Chapter 2
Sheila returned from a productive shopping spree the following afternoon. A stack of packages was bound in her arms. Although she generally did not spend money foolishly, the temptation of a bargain invariably got the better of her. She purchased a few outfits that would be useful when the occasion dictated. Much of Sheila's success revolved around her ability to attract men of affluent means; portraying that role incurred a high level of maintenance and a few expenditures.
Exiting the elevator, she caught sight of a gorgeous young woman in the hall. She walked with purpose, as though on a mission. The canvas tote she swung appeared to contain the reason for her sure footing. When the two were almost parallel, they engaged in strong eye contact. Sheila instantly felt the pull of lust. Women occasionally caught her eye. The young woman was fair-haired, blue-eyed and petite, and she was deliciously symmetrical. The word succulent instantly came to mind. She assessed her age at twenty-one. Sheila pictured herself partaking of that lush mound tucked behind the pair of skintight jeans. She had provoking, saucy breasts; their jiggling movements within her formfitting T-shirt functioned as an incentive.
"Do you know the way to the fitness center?" she abruptly asked.
"Take the elevator to the top, and hang a right."
She beamed. "Thanks. We just moved here, and I haven't a clue where anything is."
The inference of "we" prompted Sheila's curiosity. She inspected the girl's finger for a ring and found none. There was no gut feeling that she represented wealth. Although the building catered to an elite crowd, the studio apartments were affordable to those without deep pockets. Sheila normally did not warm to people with whom she had no designs. Nevertheless, the young woman intrigued her. "I had the same problem during my first week, but I managed to gain my bearings."
"I'm glad to hear that. By the way, I'm Paula Meyers."
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Sheila Davenport." Paula extend her hand, then realized Sheila was at a disadvantage. "How thoughtless of me. Let me help you with those bags. Your arms look ready to give."
Sheila was far from experiencing difficulty, yet permitted Paula to assist. The girl's pleasant nature was a refreshing departure from some of her other neighbors. Sheila was in no hurry for them to part company. The idea of studying her in a swelter at the fitness center fanned the flames of desire.
"Wow. You've got a really nice place," Paula gushed upon entering. "We don't have nearly as much room."
"You have a roommate?" Sheila probed.
"My boyfriend." Her face momentarily darkened. "We're sort of having a fight right now. He's been extremely moody. Everything I do is criticized. Sometimes, I don't think I fit the image he has of himself."
"Men are often disappointing in that respect. Those with egos tend to be insensitive." Relief swept through her as she deposited her packages on the table. Hopefully, their relationship wasn't solid. Sheila sensed vibrations about Paula that lent themselves to the question. She wondered if the girl favored sexual experimentation. Many her age did. "Would you care for something to drink? I've wine, beer and soft drinks."
"I really ought to get myself to the fitness center. I thought that if I got myself in the habit of working out, my boyfriend might pay me more notice."
Sheila waved off her protestations. "If he doesn't see you as an exquisite creature, he's blind."
Paula's eyes perked. "Do you honestly believe that?"
"Of course, I do. I never extended unwarranted credit. If someone deserves a compliment, I gladly voice it." Sheila motioned to the sofa. "Have a seat. I'll change into my exercise attire and join you."
"That would be nice. I find it much more fun to exercise with someone-it's less discouraging."
An excitement fueled Paula. She seemed hungry for companionship. Sheila wondered if an underlying element struck a spark. Furnishing her an incentive might divulge that aspect of her character.
Sheila donned her tights and leotard, taking special care in arranging her breasts. Her sports bra, which offered maximum support, showcased her big tits. She closely examined her reflection. Not an inch of excess flab was found on her sleek frame. Sheila made a religion of keeping her figure in prime condition.
Her diamond pendant sat on her dresser. She saw no reason to wear it. Sheila never hypnotized anyone simply for pleasure. She derived her enjoyment from genuine submission. The pendant was used solely for enlarging her personal wealth. Before leaving her bedroom, she thought about leaving Linda a note. Her half-sister had mentioned running a few errands and was undecided when she would return.
