Date: Thu, 29 Apr 1999 09:49:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Louise Padden <portiababe@yahoo.com>
Subject: Spring Fever

The story which follows is fiction.  I would love to
hear, however, from women who enjoyed it or can relate
it to their own experience.  I can be reached at
portiababe@yahoo.com .  You will also find me at times
chatting in the Yahoo lesbian area.

Louise Ann Padden


SPRING FEVER

by Louise Ann Padden

	I threw down my pencil in disgust as the words on the page danced
in front of my eyes.  I still had three days to finish a career-making
report and I was totally sick of it.  A glance out the window didn't help.
It was mid-morning on a warm sunny Spring day and the air sparkled over the
canyons of Manhattan.
	I got up, stretched, and walked down the hall to the Ladies' Room.
I looked in the mirror and liked part of what I saw.  I know I have a
pretty face and my make-up and shoulder length reddish-brown hair looked
good that day.  I tried not to look below the neck, but, as always, I did.
Fat!  A twenty five year old, I thought, should be thin and willowy, but I
was -- how should I say? -- hefty, full-figured, zaftig.  In other words,
fat.  Everything was in proportion but there was simply too much.  I had
worn a loose fitting blouse outside my skirt to try and hide my size, but,
let's face it, I'm a big girl.  Even an expensive bra designed for
reduction and containment couldn't disguise my ample proportions.
	I walked back to my office and knew that I wouldn't get another
stitch of work done that morning.  I needed to leave the building, clear my
head, and get refocused on that damned report.  After I rode down the
elevator I wandered to a street nearby where I window shopped with nothing
in particular in mind.

