Loading...Heather walked into the quiet little coffee shop that day to meet her best friend Shannon, noticing immediately that she had claimed a booth in the back.
“Heather! I’m so glad you could come and meet me on such short notice! Please come and sit down.”
“No offense, Shannon, but this had better be as important as you said it was. I had to reschedule some very important meetings to come here today and my boss is oh, so pissed.”
“I’m sorry, dear. I really don’t mean to be such a bother. It’s just that something happened to me last night and I desperately need to talk to someone about it – someone I can trust to be very, very discrete. This is something I can’t even talk to Tom about, so of course I turned to my best friend of twenty years.”
“Don’t be silly, Shannon. Whatever is going on, I’m sure he would understand. Your husband absolutely worships the ground you walk on. You can talk to him about anything. You just need a little reassurance. When he comes back from his business trip . . .”
“No, believe me, I can’t talk to him about this.”
“But why not? What happened last night?”
“. . .”
“Come on, Shannon. Spill.”
“. . .”
“Shannon, you’d better start talking fast. When you called me, I set my career back by three years and nearly got into two traffic accidents racing to come and be here for you. I’m going to be very annoyed with you if it turns out I did all of that for nothing.”
“Do you promise not to tell anybody?”
“Of course, I do.”
“. . .”
“Shannon . . .”
“I cheated on Tom last night, Heather.”
“WHAT?!”
“Shhhh! Will you keep your voice down please?”
“Sorry, but I never imagined that I would hear you say such a thing. You and Tom always seemed so happy together, so madly in love. What happened? Are you two having some kind of trouble that I don’t know about?”
“That’s just it. We’re not! I still love him today as much as I did on the day I married him. I can hardly believe I did it, but I guess I just got swept away. It all happened so fast! Before I knew what was happening, I had been whisked halfway across town and taken to bed by someone other than my spouse.”
“Wow.”
“Exactly. That’s why I can’t talk to Tom about this! How can I tell the man I love and cherish more than life itself that I was so willing to jump into bed with someone else the minute his back was turned? Especially when I can’t figure it out myself!”
“Well, what exactly happened?”
“Do you remember how I called you up last night? Said I was bored with sitting around all alone at home while Tom was gone and how I wanted to go out and do something? I suggested that we go out and get a bite to eat and then go see that new play they were putting on down at the community theater.”
“Sure, I remember. I couldn’t go with you because I had a date with Mark. I told you I just couldn’t bring myself to break the date because I felt guilty over how many times I’d had to cancel on him lately because of the endless disasters at my office.”
“Right. Well, I just couldn’t bear another night of sitting around the house and so I went out anyway. I got tickets to that show, but when I saw that I was a couple of hours early, I decided to go over to this cozy little pub I’d noticed just down the street to have a few drinks.”
“Wait, I think I’ve seen this movie before. Is this the one where the heroine gets blind drunk one evening and then wakes up with some strange man the next morning?”
“No, not exactly.”
“Then, what did happen?”
“I was sitting at this little table and minding my own business, nursing a drink and reading this paperback I’d brought, okay? I’d dressed up a little since I was going out, done my hair and make up, you know, and evidently I caught someone’s eye. You should have seen him, Heather. He was fat and had this terrible comb over, but he was clearly convinced that he was God’s gift to women. He stank of booze, too.”
“Yeah, I know that kind of guy all too well. Thank God I finally found a sweetheart like Mark.”
“Anyway, he must have hit on me a thousand times and let me tell you, he had the cheesiest pick-up lines ever! Naturally, I told him that I was married, waved my wedding ring in his face, and kept telling him I wouldn’t be interested if he was the last man on earth, but he simply would not leave me alone. I was beginning to think I would have to leave just so I could get away from the guy, but I then I was suddenly rescued.”
“A knight in shining armor?”
“Something like that. From out of nowhere, this hand lands heavily on the creep’s shoulder and a deep, husky voice tells him to beat it. Let me tell you, Heather, the guy took one look back at who it was, went white as a sheet, and almost tripped over his own feet trying to get away as fast as he could.”
“So then I’m guessing your hero was the muscle bound weightlifter type? That bar’s bouncer, maybe?”
“Nope. As a matter of fact, it was a woman!”
“Huh?”
“That’s right – a woman. Apparently she’s pretty well known in there and the bar flies have figured out that they do not want to mess with her.”
“So, this woman rescued you just in time for you to meet that man you cheated on Tom with?”
“No.”
“What? Did she introduce you to the guy, then?”
“No, again.”