Paula's eyes flared at the sight of Sheila's transformation. Sensational workout garb had replaced her blouse and skirt. Sheila glimpsed the flash of tongue skimming across her lips while assessing her altered appearance. Paula's lengthening stare underscored her suspicions. The girl might favor intimacy separate from her ongoing relationship.
Sheila was determined not to rush matters. If their exercise session yielded disappointing results, she would chalk the incident to miscommunication. On the other hand, if she effectively played her hand, the afternoon would end on a delirious note.
Paula encountered a few complications when initially operating some machines. Sheila had to make several adjustments before they were passable to Paula. She displayed patience in accepting Paula's athletic limitations, which immediately set the tone for friendship. Sheila, accustomed to a demanding workout, underplayed her capabilities as a means of retaining her modesty. She could have easily spun circles around Paula, yet refrained from doing so.
"I can't believe people actually enjoy doing this," Paula griped after struggling with the Leg Press. "God. I'm going to hurt big time by tonight."
"You'll be fine," Sheila mentioned, calmly operating the Stair Climber. She had been stealing glances at Paula's diminutive figure, acutely aware of her tiny waist and perky breasts. The girl enthralled her. She fancied young women of her fragile construction. "Relax. Take it in stride. Exercise is a language to which your body adapts; once given a taste, it'll crave more."
"That's easy for you to say," Paula needled. "Look at you: toned to perfection. Your shape is to die for."
Sheila questioned whether Paula would care for a sample. The thought of her running a tongue through her pussy was more than she could mentally process. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Satisfaction could only be obtained if Paula voluntarily solicited it. Sheila would never order it through hypnosis-that went against her personal code.
"Tell me of your boyfriend," Sheila petitioned. "What's he like?"
Despite her prior torment over discussing him, a few details were contributed. "How can I describe Angelo? He's your classic Italian: tall, dark and handsome. In addition, he's witty, has a good sense of humor, and definitely makes the earth shake in the bedroom. There is, however, a very intense side of him that never fails to puzzle me."
Sheila shrugged. "Italians embrace intensity. It's an integral part of their character."
"I suppose, but when he seizes me with those dark eyes, I feel as though I'm stripped raw-emotionally defenseless. Unspoken accusation is always churning, always present."
Paula's assessment baffled her. "You mentioned something of your not meeting his expectations. What does he insist you become?"
Paula shrugged. "I suppose he wants me to be more like him."
"That's preposterous. You're entitled to preserve your own qualities. He has no right to impose change." Sheila disliked Paula's portrayal of Angelo. He sounded as though he valued control, having no tolerance for originality. She discounted her clandestine undertakings; those expeditions served a lucrative purpose.
Sheila paused. Pronouncing her boyfriend a jerk might backfire. Paula's nonchalance could be temporary, and any negative remarks could subsequently count against her. She resisted from further airing her opinion.
Being someone Paula could seek for comfort appealed to Sheila.
A reverberant bell had been struck. Paula vacated the Leg Press and went to Sheila. A spark of recognition flared in her eyes. An untamable sensation manifested itself in the pit of her groin. Sheila concluded that if Paula touched her, the firewall of her defense system would crumble.
"I wish I had your spirit, Sheila," Paula murmured, coming closer. "I'd fare victoriously in battle."
"You simply have to speak your mind." Her voice grew faint. Her groin was flooded with moisture. Paula continued to narrow the distance between them. Sheila noticed the stubs pushing their way through her T-shirt. Paula's nipples were erect, burgeoning with excitement.
"I'm sorry," Paula murmured, abruptly halting. "I shouldn't inconvenience you with my problems."
Sheila held her arms open in compassion.
"Come here."
The invitation did not need repeating. Paula floated toward her, moving seductively against Sheila's aroused body. Those rock-hard nubs dug into her. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. The press of Paula's hands was exhilarating-especially when they traveled down Sheila's back and groped her ass. Their mouths came together in an excited rush. Sheila reveled in Paula's lustful exploration. The mingling of heat and saliva catapulted them to dizzying heights.
