Chapter 5

On the dance floor of a lesbian bar, Billie might have been a bit unsure and tentative. But now that she had me up in her apartment, she took the lead.

As soon as we were inside, she backed me up against the front door.

I pressed the door with my back and it clicked home, the locks shutting.

Now I was sealed up with this beautiful lesbian.

I knew Billie didn't like men that was obvious from a hundred subtle signals she sent off, and from those she did not send off.

I knew she had an affair of some kind going with Martha, a pretty little miss who was her good right hand and assistant.

But it wasn't Martha occupying Billie's erotic attentions tonight.

She pressed her front against me. Her pocketbook was looped by its strap over her shoulder, freeing her hands to take hold of my head.

She brought her face up to mine and pressed her mouth on my open lips.

We kissed with open mouths. She put her tongue in my mouth, probing, tasting.

Her tongue pressed deep. It was urgent, and I could feel the strength of her desires, desires which she kept concealed under her cool, composed front.

But now she was in the privacy of her own place, behind a locked door, with a female she now knew shared her desires.

I let her take the lead, knowing she had to take the more active role.

Which suited me fine. I like to be done, as well as do.

She touched me as she kissed me, feeling out the form of me through the clothing which

I wore now, but not for long.

At last she broke off the kisses. The rosy red glow in her cheeks wasn't from cosmetic blusher, it was from natural excitement.

Eyes shining, she took me by the hand.

I said, "Billie, you have a beautiful apartment, and I really want to see all of it-later. Now, all I want to see is the bedroom!"

Her bedroom was all pink, white, and gold, with highly polished antique furniture and a beautiful brass bed.

I put down my pocketbook and my coat on an armchair in the bedroom.

Billie took off her coat and came to me. She wore a one-piece black dress, long-sleeved, tight in the bodice, with a flaring skirt.

The skirt was pleated and its hem dipped discreetly down past her knees.

From below the swirling hem came her calves, sheathed in black nylons.

She was thin and wiry, with a pair of small, sharply pointed breasts. They made gentle bumps with the nipples forming sudden sharp pebbles of flesh.

I knew from the look of her that she wore no bra.

"I'll undress you, darling," she murmured. "Yes, I'd love that," I said. She hugged me some more, pressed kisses on me, patted and fondled my hair which was still pinned up in the business-like style I had worn to work.

She stood facing me, posture straight and tall as she reached for the front of my blouse and unbuttoned it.

She opened my skirt, pulled the tails of the blouse from the waistband.

Her gaze, directed downward at my chest, glimmered more brightly, when she opened the front of my blouse and saw my breasts.

I wore a lacy pink satin bra and matching lingerie that day. My breasts were a deeper, more blushing pink than the cups which held them.

"Oh, you are exquisite!" Billie gasped.

"Wait until you see me with no clothes at all, all naked."

"I can't wait! I've wanted you since the first time I set eyes on you, when you were still working for that pig, Stan!"

While she spoke, she undid the catch of my skirt and opened it.

She said, "I wanted you so much, but I didn't dream you were a lesbian, too!"

"I'm not," I said, then, before she could freeze up, I added, "I'm bi ... but there's not many men who turn me on like you do, Billie!"

"I'll make you feel better than any man could!"

"I can't wait...."

My skirt was tugged off my hips and fell to my feet. I now was dressed in my bra, a pink satin half-slip, and flesh-colored pantyhose.

I reached behind my back to unhook the strap of the bra.

When it was freed, Billie slid the straps off my shoulders, then peeled the cups off my breasts, which tumbled out.

The nipples, freed from the cups, stiffened to their fully erect length.

Billie chewed her lower lip, breathing fast with hot longing lust.

She pressed her palms against my breasts, so that the tips of the nipples pressed the centers of her palms.

She massaged the breasts, making slow sensual circles, pushing the breasts together, pulling them apart, rubbing them.

She rubbed my flat belly, squeezed my hips, took down the slip.

