Date: Sat, 31 Jul 2004 17:06:48 +0000 From: rjw148@hotmail.com Subject: Twilight This is only my second attempt at writing so please do not be too harsh on me. If you should want to comment please make sure you include the title "Twilight" in your email. I look forward to hearing from you. "Twilight" I never thought it would be easy to get Joanne out of my system. It had been a year and a few odd weeks since we had parted and I was beginning to put my destroyed and shattered life back together. For the two delirious years I had been with her nobody else had existed for me. I had not so much as looked at another female in all that time. She filled my every waking hour and some of my sleeping one's as well with her presence. It was as though she was part of me. Two hearts beating as one you might say. Now with my heart broken and psychologically disillusioned by her treachery, I had shut myself away from everyone. I had deliberately severed contact with practically all family and close friends. Not that I had that many anyway, other than her. I didn't need them while she was part of my life. On the surface Joanne and I were so well suited. We shared so much together. A common love of good music and an even bigger love of food had dominated our time with each other but it had all been blown apart that fateful April evening when I had let myself into her flat with my own key. I was not supposed to be there, at least not at that particular time. I should have been at my regular evening classes but our course tutor was ill and unexpectedly we had been sent home. The small warm cosy flat she owned seemed deserted and empty with only the hall and lounge lights on. I quickly looked around and called her name. Joanne had come in a rush from the direction of her bedroom at my third call, looking extremely flustered and guilty, wearing nothing more than the tiniest pair of black hipster panties. Her normally immaculately styled blonde hair was all over the place and there was a large angry fresh looking love bite on the curve of her bare left breast. Against the white flesh it stood out starkly, a mocking symbol that haunts me still. I was momentarily baffled by her seemingly embarrassed appearance and the fact that she was almost naked. I know we have become accustomed to being naked and extremely intimate with each other but this appeared to be different. So why did she appear on this occasion to be ashamed of her nakedness. My opening words of cheery greeting choked in my throat as I heard the sound of another voice calling to her from the darkened room she had just emerged from. It was a distinctive voice I knew, and had known, for a long time. The Northern accent and unmistakable whining tone could belong to none other than Pamela. A butch crew cut blonde woman who I was well aware had been after my Joanne for months. The shock and pain of understanding must have shown on my face because Joanne's flushed features at first froze and then crumpled. I saw tears well up in her big brown eyes. She cast a guilty glance at the only partly closed door to her room and then fearfully backed away from me until her back was against the wall. Her cupid bow lips, blurred and with smudged lipstick worked, but no words came out. They didn't need to. I wasn't entirely stupid. I could see clearly what had been going on. Her unfaithfulness and betrayal pierced me like a knife twisting in my gut. The pain was instant and overwhelming, like nothing I had ever experienced before. I must have gaped at her inanely for several confused seconds, then somehow I got the front door of the flat open and stumbled blindly for the stairs. Echoing behind me I could hear Joanne calling to me and that other harsh voice in turn calling Joanne's name. I made it at a stumbling run to my parked car, and in the darkness sat behind the steering wheel sobbing my heart out. The pain and humiliation were unbearable. Joanne had meant everything to me, she was my world and now, in the space of a few terrible fatal seconds, I had nothing. How could she be so uncaring and stupidly selfish as to get mixed up with that cow Pamela of all women. I thought we meant more to each other than that. Tears blurred my vision and running mascara streaked my face as I drove the five miles to my home. I remember no distinct details of that journey save the abject misery that gripped me like a vice. It was as if my beloved Joanne had suddenly died and I was left alone to grieve. The house was cold and un-welcoming when I shut the door behind me and leaned weakly against the wall in the hallway. A hundred crazy thoughts and memories raced through my mind one after the other. Thoughts that welled up and overcame me. We had meant so much to each other so how could she have done such a thing. She had sworn a hundred times that she loved me. The sight of her white terry cloth bath robe hanging from the hook on the bedroom door, and her assorted bits of make up and bottles of perfume on my dressing table taunted me. The vision of her smiling up at me with that robe carelessly dropping open to the waist, showing the ripe fullness of her gorgeous breasts, after we had spent hours making love so fantastically in my bed, burned through my mind. I never tired of looking at her. How could anyone tire of such a beauty as she possessed. The shrill tone of the telephone ringing startled me. In my numb state I stared at it for long moments, certain that the caller had to be her. But there was no way I wanted, or could, speak to her after this. If she fancied that peroxide blonde bitch before me than she was welcome to her. There was an eerie silence when the phone stopped ringing. The type of quietness that creeps through you and you imagine you can still hear it. Dejectedly I stared numbly at the phone wanting to rip it from the socket. After a while an intense anger began to replace the pain I was feeling. I went methodically from room to room searching for items that belonged to her and throwing them untidily into a case intending to send it to her flat as a parting shot. I was pulled up short when I came upon the pair of pink diaphanous panties tucked un-noticed beneath the foot of my bed. She had been wearing them the last time she had stayed with me only a couple of nights ago and I could plainly remember having the lovely task of taking them off her. They hung limply from my fingers not looking at all as they did when she was inside them. I crumpled them into a ball and pressed them to my nose and mouth. Her distinctive fragrance still lingered on them and my poor heart was breaking. I vividly recalled the way she had been that night. The ardency and feverish eagerness she had shown for our love-making was as usual but there was an edge, a sharpness to her demands, that had me loving her all the more. It's like that I suppose. At certain of the monthly cycle we both tended to be far more aggressive than normal. That particular evening it had been her turn to be insatiable and demanding though I was pleased and went along with it willingly. Now standing there in the middle of my bedroom in my turquoise shell suit I became morosely despondent. Gone forever were the thousand little intimacies we shared, the gentle caring feminine love that had stepped over the bounds of normality. I know there is an ugly descriptive word some use for people like Joanne and myself but I had never been able to bring myself to say it. Our love had been too pure for a single word to describe it anyway. It was the meeting and joining of two souls as well as bodies. The phone rang again but I ignored it. This time the answering machine clicked in and I heard her familiar, but distressed, voice speaking to the tape. "Call me Susan. Please call me. I want to explain". The phone shut off and I sat staring at where her voice had come from. How many times had I heard her say that frantic begging word "Please" when she had been at the height of her excitement and on the verge of a noisy and intense orgasm that would leave her weak, trembling and satisfied. And how she often used the word along with a great many more very explicit ones to urge me on. Pamela would be the one hearing those same words I had no doubt. Words that wrench to the very core of your soul as you couldn't help peaking simultaneously with her. Joanne's orgasms had a kind of infectious quality to