Date: Tue, 28 Aug 2001 16:32:58 +0000
From: Jane Doe <wende18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naughty Red Panties Part 1

These writings are facets of my experience and
imagination and are wholly fictional. They contain
sexually explicit details of encounters with members
of the same sex. If you are offended, please do not
proceed any further. However, if you wish to make
comments after reading these offerings, I would love
to read them. I can always be found at
wende18@hotmail.com. I would love to read them.



NAUGHTY RED PANTIES by Wende Fields

Part 1

After a long day of frustration and anger, Sheila sat
in the dimly lit and smoke-filled lounge sipping her
white wine. She had been on the road now for three
weeks and was reaching the point of exhaustion from
the numerous airplanes and hotel beds that had kept
her company during that timeframe. As Sheila sat
contemplating her life, she casually noticed an
attractive young woman in her middle twenties quietly
enter the lounge. Dressed in a low cut red sequined
cocktail dress with matching shoes, the young woman
presented quite a stunning package. As Sheila looked
the anonymous woman from head to toe, she noticed the
dark glasses appeared incongruous to the rest of the
woman's apparel. Removing them hesitantly, she
sauntered over to a vacant booth just beyond Sheila's.
As she passed, Sheila's eyes were met with a most
intense stair from a pair of sparkling azure eyes that
offset the woman's shoulder length auburn hair. She
sat quickly at her booth facing Sheila and as she
crouched to sit in the confined area, her short dress
rode up her legs allowing Sheila an ample view of
silky thigh with a flash of red panties. Entranced by
this scene, Sheila continued to stare at the stunning
woman when presently, the mystery woman put her face
in her cupped hands and began sobbing openly.

Curious and touched simultaneously, Sheila could not
decide what to do. She asked herself whether to go
over to her in order to console the crying woman or
remain seated and watch her from afar.

In the end, her emotional side won out and Sheila
valiantly arose from her seat and walked over to the
sobbing patron and calmly knelt by her side while
placing a consoling arm around the woman's shoulders.
At the first touch, the crying young woman looked up
as if puzzled by the person kneeling beside her.

"I could not help but hear you crying. Is everything
all right?" Sheila inquired.

With her sobs subsiding, the mysterious woman in red
replied, "Yes, I..."

But before she could finish her sentence, she began
sobbing uncontrollably.

"No, I'm not all right! It's my boyfriend..." the woman
quietly replied before placing her discolored face in
her hands once again.

"What about your boyfriend?" Sheila intoned.

"Did he do that?" Sheila inquired while softly
touching the woman's left cheek.

"Yes." Came the reply and instantly Sheila felt she
needed to protect this woman from more distressful
scenes.

Slowly, Sheila rose from her position and made a
motion to have the young woman slide over to allow
Sheila to sit beside her in the confined space. As the
woman slid over, Sheila sat in the booth where their
bare thighs rubbed together briefly. This, in turn,
caused the woman's short cocktail dress to rise higher
to expose more of her creamy thighs. Glancing
downward, Sheila was treated to a scintillating view
of more red. Suddenly, Sheila was torn between two
distinct feelings. Her motherly needs to protect such
an innocent woman from the miseries of life was in
conflict with her growing desire for this stunning
beauty! Sheila was uncertain how to deal with her
emotions, but she knew she must at some point soon.



With her arm around the shoulders of the mystery
woman, Sheila leaned her head toward "Ms red panties".
In doing so, Sheila was able to glimpse the object
causing her increased arousal. As Sheila sat consoling
her new friend, she secretly glanced at the remaining
parts of the woman's body. Sheila was impressed with
the girl's overall appearance. She was tall,
approximately 5 feet 7 inches, with long lithe limbs.
While her breasts were large and full, they were not
overly large. Sheila thought they filled the woman's
low-cut cocktail dress quite nicely. After several
minutes, the woman's sobbing abated enough for Sheila
to ask her name.

