Date: Thu, 27 May 2010 13:55:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sarah Palm <sarahsweet38@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under the Spell of Grace - 1

The following is a sexually explicit story of a true lesbian encounter. If
that offends you, or you are under 18, you should go elsewhere. If you
enjoy it, I would be glad to hear from you. Please e-mail me at
sarahsweet38@yahoo.com.


Under the Spell of Grace 1
by Sarah Palm

I was 32, on a business trip to Atlanta for a convention during a hot
summer. I was staying at a nice hotel near, but not at, the site of the
convention. I was happily married at the time, and had recently returned to
the working world after my first child reached first grade age. I had no
prior experience with other women, other than one night of drunken
silliness with a friend in college. While I felt those days were behind me,
I confess to often feeling a small private thrill at the thought of sex
between women, or upon seeing such scenes in the pornos my husband and I
occasionally watched. But it was my little secret, and as a wife and mom, I
never expected to act upon it.

To paint a picture, I am 5'7, 130 lbs, with 34B breasts, trim, with long
strawberry-blonde hair, still with freckles across the bridge of my nose
and cheeks. I have an athletic build, and keep in shape with swimming and
tennis.

I arrived at the hotel early in the day, on a weekday prior to the start of
the convention. I left my luggage at the front desk and did a little
shopping in the morning. When I returned, I checked in and went to my
room. It was lovely, with sun filtering in through the gauzy curtains, a
king sized bed, a nice sitting area with a couch and two chairs, two king
beds, and a small patio outside. After I put my things away, I put my hair
into a ponytail and changed into a new peach-colored two-piece swimsuit, a
short white cover-up, ball cap, sunglasses and sandals, and headed for the
pool.

The pool area was quiet, with one young family in the pool and one older
gentleman laying in the sun. I staked out a lounge chair, stripped down to
my swimsuit and swam a couple lazy laps before lying back on my chair. It
was a hot and sunny day, and I was enjoying the feeling of sun on my
skin. I had been looking forward to this little getaway to a southern
climate and was soaking it up. A cute young pool waiter asked if I would
like anything, and although it was early afternoon and I'm not much of a
drinker, I ordered a gin and tonic. The drink went down quickly, and
thinking of this as my day off before four days of work, I ordered another.

I soon was feeling quite good, with the gin, the sun, and the smell of the
suntan lotion conspiring to make me feel very relaxed. I even took some
pleasure in seeing the older gentleman stealing peeks at me over his
sunglasses.

Before long, though, I was feeling a little overexposed to the sun. I put
on my sandals and my coverup, and walked into the hotel bar which was near
the pool, for one more drink before deciding what else I was going to do
for the day. The bar was dimly lit and coolly air conditioned.  There was
no one else in there except the middle-aged man tending the bar, who seemed
like a real professional bartender. He intoduced himself as Sam and asked
"what'll it be?" I ordered another gin and tonic.

We chatted a little and then he left me alone as he tended to some things
behind the bar. I was beginning to wonder why I was sitting around by
myself drinking in the middle of the afternoon when another woman walked
into the bar. Actually, it was more like she exploded into the bar. "How's
it hanging, Sam?" she said loudly. He smiled, said "same as usual, Grace -
to the left." I was taken aback by her bold attitude. He smiled briefly at
me and rolled his eyes as if to say "she's just like that." She stood at
the bar a few spots to my left and said to Sam "give me the usual, honey,
and make it quick."

She was about 50, with short silver hair. But she was impeccably dressed in
a dark blue blouse, white suit jacket and long light blue skirt. Her makeup
was perfect and her easy smile showed dazzling white teeth. Her eyes were
blue and her skin was well-tanned, and she appeared to be in excellent
shape. Her clothes and the jewelry at her neck, wrists and fingers hinted
at money. I suddenly felt like a slouch, sitting there in my slightly damp
swimsuit.

I watched her as I drew in my drink through the straw in my mouth. Sam put
down a short dark drink in front of her - it looked like a manhattan on the
rocks, a cocktail I usually thought of as a "man's drink". She thanked Sam
and took a sip. Then she slowly turned her head to look at me. I think I
managed a weak smile as I noticed her eyes trail down my body, taking in my
bare legs, then returning to my face. She smiled and said "well,
hello. Aren't you a pretty one?"