“What then, Shannon?”
“Heather, that woman is who I spent last night with.”
“What?! You slept with another woman?!”
“Yes, I did. Now, will you please keep your voice down.”
“But you couldn’t have slept with a woman, Shannon. You’re not a lesbian.”
“I know, Heather, and yet I did. Trust me, I know because I was there.”
“But how on earth did it happen?”
“Well, first, let me tell you about this woman. Heather, she was fabulous! From the first moment I laid eyes on her I thought she was spectacular! And remember, this was before I was even considering having sex with her.”
“Why? What was the big deal about this girl?”
“Her face was unforgettable. She had this sort of swarthy complexion, you know, full lips, and the most startlingly blue eyes I’ve ever seen, all framed by an incredible mane of curly and jet black hair. She didn’t have that kind of super model, movie star beauty, but she was still the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met.”
“Interesting.”
“The impression I got, fairly or not, was that she had some Italian blood in her. There was just something about her face that reminded me of the ones on all those classical statues of the old Roman goddesses. She . . . Hey! What’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing, I guess. It’s just that I’ve heard of girls saying their guy was built like a Greek god, but never that a woman was as beautiful as a Roman goddess.”
“Well, like I said, that was the impression I got.”
“Okay, okay. So what else? What was she wearing?”
“She was dressed in black leather – soft, supple and so form fitting that it looked as if it had been painted on her.”
“Leather? Kinky.”
“What was that?”
“Oh, nothing, Shannon.”
“She was wearing this incredible bustier. It was strapless so her shoulders were left bare, and it had lacing up both sides under her arms. There were some vividly red floral accents along the front that I just know where only there to draw the eye to her cleavage, but let me tell you that this woman needed no help in that regard. She had this incredible pair of big, full boobs, you see, and that bustier pushed them up and out.”
“So, she had some huge tits, huh?”
“Well, not porn star big, but they were pretty generously sized, yeah.”
“Okay, got it. Carry on.”
“Well, her pants seemed incredibly tight, forming themselves to every fluid curve of her long legs and sculpted bottom . . .”
“Shannon?”
“. . .”
“Shannon!”
“What? Huh?”
“Talk now, fantasize later.”
“Oh, sorry, Heather. Um, where was I?”
“Tight pants.”
“Oh, yeah! Get this, she also wore a belt that was decorated with little silver studs. The buckle was silver too, but was inlaid with a big piece of turquoise. On her feet were an incredible pair of boots with zippers up the sides and these tall, almost stiletto heels.”
“Wow. I could never wear shoes like that. Really high heels are just too uncomfortable and it’s so hard to keep your balance on them.”
“Well, I’m guessing she’s had a lot of experience at it. They certainly didn’t seem to be causing her any discomfort and she was able to move around with complete confidence and the utmost grace.”
“So, bustier, tight pants, belt and boots, leather and all in black. Anything else?”
“A black leather jacket, decorated with a short fringe.”
“She sounds like a member of a biker gang.”
“Actually, she said she was an attorney, if you can believe that.”
“A lawyer?! Who goes out for a night on the town dressed up like that?!”
“Uh-huh. Oh, and she had on only one piece of jewelry – a sterling silver crucifix hung around her neck by a chain. That chain was just long enough to let that shiny little cross nestle right in her cleavage.”
“Okay, I think I’ve got the picture now. She was an incredible looking woman and she was dressed to kill. So let’s get back to your story now, okay? I’m dying to find out how this woman was able to turn my happily married and completely heterosexual best friend into an adulterous lesbian.”
“Oh . . .”
“Sorry.”
“No, it’s all right, Heather. It’s the truth, after all. I’m a cheater now. But I’ll tell you something – the sex was the best I’ve ever had! It was just so intense and intimate. It was . . . it was . . .”
“Yes?”
“It was . . . it was . . . indescribable.”
“Uh-huh. Did you manage to get her name?”
“She said her name was Rose, but she didn’t offer a last name.”
“Hmmm! How mysterious!”
“Well, I can’t tell you how delighted I was when she got rid of that creep who had been hassling me. She may have been able to scare that drunk so much that he almost peed his pants, but she was nothing but warm and friendly with me. At that moment, I was so happy to be rid of that guy that I offered to buy her a drink and invited her to join me at my table. She accepted both and sat down.”
“You just invited a perfect stranger to join you just like that?”
“Of course. On the one hand, I was a bit concerned that guy might return if my guardian angel left me alone again, while on the other, I was very curious about this woman. What had she done, or what could she do that would send a man running for his life when he earned her glare?”