"Gale, Gale Storm", she replied through the beginning
of a series of hiccups.

"Gale, I'm glad to meet you", Sheila replied holding
out her hand in preparation of a handshake.

Grasping Gale's dainty hand after removing her arm
from around Gale's shoulder, Sheila felt warmth she
had not felt in some time. Though Gale's eyes were red
from the emotions earlier, her face beamed as she held
Sheila's hand. Seconds passed and Sheila had an
overwhelming urge to kiss Gale on those pouty lips of
hers.

As she leaned in, Gale sensed Sheila was about to do
something and suddenly blurted out, "I need a glass of
wine!"

With the spell broken, Sheila said, "I think I'll join
you, if you don't mind."

Spying their waitress nearby, Sheila motioned and the
waitress sauntered over to their booth.

"I'll have a glass of white wine," said Sheila in a
friendly tone.

"I'll have the same," echoed Gale.

After the waitress brought the drinks, the two girls
engaged in small talk though each remembered the spell
between them cast only moments before.
As the conversation continued more wine was consumed
and soon it was apparent that Gale was feeling quite
inebriated by the incessant boisterous laughter and
louder than normal talking. Sheila, on the other hand,
was feeling quite lucid and casually suggested the two
of them leave and go to her apartment for a nightcap.

Sheila arose from the confining space of the booth and
prepared to help Gale extricate herself from the
booth. As Sheila placed her right arm underneath
Gale's, her hand inadvertently brushed Gale's right
breast. Seizing the opportunity, Sheila gave a gentle
squeeze and Gale's eyes widened at the sexual
overture. However, she remained passive and allowed
Sheila to continue to put gentle pressure on her
breast. As the two women negotiated the aisle, Gale's
feet became tangled and she almost fell completely.
Had it not been for Sheila's quick reaction and her
arm being underneath Gale's, both women would have
been sent sprawling on the smooth floor. As Gale
regained her balance, she laughed at the incident in
order to hide the fact she was drunk and that she was
somewhat embarrassed for appearing so in public.

Once out in the cool fresh air of evening, Gale's head
began to clear slightly, but she was finding it
difficult to walk in a normal gait. With Sheila's
assistance, they were able to travel the half block to
Sheila's car where Gale slumped against it for
support. After unlocking and opening the car door,
Sheila helped Gale into the passenger's side front
seat. Sheila closed the door, then walked around and
entered the driver's side. Pausing then glancing at
Gale who was slumped against the passenger door began
to formulate a plan in her mind.

Engaging the transmission, Sheila drove quickly to her
apartment a mere fifteen minutes from the
establishment they had just left. Fortunately for
Sheila her apartment was on the ground floor and it
took a little effort to extricate Gale from the car
and guide her into the dark apartment entranceway.
Fumbling with her purse, Sheila tossed it
unceremoniously on a nearby chair and then all but
dragged Gale to the couch where she was gently lowered
until that curvaceous butt of Gale's nestled softly
into the forgiving couch.

As Gale's weight settled, her short dress rode up
higher on her creamy thighs affording Sheila a more
enticing view of Gale's smooth skin. Shifting her legs
slightly, Gale's dress crawled up her legs still
further and a hint of red could be seen between her
legs. Oblivious to all of this in her inebriated
state, Gale's head rolled to the side and she fell
completely over onto her left side. With her feet
planted on the floor and her torso in an awkward
position, Gale mumbled something incoherent to Sheila.
Sheila sat beside Gale and placed her arms around
Gale's shoulders in order to bring her to an upright
sitting position. As she did so, once again Sheila's
hands came in contact with Gale's ample breasts and
she took the opportunity to give a gentle squeeze. The
firmness and size impressed Sheila and she became a
bit jealous as her own breast size was lacking. Sheila
once again mumbled something, but this time some of
the words were clearly understood.

"Wha ur ya doin? Don be playin wif my boobies!" Gale
slurred.