I was speechless for a moment, then almost stammered a hello. Then, in an
effort to recover by being a litttle smart-alecky, I smiled and said "yes,
I am."

"Confidence! I like that," she said. "I'm tired of talking to Sam all the
time so I'm sure you won't mind if I pull up a chair." She didn't wait for
an answer. She moved her bag and her drink and moved to the chair directly
to my left, although she pulled it away so there was a little space between
us.

"I am Grace," she said, "and I'm delighted to meet you." She offered her
hand, and as she did I noticed the slight scent of the wonderful perfume
she was wearing. I took her hand, which was warm and soft, but strong.

"Hello, Grace. I'm Sarah." I responded.

We made small talk. I explained that I was there for about five days for a
convention. She told me that she was a commercial real estate agent who
kept a suite at this hotel for her frequent trips to Atlanta, and that she
would be here for at least another week. We talked about Atlanta, the
weather, business. She did not ask me about my family or relationships, and
I did not ask her. It seemed we had come to an unspoken agreement to stay
in the here and now.

She finished her drink and ordered another for both of us, over my
protests. "Oh come on," she said, "this is a special occasion."  She smiled
and laughed frequently, and was very funny. I realized that I really liked
and admired this woman, considering that we had just met. She warmly looked
into my eyes when we talked, and sometimes, while I was looking at her
face, she would look down at my legs, so I would know that she was doing
so. She sometimes touched my arm as she laughed. So it soon occurred to me
that she was interested in more than talk. I felt flattered, a little
excited, and a little guilty. I excused myself to go to the bathroom to
give myself a moment to think.

After peeing, I looked at myself in the mirror. I knew I was a little
drunk, but decided that was not the only reason I was receptive to this
woman's advances. She was very attractive and self-assured, very kind, and
obviously very interested in me. I was away from home and this appeared to
be a real chance to experience something, safely and with no complications,
that I had often thought about. Despite my vague fantasies, I had never
sought this out, and now it had landed in my lap like a gift. It did not
mean that I loved my husband or children any less, I reasoned. Yes, I
thought, I was going to go along with whatever Grace wanted to do. I felt a
rush of intense excitement as I decided. I could sense that she was eager,
and experienced, and knew that she could teach me much. I washed my hands,
and before I left the mirror, I untied the knot in the little belt of my
coverup, letting it hang open.

As I walked back toward Grace at the bar, she looked over her shoulder at
me. She was smiling and biting her bottom lip. I smiled and sat down,
noticing that she had ordered another round. She had also taken off her
jacket, and the breasts under her expensive silk blouse appeared to be
firm, and much larger than mine.  She had also moved our bar stools a
little closer together.

"Oh, I don't think I should drink much more", I said. "I'm already a little
wobbly."

"Well then this will be the last one" she said quietly. "Sam, could you
give this lovely young lady a glass of water?" He put it down and she
continued looking at me, with a confident and playful smile, as if she knew
what had gone through my mind while I was in the bathroom.

"That's a pretty bathing suit" she said softly. She looked up to make sure
Sam wasn't really paying any attention to us. "Let me see." Without saying
anything, I sat up straight and turned on my stool so she was right in
front of me. I looked in her eyes and brushed the bottom of the coverup off
of my thighs, pulling it back a little so my top was also in clear
view. Between my excitement and the coolness of the room, I could feel that
my nipples were erect, but I wasn't embarassed. I wanted her to see.

"My, you are pretty. And such a lovely body," she said. Her eyes
unashamedly and slowly looked down my body, at my breasts, down my legs,
and back to the little triangle of fabric below my belly.

"My breasts are too small," I said. I let her see that I was looking at her
deep cleavage.

"No, you look wonderful."

"Thank you, Grace." I hesitated for a moment. "I'm very glad you think so."