I stepped out of my shoes and she guided me to her bed. She pulled down the ornate spread to display a quilt and sleek sheets.

She put her hands on my shoulders and sat me down on the mattress. She pressed until I lay down on my back.

I lifted my legs and put them on the bed. She leaned over me and fondled me through the skin-tight pantyhose covering my lower body.

She caressed my thighs, which I spread for her. She rubbed my pussy through the crotch of the pantyhose.

Soft rustlings sounded as her fingers writhed on the sleek nylon fabric.

Finally she hooked her fingertips into the waistband of the pantyhose and peeled them down off my hips, rolling them to my thighs.

She halted for a second to stare wide-eyed at my quivering pussy.

I arched my back and raised my bottom from the bed so she could take the pantyhose all the way down, which she did.

She caressed me as she undressed me, rubbing the smooth sensitive insides of my upper thighs, stroking my skin as she unrolled the pantyhose.

Presently, they were pulled from my toes, leaving me quite naked.

She stood at the bedside, looking down at me.

"Hurry," I urged, "I need you...."

With crisp, efficient movements, she undid the cuffs of her long-sleeved dress and pulled down the zipper which ran in the back.

While she took off her dress, I slithered to the bed's head and sat up.

I pulled the pins from my hair, freeing it. Masses of hair spilled down the side of my head, unwinding in spiral curves.

The hairpins made little tappings sounds as I set down each of them on the top of the night table, while the hair tumbled.

Then all of it was free, the last pin undone. I gave my head a toss to shake out the hair, then ran the fingers of both hands through it.

The hair spilled down over my back and breasts. Billie had stopped undressing, to savor the sight of me quite literally taking my hair down. I had a feeling she fancied long hair.

Not for herself her dark hair was cut in a neat, fluffy style, parted on the side, some of it sweeping over her high forehead and into her eyes.

But she fancied it on her girls. Martha, her little pet in the design room, whom I was positive she was having an affair with, had hair longer than mine.

My hunch must have been correct, since Billie gasped and told me what beautiful hair I had, and reached for it to fondle it.

She ran it through her fingers, which trembled with eagerness, as did the rest of her.

"You get undressed, too," I urged, pulling at her clothes.

She took off her dress. She was thin with ivory skin. Her breasts were about the size of small tomatoes, with very sharp pale pink nipples.

She wore black tights, which she took off so quickly that she put a run in them.

Then, naked as I was, she climbed into bed.

She pressed against me, and I was caressed by her smooth warm soft skin, which sparked tingles where it touched my flesh.

Her body was wirily muscled, covered by skin as smooth as silk and soft as butter. Her long-legged form shook with her strong passions.

She climbed on top of me and kissed me, her smaller breasts nuzzling my larger ones, her long legs entwined with my own.

Her hips were lean with sharp hip bones and a soft downy bush and infinitely softer pussy lips, which pressed my own.

She handled my hair-hair was one of her great fetishes.

She took double handfuls of my tresses and pressed them to her face, fondling them, inhaling their faint sweet scent.

She rubbed my hair against my breasts, flicking the tips of the hair against the stiff nipples of my upturned breasts.

She did not neglect herself with this treatment, and rubbed the hair against the mounds of her own bosom, small shivering knobs of flesh.

She pressed her face to my breasts and rained down kisses on them.

She handled them, soft bosom flesh oozing between her spread fingers.

She pressed them, plumping them up, with their stiff nipples jutting. She kissed them many times, then licked them.

She pressed both breasts together, with the nipples throbbing side by side, so close that she could touch both at once with her tongue.

I murmured, "Let me do you, too!"

Getting on her hands and knees, she crawled to the bed's head.

To my head....

I reached up as, on my back, I caressed her form.

She turned at the bed's head and squatted facing my feet. She planted her knees on either side of my head.

Her warm thighs pressed my cheeks. At their summit was the mound of her pussy, where a rich brown bush mostly covered a long, thin pussy.