Of course the last two words were quite clear to
Sheila who immediately stopped her manipulation of
Gale's breasts. She immediately decided on another
tact.

"Why don't I go and fix us another drink and then we
can relax and talk some more?" Sheila intoned over her
shoulder as she walked into the kitchen.

Retrieving two glasses from the shelf, she poured some
whiskey in to one of them and filled it with ice and
cola, while the other she filled with ginger ale and
ice. Once done, she walked back in to the living room
and handed the glass containing the darker liquid to
Gale, then held hers up in a mock toast and said, "To
us!" Gale, seeing the other woman drink from her
glass, felt compelled to do the same. She took a long
drink of the potent liquid then shuttered. Sheila,
seeing an opportunity, took the place next to Gale who
had remained sitting on the couch.

"Tell me again, does your boyfriend hit you like that
often?" Sheila quietly asked.

Raising her left hand to her cheek and eye, Gale said
defensively, "He doesn't hit me except when he is
angry at me."

"Well, if it were I, I wouldn't put up with him
hitting me at all," Sheila retorted angrily.

"No man has the right to hit another woman--ever,"
Sheila continued.

And as she quietly spoke, she moved closer to Gale and
casually placed her arm around Gale's shoulder. Gale,
seeing the strength in Sheila's argument, began to sob
quietly. Seconds later, her sobs became louder and
more pronounced, then she cradled her head on Sheila's
shoulder. Sheila, in response, wrapped both of her
arms around Gale in an awkward bear hug. Their heads
came together and suddenly Sheila's lips grazed Gale's
in a hesitant kiss. Looking deeply into Gale's eyes,
Sheila leaned toward Gale and brought her lips in
contact with Gale's. This time the kiss lasted for
almost a minute. Sheila emboldened by Gale's seeming
acceptance of Sheila's kiss, allowed her tongue to
exert slight pressure on Gale's lips in an effort to
gain entrance to her oral cavity. Gale, in turn,
reacted to Sheila's tongue and separated her lips
slightly thus permitting Sheila's tongue entrance to
her mouth. As if touched by electricity, Gale jerked
her head backward separating their lips and breaking
the kiss.

"What's wrong?" Sheila innocently inquired.

"I'm not that kind of girl. I've never done that
before," Gale stammered.

"What kind of girl do you mean?" continued Sheila in
that innocent tone.

"You know, a les..." Gale could not seem to bring
herself to say the word.

"Oh, you mean a lesbian?" Sheila practically shouted.
"Well, if it will put your mind at ease, I'm not a
lesbian either. I like a good hard cock as well as the
next girl. It's just that you are attractive and
seemed to be in need of reassurance. Besides, your
lips looked so inviting.
So, I wanted to kiss you and I thought you wanted the
same." Sheila quietly explained.

At this point, Sheila would have said most anything to
be able to kiss that delicious mouth of Gale's once
more.

"Well, since you put it like that..." Gale left the
sentence unfinished.

As she was saying that, Gale licked her lips
unconsciously in an erotic manner that was not missed
by Sheila's eyes.

"Did you find my kiss objectionable?" Sheila
questioned.

"Well, well, no!" Gale shot back quickly, almost too
quickly.

"Good. Would you like to try it again?" Sheila added.

As if weighing her answer, Gale paused then nodded her
head almost imperceptibly. With that nod, Gale closed
her eyes and that was the signal Sheila had been
waiting for these past moments.

Leaning toward Gale, Sheila could feel the warm breath
and smell the intoxicating sweetness of the liquor
emanating from Gale as their lips finally met. As
their lips lightly touched, Sheila's tongue once again
began a slow lick around the outside of Gale's lips
before insinuating slowly into her warm mouth. As if
on cue, Gale moaned softly into Sheila's mouth which
in turn signaled to Sheila Gale's true feelings about
the kiss. As their lips ground together and their
tongues dueled inside one another's mouth, Gale began
to moan more loudly. As their kissing became more
animated, Sheila's hand slid up toward Gale's neck to
caress her lightly. This action brought additional
moaning and suddenly Gale began falling backward and
came to rest against the couch's armrest on her right
side. As she fell, her dress slipped further up her
thighs to expose all of Gale's tanned legs and the red
panty covered juncture between them.

