touch of female sweat and Claire's
own perfume.  She closed her eyes in rapture and inhaled again, more
deeply.

"Mmmmmm....meu amore, smell, smell...."  Raquel opened her eyes to gaze
again and turned Claire's palm to face her, bringing it to the woman's
nose.  "Tell me if you enjoy my scent."

Claire inhaled the fragrance emanating from her palm.  It was incredible!
The intimate mix of leather, female ass-flesh and perfumed sweat caused her
skin to literally crawl with lust.  She knew she wanted to press her face
directly to where her hand had been.  To nuzzle Raquel's leathered ass with
her nose and mouth.  If the odor were this intoxicating just from smelling
her own hand, it would be unbelievable if she had her face directly glued
to the Latina's ass, to that most private place on a woman's body.

She inhaled deeply again, gazing into those hooded green eyes.  "Mmmmmmm,
Raquel, mmmmmm......uhhhhhh...that's soooo gooooood....it's...."  Before
she could finish, the big-titted Latina suddenly gathered Claire up into
her arms, lifting her with such easy strength that it amazed the blonde.
Raquel's biceps bulged taughtly as she hefted Claire up into her arms,
cradling her, not breaking the lusty gaze between them.  The dragon
tattooed on her left bicep seemed to move up and out from Raquel's arm as
it flexed.  The woman's grip was sure and firm under Claire's back and
legs.  By instinct, the buxom blonde wrapped her arms around the Latina's
neck and drew her lips to the woman's.  The two girls kissed again with
open mouths, deeply and with abandon.  Their faces moved side to side as
tongues wrestled and lips curled together.  Claire's micro-mini skirt slid
up to expose her thong and the pussy juice that was dripping down her
thighs.  Her leather jacket fell open, allowing her outthrust breasts to
jut proudly, nipples at hard attention.

Breaking their hot kiss, Raquel turned and carried Claire to the queen bed
that sat nearby.  She softly placed the woman down flat.  The sound of
heavy female breathing filled the room, nostrils flared.  Without
exchanging a word, the two beautiful women knew what was going to happen.
As Raquel slid on top of Claire, womanly body to body, the blonde
instinctively spread her legs.  The Latina's right leg nestled between the
blonde's, her miniskirt hiked now above the soaked thong.  As further
encouragement, Claire hooked her left leg around Raquel's right, pulling
the brunette's muscular thigh into tight contact with her cunt.

As Raquel mounted Claire on the bed, her huge breasts almost fell out of
the tight black spandex tank top.  They literally poured down onto
Claire's, two sets of nipples rock hard and pressing into each other.  The
blonde reached up suddenly and grabbed the gold elastic loop holding
Raquel's hair back in the long pony tail, and with one motion slid it off.
Without anything holding it in place, the luxuriant black hair cascaded
down onto the beautiful woman below her.

"Meu amor...Claire... you are so sexy, so Gostosa...I want to...to devour
you...I could eat you alive!  Do you want me, Claire?  Do you want me?"
Raquel hissed raggedly.

The beautiful blonde buried her hands into the woman's full, wavy black
hair.  "Ohhhh....Raquel....yes....I want you too....so...much....I can't
believe this....I can't believe....I was watching you....I followed...."

"Yes, Claire, I know. I saw you watching me, following me.  I saw you drink
from my glass, tasting my mouth then...you were so....so sexy to do
that....we were stalking each other like prey...it was soooo hot,
Doura...so sexy how we found each other...."  Raquel gazed again deeply
into the pools of Claire's pale blue eyes.  They were a study in contrasts,
the sensual, dark Latin woman laying on top of the beautiful Nordic blonde
woman.  But there was much they had in common, a shared female beauty and
sexuality.  A shared lust of one female animal for another.

Raquel began to slide her leather-covered leg along Claire's crotch.  The
sensation it caused in the blonde's already-heated pussy was electric.  She
began thrusting upward, humping the Latina in return.

"Do you want me, Doura?  Do you want me to do this Claire?"  Raquel
breathed down into Claire's face.

"Uhhhh...yes....oh, Raquel...fuck me...please....I want you so much,
Raquel....you're such a sexy bitch...oh,
baby....please......fuck....me...."  The heat was building in Claire's cunt
as the skimpy wet thong material had slid aside and now all she felt was
the smooth, warm kidskin on her pussy.  Her clit hardened and rose from its
hood, making contact with the hard leather-covered thigh.  Rubbing up and
down.

"Yessss.....Claire...I want to make you come for me....come...I want to
fuck you, Claire....meu amor.....  We are two bitches in heat, in heat for
each other..."  Raquel had lowered her body so that their pendulous tits
were mashed against each other, rubbing together as they fucked their cunts
together. One of Raquel's huge tits had popped out of the tank top and was
rubbing its bare skin against the fabric of Claire's dress.  The two women
were breathing more and more rapidly.  Even though her pussy was behind the
leather lacing of her kidskin jeans, Raquel's clit was hardening, her
juices were running down her legs and she knew orgasm could follow soon.