She looked around again, and then brushed the back of her hand against my
thigh. "Such nice skin." Her touch was electric. I looked into her eyes as
she traced her fingers up and down along the inside of my thigh. I wanted
to kiss her, do something to show that I was willing, although it was
probably more than obvious to her. I slid forward on the seat a little,
letting my legs spread slightly. Then I put my hand on top of hers.

She smiled at me, gently pulled her hand away and turned back to the bar,
picking up her drink. I did the same.

"Sarah, I am in room 1043.  You will go to your room and drop off your
things. Freshen up if you want, and take off that hat and let your hair
down. I will expect you in twenty minutes, dressed as you are. Do you
understand?" She didn't ask if it was okay, or if I was interested. She
already knew I was. They were instructions.

"Yes, Grace. I do."

"Good girl. Now don't keep me waiting." She finished her drink, left a
generous tip for Sam and walked out of the bar.

I finished my drink and said thank you to Sam. He smiled and winked at
me. I had a feeling that maybe he was more aware of what was going on than
I thought. But I didn't care - hell, I liked that he knew. I smiled back,
tied the belt of my coverup, and left the bar.

In my room, I washed up a little, brushed my teeth, put on a little
lipstick and perfume. I loosened my hair and brushed it out. Despite the
calming effect you would expect the alcohol to have, I was almost trembling
with excitement.

When the time was right (I wanted to be right on time), I left the room
dressed in my swimsuit, coverup and sandals. I took the elevator up to the
10th floor, found her door, and knocked.

After a moment, she opened the door. She gave me a nice smile and invited
me in. She put her hands lightly on my arms and gave me a chaste kiss on
the cheek. "I'm so glad you've come", she said.

The door clicked shut behind me. She took my hand and led me into her
suite. The room was large, beautiful and dimly lit. Grace had changed, and
was dressed all in white - silk shorts and a silk shortsleeve pajama top,
which was unbuttoned and appeared to have a bikini top underneath. Her
smell was intoxicating. Her legs were long and brown, her feet bare, her
toenails perfectly painted. I felt breathless.

She stopped in the middle of the room and turned to me. "Do you like it?"
she asked.

"Very much," I said. "The room is beautiful - - you are beautiful."

"Such a lovely girl." She stood close to me, brushed some of my hair
back. She was a little taller than me. "Would you like another drink?" I
just nodded no.

She turned me to one side, and I was facing a large, ornate, mirror. Grace
moved behind me, her hands lightly on my shoulders, then moving down my
sides. "Take off your sandals". I kicked them off. "Put your arms up" she
said. I did as I was told, watching us in the mirror. "See how pretty you
are." She reached around me, undid the loose knot holding my coverup, and
pulled it off of me. She came up close behind me and put her arms around my
stomach. I could feel her breasts pressing against my back, and I leaned
back against her. I continued watching the mirror as she kissed my neck and
whispered in my ear "I am going to take all your clothes off. I want to see
you naked."

I put my hands behind me, around her, and said "yes. please."

She slid her hands up my stomach, under my bra cups, then pulling it up and
over my head, instead of unsnapping it from behind. "Such nice little
breasts." She looked at me in the mirror over my shoulder, as her fingers
found my nipples. I watched her play with me.  She would alternately rub
her palms against them, pinch and roll them in her fingers, and trace her
fingernails lightlly around my breasts. She would sometimes grasp a whole
breast firmly in one hand. She put her fingers to my mouth, and I sucked on
them, then she continued playing with and pinching my nipples with her
moist fingers. I could feel that my swimsuit bottoms were getting very
damp, and could smell my excitement in the air.

"Oh, my girl likes this, doesn't she?" she whispered in my ear.

"Yes, Grace" I moaned.

"My horny young girl is ready to do anything Grace wants, isn't she?"

"Yes, I am. Anything."

She pinched my right nipple hard, with her mouth at my ear, she said "Well,
you will definitely be serving me in the coming days, in many ways,
Sarah. You will do what I want. But since this is new to you, this, right
now, is mainly for you."

She moved around in front of me, never taking her hands off of me. Her
hands slid up behind my head, and she pulled me to her for a kiss, that
started soft and then became more urgent. She pulled my body against hers,
I could feel her breasts pressing against mine, as she pushed her tongue
into my mouth. I opened my mouth to her and put my arms around her.