Breathing heavily now, Gale struggled to regain her
balance by sitting upright, but that only seemed to
cause her dress to hike up further. Soon it was
gathered at her waist and her awareness of the
situation gradually became apparent to her. Breaking
away momentarily, Sheila began removing her clothing
beginning with her blouse. As she continued to
unbutton it, Gale's face appeared concerned.

Noting Gale's expression, Sheila asked, "What's
wrong?"

"Why are you taking off your blouse?"

"I want to be more comfortable and I don't want my
clothes wrinkled," Sheila replied.
"Why don't you do the same?" Sheila asked. "You can
leave those naughty red panties on if it would make
you feel more at ease," she continued.

"Are you going to do anything?" Gale asked timidly.

"Do anything? Like what do you have in mind? I'm not
going to rape you if that is what you think," Sheila
explained in a voice denoting her perturbation.

"Weren't you just now trying to seduce me?"

Laughing, Sheila said, "Seduce you? So what if I was?
I find you extremely attractive and very sexy."

As she was saying this, her eyes purposely traveled up
and down Gale's body in a very lurid manner.

"Don't tell me you've never been with another woman
before," Sheila practically shouted.

Sheepishly, Gale looked down at her partially
separated legs, while fumbling with the lace hem of
her panties and said, "No."

"Well, I just want you to feel comfortable here. I
promise I won't do anything to you that you don't
want. I will go very slowly so that you will feel at
ease the whole time. Besides, wouldn't it be nice just
to sit here and cuddle and kiss for awhile?" Sheila
explained.
Without waiting for an answer, Sheila moved closer to
Gale and reached around behind her to unsnap the clasp
holding her dress in place. Freeing the clasp, she
next drew the zipper down in one smooth motion. Since
the dress was hiked up very high, it was easier to
slip the dress over Gale's head as opposed to letting
it drop to the floor to step out of it. Grasping the
dress with both hands, Sheila slipped the dress over
Gale's head and tossed the slightly wrinkled dress
toward the other couch.

"No, don't wrinkle it any more than it already is!"
Gale shouted as she stood to retrieve the wrinkled
dress, then smooth it out to lay it gently on the seat
back.

Watching Gale's ample bosom shake even though encased
in a bra as she rushed over to her dress, Sheila
smiled to herself at such a prize! Once Gale was
satisfied over the placement and condition of her
beautiful dress, she turned and walked back to the
couch both women had occupied earlier. Patting the
seat beside her, Sheila indicated to Gale where to
sit. As Gale sat close to Sheila, she felt both
excited and afraid at the same time. She was excited
about this new adventure, but afraid of the unknown
and the stigma of being labeled a lesbian. She told
herself that she was just there having a drink with a
friend and nothing else. She did not have time to
think of the events just preceding that moment because
Sheila did not give her the opportunity to think over
the recent events. For at that moment, Sheila wrapped
both her arms around Gale in a tight hug-like embrace
and placed her lips on Gale's with a light feathery
touch. As Sheila's lips pressed against Gale's, she
protruded her tongue to insinuate it into Gale's
welcoming mouth. Once again an almost inaudible moan
escaped Gale as she returned the kiss passionately.
Gale had no idea what had come over her for no man
with this much passion and warmth had ever kissed her
before. Those soft lips of Sheila's and that magical
tongue alone were arousing her sexual needs and that
confused her. Caught up with the arousal of the
moment, Gale rode the tide of awakened sexual need and
responded to those warm lips and insinuating tongue.
As she opened her mouth wider, Gale's tongue searched
every nook and cranny.
Their tongues danced together in first one mouth, then
the other back and forth in a struggle for lingual
dominance. During this French kissing marathon,
Sheila's hand began to slide imperceptibly between
Gale's thighs and start a slow rubbing motion with
intent to resume the seduction. Sheila became a bit
more aggressive in her attack on the area between
Gale's smooth thighs. As such, Gale's legs parted with
each renewed stroke of Sheila's fingers. Soon, Gale
felt Sheila's fingers rubbing the very edge of those
naughty red panties until they brushed lightly across
the panty covered moistness that was Gale's slit. The
more Sheila rubbed that area between Gale's thighs,
the more wetness that was produced. Soon, Gale was
moaning while her hips were reciprocating slowly in
time with Sheila's rubbing motion.