Instinctively, Sheila ground her crotch against Paula. The girl moaned, then returned her pressure with equal abandon. Unable merely to digest the sensation, Sheila took the initiative and yanked Paula's T-shirt up to uncover those swollen nuggets. Paula's nipples were a mouthwatering pink. Sheila panted at the sight of them. An urge to suck them superimposed itself over her every conscious thought.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Paula sobbed seconds after Sheila wrapped her lips about her fleshy stub and drew powerfully upon it. Her fingers circled, then caressed the other. Paula's head veered back at the reeling commotion. "Oh, yes. Yes."
Paula's sweat, coupled with her natural flavors, sent Sheila into a frenzy. She darted over her inflamed nipple, then immediately sought its twin. She took it in a hot pucker, extracting its sweetness with an expert twist. "Mmmmm," came Sheila's hoarse affirmation when cramming a nipple in her mouth and vibrating against its thrilling shape. "Mmmmmm. Ohhhhhh."
Paula was not to be outdone. She tore Sheila's leotard open and released her large tits from the sports bra. Those heaving mountains of flesh sprang from confinement, anxious to receive Paula's tongue. Though her style wasn't nearly as polished, Paula managed to appease the beast that raged through Sheila's system. She engaged one stout nipple with a satisfying suck after rubbing her lips imaginatively over her tit. When Paula receded, Sheila's nub dripped with saliva. She attacked the other with identical fervor. By the time Paula was through, Sheila's tits throbbed.
The two sank to the floor. They succumbed to the weight of their frenzied passion. Sheila's thighs curved around the girl's head, just as Paula adopted a similar posture. The smell of moist pussy wafted.
Paula quickly dragged Sheila's tights down her slim thighs. The fragrant brown curls and the pink patch sharpened her appetite. She ran her tongue through the thick snarl, inhaling Sheila's essence. Mmmmm. Paula's thirst nearly drove her to madness. Dividing the cleft of her snatch, Paula stumbled upon an enlarged clit. Her wriggling tip promptly paid it notice.
"Oh, God," Sheila whimpered, contorting. An electric thrill that nearly overloaded her circuits bolted through her system. The girl was no stranger to oral pleasure of the female variety. "Ohhhhhh." Sheila pushed her snatch closer to that gorgeous face to provide it complete access. "More."
Paula slurped her dank, cuntal membranes. That jarring tickle could not be ignored. Ecstasy raced through her entire being.
Restricting herself to a passive role held no allure for Sheila. The nectar contained beyond that blonde fluff drew her curiosity. She split the pink cleft with her tongue, then delved into Paula's hot crack.
"God!" Paula gasped. She arched her spine in fiery rebuttal.
Clasping her compact buttocks, Sheila held her fast. She didn't want the girl continually jumping away from her mouth. Paula's flesh was smooth to the touch. She stroked those sleek, satiny hips before attempting that cunt. When she dabbed the sodden flaps, Paula merely trembled. No further repellent actions arose.
"Mmmmm," Sheila hummed, licking the sugary wetness. Paula was a melange of flavor. The lips of her pussy unfolded at her flutter. She cleaned the tangy residue from Paula's delicate folds.
Paula wailed from her spearing tongue. Sheila deliciously probed her. Ohhhhh. Her vibrant tip wonderfully differed from Angelo's. Breathlessly, she submitted to its ticklish furor. "Yes," she purred, "lick me. Ohhhh. That feels marvelous. Oh, please, don't stop. Yes. Ohhh."
Before the sob died in her throat, Paula resumed her feast. Her vigorous tongue found gainful employment in Sheila's cunt. Into that succulent division it went, reaching ambitiously for her molten core. She swiftly raided Sheila's honey supply. The sound of her soft gulps echoed between Sheila's splayed thighs.
Each took a different approach in stimulating the other's clit. Sheila attacked Paula's with deft precision. She rolled over it and besieged that pebble with a series of arousing flicks. Paula, conversely, drew lavish circles around Sheila's love button, then coquettishly zeroed in upon it. Sheila found her technique highly effective. She aimed for Paula's elusive tongue, her excitement spiraling. When she fared a connection, the voltage was practically fatal. Ohhhhhhhh.