them. It would be that blonde spiky hair that Joanne would be running her fingers through and moaning so helplessly. The phone rang a further three times before I collapsed unhappily into my bed. It seemed so big and empty without her sweet body there beside me with her lips nibbling at my ear. How can you get someone like her out of your life and remain sane? Twisting and turning, I hardly slept a wink that night. The long hours of darkness closed in on me making the ache in my heart all the more real. My preference for other woman must be written in my genes. It had never occurred to me to be a perverted act in any way. Joanne was not the only one I had been with though I must say it is very difficult to establish our kind of relationship without risking being ridiculed. One has to be so certain that the object of your affections reciprocates those feelings to the extent of moving into the physical acts of love- making. Woman is not a natural predator in the sexual stakes. Some like to think they are more of the prey, being hunted by sexually dominant males. My preferences fell somewhere in the middle of these. If I saw a female who interested me then I was forced by some inner basic instinct to want to have sex with her. Most of the time it was fruitless when it was discovered that the object of my desires had not the slightest inclination of sharing my passion. Indeed it more than often happened that the woman I desired was happily engaged in a perfectly normal relationship with a man. I cried off sick from work for the next three days, faking a bout of flu. There was no way I was going into a classroom full of thirteen year olds the way I felt. Better to stay locked away on my own and nurse my misery alone. I was not ready to face the stark normality of the wide world. My long term, highly sexual liaison with Joanne was a closely guarded secret from friends and colleagues at the school. Understanding and sympathy would have been heaped on someone whose marriage had disintegrated but in my position I would have been scorned and ridiculed. The thought didn't lessen the abject misery and pain I felt. My calling a cab and sending the case full of her personal items to her flat must have convinced her that we were at an end, for the pleading pathetic phone calls stopped. I did keep those fragrant tiny pink panties though. If nothing else, they served as a reminder of the many hours we had spent in each others arms. Over the long ensuing twelve months the heartache gradually grew less and I decided that I needed a break. Work was a good pain killer and I threw myself into it with my whole heart. Teaching and involvement in school life was my safety valve until the summer arrived. Going around the travel agents and collecting a mass of brochures was great fun. Then came the problem of making decision of where to actually go for my break. Somewhere sunny and warm beckoned. I treated myself to the much needed holiday to Greece, little suspecting that I was about to meet the attractive female of my dreams. At the time I thought I might be on the rebound and diving into something that was not a good thing but it wasn't long before my hormones began to get the better of me. The startling similarity of this girl courier to my very first love, darling Ginny, was remarkable. The same firm high breasts, narrow waist and tanned classic Latin face. Laughing dancing sparkling eyes that could convey almost a whole conversation with out her having to actually speak. My last two years at school with Ginny, before going onto college, had been idyllic for both of us. There had been one or two unkind comments about our being wrapped up so completely with each other but we had chosen to ignore them and in time had ridden above it. What these critics did not see was the total commitment we had to each other. Her thoughts were mine, our teenage blossoming bodies each others. Our extremely passionate, if a bit experimental, lovemaking had been wild and carefree. During that time I really thought that we were the only two females in the world to be in love. Nobody else could possibly have known the sheer delight we saw in each other and the frantic moments that steadily got better as the weeks and months went by. Our expertise and techniques must have improved with time until the orgasms became so exhilarating that all thoughts of the unusualness of our relationship were lost or pushed into the background. We knew each others youthful blossoming body as well as we knew our own. There was a closeness, a linking of schoolgirl's minds, that defied the norms. Each of us was aware of the thoughts of the other in an uncanny way right down to the unspoken desire to share our most private of dreams. That was in the dim distant past though. The journey to the airport, the flight and subsequent transfer to the hotel were uneventful and I soon settled into a much needed leisurely routine. Nearing the end of the planned two weeks of my holiday in Greece, the alluring Anita had restored some of my self respect and willingness to accept another woman's caresses. Not that our budding relationship had aspired to that level at the time. Anita was so good for me. The petite Ginny look alike, who hailed from a village a few miles outside of Bath, wore her mane of dark lush hair tied in a very practical pony tail. In very subtle ways she gave me the strongest vibes that she was interested in me from the first day, as if she had, by some strange inner sixth, sense fathomed out my unhappiness and the reason for it. There was no way you could describe her as mannish or butch. The lovely Anita was exactly the opposite in fact. Long lingering glances and wistful smiles from her soon sent my deadened senses into a kind of overdrive. Each day brought some new aspect of her I did not know existed and what started as a simple holiday friendship began to blossom into something a lot more serious. I would look forward each morning to seeing her going about her work in the entrance hall of the hotel if only to get one of her beaming smiles and those bright eyes turned in my direction as she dealt with the numerous inquiries that a group of holiday makers can generate. Vaguely I felt envious of them for having so much of her precious time and attention. During the daytime hours she was always dressed in her smart official courier's uniform and I found the starched white cotton blouse and navy skirt enchanting. In the evening though, when she was relaxed, you couldn't distinguish her from any other holiday maker. A shared mutual interest in ancient Greek historical sites soon bonded us closer together. Kindly she drove me to the more remote places in her tiny red Fiat car. I looked forward to those days spent alone with her even if the daytime temperatures threatened to roast us alive. It's amazing how the most casual of friendships can often grow in a very short time into something much deeper and meaningful. One day, towards the end of my second week, she whispered, "Why don't you stay on at least for another week. I can fix it with the hotel and changing your flight tickets will be easy". I must confess that by this time we had shared a few snatched, much more intimate moments but I had always abruptly cut it short of going to bed with her. A stolen hug and kiss when strolling along a moonlit beach late at night away from the hordes of other hotel guests does not constitute an affair in my book, but I began to suspect, that this small exceedingly attractive girl with the laughing sparkling grey eyes, pert little breasts and slim shapely legs was silently determined that was where we would end up. I was of course highly flattered that she wanted me in that way. Ours is the type of life style where it is impossible to come right out and say what you are thinking and needing. Convention forces us onto the back foot and makes us take things slowly for fear of giving offence. Walking arm in arm with her, though innocent enough, awakened that temporarily dormant longing I had for another human being. Most probably she was the only other female in that area who seemingly shared my thoughts. The tinkling sound of her soft laughter and the accidental brush of her long hair as we drew ever closer and intimate had my head spinning. Not since the early days of my affair with Joanne had there been this rare and burning excitement. My