Date: Fri, 16 Apr 2004 15:31:05 +0000
From: rjw148@hotmail.com
Subject: The accident 3

I was completely confused.   Here I was, a normal woman, as I thought, and I
was letting myself become involved with a woman who saw other women as sex
symbols and went out of her way to seduce them.   Jenny left me in no doubt
that she saw me in that way.

In the cold light of day, when I was away from her, I was able to think more
clearly and to tell myself that this stupidity had to stop.   No longer
could I allow her to dominate and lead me as she had been doing.   As much
as I enjoyed the physical side of our friendship there had to be boundaries
and limits.

However, my second time with Jenny had, if anything, been better than the
first, if that was possible.   I suppose I was beginning to accept my liking
for the type of sex she offered and my willingness to participate with her.
  Anyway she was highly appreciative of my abilities and sang my praises
loudly.

Amazingly I felt no horror of touching her intimate places.   Between her
lovely long shapely legs she had much the same as I did.   It grew wet and
hot the same as I did.   To copy her lead was easy.   If she caressed me in
a certain way then I did the same to her, knowing that she would feel the
same as I did.

I also found that my orgasms came much faster and more deeply than they ever
had in the past.   Indeed in her tender arms I became multi-orgamic to the
extent that I could go on from one to the next with barely a pause.   This
was something I had read about but didn't really believe happened.   I was
not about to complain though.

When we had been together we'd spent most of the time naked.   How quickly
things had moved for us.   From that fateful day when our cars had collided
we had been lost in a never ending bout of sexual lust.

My sex was in a constant state of liquid swampiness that grew warmer each
time I thought of her and the way she touched me.   I found myself thinking
of sex almost all the time.

I started to see her in a new light.   Not just the extremely attractive,
highly efficient sales person she was, but a warmhearted, willing and at
times downright lustful woman.   When we were in each others arms she would
suddenly break off from loving me and caress my cheek with her eyes locked
to mine as if she was wondering if I was real.

Whichever way she was enjoying me, I could do nothing but respond.  I would
have to open myself, spread myself to permit her access and have her send me
into the realms of virtual bliss.

She loved to toy with the curls of my pubic hair that grew in rather wild
abundance at the fork of my thighs.   Idly she would twirl her fingers
through it, parting and separating it and at the same time nearly driving me
mad with the nearness of her beloved fingertips to the tiny button hidden
away that was screaming for her touches.

When she strayed closer to it my hips would heave and try to force her into
the right place.   She smiled, softly laughed and kissed the first available
part of my anatomy that she could reach.   Meanwhile, I simmered, just short
of coming to the boil, waiting, praying, wanting.

She used English in a way I never had.   She called a cunt, a cunt without
any sign of concern.   Strangely though I did not find it embarrassing or
offensive in the least.   They were not words I normally used but coming
from her lips they took on a strange pure, romantic meaning.

Our arranged weekend at her home was due to start on Saturday morning.   I
had  a staff meeting to attend at school on the Friday evening  so we
arranged to meet at the front entrance of Asda where we had our accident.

"That slight bump we had over there let me get at your cunt" she whispered
as we walked across the car park.   A devilish glint shone in her pale eyes
as she waited for me to react.

"You can thank my bad driving" I laughed.  " I might not have hit you if I
had known that was what you were after".

"I think you would have given me it even if we had not bumped like that" her
eyes danced merrily.   I think she was right - I probably would have done.

Wine, Pate, cheese and a whole assortment of goodies went into our basket as
we strolled arm in arm along the aisles.   To anybody else we were just two
women enjoying shopping together.   What would they have thought if they had
known the truth I wondered.

Jenny prepared lunch for us and we sat outside on her small patio to eat.
It was very pleasant, eating good food in very agreeable company.

Somehow the conversation got around to sex (not surprising!).

"So when was your first time with a woman?" I asked popping a delicious
piece of pie in my mouth.

"You're not going to believe this, but I was a sweet little fourteen year
old, complete with pigtails and long white school socks Jenny giggled.   I
found it hard to visualise this sophisticated female being of that
description.