She lowered herself down to me, to my open wet-lipped waiting mouth.

Her crotch covered my face, blocking the light, throwing me in warm dimness.

Her bush tickled my flesh, then her soft pussy lips pressed the lips of my mouth.

She held herself poised squatting above me, with her pussy lips pressing lightly on my mouth, while my puckered lips pressed kisses on them.

The scent of her was rich and musky and tingled on my nerves.

I extended my tongue. She moaned when I licked her pussy lips.

She rocked her hips back and forth over my mouth while I licked her labia.

When they were sticky with saliva, she lowered them more, and I put my tongue inside her, wedging it into her slit.

She was long and thin, as I said, with delicate pussy lips. Inside she was tight and slippery also steamy, humid, and dripping.

She gasped as she settled her pussy down on my mouth.

She leaned forward to do me, which pressed her pussy even more forcefully against my face, engulfing my mouth with pussy flesh.

Juices smeared on my face, while my tongue lanced up inside her.

My thighs were parted for her, when she rested her palms on top of them, and brought her head down between them.

Her warm breath fanned through my own bush, and played on my pussy lips.

Her breath was immediately followed by her lips, which pressed hot kisses on them.

My pussy sparked as her kisses played over it. She fastened her mouth to my slit, licked me, tongued me inside and out.

The two of us were locked in steamy lesbian love, attached mouth to crotch, with Billie riding my mouth while she mouthed my pussy.

There was the sound of the creaking bedsprings; the rustle of flesh rubbing flesh; the sound of sighs, gasps, moans; liquid slurping sounds.

Billie took her tongue out of me, and pressed the smooth wet insides of her lips against my already overheated clitoris.

She gently sucked the clit up between her lips and held it there, licking it with her tongue tip until she made me come.

Her own climax followed as soon as I had recovered sufficiently from my own.

That was the first of many mutual and singularly satisfactory orgasms the two of us enjoyed on a long night of hot lesbian love.

Billie was a good lady and a fine lover, and with all due modesty, I'm sure she was as pleased with me as I was with her.

For the two weeks following that night, we really got into it hot and heavy.

We hadn't been lovers for very long before she felt comfortable enough to let the kinkier side of her libido show itself.

With a wanton bed partner like me, she didn't feel the need to restrain all her desires, but she only let them show a little at a time.

The first Friday night of our affair, I spent the night at her place.

I brought my little overnight bag with me when I showed up at eight o'clock that Friday night, having first gone home from work.

I wore a red blouse and tight black jeans-but not for long.

As soon as I came over, after all our initial kisses and hugs, she took me into the bedroom, where I set down my bag.

Then she took off all my clothes.

She wore all black a long-sleeved man's black shirt which buttoned down the front, and a pair of slinky black pants.

The pants were very tight in her hips and crotch, showing all the details of her mound, and pussy lips, and the ripe cheeks of her ass.

She had a bottom like a fifteen year old boy's, with a pair of high, firm, rounded buttocks which formed almost perfect globes.

She stayed dressed as she sensually stripped me naked.

When I was all nude, I asked innocently, "Aren't you getting naked, too?"

"Later," she said. "Time enough for that later."

"You mean we aren't ... " I looked at the bed.

"Oh, we will, we will!" she laughed. "But not just yet ... dinner's all made and we'll eat it and have some wine first.

"I just like to see you naked, Donna. Do you mind?"

"No, of course not ... I like it. I like-games."

"Yes, I rather guessed that you did. So do

I."

She patted me briskly on the bottom. "Now come, Donna, into the living room with you!"

All nude, with my hair free and hanging down, I went with her into the living room, whose curtains, I saw, had all been closed to cover the windows.

There were good food smells in the kitchen, and they filtered out to the living room, where Billie and I sipped wine.

She sat in an armchair, and I sat naked on her lap, my bare bottom pressing the tops of her thighs, while she slipped an arm around my waist.