body was alive and ready for Anita long before any caress from her could turn my core to liquid. The night I finally let my last defences down was unbelievable. It wasn't the same deep love that I had shared with Joanne, but with the bright moon casting it's silvery beams across my bed, we shared and gave of our femininity to the full. We did everything and some things I had never heard of, in those long tender hours. She might have been small in build but with me she was an untameable tiger that night. The old cravings came rushing back to me as we writhed totally nude from one side of the bed to the other, locked in an embrace that sent my temperature and pulse racing. Sweet little Anita, like me, was hungry for it. The seduction, if that is what you could call it, that night started in the bar of the hotel when she wandered in and took a stool alongside me. After I caught the barman's attention I ordered her favourite drink. Then for a few moments we listened to the piped music that is always a feature of this type of bar. Being with her was sufficient. She leaned close so that her perfume washed over me and whispered that I looked gorgeous. If she was trying to flatter me it was working. The colour of my cheeks grew warmer. The gaiety and laughter that was normally present in her manner, had gone out of her eyes and I knew, with a rising sense of panic that she was deadly serious. She wanted me with every fibre of her being. Pretending to replace a lock of my fair hair that had fallen loose, her fingertips brushed down my neck and a sudden shiver of expectancy ran through me. It was a spontaneous reaction that she was quick to spot. "I'm pleased you're staying on for another week" she murmured. "I want more of you than one moonlight walk on the beach". I felt my cheeks blush even stronger along with the soaring rise in my blood pressure. I cast a nervous glance at where the bartender was serving another guest only a few feet away, fearing that he might have overheard. "We could be so good for each other in so many ways" she whispered. "Just you and I, and the whole night ahead of us". Her light persuasive fingertips trailing down my bare arm from shoulder to wrist had my desires flaring even more. Her steady unwavering gaze held mine for what seemed an eternity, seeking the answer to the vital question that even at that late time she could not ask outright. Although she was sufficiently sure that night of her ground with me and more importantly, my vulnerability. She loved women the same as me but couldn't or wouldn't dare say it aloud. "You do want the same thing as me, don't you Susan? I can see it in the way you look at me". We were merely inches apart, near enough for me to feel the heat of her at my shoulder. With a super human effort I tore my gaze away from her eyes. What I could see there frightened the life out of me and made my heart beat so fast that my head was spinning. Why was I acting so stupidly? I was accustomed to loving another woman so the fact that I was extremely attracted to her should hold no fears. Yet here I was wavering and delaying the fateful admission. Besides to any outsider we were just a pair of women sharing some private gossip. To gain time and to hide my confusion, I raised my drink to my lips and sipped. Anita was taking all the risks by even saying as much as she had done. I could at least meet her half way I thought. I could do nothing more but give in to my physical needs and weakly nod my head. Our darkest half hidden secret had been spoken, put into words at last. We had admitted that we wanted each other. It was a burdensome weight lifted from my shoulders. We had admitted to each other our hopes and desires. All that was left now was the final and most important part. "We need to be alone. I'm dying to kiss you. Go up to your room and I will come to you", she said quietly but with such authority that argument was futile. The quaking trembling that I used to love so much when I was with Joanne made me lean against the coolness of the bar counter for support. The mixture of anticipation and our very special kind of sexual desire were blazing strongly in me. Under my dress my bra suddenly was two sizes too small for me and flattened my peaked nipples with a faint agony of longing. Lower down my thin panties glued themselves to my tender flesh. Looking at her face again I saw the burning desire flash in her eyes. There was no disguising it. Every cell in my body suddenly became fluid. Anita was the same as I, boiling over. I nodded again and rose to my feet alongside her. For a brief moment her hand covered mine on the bar. "Leave your door unlocked" she whispered. I knew her burning eyes were following me as I walked with hips swinging from the bar and the old exciting tingle was back in me. My whole being was vibrantly alive and every nerve was jangling. The foyer of the hotel was empty save for the dark swarthy night porter as I crossed to the lifts. He raised his head from the newspaper he was reading and gave me a slight nod of his head. It was as if he was saying "go for it girl - you don't get many chances like this". The interior of the small lift was stiflingly hot. I felt the sweat break out on my skin and a tickling trickle of it as it coursed down my cleavage. I was floating on cloud nine as my high heels tapped along the empty tiled corridor that led to my room. Each step made me more aware of the wetness between my legs. At this time of the evening most of the other guests were either enjoying their dinner or like myself making use of the bar. I deliberately left the room in darkness while I waited for her. The extravagantly expensive white satin dress I wore that night clung to my waist and hips giving an emphasized accent to my sensuality and across the room I caught sight of my ghostly outline in the dressing mirror. It was the type of revealing dress that I would not normally have considered buying but a premonition must have told me that tonight was going to be something very special. Even so there was a nervous tension within me much akin to that which a virgin bride feels on her wedding day. To communicate on the level the bewitching Anita and I were about to, carries its own peculiar brand of excitement. I suppose it's not really the fear of the unknown, but apprehension of commitment to another person. What if things go disastrously wrong and we find out that we are not suited to each other? What if she didn't like my body? The possibilities were too dreadful to contemplate. With Joanne that was unthinkable. Right from the outset of our friendship, before we became sexually involved, the little blonde had left me in no doubt that she thought I was stunning. Her lustful references to the size of my bust and what she would love to do with it still ran around in my head. I remembered the looks she gave me in those early, uncommitted days of our association. At first I had been un-nerved by them, scared almost, but once she had me undressed the trepidation fell away along with my inhibitions. She had the ability to turn me into a panting gasping wreck in no time flat. There was hardly a whisper of sound, only a slight movement of the still evening air, when the door of my room opened and then closed. The dim light from the corridor lit up the room for a second or two and then the gloom returned. For long moments I could not make myself turn to face her though I sensed Anita was there, standing close to me. In the full-length mirror I saw a shadowy figure, indistinct and without features move closer. Anita, wearing a short thigh length silk kimono style robe and with her small bare feet, made scarcely a sound when she stepped nearer to me. I turned and without a murmur she walked straight into my waiting outstretched arms. The warm scent of her body hit me like a sledgehammer. Of course I had been close to her before but with my expectations running as high as they were, I was a little unprepared. My knees were shaking as we first of all embraced and then kissed in the semi darkness. Briefly I wanted to sweep her into my arms and devour her but the embrace we were sharing was too good. Under the short gown she wore I had a strong suspicion that she was already naked. In the gloomy light from the street lamps outside, which our eyes were becoming accustomed to, I let her undress me. Save for