Jenny tried to smother her laughter.

"I really was" she insisted.   "I was half way through my time at senior
school when I got quite friendly with a married woman who was a pal of my
Aunt    I thought she was the hottest thing I had ever seen.   All legs and
shapely busoms.   My age was no problem for her and inside six weeks of
meeting her I was sleeping with her while her husband was off working.   I
will admit I was as eager as she was" Jenny grinned.   "You could say she
taught me everything I know".

"Didn't your Aunt raise any objections?"

Jenny shook her head.   "She didn't know.   At least not for sure.   People
just don't expect two females to be involved like that.   Look at us today
at the shops.   We walked around arm in arm and nobody raised an eyebrow.
Let two men do it and there would be a riot".

"Besides" she want on after a pause.   "We were very discreet."

I sipped the last of my wine and stretched my arms high above my head.   I
felt so at home and contented seated here with this stunning woman.

"Don't thrust out your boobs like that or I'll be getting ideas" she
chuckled.

"Sorry" I hastily  lowered my arms.

"Don't be daft.  I like you doing it.   Specially when your not wearing a
bra like now".

"I thought you hadn't noticed" I said.

"You'd be surprised what I notice about you" Jenny smiled.

I decided to let that remark pass for fear of opening a can of worms.   it
was sufficient that she liked looking at me.

"You know that night in the pub car park?" I said.   "I was scared stiff but
I wanted you like mad".

"I know" Jenny grinned easily.   "Why do you think I kissed you?"   I
blushed at the memory.

"There you go again - that lovely blush" she whispered.   "And I bet you're
getting all wet as well".   I blushed deeper.

She reached across and put her hand on my leg, closing her grasp on the
muscles of my thigh.   Even through the cloth of my skirt I sensed the heat
from her hand.

"Later" she said quietly.   "I promise I will give you everything you could
ever want".

My fast beating heart tried to do a flip and I involuntarily clenched my
bottom to quell the throbbing that was already beginning deep inside me.

"What about you then Sarah?   Was I your first?"

I nodded.  "The only time I have ever met anyone was when I was in college
and then she was with another girl".

"Would you if you had the chance?" Jenny asked.

"I don't think so.   She was awful.  Almost like a man".   Jenny laughed.

"Philippa.   That was my Aunts friend was great" Jenny said a little
wistfully.   "She was one the  sexiest women you could meet.  Right from the
first day that I met her I knew we would be getting together.   There was
just something about her that told you that she loved it.   Of course I was
flattered that she wanted me in that way and I didn't stop her charming me
out of my knickers".

"What the blue gym type" I grinned.

"No" Jenny exploded with laughter.   "I was into bikini type".

We collected up the dishes and walked through into the house with them.
Jenny took them from me and then enfolded me in her arms.

"Mmmm, that's nice" I murmurred as her hands reached around me and cupped my
buttocks through my dress.

"I thought you would like it" she smiled.

I was being caressed slowly by hands that were expert.   I raised my arms to
wind around her neck and our mouths moved towards each other.

The kiss was long and languid.   I was trembling again in an instant.

"I think it's time we found the bedroom" she murmurred as our mouths
separated.

I was wobbly and shaking.   How could this woman turn me on so.   It was as
if she only had to flick a switch and I was bubbling with desire.

Jenny's bedroom by now was quite familiar to me.   The large double bed with
its satin cover and the twin bedside lamps that cast their shaded glow so
softly.

I was on my back, naked except for the coiled up panties looped around my
upper thighs.   My brown hair covered mons awaited her and she slowly, very
slowly kissed her way down to it.   I moaned quietly and tried to part my
legs for her.

Firm hands grasped the rolled up loop of my panties and they were drawn down
my legs to be tossed aside.   Defenceless now I was at her mercy.   I was
being spread, the cool evening air reaching the moist flesh of my sex.   I
shivered, not with cold, but with anticipation.

