Date: Sat, 17 Nov 2001 23:33:49 EST
From: Cancer33SS@aol.com
Subject: "Three is Never a Crowd"    Lesbian beginnings

I watched as she stepped down out of the plane. Her eyes sparkled like
glitter left behind on the dance floor of someone's party, but not hers. She
had a lost look in her eye. I greeted her with the smile I was paid to
deliver, and took the duffle bags out of her hands. I waved to Chuck as he
turned the cessna back down the runway. I got all kinds out here. People of
all genders, all races...all sorts of problems they were trying to extinguish
that the city life had put on their shoulders.
   It was a half mile trek back to my cabin. The whole idea of my package was
to get the individuals as far away from reality as I possibly could for the
week. I must be a glutton for punishment, because I have invited everyone's
problems into my home. I live here in the desolate area by choice, and I
found a way to make money by offering getaways to certain financially secure
parties. They come in couples, in groups, and sometimes alone like Michele
has chosen to do.
   She walked ahead of me. Her toned body showed no struggle at all as we
hiked up the inclines, and waded swiftly through the mountain stream. I tried
to remind myself that this is a business connection as I watched the muscles
in her shorts flex as she stepped up over fallen trees. I felt the heat in my
chest rise as she turned and paused in a small clearing. "Would you like some
water" she spoke out. She extended her canteen and I excepted with a  "thank
you." Some of the water trickled off of my lips and my heart skipped a beat
when she reached out to wipe it away with her hand. Her fingers were long.
Her hands looked very young for a woman of 38.
  Her hair was short, and brown. Cropped boldly, and highlighted with a soft
tint of blonde on the tips. Her eyes were very blue...very vivid. They seemed
to be marbled with gray streaks as the sun hit them thru the branches. I
watched attentively as she peeled her shirt off and exposed her muscular,
tanned shoulders. Left wearing a black sports bra, she tied her shirt around
her waist. I handed her water bottle back and we continued up the mountain.
   Michele didn't seem like a prude as some of the other women had before.
She seemed scorned...lost in pain...mad at life. I continued to follow her.
Wild thoughts flooded my head. I had never met anyone quite like her. She
seemed to captivate my whole being with very few words at all. I felt
absorbed as we started down the hill to my log cabin. I could see the smoke
rising out of the chimney. That was a good sign. My lover had made the place
comfortable and toastie for our newest guest.
   We walked in the room, and the familiar scent of cedar wood must have
captivated Michele. She smiled as Samantha greeted her, and gave a cheery
hug. I kissed Sam on the lips to let her know that all was well, and how much
I appreciated seeing her again. We showed Michele to her room. The guest room
was clean and homey. My Grandma's handmade quilt covered her bed, picking up
the blue wildflowers Sam had arranged in the vase on the night table. I
always found it amazing what Sam could do to set off the house with an all
wooden interior by adding nature's colors.
   We sat by the fire, the three of us, and made small talk. Michele adored
the idea of the way Sam and I lived so far from civilization. It always
intrigued me how the visitors noticed the small things that Sam and I got to
enjoy everyday. It seemed to make our surroundings feel all new again.
   The attraction between Michele and myself must have been obvious, because
as I laid down in bed Sam commented that I must be picking out the newcomers
now. With a big grin, as I kissed her goodnight, she whispered "this could
get interesting." I could barely sleep that first night knowing that the week
had just begun.
   Breakfast was quite enjoyable. Sam made her famous redeye gravy, grits,
huge biscuits, bacon, and accented the down-home layout with a platter of
fresh fruit. We all ate too much and I walked outside to have a cigarette.
The air was chilly and crisp. I could see the fog beginning to rise over the
tree tops. In the distance I could hear a buck scratching his rack against a
tree. I returned back inside after I finished the smoke to find two gorgeous
women finishing up the dishes.
   Michele settled on the couch with a book. I took Sam by the hand and led
her upstairs to our bedroom. Our sex life still seems to be very much alive.
She is the only person I had ever met that wanted it as much...as often as
me. She lifted her arms and I pulled her shirt up and off. Her braless mounds
were tipped off with erect nipples just inviting my tongue to explore.  I
finished undressing us both and lowered myself on the big rug by the bed. She
assumed to place her body on mine in a 69 position. I found her so wet for
me. I knew, without a doubt, that I too was drenched. We indulged in each
others glory, and as we came together, I pictured the three of us in an oiled
up mass in front of the fire...Me, Michele, and Sam.