"Faster," Sheila moaned, getting caught up in those overwrought strokes. Paula whipped her into a frenzy. "Faster, honey. Oh, yes. Ohhhhh."
Paula responded by wrapping her thighs around Sheila's face. Her soaked cunt lips silenced her. Sheila happily ate what was shoved into her mouth. Mmmmm. She scoured that pink hem, then drank the tasty dew clinging to its edge.
When Sheila reclaimed Paula's clit, she resisted abandoning it. She loitered over that inflamed bud, delivering lively slurps. Paula reflected a fierce beat. She kept that pulsing button alert. Those slim hips shook violently.
"Oh, God," Paula wept. She exhaled over Sheila's saliva-drenched pussy. Her bid to bring Sheila to orgasm was interrupted by those overpowering laps. By reflex, she gripped Sheila's thighs. Her fingers dug into her silky flesh. Ohhhhh. The woman made it impossible to continue. Her furious tip would not relent. "You're going to make me cum."
Sheila was beyond caring. She ached to see the girl spasm. She lashed that throbbing pebble, hooking it with her tongue. Paula went wild. She jerked and thrashed around her face. Sheila attached her lips to Paula's snatch, swallowing her spurts of joy.
"Ohhhhhh," Paula squeaked. "Oh, yes."
Regardless of Paula's wild pitching, Sheila's link would not be broken. She was securely lashed to that seizure-ridden pussy. Paula's recovery, however, "was swift. It wasn't because Sheila hadn't bestowed her a splendid orgasm; her determination to reciprocate overrode all else.
She lowered her mouth to Sheila's dark patch and segregated those sticky lips with her tongue. Sinking into that tasty cunt, she drew Sheila's gasp. Sheila's ravenous expedition yielded a scrumptious treat. Eating pussy got her juices flowing. Paula smacked her tongue, downing them.
Leisure consumption, however, was not her plan. Paula fixed upon her clit. She attended it with riveting licks. Bubbles slid from her lips while she flogged that aroused dot. Sheila contorted. "Yeah. Quickly. Do it. Ohhhhhh. Lick my pussy. Suck my clit."
Paula's blonde tresses spilled over Sheila's thighs. She temporarily blocked her view. After sweeping aside that lustrous mane, she nearly went into palpitations. Paula's assault was visually stimulating. That limber tip disbursed powerful volts into her system. Ohhhhhh. Sheila was certain her circuits neared an overload.
Paula was splendidly tenacious. She worked toward sending Sheila into orbit.
"Faster! Yes!" Sheila implored. "Ohhhhhh. Oh, God."
Swinging her hips, Sheila impaled herself on Paula's tongue. In spite of Sheila's apparent delight, Paula did not wish to fuck her in that manner. She withdrew her vivacious tip from Sheila's quivering hole and resumed her shattering whips. That clit pulsed madly beneath her steady flail.
"Mrnmmmm," Paula murmured, attaching to that button.
Sheila's vision blurred. Her eyes closed and her mouth went slack as her pleasure intensified. That stalking tongue demanded her orgasm. It licked her to oblivion.
"Yes," Sheila whimpered, contracting. "Yes. Ohhhhhhh. I'm cumming. I'm cumming."
Paula did not lift her face until Sheila's resulting ooze was dispatched. She drained her nectar supply. Sheila trembled each time she dipped into her quivering snatch and scooped more of her trickling secretions. That stabbing tongue prolonged her shuddering.
Sheila pulled her into her arms and kissed Paula's pussy-tasting mouth. "That was incredible," she whispered. "You made me cum hard."
"I was about to faint, myself," she confessed. "Mmmmmm. Coming to the fitness center will have special meaning from this moment forward. Can we meet again?"
"What will youf boyfriend say?"
"I won't tell him."
Sheila approved of her secrecy. Having someone without the complication of hypnosis pleased her. Revolving every encounter around a burglary erased much of the enjoyment. She vastly preferred a little recreational sex to take off the edge. "Everybody needs a secret outlet."
Nodding, Paula curled in her embrace.