My hips lifted as she came down to me, seeking, the probing quicksilver of
her tongue, wanting giving.   A lightning bolt of sensation crashed up
through my brain as she made that first blinding contact.   My breathing
stopped and I think my heart did as well.   The touch dwelt for a second or
two then retreated before returning with equally mind blowing results.

I spread myself even wider and gave myself up to her.

She began to weave the spell she had over me yet again.   Little touches
here, little touches there until I was breathing deeply and staring with
sightless eyes at the ceiling above me.

I held her head in place, my palms cupping over her ears - guiding her to
the places that gave me the biggest thrills.   I groaned my pleasure and
heaved upwards.

This was definitely the kind of lovemaking that suited me.   No fears, no
domination and above all, no having to pander to male ego.   Here there was
a sense of being at one with this wonderful woman - an equal with identical
desires.   I could be myself, tell her what pleased me and what I wanted
most.   Jenny did her best to provide it too.

Her hands extended up my panting torso and pleasured my hard tipped breasts
with female tenderness and her face pressed in much closer.   The tingling
began to grow and get stronger by the second.   I writhed in response.

"Jenny.........darling" I gasped loudly.   I had to tell her how much I was
loving it.

Her blues met mine down the trembling length of my nudity and I could see
the fiery lust glinting brightly.   I was thoroughly turned on and the first
tremors of orgasm were starting deep in my brain.   Again I called her name.

My pubic bush, thick and wiry blotted out the lower part of her pretty face
as she delved so wonderfully deeply into me.  I shook and encouraged her
with my clutching hands.

She was in exactly the right place.   Lashing my clitoris as she was, I knew
that I wouldn't last long.   A climax so beautiful, was already threading
its way through me.   She sensed it and applied herself more earnestly,
closing her eyes to concentrate harder on me.

The pinnacle came, retreated and then came a second time making me grunt and
cry aloud with its intensity.   The room swirled and spun as I spasmed in
joy.

I was incoherent for several moments, breathing desperately and trying to
quell my fast beating heart.

"Are you ok darling" Jenny said from alongside me.   I managed a weak nod.

"Phew, that was something" she breathed.

"It's your turn now" I puffed, grabbing her and dragging her down underneath
me.   Her gorgeous blonde hair spread out on the pillows as I slithered
quickly down her body.   Her white, wonderfully shaped breasts pressed to my
face briefly and then I was on my way to that succulant flaxon covered mound
where I knew I would find the sweetest nectar.

I was right - she was already flooding and I lapped the honey-like dew
feverishly with my extended tongue.

For a long while she lay absolutely still, shielding her eyes with her
uplifted arms until I detected the slightest of pelvic responses.   Steadily
they became more pronounced each time.

I put all my love into it.   Nobody could have given more and I was
overjoyed when I eventually achieved an orgasm for her.   It was a long
rippling set of tremors that seemed to start mildly and then get
progressively stronger until she was red in the face.   I watched the
changes sweep across her beautiful face and the way her nipples went rock
hard and peaked.

"You know for a recent newcomer you're tremendously good" she sighed as she
closed her lithe legs and turned to hug me.

We kissed and embraced for a long time.   I was drinking in the warm perfume
of her shapely body.

That evening we went out for a meal.   To the same restaurant we had gone to
the first time.   I was surspised to see the same young teenage girl was our
waitress.   Jenny smiled at her and accepted the menu.

After taking our order she walked away and I watched as Jenny followed her
with her eyes.

"That young lass could do things for me" she said softly.

"She's not much older than some in my classes" I said.

"Yes, but she gives out all the right vibes.   The same as you do" Jenny
grinned.

The teenager stopped at the entrance to the kitchen and looked back at us.
I saw what Jenny meant.   There was definitely a glimmer of more than casual
interest.

"Now if I was alone I would try to get to know her a little better.   Talk
to her and find out things."

This woman was amazing - I had to admit.   She was a female predator
constantly on the lookout for new targets.   No wonder I had fallen into her
clutches.   Somehow though I did not look at it in that light.   She had
chosen me to be her lover and I had gone into the liaison with my eyes wide
open.   She had not forced me to sleep with her - I had opted for it.