Gale could feel herself becoming very hot! Quickly,
she gave up all pretext of resistance and succumbed to
Sheila's calculated advances. Gale had never been
seduced in such an erotic manner as this before. With
her thoughts flowing wildly in her brain, Gale could
not remember feeling so aroused. The juncture between
her legs was on fire and she needed some type of
relief! Those insistent fingers were doing nothing to
satiate the "itch" she felt down there. In fact, the
opposite was the case here. Those fingers and Sheila's
warm soft lips and tongue did nothing but ignite the
flame inside her. As she was thinking this, those
naughty red panties were being rolled down and pulled
off Gale's hips. As though she were an automaton, Gale
raised her hips in cooperation then she felt the cool
air against her hot skin. As if in a dream, her
favorite, but very moist panties were removed
completely and tossed haphazardly in a bundle onto the
floor. Then her bra magically disappeared. How did
these things happen without her being consciously
aware of them? Her brain struggled to rationalize
those thoughts, but to no avail. The fog of arousal
had enshrouded every bit of her brain with the
exception of that which controlled animal lust. That
appeared to be working all too well.

As the two women continued to writhe in lurid fashion
on the couch, a glistening sheen of perspiration could
be seen forming on the two nearly naked bodies.
Only vaguely aware of Sheila's roaming fingers now
with so many sexual stimuli invading her senses, Gale
suddenly could feel something invading her womanhood
now drenched with sexual secretions. Several fingers
were now worming their way, with an audible squishing
sound, into that pit between her legs. As the sound
invaded her sense of hearing, her sense of lust was
heightened another level. Gale had felt things in her
pussy before, but those fingers seemed to have a mind
and knowledge of every nerve ending inside her
seething pit. In and out those fingers continued to
slowly piston and with each new stroke her lust and
moans increased.

As if in a trance, Gale leaned back and opened her
legs in order for her attacker to have better access
to that area of her body now producing those wondrous
feelings. As she did this, Sheila began a different
tact and began kissing her way down Gale's hot body.
Once she came within a few inches of Gale's hot slot,
Sheila increased her tongue action and licked her way
to the top of Gale's slit that housed her throbbing
clit. When Sheila's tongue came in contact with Gale's
enlarged nubbin, it was as though electricity had been
introduced there. That magical tongue circled Gale's
throbbing clit, then gently stabbed at it, which
produced more erotic feelings for Gale. She felt as
though she were being overwhelmed with lustful
sensations. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. The
aroma of sex filled the air while sounds of eroticism
echoed in the sparsely furnished bedroom. That ever-
present tongue continued its journey around Gale's
clit, then reversed its course and began a slow
agonizing sojourn toward her gaping maw. Suddenly the
tongue was inside Gale seeking every sensual nerve
ending. Licking, stabbing, sucking. That tongue would
not stop! Oh, how she wanted to cum, but her arousal
was too great. She had to concentrate on something
other than her arousal. Try as she might, she could
not readjust her concentration on something other than
that tongue and those searching fingers.