   Sam and I took a sensual bath with water that we heated in a pot over the
fireplace upstairs. Our bathtub is antique, free standing, with claw feet.  I
love washing her body. I love to feel her body against mine under water. The
water is never as hot as I would like it to be, but it serves the purpose. I
towel dried us both and we dressed in cargo shorts and t shirts. I kissed her
passionately as she leaned over to tie her hiking boots.
   The plans for that particular day was for the two of them to hike to
"Voyeur Ridge" while I stayed back and split wood for the rest of the week.
Sam and I sat around a campfire the month we moved up here, drank bottles of
wine, and came up with fun names for the sites that we intended on listing in
our brochure. I really wanted to walk with them, but I thought it would give
the time to have feminine conversations and bond. Besides, it's no fun high
in the mountains when the cold evening dew falls with no fire.
   The 5 hours they were gone seemed like days. I busted the wood in a little
over an hour and killed some time skipping stones on the small pond out back.
The dog and I wrestled, I bird watched, I whittled a new pipe, washed some
clothes down on the rocks, hung them on the line, cut the vegetables for
dinner, went fishing, and still had time to settle back in the hammock with
a few beers. I dozed off. I dreamt that I was in a stream. I could see a
waterfall in the distance. I looked down the stream and Sam was splashing
around...laughing, and there was another female with her, but I didn't
recognize her face. Sam was calling my name. She sounded as if she were in a
cave.
   I opened my eyes to find 3 pair of eyes staring at me. Sam, Michele, and
"Dawg" were standing over me. Sam was whispering my name, and they were all
laughing. The dog even seemed to be grinning.  They explained how enjoyable
the hike was. Sam told me of new bear tracks on the lower streams, and
Michele seemed to be in love with the entire idea of living like "Swiss
Family Robinson." I went down to the pond, washed the nap from my face, and
headed inside to make dinner.
   I noticed the connection that the two lovely ladies had made on the hike.
It was kind of queer to see my lover of 4 years bonding with this cultivated
"big city" woman. They seemed to balance each other out, and me, well...I am
just me. My hair is quite long, and I have a sensitive, sometimes feminine,
romantic demeanor, with a sometimes rough, mountainistic quality. The three
of us sat down for dinner, but there was a new vibe in the air that night.
   The wood cook stove simmered the roast to a tender, succulent feast. With
a full stomach, I popped the cork on the champagne as we celebrated the start
of a tantalizing journey. I dropped small, fresh strawberries into the
crystal wine glasses, and filled them each to the brim. We drank two bottles
and started on the third.  I called it "the dessert of champions." I asked
Michele if she would like to play cards, and she told me that although she
never had time for games, that she would love to play. I went up stairs for
the deck and peeked down the stairs. I watched my lover run her hand
seductively up the leg of my precious guest. My clit throbbed as she leaned
over and kissed her lips. I laughed as I ran down the steps with an accepting
entrance. They both sat up quickly like they were in church.
   I sat down Indian style at the table as they lounged on the couch above me
on the other side. I told them to flip a coin to see who decided the game we
should play. Sam won the toss. As she hiccuped from the bubbly she laughed
out the words 'strip poker." We all were smiling. I felt like almost
slavelike as I looked up at two awesome bodies, two teeth filled grins, two
sets of perky breasts...two almost drunk, captivating...horny women.
   I won the first hand, of course, and they removed their shirts with no
inhibitions. By this time we were drinking shots of Southern Comfort. I
laughed out heartily at the face they made each time they shed a piece of
clothing and swallowed down the losing shot of liquor. At other times, I
relished in the passion that danced in their eyes as they flirted. I was down
to my pink, silk boxers, my bra, and my socks. Michele was down to her white
cotton panties, and her socks. Her beautiful breasts bounced every time she
laughed. Sam was down to her socks.  Every time she leaned over for her
cards, her legs spread apart slightly revealing her inner folds. Her juice
glistened in the firelight.