We both held our wine glasses, which were largely filled, although, at the rate we were drinking them, they would call for a refill before too long.

"Poor Martha!" I said.

"Why do you say that?"

"Oh, don't be coy, Billie. From the way the poor girl moons around you, anybody can plainly see that's she hopelessly in love with you!"

"Martha is a lovely girl ... so are you, dear."

And she rubbed the base of the wine glass against the smooth tops of my thighs.

I said, "Martha is very, very jealous of me. If she could see me-us now, she would really be green with envy!"

"Don't you worry your pretty head about Martha. Martha will take and like anything that I do to her."

"Hmmmm, that's a very strong statement ... very provocative."

"Very true."

"What is she, your slave or something."

"You don't know how true that is!" Billie said.

"More and more interesting," I murmured. "Now that you've got my curiosity fired up, you simply have to satisfy it!"

And so she did, giving me some very intimate details of the special relationship that she had with her little pet, Martha.

As she spoke, she got turned on and handled me.

She fondled my breasts, tweaked and played with my nipples, rubbed my belly and hips and thighs, then parted those thighs.

As she got to the more graphically detailed parts, she opened my thighs and she stroked my naked pussy while she spoke.

I was hot and wet. My juices coated her fingers as they fondled my slit.

At last, I said, "My, my! Who would have imagined that quiet, shy little Martha would be into such things as that!"

I spoke quite breathlessly those fondlings had really gotten to me.

Billie asked, "And you, dear are you into such games?"

"Some of them," I said, "but I switch roles. I'm not totally submissive like Martha must be. She sounds very well trained."

"Oh, she is, she is! She does anything I tell her to do!"

"That has possibilities...."

"Hmph! Now, you'll make me jealous, Donna!" she teased.

Then she put her finger in me, and we stopped talking about Martha stopped talking at all, as a matter-of-fact.

She pressed the tip of her middle finger into me. I was wet from the fondling she had already given me, so the finger easily entered.

She pressed it deep, and fucked me with it, fingering my clit at the same time.

When I came, I came heavily.

I squealed, gasped, groaned. I pressed my thighs closed and squeezed Billie's hand hard against my orgasming pussy.

She held me on her lap, kissing and cuddling and fondling me while I recovered from the orgasm.

At last, into the kitchen we went, a portion of it serving as a mini-dining room, and there we ate the gourmet meal she had cooked.

I wanted to do something, so after she had set out the various dishes on the sideboard, I served them to us.

Billie was very turned on from having a naked servant girl!

I had to be careful, to keep my bare breasts from smearing in the salad dressing or pressing the quiche, as I served it out.

Each time I came to the table to set out one item or another, Billie would touch me, to lay a hand on my ass, or hips, or thighs.

Each aspect of the meal was erotic, so that the acts of biting, chewing, and drinking all looked extremely sexually provocative.

The meal done at last, into the washer went the dirty dishes, while into the living room went Billie and myself.

She poured out brandy in oversized glasses. Plenty of wine had gone into me throughout the meal, so that I was nice and high.

But the brandy was of another, much higher potency. It numbled and tingled my mouth, and lit a fire in my belly.

Fire burned in more than my belly, though, and when Billy suggested that we refill our glasses and take them into the boudoir, I was more than ready.

Into the bedroom we went, where the night table lamp made the soft light all golden, and made our skin look rich and shining.

Billie wanted to play games....

While I sat on the mattress, feet on the floor, sipping gulping, really brandy, she rummaged through the drawer in the night table.

From it, she took a length of black silk, a scarf.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"To cover your eyes, to blindfold you so that you won't see all the things that I'm going to do to you."

"All right," I giggled. "Why not?"

She took the brandy glass from me, and set it down on the night table, next to her own.

She covered my eyes with the black silk cloth, knotting it closed at the back of my head, so that it banded clear around it.

It pressed my hair in like a headband, so that it pressed close to the scalp above the blindfold, while flaring out below it.