	I soon found myself in front of a bookstore and, being an avid
reader, went in and started to browse.  As always, I ended up in the
Women's Books section and picked off the shelf the latest lesbian
whinefest.  Well, I thought, there was one good thing about being a
lesbian.  Thank God my size had never been an issue with any of my
girlfriends and they luxuriated in my ample contours.
	Just then I noticed that someone was standing next to me.  I
glanced over and saw one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in my
life.  She was about 50 with fine regular features and lovely silvery hair.
People tend to use the word "handsome" for women of that certain age, but
she was flat-out beautiful.  She looked over toward me and I was instantly
enchanted by her large twinkling brown eyes.  Even though she was looking
right at me I couldn't keep myself from noticing that she had a large lush
curvaceous body that, unlike mine, seemed to make her look exactly the way
God had meant her to look..
	"Are you a New Yorker?" she asked me.  I nodded.
	"I'm here from out of town and this is the first time I have ever
been here."
	"I hope you like it," I said, amazed that I couldn't think of
anything less banal to say.
	"Oh, I love it," she said.  "I'm leaving tomorrow, though, and I
have a million questions about this wonderful place."
	Keeping up the banality, the best I could come up with was "Oh?"
	"If you're not in a hurry," she said, "would you let me buy you an
espresso and ask you some of those questions?"  I saw she was wearing a
diamond engagement ring and a wedding ring on her left hand, but felt like
I was being pulled to her by some magnetic force.  "Love to," I said.
	We crossed the street and went into a hotel coffee shop and
ordered.  After a few bits and pieces about New York we started talking
about ourselves.  She told me about her husband and her two grown
daughters, her house near Seattle, and her senior position at a bank.  Half
of my brain held up my end of the conversation, while the other half was
hypnotized by her beauty, ease and charm.  I told her about my job, my
apartment and that I was unattached, omitting the gender of potential
attachees.
	Suddenly she glanced at her watch and said "I didn't realize it was
this late already.  I'm expecting an e-mail about the contract I'm working
on and it should be here by now."
	"I would hate to end this wonderful conversation so abruptly," she
said.  "I am staying in this hotel and if you can come up to my room I can
check my e-mail and then maybe we can have lunch."
	I suddenly started to feel a warmth between my legs.  Reflexively,
I almost said no.  Maybe she's a female Ted Bundy!  That thought evaporated
in a fraction of a second and I told her I would be delighted.  I knew all
that would happen is that she would download her e-mail, but I did enjoy
her company and certainly loved having an excuse not to go back and work on
that damned report.
	We rode up to her room.  She excused herself and went to the
bathroom and I sat on the foot of the bed trying to ignore my feelings of
arousal.  When she came out of the bathroom I expected her to walk across
the room to the laptop computer sitting on a table in the corner.  Instead,
she just walked over and stood in front of me.
	I decided at that instant to risk having the most embarrassing
moment of my life.  I closed my eyes and started slowly unbuttoning my
blouse.  Any instant I expected to hear words about a misunderstanding or a
miscommunication , but she said nothing. When I opened my eyes I saw that
her face was flushed and riveted.
	I immediately felt such a strong throbbing between my legs that my
hands started shaking as I fumbled with the last two buttons.  I was
already soaking wet.  I slowly dropped the blouse on the bed, reached
behind, and unhooked my bra.  My lush breasts tumbled out.  I have very
large areolas and I glanced down and saw that they were bumpy and my
nipples were rock hard.
	She stood there, and I sat there, for what seemed like an eternity
until she walked toward me, had me stand up, put her arms around me and
gave me the deepest kiss I had ever felt.  She moved to my ears and my neck
and then back to my mouth.  In a hoarse voice she told me to lie down and I
obeyed.
	By that time my libido was in complete control.  Without any
rational thought I did something that I not only had never done before, but
had never even thought of doing before.  I opened my legs wide and spread
my pussy lips for her.  I could hear her gasp as she saw how it was bright
red and wet.  I suddenly could smell my own rising cunty odor and thought I
was going to faint with excitement.
	She climbed on the bed fully clothed and put her head between my
large soft milky thighs.  She slowly licked my belly and then moved up to
my breasts.  She sensually moved her tongue around the edges of my areolas
while she placed her entire hand on my pussy.  I started to tremble as she
kissed me again, even more deeply than before, and ran her tongue along my
ears, my throat, my nipples, my belly.
	I had never wanted to climax so badly in my life and she knew it.
She put her face between my legs and held her tongue on my clit for a
moment.  Then she moved to my pussy lips and then back to my clit.  She
started to slowly twirl my clit with her tongue and I was moaning with
uncontrollable pleasure.
	I suddenly felt her fingers slowly sliding into my pussy.  She
found my G spot and started to gently massage it as she continued to lick
my clit.  By this time I was almost insane with excitement and she could
see that my body was screaming to come.  Her mouth became more insistent
and her touch inside me became firmer.
	I rose and rose into outer space in complete abandon until the
magic moment came when I could feel with all my being that I was right on
the very edge.  Her tongue increased its demands and she firmly and
rhythmically stroked my G spot.  I lost all control and started to come and
come and come and come.  I could feel the powerful contractions as the
waves of pleasure exploded throughout my entire body.
	We lay there for a few minutes.  Me naked and she fully clothed.  I
finally started to descend from the heights and saw her staring deeply into
my eyes with a look of love so profound that it brought tears to my eyes.
	We stood up and I slowly started to undress her.  Her breasts were
just as large as mine, but softer and more pendulous with large dark brown
nipples They were so beautiful!  I was overcome by so much emotion that I
started to sob and she held me to her bosom.
	I recovered my composure and finished undressing her, marveling at
how round and womanly she was.  I told her to lie down on the bed and again
we kissed.  I began to lick her ears, her neck, her nipples, her wonderful
soft belly.  I went lower and gently worked my tongue on her clit.  After a
few minutes she reached down and took hold of my head to stop me.
	With an endearing look of embarrassment, she told me that she
always had to use a vibrator to have an orgasm.  She could see from my face
that she had nothing to be embarrassed about and reached into the night
stand drawer.  Her's is the kind that you can hold in one hand and use its
cup-shaped rubber attachment.  She turned it on and started to move it
around her pussy and I quickly bent and started to gently suck on her hard
nipples.
	I got back up to watch her and could see her moving her hips as her
arousal began to accelerate.  She then stopped, looked up at me, and said
"would you mind if I asked you to do something special for me."  This time
I laughed out loud.  "Absolutely anything," I said in a tone that told her
that I meant it.
	In the shyest of voices she whispered "I want your finger. . ." she
couldn't even say it.  I squealed with delight and she knew that I knew
what she wanted.  She started using the vibrator again and I put my index
finger in my mouth looking in her eyes all the time, covered it with
saliva, and slowly slipped it into her anus.
	That was all she needed.  She suddenly grabbed the vibrator in both
hands and held it hard against her clit.  I worked my finger slowly in and
out and she suddenly started to climax.  She let out a scream of pleasure
as I felt her strong rhythmic contractions on my finger.  She came again
and again.  Five, six, seven times.  She finally stopped, turned off the
vibrator and lay back in an ocean of perfect fulfillment and pleasure.
	We lay in each other arms for a long time.  My mind started to race
about getting her address, her phone number, seeing her again and then,
suddenly, I knew better.  This was a moment to be preserved forever,
untouched, in the amber of my memory.
	I dressed as she lay on the bed.  I said "you better check your
e-mail."  She gave me a wicked look and said "I don't have e-mail."  Then
her voice suddenly turned sober.  "I don't know why this is so important to
me, but I want you to believe that I have never done anything like this
before in my life."  "I know," I said, and my smile told her that I knew
she was telling the truth.

	As I walked back toward my office I knew that I would never again
be ashamed of the body that I see the mirror.  And then I realized that I
didn't even know her name.  Her name is perfect love I thought as I
wrestled my mind back toward that damned report.


P.S.  For those of you who read it through, the report turned out great
and I got a promotion and a raise.