She kissed my mouth deeply for some time. Her hands dropped to my ass and
pulled me against her, and I felt the hard bump of her mound pressing
against mine. She gently and slowly, ahtletically, lowered herself to her
knees in front of me, slowly kissing her way down my neck, stopping to lick
and lightly bite my nipples, kissing her way down across my stomach. She
sat back on her heels and said "come here, my beautiful." She put her hands
on my ass and pulled me towards her, until my center was inches from her
face. She smiled up at me and said "this is my favorite part."

I put my hands in her hair and said "I am all yours".

"I know you are," she said.

She slowly slid her hands down and back up the backs of my legs. Then she
grasped the waistand of my swimsuit, and pulled it down to my ankles. I
stepped out of them and stood in front of her, eager for her touch. She
pressed her face against my belly, smelling me, as her hands caressed my
bare ass. She sat back on her ankles and looked at me. "Such a pretty
pussy. A wonderful little slit." She smiled up at me again, and one hand
reached up to pinch my nipple. "My girl has a gorgeous wet cunt."

Her words and her touch already had in me in ecstasy, when she pressed her
mouth against my slit. I kept my hands in her hair, pulling her against
me. She nibbled my labia, flicked her tongue against my clitoris, and
pressed her tongue deeply into me. She wet the fingers of one hand in my
pussy, then began to massage my asshole with her wet fingers.

I could hardly stand up any more when she told me to lay down on the
floor. I layed on my back and she layed on her stomach, her face between my
legs. She spread them and licked me, she tongued me and put her fingers
inside me. She put my legs to the side and licked my anus. She murmered,
and whispered, and said sweet and dirty things about me. Every time I was
close to coming, she would stop and just look at me. I had never been so
turned on. At one point, I was completely at the edge, and she stopped and
pressed her hand firmly against my vagina, somehow stopping my orgasm.

"Don't move", she said. I was lying on the floor with my hands near my
head, my legs spread. She got up and pulled a chair over below my feet and
sat down. She sipped a glass of wine, looking at me. I began to straighten
my legs a little and she said "I told you to not move. Keep your fucking
legs spread so I can see your cunt." I spread them as I was told.

"Tonight, and in the next few days," she said, "you are going to do what I
tell you to, is that right? No matter what it is?"

"Y-yes Grace."

"This is going to be an education for you. By the time we are done, your
little cunt will be raw. I am going to have you shave it. At some point you
will be covered in oil. You are going to become intimately familiar with my
body. You are going to lick my pussy until you can't do it anymore. I may
tie you up. I may put a collar on you. I will probably violate you with a
large dildo. I may decide to show you to or share you with, some friends of
mine. I will have you play with yourself, and I may have you expose
yourself to someone in public. You are going to miss most or all of the
stupid convention you came here for. Do you agree to do any of these things
for me?"

Her words made me even more horny, if that was possible. I realized then
that I had always desired to be treated this way, like a sexual object. "I
will do anything, Grace. I promise."

She put the glass down and got back down on the floor between my legs. She
kissed her way up my thighs. She parted the lips of my cunt with her
fingers and began pumping them in and out as her tongue madl flicked my
clitoris. As I got close, another finger penetrated my ass, which was wet
from my own juices.  As I got closer, I started saying "oh fuck yes, yes
Grace, oh yes, yeah, yeah, do me, oh yes . . . " I was pinching my own
nipples.

My orgasm was crushing. I seemed to come again and again and again. My hips
flexed forward and my ass clenched. She did not let up, but kept licking
me, probing me, until I was spent, quivering, calm.

She moved up over me, and layed against me. She kissed me deeply, and I
tasted my pussy in her mouth. I wrapped my arms and legs around her as her
tongue probed my mouth.

We layed together for a few minutes. She said, "so, Sarah, are you ready
for more?"

I held her face in my hands and kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her nose, her
chin. "Yes my darling Grace. I am so ready".

The five days I spent with Grace were the best days of my life. More to
come....