Date: Mon, 3 Dec 2001 22:29:11 -0800 (PST)
From: layta <layta@excite.com>
Subject: "Sydney with a Y" (F/F)

                         "Sydney with a Y" (f/f)
                                   by
                                  Tayla

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction intended for adult readers.

I am one fine piece of work. Or so Eve thinks. On a drive to Atlanta, I
picked up a beautiful young hitchhiker. She just happened to be a
prostitute specializing in a female clientele. Of course, she charmed me
right out of my expensive pants. This young lady was a successful
businesswoman who adored her work. The night of the day that I picked her
up, she fucked me intermittently all night. It was the best experience of
my life. She didn't charge me a cent, but I slipped some money in her bag
anyway. She had given me a whole new sexual perspective.

Eve said that a woman really wanted to be fucked by other woman. It didn't
matter if she had a man or not. She did things to me that I would never
have imagined that gave me such intense pleasure. As she fucked me, she
told me what her clients -- the politician, a young mother--asked of her.
Things they could not reveal to their husbands. It excited me that the
politician had Eve wear her mother's pearls and perfume when she screwed
her. Or the fact that the young mother wanted it only in the ass with a fat
dildo as she watched in the mirror. This was a whole new realm of fantasy.

At home, I began to observe women. I saw grace and beauty and colors. Women
laughed and embraced and enjoyed each other. I saw girls with creamy
breasts in push up bras, wet t-shirts and strings up tight asses on the
Gulf of Mexico, slashes of skin and navel under tiny pieces of clothing.
The trail to many of their pussies had to be a long way up seeing as how
their legs were so incredibly long. Some tongue-kissed each other on
Bourbon Street or in the movie theaters. My good friend complained that she
hoped her 14 year-old daughter was just going through a phase. She observed
her on their security camera "doing nasty, naked things" with a girl
friend.  I didn't burst her bubble. Her daughter will always be doing
another girl.

I drove to the university campus supposedly to observe some potential
background scenery for an ad campaign. I was really girl watching. I stared
as a group of touring, college-bound girls moved toward me. They were
decked out in their little catholic school uniforms. Naturally, most of the
skirts were too short. Sister had lost all control in this area. I would
bet at least one of them was daring enough to be without panties. Did some
of them fuck each other in the dorms? A brunette from the group who looked
14 but was probably 17 or 18 locked eyes with me as she approached. Could
she read my motives? Was my body language giving me away? Was she the one
without panties? I got hot just imagining my hand feeling under that little
skirt. She smiled as she dropped her pen, bent over in front of me, and
gave me a quick flash of naked ass.

I had to get some. Soon. Even though I am 35, I prefer a girl-woman of 18
or 19 or 20-somebody young and sweet that I could teach what Eve taught me.
She'll need to be strong and flexible like myself. Someone open to learning
and experimentation.

My husband, an older man chained to a golf course, bought me a partnership
in a business when I expressed my boredom with our marriage. I dusted off
my master's degree in business and went to work in my small advertising
firm. My salvation soon came in the form of a 20-year old university
student interning for the summer in my business.

"Sydney with a Y," she said as she introduced herself in her Boston accent.

Beautiful, voluptuous Sydney. She was a blond, green walking wet dream for
a man or a woman. She wore form fitting skirts and heels. Her voice was
proper and refined. The sassy way she paraded around the office smiling and
flipping her long hair, kept every eye trained on her. The girl came from
old money judging by the names of her parents. My,my. Privileged, cultured
pussy. What perfect lagniappe.

I had to time everything just right for my first move on her. She needed to
be put in a position of helplessness. One Wednesday just before quitting
time, I called her into my office. "Sydney, there have been complaints that
you spend too much time on the telephone. I've also noticed that you've
come in late in the mornings and after lunch. We cannot tolerate such
blatant disregard for the rules. If it continues, we will have to terminate
your internship."

Sydney bolted from her chair and began to pace and apologize. She worked
herself up and the tears began in earnest. I moved in. "There, there
Sydney," I said patting her shoulder, "there's no need to cry. Just promise
to do better."

"I can't help crying. This is my second internship. I can't lose this one,
too."

Everyone else had gone for the day. I pulled her into my arms to comfort
her. My hands smoothed her blond hair, and landed lower, stroking her
back. Slowly, my hands moved to lightly touch her firm ass. My pussy
throbbed as I touched those globes. She stiffened a little, whimpered but
said nothing. I rubbed her a little harder as I surreptitiously pulled her
into me.

"Mrs. Smith, I never...this is not." The words stopped when I pushed my
tongue in her mouth. She whimpered again as I took her mouth in endless wet
kisses. Her erect nipples signaled her arousal and strained toward my
own. "I want to be cooperative, but...you want... don't you? You're a
married woman, for heaven's sake?"