My eyes were closed when the blindfold was put in place. Billie adjusted the band so that my eyes were well and truly covered with the cloth.

Having my eyes covered made my other senses all the more acute and sharp.

I heard the rustling of Billie's garments as she moved, the soft intake of breath as she reached for me, the squeak of bedsprings moving under her.

She handled me freely then, her hands all urgent as they touched, caressed. She lavished lots of attention on my hair.

She sat me on her lap, then fed the brandy to me like I was a child.

I could not see the glass as she brought it to my face. Its rim pressed my lips, while its flavorful fumes made me tingle.

Billie held the glass to my lips and poured the brandy while I sipped.

Once or twice, she poured too fast on purpose, most likely and the brandy spilled down my chin and on my bosom.

She put down the glass, then licked the brandy from my chin, then nuzzled my breasts as she licked them clean.

The nipples were already stiff, before she even started licking. By the time they were done, they throbbed under a coating of saliva.

She kissed my mouth, tasting of brandy, her mouth humid with body heat.

She eased me off her back and down on the bed.

I lay there limply as she moved me around, positioning my limbs like a puppet.

She pulled my arms so that they stretched along my head. She lay down on top of me, her thin bony body still dressed in blouse and slacks.

My skin was ultra-sensitive and seemed to feel all the fibres of her man's shirt and the slinky slacks which covered her.

She took hold of my wrists and held my hands pinned down to the bed.

My head was turned up and she pressed hot kisses on my mouth. Having my eyes covered made me able to concentrate more on my mouth.

Her tongue probed and tasted and kissed. Her crotch rubbed my naked pussy, making the lips seethe with irritating stimulation.

She got off me, off the bed.

"Stay right there and don't move," she said.

"I won't move...."

"That's a good girl."

I heard her rummage some more through the night table drawer. She set down things on the table top. What things they were, I did not know.

There was the rustle of garments being taken off, and I knew she was undressing.

When she got back on the bed, her flesh was all naked where it rubbed mine.

She climbed up on the bed and on me. She squatted over me, with her ripe boyish buttocks perched on top of her chest.

She squatted with her legs folded under her, pressing down on my arms, with her taut thighs rubbing my face.

Her pussy was poised close to my face its aroma was overpowering.

She leaned forward to take hold of my hands, her pussy pressing my mouth.

I planted hot frantic kisses on her slit, as she crossed my wrists and bound them together with what felt like a velvet cord.

After she bound my hands, she let them fall to the mattress behind my head.

She leaned forward, pressing her pussy against my face.

"Eat me," she commanded.

The rich musky aroma of her already made my mouth water. She ground her pussy lips hard against my mouth.

The labia split and spread, smearing my mouth with hot wet juices.

I kissed her pussy, stuck my tongue inside her, licked her pussy.

She rocked back and forth, pressing her pussy up against my face, rubbing hard.

Her thighs squeezed my head, while her pussy engulfed the lower half of my face.

"Lick my clitoris and make me come," Billie ordered.

I pressed the tongue to her love button and polished it until she came.

After she climaxed, she was still far from done with me.

When she had caught her breath, and recovered her strength sufficiently for another go, she turned around on top of me.

She squatted down on my face, and spread my thighs for her mouth.

Her pussy dripped with masses of my saliva, which soaked her bush and dripped from her labia, spattering on my face.

The saliva was cool at first, but the pussy lips under it were hot, while between the labia, she was a furnace of humid body heat.

She held my thighs parted while she put her mouth on my slit and ate me.

She did me good and hard. She gripped my hips in her long-fingered hands and pinned me down to the mattress while she went down on me.

At the same time, I was eating her for the second time.

She made me come.

She didn't wait for me to stop gasping and moaning and shivering, so I could put my lips and tongue back to work on the pleasure of her pussy.

No, she had other plans, so she dismounted and climbed off me.

I lay there, hands still tied. The blindfold had slipped, but I kept my eyes closed anyway, so as not to spoil the mood.