our shallow breathing and the faint rustling there was not another sound in the stillness. Her dainty nimble fingers worked swiftly, unbuttoning, unclipping and guiding silky feminine clothing from my skin with a speed that gave me no chance. With removal of each garment she stopped to kiss me again. The kisses got deeper and more exhilarating as they went on. Neither of us needed to speak. We both knew what the outcome was going to be. At last, when I was totally nude she stopped, looked at me and smiled. "I knew you would be absolutely perfect" she breathed in a hushed awe struck voice as her sweet face pressed into the deep valley between my bared breasts. Her moist lips closed on my skin, teasing lingeringly over the taut pouting nipples, making me catch my breath and want to cry out. It had been a long time since anyone had touched me in this way and my legs fluttered even more in their weakness. Somehow though, I kept myself upright. There was the localised coolness of saliva on my skin as her open mouth trailed from one breast to the other. Nervously I waited, wanting, needing. I was so aroused that my nipples ached with their stiffness and he flickering tongue and lips was hardly making it any better. For a few seconds my hands stayed limply at my sides and then I lifted them to her shoulders. How delicate and frail she felt - like a small child. The silk robe she wore fell open at the slightest touch of my trembling hands and her nudity, so vitally different to Joanne, was mine. Smaller firmer breasts with erected tips like succulent ripe fruit grazed across mine and in that instant I knew that we were right together. Our raging internal quivering was matching each other. Attuned physically and emotionally there could be no doubt that we were made for each other. She sighed and pressed herself to me. It was happening for us. An indefinable something was gelling between us in just the way I had prayed for. Her delicate lips found once again the thrusting firmness of my nipples and I almost sank to the floor as my legs went weak. On the coolness of my large white sheeted bed, illuminated by the silvery gleam of the moon through the open window, she leaned over me and kissed me deeply with far greater sexual hunger than had been in our stolen kisses on the beach. In comparison those stolen moments had been virginal and chaste. Now there was a quickly spreading fire and raw desire present between us, and it was speedily turning my insides to jelly. A familiar itching throbbing grew between my legs where I longed for her to touch me, ravish me. Hands roamed testing, finding and exploring each other. Intertwined we were one. Thigh touched thigh, brushed, pressed and then retreated to make room for hands and fingers. I stifled a cry by burying my face into her slender neck and my fingers tested the moistness of her sex. She sighed deeply and pressed closer, trapping my hand and arm. The adorable sex between her legs she offered to me was tighter, more excitingly agile and alive than I had come across on a woman before. The wispy fine curls of hair growing around it and on her lower belly were soft and like a springy cushion to my hand. And, I quickly discovered for myself, that she was, as I definitely was, already dampened with the down flowing dew of feminine excitement. In fact my glands were in free fall, drenching the pink folds and her questing fingers as they had never before. "I've wanted to be with you like this for ages" she admitted with another deep trembling sigh. "But you always chose to play hard to get and stayed away from me". "I had to be sure......." I paused lamely. "I had to be sure that we are right for each other". She rasped her quicksilver tongue and lips over and around my nipple making a huge shuddering quaking shake my soft flesh. Her lips closed and I was being gently tugged into spiked super sensitivity. My breasts and indeed the rest of me was hers to do with what she wanted. "Oh I'm sure we are" she whispered from where her attractive face was buried between my by now highly responsive breasts. "And by the end of tonight you will be too, my darling". Her words were muffled as her divine lips trailed further down my trembling very much alive nude body, kissing and caressing me a hundred times in a hundred different places. At my deeply indented navel she paused and probed deeply with the point of her tongue. My fluttering belly pulled in sharply at the tickling torment. Further down my sex was waiting and aching impatiently for her touch. I held my breath, not daring to exhale, as her mouth got to my broad fair triangle and her small hand stroked slowly up the inner curve of my jerking thigh. Unconsciously my body was making her a present of itself, willing and praying for her to give me those wonderful intimate touches that can only be exchanged from one woman to another. And the small girl did not disappoint me one iota. I was an onlooker, a bystander with my bemused head raised and propped on pillows as her fingertips and then her tongue delved with feather light care into me. I imagined the thumping of my excited heart could be heard from anywhere in that quiet room. My breath was trapped in my chest, held fast as my body waited. The first warm wet touch of her tongue would seal my fate. I was on fire and getting hotter and more passionate by the second. This joint act of giving, receiving and sharing is part of the beauty of our strange brand of sex The gentle, fleetingly light brushing of satin skin on skin and the attuned minds joining surmounts anything else. No domination of one person over the other is needed. We accepted each other's caresses gladly as equals. My hands sought out the ivory smoothness of her arms and shoulders, seeking to guide her and lead her. There was no need though. Anita was way ahead of me and silently began paying homage to my altar of love. I shook and heaved, lost in the beauty of the caresses she was lavishing on my aching, burning flesh. With Anita the slippery, often unpredictable sloping climb to my climax was wondrously and astoundingly quick. Staring with wide dreamy eyes at the dim ceiling above us I shivered, heaved and shook with my wide hips dancing up and down and from side to side as she knelt low to reach me. The electric tension that normally took ages to build in me was there from the start, swelling in ever increasing rolling waves of mounting sensation. My white separated thighs, almost pointing in abandonment to opposite points of the compass lent their power to the caresses she tortured me with. I was quickly in that intoxicating trance like state where the whole world consisted entirely of her flickering tongue and lips. I found it impossible to hold anything back from her. We were joined as only two people can be. I panted, gasped and moaned my pleasure to the ceiling and clutched desperately at her naked shoulders between my legs. Rotating and twisting her quicksilver tongue along my wide, open sex brought louder responses from my taut throat. Anita was buried as deeply as she could be into me and driving me further into oblivion. Her feather light fingertips held my sex open like the pages of a book. The huge tidal wave of my sexual climax began to roll through me and for a split second I wanted to close my legs, to protect myself, but her bending form prevented it. I was thankfully and deliciously doomed to give her everything. A hand, small but strong, slipped easily in under my buttocks and urged me higher from the softness of the mattress. Unable to resist I went along with it and groaned my delight when her whole mouth clamped fiercely over my sex. In the poor light our eyes locked over the flaxen tufts of my pubic hair. My long lasting troubles and woes fell away from me, Joanne, Pamela, everything. I had given in to wonderful Anita and now she was possessing my gyrating sex completely. I was wondrously, joyously alive again with all the sensations of my first impending orgasm trembling through me. Once again in the slanting moonlight, when I peered down the heaving length of my naked torso, I could see her eyes, bright and shining, watching my shaking, hard tipped breasts and between them, my concerned face. She knew exactly what she was doing to me and how I needed it. Teetering on the edge of the bottomless abyss that would swallow me and give me the release