Just then, she felt something very different. Her legs
were being lifted and separated, while Sheila's left
arm encircled Gale's right thigh. Sheila's thumb on
her left hand began a slow methodical strumming of
Gale's engorged clit.
However, that incessant tongue traveled farther down
her body toward her back crease. Instantly, she felt
something never experienced before. Gale's sensitive
clit being manipulated in such a fashion by Sheila
produced a series of shivers. Then of course, there
was that tongue licking its way toward and inside
Gale's back crease. At that new sensation, her arousal
increased a hundred-fold. Sheila's tongue continued
its march toward the eventual prize. As the tongue
drew nearer, Gale unconsciously opened her legs still
more, which in turn separated her girlish cheeks. She
could feel the tongue and instinctively knew it was
headed straight for her back passage. She had never
had anything penetrate her there save her finger on
one occasion as she rubbed salve to help soothe an
irritation back there. At the moment of contact with
her anal ring, Gale moaned quite loudly, followed by a
long mournful gasp. The tongue circled Gale's anal
ring several times before attempting to enter. Sheila
paused only a second before stiffening her tongue and
then seductively penetrated Gale's warm back passage.
As the tongue began to enter, Gale relaxed and her
sphincter muscle seemed to grab Sheila's tongue and
suddenly suck it into the relaxed opening as far as
the tongue muscles permitted. The sensations of that
tongue inside her passage were beyond anything Gale
could ever describe. Gale could feel Sheila's tongue
exploring the buttery smooth walls of her ass. While
at the same time, Sheila felt Gale's sphincter muscles
tugging at her tongue in an attempt to draw it in
further.

"Oh, that feels so good! Oh, that feels good! Oh!" was
all Gale could mange to moan in between those wondrous
waves of erotic sensations she was having.

Gale suddenly wanted that tongue to be a foot long to
penetrate her further. Seconds passed and as if on
cue, Sheila began sliding her tongue back and forth in
a slow pistoning motion. This, in turn, produced new
erotic sensations. The slight roughness of Sheila's
tongue combined with the smoothness of Gale's rear
hole sent Gale into another series of spasms.
Suddenly, with a force that greatly surprised her,
Gale orgasmed, as she had not done so before. It began
as a small tremor and grew quickly into a raging
volcano.
Gale heard a breathless voice saying, "Don't stop!
Don't ever stop!" as she languished in such lascivious
sensations.

This continued for several minutes before those
sensations gradually lessened as Gale, slumped rag
doll-like on the couch, moaned continuously at the
slow piston-like movements of Sheila's tongue. Lying
motionless on that couch with Sheila, Gale felt every
muscle of hers was paralyzed as she radiated in the
afterglow of that seismic orgasm.

"Where did you ever learn to do that?" Gale struggled
with her words and suddenly feeling some embarrassment
with her nakedness and the fact someone had just done
something so fantastic, yet to her so personal.

Lying beside her on the tiny couch, Sheila turned her
face toward Gale and brought her lips to Gale's in a
languid kiss. Gale could detect the spicy delicious
anal flavor of herself on Sheila's lips and that
excited her further.

As the kiss ended, Sheila said in a sexy voice, "I was
hoping you might enjoy that. I only do that for
someone I truly like. And I've grown to like you from
this chance encounter tonight."

Several seconds passed before Sheila continued to say,
"I'll bet you never suspected that part of your body
was so sensitive. I know that part of mine is very
sensitive and I love to have my ass treated in those
special ways. Once we have rested a bit, perhaps we
can find something more we both enjoy." Sheila added
with a giggle.

Sheila's arm casually dropped to the floor where her
hand came in contact with something damp. Grasping it
in her hand, she brought it up toward her, suddenly
recognizing Gale's garment. Bringing it close to her
face, she grinned in the dim light as she remembered
the wicked seduction of Gale. And as those very recent
erotic memories came flooding back to her, she was
able to recognize the unmistakable aroma of Gale's
womanly essence from those naughty red panties!

To be continued...