"Calm down, Sydney. Mr. Smith will never find out. And we're all alone
here, remember? You do know that women have sex with each other, don't
you?" I began caressing her back again and kissing her cheek.

"Intellectually, I do. I just never thought it would be me." She sniffed.

"I'm here to help you Sydney," I said between kisses and touches. "I want
you to get ahead. I promise I'll teach you everything you need to know
about the business. The sex is just something extra. It makes everything
flow so much better. You don't have to do anything right now. Just let me
touch you. Take off your panties."

Sniffling, she said "I'm not wearing any. My boyfriend had me take them off
before lunch. He wanted to touch me in the taxi. That's why I'm always late
from lunch." She began crying again.

That image came into my head. I could hardly wait to feel her in my mouth.
"Stop crying. Take your skirt, off, Sydney, and put one leg on the arm of
the sofa. There, just like that, honey. Keep on the heels and stockings.
They're very sexy." I heard her mention to one of the other girls that she
only wore thigh high hosiery.

Sydney sniffed, flipped her hair and held her position. Her lovely pussy
came into full view. Sparse blond curls topped big, luscious lips. A lovely
clit stood at attention as Sydney began to juice. I was proud to have
aroused her so quickly. "Yes, that's perfect. You're very beautiful,
Sydney."

"Thank you Mrs. Smith"

I took extra moments to stare at her before I assumed my position. This was
only the second pussy that would meet my tongue. I intended to take full
advantage of it. She whimpered again as I filled my hand with her pussy and
rubbed hard. I told her that a young woman much like herself was my first.
I shared with her Eve's conviction and dropped to my knees to take her. I
licked her lips repeatedly--where her boyfriend's fingers had been. On a
deep moan, with her own two hands, she parted them for my tongue to gain
access to her opening. I slowly eased my tongue into her hot, wet cavern
and fucked her. She pulled my head even closer as I took the pussy. Nothing
tastes so good as a pussy in heat. I pulled back, found her clit with my
finger and thrust my tongue deep into her. Sydney cried as she came in my
mouth. I came as I listened to her ecstasy.

After our experience, I caught her watching me in the office, probably
wondering if and when I would pounce again. I pretended as if nothing had
happened. My partner and I handled clients; my husband came to take me to
lunch; I joked with her and the rest of the staff. I wanted the sexual
tension to build to unbearable. I was out of my mind with wanting to touch
her pussy, her breasts. I hadn't seen those breasts yet. I was wet with
need.

I followed Sydney to the storeroom late one afternoon. Most of the staff
was in the field, leaving just my partner in his office and the
receptionist at the front desk. I locked the door as she turned to see who
was in the room with her. Smiling, I walked to her and began nibbling on
her naturally red lips. True to her habits, she emitted a whimper. Her firm
ass filled my hands as my tongue ran over her teeth. My hands lifted her
skirt and I could feel she was wearing silk bikini panties. I hungrily went
inside them, rubbing and pulling her large lips. They were hot to my touch,
waiting for me. I ran my fingers through them and into her pussy. Holding
my shoulders, she screwed herself on two of my fingers as I thrust them
into her, whimpered and came. I looked at her as I licked my fingers
clean. She shuddered again. I left the room without a word, leaving her
with her swollen lips, in her wet panties and hopefully in anticipation of
our next encounter.

A month later, three weeks before her summer internship ended, Sydney
accompanied me to San Francisco for a conference/working vacation. This
would be a learning experience for her, but she was to be my girl Friday as
well. Our suites had an adjoining door that I kept closed but not locked.
We attended seminars during the day, did some shopping and sightseeing and
ate in fabulous places. I would catch Sydney looking at me expectantly. She
was waiting for me to touch her. I'll wager she needed it as much as I
did. Other than a pat on the back, I didn't touch her. Eve would be proud
of me.

One morning around 2am, I went into her room naked. It was time to fuck her
again. The sexual tension had become unbearable and needed an outlet. She
had left the lamp on and I could see her sleeping form under the sheet.
Gently, I pulled it back, revealing her nudity. She was sleeping soundly on
her stomach. I bent to lightly lick the ass I was soon to fuck. Then I
straddled her back, put my pussy on her ass, reached under and filled my
hands with breasts I still had not seen. Then I began to screw and
squeeze. Screw and squeeze. Fucking her ass. She felt incredible--soft and
warm.

She stirred more when I bit her shoulders, looked sideways and smiled. "
Oh, Mrs. Smith! It's about time you touched me. I thought you didn't want
me. I didn't know what I had done wrong. I needed...I mean...you know."