I prayed for, I grabbed handfuls of bed sheet in white knuckled hands. Only brief glorious seconds separated me from those beautiful mind blowing moments when the world would become mine and I would give her my orgasm. It was already pounding deep within me, vibrating the whole length of my spinal column up to my brain. Every part of me was alive as never before I was beside myself, writhing, twisting rapturously, and calling her name again and again into the darkness. I was aware that my limbs were moving, lifting me to the spring board from which I was about to plunge. She didn't rest or leave me for a second. My racing heart was beating and thumping in my chest and breathing was difficult but I didn't want her to stop. Savagely, and without any thought of my hurting her, I ground my seething sex to her constantly moving lips. The peak was fast approaching and I was losing all reason. Spinning wildly my mind lost itself in the delirious inferno of coming. Sobbing with hysteria and crying I let it wash through and over me in never ending waves and bolts of mental lightning crashed into my reeling brain. My hips danced up and down, sliding the open maw of my sex against her ravaging tongue and I locked my hands around her head to hold her to me with a force that pressed her into my sex so satisfyingly. Slowly it faded leaving me in that swimming golden glow when troubles are forgotten and the sense of well being is so tremendous. Sweet little Anita had given me the greatest pleasure that one human can give another. I drew her up with hands that still shook uncontrollably from the widely spaced very wet arch of my thighs to rest on my breasts and wrapped my arms around her silken nakedness. She too was, like me, breathing hard, and there was a trembling shaking raging through her. Ignoring the sweet aroma of my own body on her skin I tenderly placed my mouth on hers and kissed her deeply. Her arms coiled around my neck and I felt her hard pointed breasts crush to mine. I knew that I had to make her feel the same heady satisfaction that I had just been consumed by. Her smaller more compact body, more in keeping with a teenager, was more than ready for me. I tasted her lips again and then lowered my face to those charmingly firm pert little breasts. She rolled willingly onto her side facing me and then at a slight pressure from my hand onto her back. Lit by the full moon from the window she looked truly magnificent. In a silent unspoken plea the flower of her sex opened to me, it's puffy soft folds peeling apart like the petals of an exotic tropical plant. The transformation that took place on her pretty face was just visible in the dim light. The stern concentration of her high arousal changed quickly to surrendering meekness and then to open mouthed pleasure as my tongue dipped. A sharp fluttering intake of breath and the rise of her dark triangular mound as she tensed, signalled to me her soaring desire. And I wasn't about to make her wait a minute longer Each time I caressed the open gash of her charming sex the shallow curve of her belly drew in and her supple spine bowed to offer up the prize that I sought. Silently I prayed that the pleasure I was trying to give her would be the same as she had given me. Anita's agitated fingers came down near my face and delicately drew aside the sweet scented curtains of her sex to expose to me the secret hooded morsel that we both knew would heighten her passion. She heaved violently upwards and grunted her approval at the first of a thousand brushing caresses I gave her. Those gasping grunts and heaves got progressively stronger and louder over the next ten minutes until the end of one joined to the beginning of the next. I was sure then that I was going to bring her to total satisfaction. I closed my eyes and went along with her. I wanted in those moments, to bury myself inside her dancing constantly mobile sex. I wasn't entirely sure where one orgasm ended for her and the next began. She floated from one to the next with hardly a break. She might have been a small woman but she had an outsize appetite that I was only too pleased to help quench. Tranquil normality returned some time later when we lay coiled around each other. The turmoil and joy of our separate comings were behind us and in the calm aftermath we lay talking intimately. "Are you more sure of me now?" she asked. I nodded mutely, spreading myself out practically on top of her smaller form. Anita was so different in so many ways to the faithless Joanne. My departed deceiving lover had been a great deal more masculine and aggressively rough but this girl was much, as I was, feminine. At times, when Joanne and I were together, I used to think that she was trying to turn my sex inside out when we made love. I would often leave her bed after a night with her, worrying that I had been more abused than loved. There was a beautiful serenity about being with Anita. I felt safe and yet highly charged with the special sexuality which we shared. Outsiders who do not understand, call us names like queers, lezzies and worse, but our affection for each other brought about the sex, not the other way around. This emotion runs deep. Our union in that dim hotel bedroom forged bonds much stronger than a lot of so called normal relationships. In the cold light of day the next morning would I look upon this as a thing to be forgotten? Would I be ashamed of wanting Anita and the comforting happiness she gave me? I had needed her and she me. Our going to bed together should, if anything, draw us closer to one another. It wasn't the way I feared at all. The early morning sun slanting through the window of my room fell across her slender naked body like a bright spot light. It threw into stark relief the shadows and the curves of her tremendously attractive figure and I knew that I could never be ashamed of being with this girl. She lay flat on her stomach with her head turned in my direction. Her flattened breast nearest to me was rounded with the coral coloured nipple just visible. As if sensing my close scrutiny, her sleepy eyes flickered open. A small smile of greeting lifted the corners of her soft mouth. "Hi" she murmured huskily without moving a muscle other than to run her small pink tongue across he lower lip. Our faces were inches apart on the crumpled pillows with her flowing hair cascading between us. In the frenzy of our love making the night before I hadn't noticed that she had undone her pony tail, letting her tresses hang loose. "You're even more damned beautiful in the sunlight" she said, her voice thick and heavy with sleep. A sudden desire swept through me for her to kiss my breasts as she had done last night and I felt my nipples stiffen. Across the span of her bare back was the white strip left without tan by the bra of her swimsuit and a similar white strip stretched across her firm buttocks. The rest of her glorious body was a beautiful golden tint. Compared to my complete English anaemic whiteness she was absolutely gorgeous and I told her so. She shook her locks from her eyes and smiled at me. "You're biased" she whispered. "Besides your whiteness makes you look like an innocent bride". She smoothed her hand down my flank from shoulder to buttocks and that old shiver of arousal simmering just beneath the surface threatened to emerge with a vengeance. It would not take much for me to want her with the same fierceness that I had last night. Outside the hotel, the small Greek town streets were beginning to waken as well. The harsh sound of a motorcycle stuttered it's way along the narrow cobblestones and somewhere in the distance a child cried. Sounds reached us of the outside world where the likes of Anita and I would not be understood. "You're not sorry about us, are you?" she whispered. "You seem so sad". I moved slightly nearer on the pillow until my forehead just touched hers. "No, I'm not sorry in the least" I reassured her. Tenderly I kissed her on her mouth and she snuggled a little closer and her arm snaked over my shoulder to come to rest on the nape of my neck. It was still early morning. Other guests in the hotel were probably asleep but I could not drag my gaze away from her. In the golden light of the rising sun I could savour her body's intoxicating appeal to the full. In the two weeks we had known each other I had watched and coveted her and