A Day With Darlene
by Siobhan

It had been a few months since Darlene and I had gone out together. We
always enjoyed shopping, or going to the beach, having lunch. You know,
girl things. She left a message on my machine wondering what I was doing
Friday and if I was in the mood to go shopping. Well, I quickly returned
her call and set our plans for a day of paling around the mall. She
wanted to get "something special, something sexy." How could I resist.

Darlene is a few years younger than me. She stands about five foot six
inches tall, with shoulder length, wavy blonde hair. Her real 36C
breasts are capped by pert nipples that almost always seem to be hard,
there is not a single tan line on this woman and she's a natural blonde.
She really keeps herself in shape.

Friday arrived and I was rather excited. I hadn't seen Darlene in a
while and she'd been a star in more than a few finger sessions of mine
from time to time, though we'd never actually had sex. As with all of my
friends, she knew very well of my sexual preferences. I'm very happily
bi-sexual, leaning more to the lesbian side. 

Darlene showed up at my house just before 9:00. I wasn't quite ready
when she arrived, I still hadn't figured out what to wear on this
shopping spree. This is very important, you know. Clothes to shop in are
almost as important as the clothes one is shopping for. The doorbell
rang. I answered the door nude. At some people's houses that might seem
a bit odd. Not at mine. The pizza boy really likes it. Darlene is
wearing a long skirt and a halter top. "Just throw something on," she
smiled. "You're not going to be wearing it long, anyway." She followed
me into my bedroom and sat on the edge of my bed. I picked out clothes
to get in and out of easily, a skirt and a t-shirt, and was looking for
a pair of panties. "Don't worry about those, I'm not wearing any." She
stood up and raised her skirt so that I could see her beautiful blonde
patch. "No bra, either, Sweetie," she said, dropping her skirt and
unbuttoning her top. I wasn't sure, but I thought she was trying to
seduce me. Her tanned breasts popped out as if anxious to be free. It
took a lot of will power to keep from walking over to her and helping
her all the way out of her clothes and say to hell with shopping. I put
my clothes on, brushed my hair and we were ready to go.

We took her car, a sporty little convertible. It was a wonderful day, so
we had the top down. "I shouldn't have worn this skirt," she said,
pulling it up to almost around her waist, revealing her tanned thighs
all the way up to her pubes. "I can't work the clutch in it." Right
then, I knew something was going on in that deviant little mind of
her's. I'd seen her drive this car in evening wear and heels. She was
trying to show herself off. That's fine by me, I'll play along.

We went to a little French bakery for some croissants and coffee before
we hit the mall. We chit-chatted about our lives since we'd last seen
each other. It was so nice to see Darlene again. No matter where the day
when from here, I would enjoy it.

We arrived at the mall just as the shops were opening. I really like
that time of day there to shop. No kids running about, not many adults
for that matter. And it's early enough that no one's ruined the
salesperson's day yet. Darlene and I browsed through some of the shops,
not really looking at the clothes, just browsing. Waiting for that one
particular thing to jump out and say "try me." 

After a couple of shops, Darlene ventured into a lingerie shop. "Ah.
This is what I've wanted," she cooed, as she fondled a couple of very
sexy pieces. "Here," she handed something to me. "Let's try these on."
We went into the dressing rooms, I was going to take my own, simply
because we were the only two in the shop. Darlene grabbed my hand and
asked me to share with her, the sales girl smiled and said her name was
Tammy and to shout if we needed anything and left us alone. 

Darlene was out of her clothes before I could completely close the door.
What she had picked out didn't really need trying on, she just wanted
to. She had picked out two very sexy black lacy garter belts. The
dressing room wasn't really big enough for two adults, so we were very
close to each other. As my shirt was going over my head, I felt
Darlene's hand lightly cupping my right breast. Once my shirt was off
and I could see again, I saw Darlene staring at me as if she were in a
trance.

"I have a confession to make," she sighed. "I need your help with
something. If you don't want to, I'll understand," her hand fell from my
breast. "I caught Mac wanking to some girl-girl pics on the computer. I
know he's always wanted to do it with two women, I've just never known a
woman I wanted to be with. To tell you the truth, it really turns me on,
too, the thought of another woman." She looked into my eyes. There we
were, completely naked in very close quarters and a fantasy of mine was
coming true. How could I resist her?  I reached out and embraced her,
lightly kissing her on the mouth.