"Do you think like that with every woman you meet?" I asked.

Jenny shook her head.   "No only the ones that I get this feeling about.
And that little miss is turning me on no end".

The teenager was walking back towards us.   Through the thin material of her
white blouse her bra was clearly visible and even I had to concede that she
had something about her.   Nice slender waist and just the right swing of
the hips to emphasise her womanhood.

Jenny caught me looking and smiled broadly at my discomfort at her knowing
what I was thinking.

"See" she said.   "Even you have picked up the signals".

The girl stopped beside our table and asked in a soft voice if our food was
to our liking.

"Very much so" Jenny replied.   "What is you name by the way?"

"Marie" the girl responded and I detected a hint of a blush on her pale
cheeks.

"Well Marie the food and service could not be better, I am pleased to say".
  The girl's smile widened and a deeper flush crept up her face.

Marie scampered away from our table probably fizzing with embarrassment.

"Speculation is naughty but very nice" Jenny beamed at me from across the
table.

"Honestly Jenny, you are the end.   There is no way you could possibly know
that that poor girl is thinking the same way as you do".

"Or you" Jenny chuckled softly.

It was my turn now to blush hotly.   With one phrase this woman had managed
to hit me with the one thing that would cause it.   My new found desire for
female love.

"Besides you didn't see the way she was having a good look at your boobs".
I blushed all the deeper.

Jenny didn't think I noticed her leaving an extremely generous tip along
with her business card on the table as we prepared to leave after we had
finished eating.   Was she expecting that youngster to have the guts to call
her?

Rain had started to fall lightly as we emerged from the restaurant.
Crossing the car park quickly we dived into the comfort of the car.   Jenny
was driving and I busied myself fastening my seatbelt.

"I wonder if she will call" she said, almost to herself.

"Who?"

"Marie" Jenny replied slipping the car into gear.   "I gave her enough
signals".

"I wouldn't hold your breath" I said.

"You took the bait and it wasn't a hard job".

She layed her hand on my leg.   For a moment I was tempted to move away from
her, to distance myself but something stopped me.   For all my reluctance
there was no doubt in my mind that we were going to end up in her bed again.
   Once more she would reduce me to a quivering wreck and squeeze every
orgasm she could out of me.   A tightness clamped around my chest making it
difficult to breathe.

"God I feel horny" she breathed.

I forgot about Marie and Jenny's obvious ambition to bed the young girl.
Memories flooded back of our times together and the usual heat began in me.
  I shifted on the car seat, sliding myself on the leather in an effort to
reach the demanding itch.   It merely made matters worse.

"Don't bother putting the lights on" she murmurred as we stepped into her
home.   "I know where I need to go by feel from here".

Suddenly I was in her arms and being embraced.   Buttons and zips came
unfastened at the speed of light and soon my naked breasts were being
nuzzled and kissed.   Everything was forgotten - the evening meal, her
flirting with the waitress and my taking offence at it.   All I wanted was
for her to want me and to take me.

I cannot remember us moving to her bedroom but suddenly there was the
softness of pillows under my head and she was doing it to me again.   I
gasped and called out to the ceiling as the desperate feelings began.   I
don't think anything or anyone could have withstood the skills she employed.

Visions entered my head of Jenny doing what she was doing to me with that
young girl and inspite of my reservations they trebled my excitement.
Would she be as helpless as me?   Would she be begging for more as I was
doing?

I screamed one last time and somehow I knew the answer to all my questions.
  Jenny could have any woman she wanted and they would do anything she
required of them.

Gasping and panting I sprawled out uncaring.   I was soaking wet and I was
sure that my heart was about to burst out of my straining chest.

The bed moved under me.   I was being left alone and that was the last thing
I wanted.

"Jenny" I called in a cracked hoarse voice.   "Where are you going?"

"Sshhh" she soothed me from a distance.   "I'm only going to the restaurant
to see Marie.   I'll be back in about half an hour".



Please write to me if you are enjoying this little account of my life.   I
do so love getting your views and ideas.

Sarah
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