"Shh. I'm here now, darling. Here to give us what we need. You did nothing
wrong except tempt the hell out of me. I always want you, sweetheart,
always. Now...I'm about ...to cum on...your... sweet... ass. Push it up to
me. Oh yes, yes, baby. I'm almost there."

She whimpered as I squeezed her nipples hard while I orgasmed. "Whew, that
was good. Now turn over and let me see them. Your breasts." They were as
beautiful as I expected, as beautiful as she was. My mouth gravitated
toward the large, perky globes. I sucked hard on one while squeezing the
other as she moaned and screwed her ass into the mattress. She welcomed me
as I climbed aboard the front of her. I threaded my hands through her hair
as I slipped her my tongue and kissed her. Of course, she whimpered as she
rubbed my ass in gratitude.

"I want to feel you down there," I said between kisses.

"But you have, Ms. Smith. Your tongue and your fingers have been inside
me. Oh man, just thinking about it gets me off."

"I know, sweetie. But I haven't touched your pussy. Not with my own." I put
my mound on hers and slowly began the ride into heaven. "Like this. See how
good it feels? Pussy to pussy is perfect fucking. Take it slow. Now let it
build."

"Oh! Wow, yes, Mrs. Smith. I see what you mean. I feel you. I had no idea
it could be so good." Sydney pushed up her pelvis to give me greater
access.

Her large pussy accommodated mine naturally. Our lips rubbed, our clits
battled valiantly toward orgasmic victory. The more I screwed her mound,
the more I wanted to, needed to. I pushed into her, straining hard to get
even closer, if that was possible. We were already fused, but it wasn't
close enough. She pushed up more and let me grind myself into her willing
pussy-to take my pleasure. Sydney reached up and pulled my head to hers and
kissed me deeply as I fucked and fucked until we came. Needing even more, I
scissored our legs and brought our pussies into closer contact. I touched
her where I could and talked dirty to her. This fueled her for our second
round. I fucked on her until she came. I held back as long as I could,
relishing that intimate contact, listening to her new whimpers of pleasure,
building up my own orgasm. When it came, it was so good, I thought I would
stop breathing. But I didn't. I would survive if but only to fuck her
again. I kissed and rubbed her over and over and over.

I couldn't be without her after that night. We had ten days left in the
city. She made her pussy available to me throughout the rest of out trip. I
felt her up on a cable car ride as a little old lady looked on, plunged
fingers in her pussy in the limousine that took us to our business
seminars. Once, we arrived an hour early for a 10am seminar. She locked the
door behind us. I watched as she slowly cleared away the legal pads,
pencils and water glasses. She wanted to be taken right there on the
conference table. She removed her panties, raised and held up her skirt and
leaned back on one elbow. I slipped two fingers in her pussy and sucked on
her clit. She was totally overcome. I finished her with a little quick
pussy-to-pussy. In the conference, fueled with my personal knowledge of the
business and the recent sweet taste and feel of my girl Friday, I was
unstoppable.

We always managed to get stuck between floors when we were alone in an
elevator. If she happened to be wearing panties, they always ended up in my
purse. Sydney went shopping alone one afternoon. She said she would have a
surprise for me later. That night she put on a strip show. She was hot as a
firecracker, dressed first in a slinky little black dress, then like the
Victoria's Secret model in that provocative new commercial that turns me
on. Just looking at her dressed in that manner could thaw a frigid woman in
two minutes. We could hardly clean our sweaty bodies for grabbing and
sucking and kissing in the shower or hot tub. We would wake up in the night
and have 69 so sweet it would make me cry.

On a day trip to Napa Valley, we became slightly tipsy after our wine
tasting. Sydney used daddy's name to secure us a quick luxury booking in an
exclusive inn. There, giddy with wine, the day and with other, I ate
Ghiradelli chocolate shavings from her blond pussy. Sydney arched upward,
moaned my name and a few expletives as I circled the lip of a wine bottle
in the opening of her pussy. I poured remaining wine on her and in
her. Putting her legs on my shoulders, still giggling, I sucked her,
attempting to retrieve it.

Sydney considered it her special treat when I would let her sit on my face
with my tongue buried in her pussy as she humped and screamed. Mine was to
rub my pussy all over those big, perky breasts of hers. I felt the need to
treat her often.

I'll most certainly write a glowing letter to Sydney's university. She did
above and beyond what was required of her in such a short time.


     "If you do anything worthwhile today, do it with a woman."

      Read about Mrs. K. Smith with Eve in "Calling All Girls"
      Eve resurfaces briefly in "Bethel's Epiphany"