Our kiss only made us both hungry for more. Not here, though. Not like
this. I wanted our first time to be beautiful and sexy and sensuous. As
I ran my fingers over her smooth skin, electric shocks tingled at my
clit and my pulse raced. I wanted her deeply. It took every once of will
power to, again, control myself and put my clothes on. All I said was
"We need to go." We purchased the garter belts and matching stockings,
black silk with the line up the back.

On our way out of the shop, we held hands and giggled like schoolgirls.
My mind was racing. I had always wanted to make love with Darlene. Her
husband, Mac, had told me on more than one occasion that she was
absolutely wonderful in bed. I guess I was going to find out.

In the car, Darlene explained what she wanted to do with, and for, Mac.
"I want to see the lust in his eyes when he sees two real, in the flesh,
women making love in front of him," she beamed. She instructed me to
open the glove box and take out a piece of paper. It was a picture of
two stunning women wearing only black lace garter belts, black
stockings, heels and pearls. Their hair was done up elegantly in a comb
in back. Their make-up was impeccable. They were locked in a lovers'
embrace. I was awed. "This is how I want to dress and that is only part
of what I want to do," she said, grinning from ear to ear. She stopped
at a red light, turned to me and, in morning traffic, kissed me square
on the mouth. The kind of "come fuck me now" kiss  that takes you a few
seconds to recover from. The kind of kiss that makes the guy behind you
honk his horn because the light has changed. The kind of kiss when you
ignore the guy honking his horn behind you for a moment.

"Okay," was all I could manage. 

Darlene put the car in gear and sped off toward my house. I was finally
going to make love with her. The short few miles from the mall to my
house seemed an eternity. I hadn't been this excited in quite some time.
I was most certainly enjoying it. I told her it would probably be better
if she left the top of the car down, my seat needed to dry. She reached
over and felt the seat between my trembling legs and giggled.  

Once inside my house, I had to get naked. All the way there I pondered
just how to do it. Sexily? A slow tease? Help each other out of our
clothes in heated sexual bliss? Abandoning all that, I opted for the get
as naked as possible as quickly as possible route. My t-shirt was off
before the front door was closed and my skirt was off before my t-shirt
hit the floor. My screaming to be kissed pussy was soaking wet and my
nipples were ready to cut glass. Darlene, on the other hand, slowly
unbuttoned her halter, waiting until it was completely unbuttoned before
opening it to reveal her luscious breasts. I stood there, mesmerized by
her beauty, like a schoolboy looking at his first in-person naked woman.
I'd often fantasized about this very moment. Fantasy is wonderful, but
reality has got it all beat.

With her halter now off, Darlene massaged her breasts and let out a low
moan. Her left hand reached down, down between her legs outside of her
skirt and pressed to her mound, fingers out wide and using the heel of
her hand for the pressure. Her head was back in bliss. She purred as she
found the elastic waistband of her skirt and pulled it down, revealing
her beautiful, tanned arse. Now using both hands, she slid the skirt off
and stepped out of it. She stood naked in my eyes. One of the most
beautiful women I had ever had the pleasure of knowing. I was going to
make her cum like there was no tomorrow.

We moved toward each other, eager for the first full embrace. Skin to
skin. Breast to breast. Mound to mound. Mouth to mouth. Lust to lust.

We kissed. Nibbles at first, feeling it out, so to speak. We wrapped
ourselves around each other as our kiss became deeper, stronger. We
moved to the couch. It's a good thing we did, too, or I would've been on
the floor shortly after. My knees were very close to giving out. On the
couch, we explored each other more as we continued to kiss. The urgency
in the room was almost overwhelming. My need to do more, explore more
was coming to a head when Darlene broke our kiss and planted her mouth
on my left nipple. I came. She licked and sucked and I came some more.
She put her hand on my right breast and kneaded that one as she sucked
the other and I came some more. I was writhing under her as she played
with my tits and all I could do was come. I pulled her face up to my
mouth as I sat up and I kissed her and gently pushed her on to her back.
I sat back up for a moment and looked at her. There she was, naked
before me, nothing to hide, ready to receive my love. I reached out and
cupped her right breast in one hand, her left in the other. I tweaked
her nipples with my thumbs as she moaned and purred under me. I lowered
myself to her, taking her left nipple into my mouth. I licked `round and
`round, spiraling up to the erect nipple, then back `round again. Over
and over as her moaning increased. I took her nipple in my teeth, not to
bite, just a tiny bit of pressure and then sucked her breast like a
Hoover to a football. She hugged my head and pulled me closer, holding
on for dear life. 