   I called out "winner takes all" and dealt the final hand. I knew that the
winner would get no more, or no less than the loser as I passed out the
cards. Michele lost. I lost. I removed the remainder of my clothes and walked
around to where Michele sat. I leaned over her, my breast falling against her
shoulder, and passionately kissed Sam. Then I put my focus back on Michele. I
held out my hand and she took it with a look of raw, passive desire in her
eyes. She stood up in front of me. I put my hand on her hip to balance her.
When she regained composure, I knelt down in front of her. Her scent was
musky, but inviting thru her panties. Sam looked on with a glance of
acceptance. I lowered the panties down to find a hard, erect clit staring me
in the face. I reached behind her, grabbing handfuls of the same fine ass I
admired when I hiked her thru the woods, and pulled her close to my wanting
mouth.
   I licked for several minutes indulging in her womanhood. I looked over at
Sam and she was pinching her tanned nipples. I asked her to go upstairs and
get the baby oil. She quickly jumped to her feet and bounced up the stairway.
Returning quickly, she handed me the bottle with a look of complete eager
destiny in her eye...hunger. I handed Michele the bottle, and I stepped over
and sat down in my favorite brown, overstuffed chair. I lit a cigarette. They
both looked my way awaiting instructions. "Massage her" I ordered out, in a
raspy, sex filled tone.
   I watched as Michele poured the oil out in her hands. The way she heated
the liquid in her palms by friction...the way she lusted over my lovers body.
She began applying the oil. I watched how Sam's thighs trembled in the fire's
glow...as the oil covered hands slid erotically over her body...the way her
thighs spread as Michele touched areas close to her drenched crotch.
   I then told Sam to take the bottle. She seemed almost disappointed to take
a break from Michele's heat filled, directional fingers. She obeyed. I
watched again in amazement as my lover stroked a foreign body. I felt nectar
ooze from my aching tunnel. They kissed with long licks from their tongues.
It was evident that they wanted each other, and they gave spontaneous glances
over to me to make sure I stayed happy. They both approached me like shy
playmates approaching a new friend on the playground in elementary school.
The innocent, yet desirous looks made my knees weak. Four hands massaged
every inch of my body. I spread my thighs and Michele lowered her mouth on
me. My back arched as she slid a finger inside of my steaming cavern. Her
tongue flicked on me as Sam rubbed her oil coated boobs on my face. It was as
I imagined heaven would be like.
   My body shuddered into a mind blowing orgasm almost instantly. I commanded
Sam, in a desperate, yet calmed tone, to get the strap on from the bathroom
closet. I asked her to put it on. I watched as her exotic profile returned
from the shadows. The fire causing her outline on the cabin walls...my toy
protruding from her feminine body...it made me shake from anticipation. I
told them to place themselves in front of the hearth on the
cushions...Michele on all fours...Sam squatting behind her. I watched as Sam
lowered herself in entrance position...the tip of her fake dick sliding
inside. Michele moaned out as she slide the entire length deep inside. I
could see the folds spreading as she moved in and out slowly. Michele buried
her head in the pillow as Sam got fasted and faster. Two oiled bodies fucking
like animals...the slap and suck of oiled ass on oiled thighs. I reached down
and circled my clit with my index finger. Moans echoed off of the cabin walls
as Michele came...as we came together. Now it was Sam's turn. She knew it was
her turn. She had worked hard for it.
   I snapped the leather straps around my waist, and ordered Sam to lie on
her back. Michele instantly moved around and positioned her crotch over her
face...looking straight into my eyes. I leaned down guiding the dildo into
Sam's swollen pussy. With one thrust I filled her up. All of our bodies
shining with the oil shimmer as the logs crackled. I fucked her so deep, so
fast...her body bucking against mine...Michele's body humping against Sam's
mouth...the back of the toy hitting against my clit. I think I was the first
one to moan out, and then two sexed filled vocals screamed out in chorus with
me. Three female voices...three female oiled bodies....fucking in a cabin in
the wilderness.
   We spent the next 6 days making "three girl" love and licking by the
lake... on fallen trees, on the porch, in the hammock... I don't think that
whatever was bothering Michele will be much of a problem when she returns to
work on Monday. I could see the look of envy in Chuck's face as we all three
kissed good-bye, and I could see the look of fulfillment in Michele's
beautiful eyes as she boarded the plane out.

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