"Oh my God, Raquel....it feels.....so...good...ahhhhh.....ahhh, yes...."
Claire reached one hand down to again clutch at Raquel's ass, pulling her
in tightly as they fucked on the bed in the coatroom.  Her other hand
gripped the woman's shoulder, drawing the Latina's face down to hers.  The
blonde's mouth hungrily searched for the woman's thick lips.  Tongues
reached and dove into widely opening mouths, lips enmeshing, saliva
dripping freshly between them, sharing the intimate taste of another
woman's passion.  The two beautiful women French-kissed wildly as they
humped and fucked each other.  Raquel increased their tempo, clutching her
hands to Claire's face.  Even without skin-to-skin pussy contact, they felt
the approaching orgasms between them.  The two women almost swallowed each
other's tongues, humping with increased intensity, the odors of cunt,
leather, feminine sweat, perfume and girl-saliva adding to their intimate
passions.  Their lust had no borders, no consciousness.  It just was.....

Suddenly in an electric wave, it hit Claire first.
"Ahhhhh....ahhhh......mmmmmm......ohhhhhhhh...Raquel.....ahhhh....ohhhh
myyyyyy G.....you...bitch....you....bitch....!"  The blonde jerked upward,
spasming in her climax.  This sexual movement sent Raquel over the edge as
well.

"Yes...baybeee.....yess.....I...am.....your....bitch.....ahhhhhhh....Cl......Claire....ahhhhhh
.....mmmmffff....."  Raquel's cunt spasmed beneath her leather jeans, her
body undulating rapidly.  She had never known an orgasm like this without
skin to skin contact.  Perhaps not even with skin to skin.

The two women began to come down from their orgasmic high.  Their breathing
was still ragged, abundant chests still heaving.  Their arms were wrapped
around one another, cheek to sweaty cheek.  As Claire's mind began to
clear, she realized they where they were--a bedroom that doubled as a coat
room at a party!  And her date was downstairs!  How long had they been
here?  How much time had passed?  Had anyone knocked on the door, looking
for a coat?  She realized now that she was practically bathing in sweat.
Her kidskin leather jacket was still around her, all askew.  What had she
done?  What if someone was trying to get in the room?  And here they were,
two woman-animals rutting on this bed like the rest of the world didn't
exist!

Raquel lifted her face and looked into Claire's eyes.  "I can't believe
that was so good, it was so good, baby...my God."  Claire gazed back,
slightly moving her body away from the clinch they had been in.  What in
the world had just happened?

There was brief awkwardness between them.  But it was brief.  "It was
incredible, Raquel...incredible...I've never...never done this before."

"You are amazing, baby.  Just amazing."  Raquel's hand went to Claire's
cheek, her thumb massaging.  "You are so beautiful.  This was so...so..."

Claire was suddenly moved with the urge to kiss the beautiful woman again.
If anything to show her they were still connected, that this was not a
mistake.  As the shock of the moment wore off, she realized she was
really--really--attracted to this dusky Latina woman.  They kissed softly,
their lips sticking slightly together as it ended.

"It was amazing, wasn't it?  But," Claire looked around, "what if someone
tries to get in the room?  Look where we are."

Raquel looked around too, seeing that their passion had disheveled their
clothes, hair and makeup.  They must be a sight!  But there was still heat
in her pussy for this woman, she wasn't done yet.  She rose quickly from
the bed, tugging up on her low-slung leather pants to keep them from
exposing her pussy and sliding her breast back into the tank top.

"Claire, let's leave together now...let's go to my place.  We can have more
privacy there.  Will you come, meu amor?"

Claire got up from the bed as well, trying to pull her skirt down to cover
her sweaty thighs, adjusting her jacket. She also knew she wanted more.
Something was telling her that this was just the beginning.  "Okay, yes,
let's go.  I need to tell my date.  My date?!"  Oh my, she thought, what
must Nick have thought?  Had he been looking for her?

Raquel suddenly grabbed Claire's hand.  "Let's go, Claire, let's go now.
My place is not far from here."  She pulled the blonde toward the door of
the bedroom.  Claire instinctively squeezed the woman's hand.  She didn't
care about Nick.

The two heated, sweating women opened the door and quickly moved past
several startled guests in the hall.  Some had very quizzical looks, some
smiled with amused understanding.  This was Hollywood.  As they went down
the stairs, Claire saw Nick across the room.  He looked at her with concern
and began moving toward her.  As her date approached, Claire didn't drop
Raquel's hand.

"Hey, Claire...I was looking for you!  What happened, where did you go?"
He looked at Raquel, puzzled, then at their interlocked hands.

"Nick, hi, hey, well, uh, I just ran into an old friend and we're taking
off.  Go do your thing, don't worry about me.  This is Raquel.  Raquel,
Nick.  We're going to take off, Nicky."  The girls were still breathing
heavily.  But in anticipation now.

Nick looked at Claire, then at Raquel.  "Oh, uh, hi Raquel."  Then he
looked down at their joined hands again.  Then their sweaty bodies.  The
light bulb went on.  He smiled and nodded.

"Okay, babe.  No problem.  Go have a good time girls.  I'll manage on my
own.  Nice meeting you, Raquel.  Take care of my date here, will you?"  His
smile was genuine.  Yes, this was Hollywood.  Land of many different sexual
encounters and partners.

"Thanks, Nick.  I'll call you."  With that, Claire smiled at her date,
pulled on Raquel's hand and began moving toward the door.

Raquel looked back at Nick and grinned.  "I take good care of her, Nick, no
worries."  She tightened her grip on this beautiful, busty Nordic blonde
and took the lead out the door toward her Porsche for the short ride to her
apartment.  She looked into Claire's blue eyes as they settled in the car.
She was a Latin lady in lust.  And things were about to get hotter...

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