It was then that I reached down between her gorgeous tanned thighs and
reached for her very wet, very willing, very ready pussy. My finger
found her clit and she stepped onto the express lift. Her legs shot open
and a hand grabbed my arse and pulled my even closer to her. She started
to whimper below me as my finger massaged her swollen clit. I was
determined to give her many an orgasm today, so this might as well be
the first. I continued to finger her, sliding in and out of her wetness,
her hips starting to buck to meet my hand. I still had her breast in
liplock and she still had me in a wonderful headlock. 

"Oohhh, yesssss, please, please -- oh, please. Don't--don't--(gasp)--stop.
Oh, my -- oh, my!  OH, MY!!! HERE! HERE! HEEEERRRRRE! OHHHHH!!!!!!!"

She was gasping for air as her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal
wave. She held me as she came back down, kissing the top of my head as I
lay on her breast, feeling her breathing regain its rhythm. I smiled as
I felt the beads of perspiration between her breasts. Sexual
perspiration. Sexual orgasm perspiration.

I slowly sat up, enjoying the sight of her in her post-orgasmic glow.
Her smile, her eyes, her body, warm and relaxed, back from that place
where all women go in orgasm. "You wouldn't believe how long I've wanted
to do that," I smiled. "I know," she smiled back. "I've had quite a few
afternoons spent thinking about you and this and how it would be--"

Darlene then told me a story about when she was at camp her senior year
of high school. She and her roommate would lie on her bunk next to each
other and watch each other masturbate. They never made it to the point
where they could touch each other. Sad. I hugged her and kissed her.
"We've only just started, Love," I said, taking her hand as I stood up
from the couch. 

I lead her outside to the pool. We swam and lazed about for a while. We
sat back on pool lounges and talked, mostly about sex. As we talked, I
noticed she was touching herself. "Don't worry, I'll do far more for you
than just watch." I reached over and slid between her legs. She
increased her rubbing. I moved my face closer and laid my head on her
thigh, inches away from her blonde paradise. She spread her legs and her
lips and continued to diddle her swollen clit. I could see her wetness
between her lips and could smell her musky aroma and that was all I
could take. I slid up and kissed her pussy. Her moans and sighs and
gasps encouraged my kisses to become more passionate. I kissed her pussy
like I would kiss her mouth. A few brushes, then fuller with the lips,
then open mouthed with my tongue. 

Once I began kissing her pussy, her hand was removed and placed on the
back of my head. As I switched from kissing to licking, the pressure
from her hand increased slightly. I continued to lick her sweet wetness
and the pressure from her hand increased a little more. I had been
purposely staying away from her clit. I wanted to tease her and make her
orgasm build to the most explosive she'd ever had by mouth. Once I
started licking and sucking her swollen, aching clit, she ground my face
to her with both hands and bucked to the rhythm of my tongue. The
neighbours three blocks away heard her cumming, if they were home. My
face was wet to my shoulders when she was done. I absolutely love doing
that. I came right with her. 

"Let me do that for you now," she begged. We kissed and she tasted
herself on my mouth. "I want to please you, Siobhan, I want to give you
orgasms. I want to give you what you gave me--

Like I was going to say "no".

I kissed her again and sat back on the lounge. I opened my arms to her
for a hug. As we embraced, I whispered into her ear "Do what you wish,
my love." We kissed a while longer. She started to move down my neck
with her mouth, slowly across my breasts, down to my belly. She slid
back some on the chair and wrapped her hands around my thighs as she
lowered herself to my waiting, wanting, ready, aching, wet, wet, wet
pussy. I spread my legs for her as she lowered her mouth to my little
pink slit. I could feel her breath from her nostrils across my patch of
red pubes. Her lips touched mine, lightly at first. I could feel her
become more at ease with having her face between another woman's legs as
she began to kiss and lick at my wetness. It didn't take her long at all
before she was lapping at my pussy like she'd been doing it for years.
She was enjoying it almost as much as I was. As she kissed and licked
and sucked at my pussy, I could feel that familiar, wondrous feeling
start to build. I clutched the arms of the lounger as she dove herself
into me, licking and sucking at my lips and then, finally, at my
screaming clit. She put one hand on my belly and one under my arse as
the waves of my orgasm crashed through me. Darlene continued to lick and
suck at my clit sending wave upon wave upon wave of pleasure through
me...

The rest of our afternoon was spent in my room, in bed, making love,
resting, and making love some more. As we lay there, lost in our bliss,
Darlene noticed it was well after the time her husband usually arrives
home from work. She reached for the phone and dialed up her home number.
She called out of love and courtesy. She was almost giggly on the phone.
The last thing she said to her husband was "I love you, I'll see you in
a little while. Oh, by the way, I bought you a little present--"