now it was a reality. She was as much mine as I was hers. "I suppose I'll have to get up soon. I've a days work to do" she said, letting her moist lips stray around my ear. I had the impression that she didn't want to leave me. I certainly didn't want her to go yet either. The longer I was laying this close to her and able to touch her as I wanted, the better. Lightly I stroked down the upper slope of her breast until my fingertips contacted the rougher raised circle in the middle out of which her nipple pouted. Straight away it stiffened from its flaccid state. At the same time I kissed her sleepy eyelids and she gave a lovely little wriggle that brought the whole of the firmness of her adorable breast into my hand. "If you keep doing that I'll never want to leave you" she murmured dreamily. "That's the whole idea" I chuckled. She really was the loveliest girl I had ever been with. I cupped my palm under her breast and lifted it so that the tense elongated tip was sandwiched between two of my spreading fingers. The flesh was warm and tender with skin like the finest satin. In comparison with her, my bosom was positively matronly, a feature of my body that I had not always been very comfortable with in the past. Her hand on my neck slipped forward over my shoulder and on downwards to smooth across the full rounded ample orb of my left breast. It was nice to be this close to her. "I wish I had as beautiful figure as you have" she whispered. "My boobs are so tiny that they almost disappear when I lay down". We kissed again, taking great pleasure from each other's soft lips. I dreaded the thought that soon she would have to leave me. Our time was so short that every minute we had together was precious. "I should be free of work by two o'clock" she said. "We could meet up again for a late lunch". "Two o'clock is far too long a time to be without you" I smiled. "What'll I do until then?" "Save yourself for me" she replied smiling broadly. "The wait will make it so much better when we do get back together". I knew what she meant. Long delayed and anticipated lovemaking can be tremendous. The longer you wait for someone the more the thrill is when you actually meet. Kissing me one last time and with a longing backward glance at my nudity, she slipped from my arms. She rose lithely naked to put on her silk robe. My eyes took their fill of her natural beauty as she slowly tied the belt around her slender waist, blew me a kiss with her lips and was gone as silently as she had come. My world was suddenly lonely and empty without her. I took a cool shower standing under the refreshing cascade of water for a long time. The memories of our tryst last night crowded in one after another, repeatedly replaying in my mind. Anita had suggested I stay on for a further week, which I had done, but now that these developments had happened I wasn't sure if that was going to long enough for either of us. There was so much to be done and said between us. I saw Anita, looking fresh and beautiful, surrounded by holiday makers in the hotel foyer as I went in for breakfast. She was patiently explaining the sightseeing tours available when I swept past waving a couple of raised fingers to her. She grinned warmly, pointed at her watch and mouthed the words two o'clock. I took breakfast on the cool shaded terrace. Fruit juice, cereals and a newspaper idled forty five minutes away from the time I had to wait for her. If I keep on looking at my watch as I was doing, then the morning was going be like a lifetime. To pass the time away I took a walk around the old part of the town, browsing in the quaint shop windows and taking in the atmosphere. The baking sun put a stop to that though. By ten thirty it was absolutely boiling and I scurried back to the cool air conditioned sanctuary of the hotel. At least there I could wait in some degree of comfort. In the chilly tranquillity of the lounge I settled down with the days other newspapers and to do some serious thinking. Last night could be a flash in the pan, a one night stand. Two lonely persons with a similar need coming together like ships that pass in the night. But in my heart I knew this was not exactly the case. Anita was the type of girl I had been looking for all my adult life and had never found. Surely to goodness we could not have a fling whilst on holiday and then part, never to meet or love each other again. She meant far more to me than that. Would her feelings echo mine though? Maybe I was just a convenient pass time to her. Was I someone to have a very adult adventure with, to while away the long hot days and nights? A way of getting the chore of masturbation done for her. Her keenness to possess me had not been a dream though. She really had kissed and touched those parts of me that she had. It had been me who had been transported to the heights of orgasm so perfectly that the idea that she was not as committed as I was seemed impossible. I had a light buffet lunch and then wandered into the bar. There were some new faces I didn't recognize in from the fresh group of tourists that had arrived the previous day. I ordered a Pims and sat with my back to the large windows and facing the door. That way, I could see Anita if she happened to come in. Right on the dot of two o'clock I saw her trim shape step through the opening. Her company uniform looked as crisp as it had earlier in the morning and I got a jolt when she smiled, waved and made straight for me. As she strode to me there was the faintest hint of a bounce to her breasts under the white cotton. My temperature immediately went up by a couple of degrees. "I thought I'd never get away" she grinned ruefully. "The new batch of holiday makers seem more problematic than your lot were". "Never mind" I soothed. "You're here now. Would you like a drink?" I did my best to keep my stare away from her chest. She eyed my tall half filled glass covetously. "I'll just have a sip of yours if you don't mind. Alcohol tends to deaden your senses and I don't want that - not for what I've got planned for us" she said with a meaningful look. Her thick mane of hair was arranged in the usual pony tail, leaving the graceful expanse of her slender neck uncovered. I had a sudden wild impetuous urge to lean across and kiss her there. She was so fresh and bubbling with life. "Tell me, have you missed me this morning?" she said, replacing my frosted glass onto the table between us. "Let's just say I have been looking forward to seeing you again" I replied candidly, but I raised one eyebrow as if I thought her question unnecessary. "Seeing me or being alone with me?" she asked. "Both" I said honestly. I wasn't going to admit out aloud that I had a burning itch for her that had started the instant she walked in. The type of itch and in a place you can't decently scratch. "I'm glad" she said simply, tossing her pony tail. "I've been having this horrible suspicion that you were only out for a little bit of holiday experimentation. You know - forbidden naughty fruits of the type you would never do at home, and all that". "I'm not like that Anita" I said quietly and seriously. "The only fear I have is that I might be too earnest for you". For a second she appeared to be puzzled then enlightening showed. "You mean by that I suppose, you are the kind of woman who falls in love very easily?" Anita said. As she spoke her eyes wandered from my face down across my bosom and then back to my face again. Oh God, I loved her looking at me in that way. I didn't want to frighten her off but I nodded. This was the crunch point I thought. If she had no intention of having any kind of emotional relationship with me this is where she would off load me in double quick time. Her serious grey eyes held mine steadily for long thoughtful moments. "I'm pleased you told me that. I've been scared stiff that I was just a little bit of fun to you. I don't think I really could have faced that." The meaning of her words and the way she said them struck home. A huge desire to hold her and love her swept through me. I wanted to make her happy and at last I admitted to myself that I wanted her to love me. Not only physically, though that would be fantastic, but emotionally and mentally. My heart was full to overflowing as we sat gazing deeply into each other's eyes completely oblivious to any other people around. "Do you think anyone would