She saw the black scarf had slipped, and pulled it back up to properly cover me.

Then she stood there at the bedside, while I waited. I heard her lift something off the night table, but I didn't know what it was.

After a pause of a moment or two. I was turned over.

She leaned over the bed and took hold of me and had me roll on my tummy.

My arms were stretched out in front of me, their hands tied. I rested my head between them. The nipples of my dangling breasts throbbed.

"Come on, Donna, bend your knees and get your rear up!" I did as I was told.

I knell on the bed with my upper body pressing the mattress. My knees were bent, and my bottom was raised up high.

Billie climbed on the bed, the mattress giving and adjusting to her weight. She stood on her knees behind my behind.

She fondled my bottom, patting it, smoothing it, stroking.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you, Donna?"

"No, I don't," I answered in a small frail voice.

"I'm going to fuck you fuck your pussy, just like a man would!"

She leaned into me then, and I felt something hard, rounded, slick, and smooth nudge my quivering pussy lips.

I knew what it had to be a dildo!

Billie held it and rubbed its head up and down my pussy. It was all wet, so she must have smeared it with saliva.

She reached around my waist with her left forearm and hooked it there, holding me in place while she pressed the dildo to my pussy.

I was dripping wet with her saliva and my own juices, which lubricated me.

She held the dildo head to my slit and pried open the pussy lips.

The dildo was smooth and fat, stretching me. Twinges of sensation shot through my stretched pussy, making me moan.

The head was in me, in to stay. Billie pushed her hips forward, which slipped the sleek dildo up inside me.

It fit me as tight as a finger inside a rubber glove.

I groaned when its base pressed up against the lips of my pussy. Billie fucked me.

She pumped the dildo in and out. It was tight, and produced suction sounds as it thrust back and forth, in and out.

As the rate of the strokes increased, she reached down my crotch to fondle my pussy lips, spread by the dildo.

After fingering them, she moved her hand up higher, to play with my breasts.

She handled my breasts while continuing to pump the shaft in and out.

My senses were pitched to ultra-sensitivity, from my eyes being blindfolded.

My throbbing nipples were so sensitive, that I thought I might well faint from pleasure as Billie played with them.

She stroked the dangling breasts and tweaked and rolled the nipples.

When those pebble-stiff nipples were handled, they sent off sensations which sizzled all the way down into my pussy.

She took hold of both breasts, using them like handles of flesh.

Her hips rocked back and forth, fucking me with the dildo, which was steadily more lubricated from my oozing juices.

Billie gripped my breasts so the stiff nipples jutted from the bottoms of her hands. She pulled and squeezed the mounds.

One hand released a breast. Freed, the fleshy mound jiggled wildly, while its twin, still clutched in her other hand, stayed in place.

She had freed her hand to bring it down to my clit.

She didn't touch it directly at first ... I was so tightly wound up from all that stimulation, that I couldn't take too strong a touch on my clit just jet.

But as she continued pumping the dildo, her fingers slid more forcefully on my clitoris with each stroke.

The pressure slowly increased, so that I was able to stand it.

The stimulation of her fingers fondling my clitoris was too much, combined as it was with the steady dildo fucking and breast handling.

Right in the middle of one of her fondling strokes, I climaxed.

I was so noisy, that I'm sure she wished she had gagged me, too!

When she knew I was coming, she plunged the dildo home.

like an arrow hitting the target, it filled me, its head pressing up tight at the top of my pussy, the shaft hugged by my membranes.

As I came, my pussy quivered convulsively, squeezing the dildo shaft.

I shook and trembled, spasming with ecstasy.

When I stopped coming at last, I was shaken and dazed.

I lifted my wet red face from the mattress, where I had pressed it toward the end, to muffle the cries I was making.

I heaved for breath, my breasts jiggling as I huffed and puffed.

I slumped forward, breasts pressing flat on the damp, sweat-stained mattress, while I kept my ass up and my legs bent.

The dildo was right inside me still, planted deep.