notice if we crept away up to my room?" I asked in a low voice. "I can't look at you without wanting you". "That's what I was praying for you to say" Anita smiled and rose quickly to her feet, smoothing her uniform skirt down over her slim hips. The memory of her nudity as I had seen her earlier that morning when she arose from my bed was still fresh in my mind. To anyone watching we could easily have been just a pair of women preparing to leave to go on a shopping expedition. But the nagging longing in us was driving us into a place other than mundane shops. We were going to bed together to make joyous carefree love again. We strolled casually side by side out of the bar, across the now empty foyer and into the temporary privacy of the lift that would whisk us up to my floor. Her deliberately standing so close to me as we ascended to my floor caused my already humming arousal system to trigger off. I had physically and emotionally wanted her in the bar but now that feeling got much, much stronger. Safe from any prying eyes she nuzzled my ear with her tantalizing lips. I wriggled myself against her, loving the dull throbbing ache that was present in my loins. I was fast becoming a bitch on heat. "I still can't believe my luck in finding you" she breathed heavily. "Working out here for the whole summer doesn't give me any chance of meeting anyone as gorgeous as you". She had her small hand on my bottom as she spoke doing delicious things with the line of my panties through my dress. I tensed my cheeks so that she would know that I was liking it. "Oh my" she breathed. "Does this damn lift take forever". She was impatient to get inside my clothes and I was equally as impatient for her to do it. The lift glided to a halt and before the automatic doors slid open we moved modestly apart. Ahead of us lay the long door lined tiled corridor off of which my room opened. The bright afternoon Greek sun was streaming in through the high window at the far end and I daringly slipped my arm through hers. She squeezed me affectionately, the outer curve of her breast pressing its springiness to my arm. The door of room 526 closed behind us and behind my back I slipped the security bolt across. The hotel staff didn't clean the rooms in the afternoon but I didn't, on any account, want an interruption while I was with her. She turned on her heel and came gracefully into my arms with unconcealed need written clearly on her gorgeous face. I was a street ahead of her. I was already simmering with indescribable longing. I leaned into her and drew her mouth to mine in a kiss that had my toes curling. "Wow! What is this strange thing you are doing to me Susan?" she gasped softly. "I've never been like this before". My lips descended to her mouth in another much deeper kiss that sent spiders of desire crawling up my spine and through my belly. This is another pair of panties ruined I thought as the down pouring started. Undressing Anita was a sheer pleasure I revelled in. My slow unbuttoning of her white blouse to reveal her white lace bra and the unzipping and pushing down of her slim blue skirt was a task I loved. It was like unwrapping a long awaited and cherished Christmas present. The perspiration dampened skin between her breathtaking breasts beckoned me. The smooth unblemished skin was damp and salty to my tongue. Her bra's fastening was a simple one hook affair which flicked open at the touch of my fingers. The firmness of her breasts did not really need any support. Anita's two wonderful cone shaped bosoms with their tensing peaks then filled my hands. It was a hot afternoon and her skin was clammy and cool with sweat. "I should have taken a shower" she mumbled apologetically. "No you shouldn't. I want you just the way you are, sweaty, hot and earthy" I whispered with a wide happy grin. If this afternoon was anything like last night had been we were both going to end up dripping with sweat in any case. By this time she had her small dainty hand high up under my floral print skirt and was doing some very naughty but extremely nice things inside my soaking wet panties. My body was crying out for her. It wasn't my sweat making her fingers wet either. I tried hard to keep my cool and be detached but it was so difficult when her hand pressed further between my legs. I stifled a moan and made a grab at the minuscule knickers that covered her. In my haste to get them off her there was a ripping sound and the tiny shreds of nylon fell away of their own accord. She giggled. "Christ you're more than eager". She didn't know how eager I was. The night I had spent with her had turned me on strongly. Except for her white canvas shoes she was now as naked as I wanted her. Catching my impatient mood she dragged her hand out of my knickers and started on my blouse and skirt. Her nimble fingers flicked open the small pearl buttons one at a time and pushed it backwards from my shoulders exposing the upper slopes of my ample breasts. My bra was one of those that push up and make your cleavage look really deep. The sight had quite a marked effect on Anita. It was good to feel her hungry admiring gaze on them. Down went the zip on my cotton skirt and as quick as a flash she had it down my legs. In her eagerness to get at my sex she had already half removed my knickers and they were coiled tightly around the tops of my thighs. They too soon fell away at a swift downward sweep of her hands. We both had the extra pleasure of being able to see the other clearly this time. Last nights thrilling escapades had been conducted mostly in the dark. In seconds she was back close to me, standing so that our bodies were touching. Her entwining arms went around me and stroked up and down my naked back from shoulders to the backs of my by now quivering thighs. I was turning on even more strongly to her than I had those few hours ago. She raised her pretty face to me and offered me her lips. Kissing her made my desires leap higher still. "I want you more than I did last night" I whispered into her wet lingering lips. Her lipstick taste was in my mouth and her warm breath mingled with mine. "I'm yours to take" she breathed. "I have been for days and days". We didn't quite make it to the bed. Our naked forms moved but as soon as the back of her legs touched the mattress she sank backwards onto it. I bent with her, my larger heavier breasts dragging downwards across her midriff and her slim legs lifting to coil possessively around my waist. I was held in a vice like grip between her wonderful slim thighs with her hairy mound pressing hard to me. "Don't make me wait Susan!" she murmured, rubbing the raised plumpness of her mound to me with a supple upswing of her hips. I bowed my back, throwing back my shoulders, and pressed down on it making her bite her lip at the exquisite flash of sensation. The slightly prickly roughness of her pubic hair grazed my midriff. Slowly I sank further to my knees on the floor between her feet until the sweetness of her sex was only a few inches away from my face. I breathed in the fragrance of her body, filling my lungs with her. A lot of women think of their "down below" area as an ugly, unsightly thing but to women such as me, it has a beauty and mystery completely of its own. They are embarrassed by excessive amounts of body hair and shield the place from all eyes. Not so with the likes of Anita or myself. To us it is the font of all our pleasure, both giving and receiving. Call it what you like - cunt, pussy or minge, it is in the very centre of our loving. It has an identity of its own, attached to its owner but a separate part that we long to have. Every woman I have ever been with has been totally different in appearance texture and aroma but the end result is always the same. There in that narrow cleft, framed by soft folds of skin lays the focus of desire. It is there that a woman can be raised to the peaks of sexual pleasure. Anita was surprisingly shaped and formed much as an adolescent girl would be. Puffy, well fleshed outer lips curved gently inwards to partly hide the inner, pinker small folds that made the tight gateway to her vagina. Dark wispy curls of hair adorned it, adding to the air of feminine sexuality. I bent and placed my lips on the cushion of hair and filled myself with her personal aroma. This alone, I have found, acts as one of the strongest aphrodisiacs. She moved restlessly under me, as if impatient for me to find her tender most spots, tilting herself to encourage me to search deeper and further. I needed no such urging though. I trickled the point of my tongue into the beginning of the closed slit of her sex, right at the front where the hair was at its thickest, and circled it around slowly. The salty taste of her perspiration and that sweet ambrosia oozing from her glands burst on my taste buds. This time the up surge of her lower body was harder and more desperate and her head rose with an imploring expression in her eyes. Silently but surely her pleading eyes were begging me. My tongue separated the lips gently, prising them apart to reveal the pink inner mouth. She was already soaking wet from her own juices. The funny little hood through which the tip of her clitoris was already visible quivered under the flat of my lapping tongue. Not much larger than a small pea it nestled there in its moist covering waiting for me. Again I gave her a long slow caress and she shook from head to toe. "Oh Sue!" she managed to gasp. "You're right there. Just there where you have your tongue." Her legs lifted from either side of me and rose high in the air and then folded down so that her knees were touching her chest. Exposed to me was the whole vista of her wonderful spread sex. I plunged my tongue in between the swollen lips straight into the slippery oily opening of her vagina and she stiffened in a gripping spasm of expectancy. Purposely I held myself in that position for a long time feeling the spasmodic dilation of her muscles around me and listening to the sweet earthy sounds of her breathy moans. But her stiffened clitoris was my main and most important target. Again and again I swirled my tongue around it making it steadily wetter each time. Little by little it grew in size and prominence until it was not unlike a woman's nipple though tremendously more sensitive. Her pubis moved under me, dipping and circling but never breaking the contact with my searching tongue. Such a thing of true beauty deserves the best of loving and I was out to give it. I heard her gurgle with delight. A funny choking sound that rumbled deep in her throat but it told me she was loving it. I was hot! God I was hot! The sweat of lust was dampening my skin where it was in contact with her body and trickles of it snaked their way down between my clenching buttocks. I knew I had to bring her off first though before my own lust could be satisfied fully. I reached up along her magnificent body and placed my hands over the twin mounds of her gorgeous breasts. The nipples could not have got any harder without bursting I thought. Slowly I circled them until she arched her spine to push them harder into my palms before gently squeezing each teat between my fingers and thumbs. Anita moaned loudly and covered my hands with her own. I could see the pink flush of excitement colouring her cheeks and feel the first faint shivers running through her. A lover's orgasm, when it happens so spontaneously as Anita's did is the greatest thing on earth. A slow, gradual build up until she is on that precipice where unbounded joy lays one way and failure the other. Even if I say this myself, I am an expert at judging the right moment for whoever I am with. A woman's selfless giving is something that can never be copied. The corded twitching muscles that strain and flex under the skin and the almost frightened cries that come from a throat parched by need is sheer bliss. Anita was outstanding and unforgettable in those joyous moments. It was a great temptation not to stop once she had gone over the peak. Unlike men, we women are capable of continuing until sheer exhaustion makes us call a halt After Anita had come off twice we lay in each other's arms, the sweat cooling on our skin, and the fragrant distinctive essence of her still in my mouth. "You know what you said earlier about being too earnest?" she murmured against my shoulder. I twisted slightly to look at her. "I think there is a grave danger that I could fall in love with you" she said. "Is that a danger?" I said calmly. She nodded. "It is for you" she whispered. "Because if I do, I will want to be with you for always". I kissed her eyelids, her nose and finally her moist bruised lips where a small girlish smile played. "For me that would not be a danger. It would be heaven". Her grey eyes searched mine for long puzzled moments and then with a big sigh of contentment she melted into my arms even deeper. "In that case I do love you my darling Sue" she mumbled against the soft pillows of my bare breasts. She took me too, to the heights of pleasure that hot afternoon. The final time I bucked and writhed with her slender supple child like body locked between my straining thighs. Never had I ever been so well and truly loved as in those ecstatic moments as I snorted and groaned my passion to the ceiling. I gave her everything. Nothing was held back or saved from her. Knowing that she loved me broke all restraints in me and I truly was one with her. I stayed on in Greece for yet a further week unwilling to part from my charming new love. We were inseparable and lived each day for each other, eating together and above all sleeping together. At night we would lay dreamily in each other's arms, happily and completely fulfilled. We showered with each other giggling like stupid schoolgirls until a chance touch would have us once again making the wild love that we had grown used to. At the end of that second extra week when the time was approaching for me to board the aircraft home I became more and more panic stricken that we were about to lose each other. The night before I was due to fly I burst into uncontrolled tears beside her. Her arm around my heaving shoulders did little to comfort me. I was reliving the heartbreak that I had gone through with Joanne. "But I can't stand the thought of not having you near me" I sobbed in misery. "My contract with the tour company ends at the end of the month" Anita said. "As soon as that happens and I am free I will be on a plane to come to you, wherever you are". Our lovemaking that night lasted the entire night. Neither of us wanted to, or could even consider, sleep. We deliberately shut out the thought of parting the next day and lived for those moments. As the sun peeped over the hills surrounding our hotel the next morning Anita used her hand between my legs to bring me to one last weak orgasm. We dared not say goodbye in the hotel in public because we feared it would be too much for us. Instead she leaned back against the inside of my bedroom door with her blouse hanging wide open and her beautiful naked breasts pressed to mine as we kissed. "Remember prim Miss Schoolteacher" she whispered, fighting back tears. "I will be with you in about two weeks and we will have each other again. Until then I want you to have the memory of my breasts and the rest of me, in your mind". I kissed her one last time and then she was gone, fleeing down the empty corridor with her still open blouse flying out behind her. The flight home was a dreadful time. Everywhere I looked I saw her face and heard her voice. Her very special perfume and body fragrance was on me and in me. In the seat beside me a middle aged woman with prematurely greying hair tried to talk to me. I suppose she could see that I was not happy and wanted to ease things for me by getting me to chat. "Its the worst time isn't it. The end of a happy holiday" she said kindly. "You make friends and before you know it, its time to get home to dreary England". I nodded sadly. England without Anita would indeed be dreary I thought. "It must have been a very special person in your case" she said. "You look so sad and unhappy to be leaving". She couldn't have known of course, but had she, would she have been shocked and indignant that that special person was another wonderfully sexy woman. A woman with the enchanting body of a young girl and the sexy needs of a grown liberated woman. Who could lay for endless hours between my legs driving me nearly insane and then come back for more. "My friend is coming home in two weeks" I said, doing my best to smile. "The time should pass quickly I hope" She patted my hand with a mature understanding and nodded with the compassion of the elderly. "I love you Anita" I said under my breath.