“From the sound of it, she must be a very dangerous woman.”
“You have no idea. Anyway, that hint of danger only made me more interested in her.”
“How about that. Some girls go for the bad boys. You go for the bad girls.”
“I guess so.”
“And what did you find out?”
“She’s got a black belt in karate. She didn’t give too many details – as a matter of fact, she seemed a little embarrassed to talk about her heroics – but apparently she stepped in to help a few months ago when a woman was being molested in that place. That guy wasn’t as smart as my admirer and actually picked a fight with her. Rose wiped the floor with that jerk.”
“Man, this woman really is dangerous! I have to say, Shannon – you sound awfully proud of your girlfriend.”
“Don’t call her that! It was just a one-night stand sort of thing. I’ll probably never see her again. But why shouldn’t I be proud? With absolutely nothing to gain, Rose put her own safety at serious risk to defend a woman who was being assaulted! That’s definitely behavior that should be admired.”
“Okay, okay.”
“So, we’re sitting there, sipping our drinks and talking about everything under the sun and before you know it, we’re like old friends getting reacquainted after a long separation. She was so smart and so friendly and it was just so easy to talk to her! The time simply flew by and before I knew it I had completely missed the opening act of that play I had been going to see at the community theater.”
“You mean after buying your ticket, you didn’t get to see the show?! Were you able to get your money back?”
“Focus, Heather. We’re talking about me and Rose right now.”
“Sorry.”
“Anyway, all through the conversation, I kept getting distracted.”
“Distracted? How do you mean?”
“Well, one moment I would be listening to her tell some story, but then I completely lose track of the conversation and drift off into my own little dream world. Sometimes, I would catch the glint of light reflecting off that little crucifix and would stop for a bit to admire it. The effect was actually kind of hypnotic, you know? Other times, I would be admiring her face. Like I said before, it was as ‘interesting’ as it was beautiful and I found it completely fascinating. And don’t even get me started on those incredible eyes . . .”
“So, let me see if I understand this. You spent the whole time either gazing deep into her eyes or into the depths of her cleavage!”
“Will you please keep your voice down! But yes. Sort of. I got so lost at one point that she had to snap her fingers in my face to wake me up.”
“Let me guess: Seeing you get all dreamy over her and staring at her tits, she somehow got the impression that you were romantically interested in her.”
“Yeah.”
“How odd that she would get that impression. And were you romantically interested in her?”
“. . . maybe.”
“Shannon!”
“You have to understand that I wasn’t really aware of it at the time, Heather. I mean, had anybody asked me, I would have still claimed that I was a one hundred percent heterosexual woman who was happily married and had no interest whatsoever in committing adultery. As I look back now though, I guess it is pretty clear that I was very attracted to Rose. It must have been so very obvious to her, as well. I must have made such a fool of myself over this woman.”
“How did she react to it?”
“Looking like she does? Dressed like she was? I’m sure she’s used to having people drooling over her. She was cool with it.”
“Sorry, that was kind of a dumb question. Considering that you two ended up sleeping together, I suppose it’s pretty safe to assume that she liked it.”
“She did start flirting with me at about that point. Nothing overtly sexual, though, so I told myself she was just being sweet when she started talking about how nice I looked and all of that. I was eager to respond in kind and couldn’t stop talking about how wonderful and gorgeous she was. As a matter of fact, in the end, I think it was me who really turned the conversation in a sexual direction.”
“So, you were finally starting to figure out what was going on?”
“Slowly, but surely. Still, it was kind of a shock to have her leaning forward over the table to talk to me in soft, hushed tones, depositing all of that cleavage right in front of my eyes, and to realize that I was leaning towards her as well, sort of trying to get closer to her over that little table. She reached out with one hand to play with my hair a little and then to stroke my face, but I didn’t really stop deluding myself that this was all perfectly innocent until her other hand reached across to cup one of my tits.”
“Oh, my God! She grabbed your boob? Right there in a public bar? Right in front of everyone?! No way!”
“Yes, way.”
“So what did you do then?”
“Well, I was pretty shocked at first and it must have shown. I distinctly remembering her laughing at me just a little. However startled I might have been though, I was too fascinated by this incredible woman to even think about getting away from her now. When I didn’t try to escape, she knew without question that I was her’s for the taking. More importantly, so did I.”
“What happened next?”
“She hesitated a moment, I guess to let me calm down and figure things out . . .”
“Also probably to enjoy the feel of your breast!”
“. . . and then she started to unbutton my blouse.”
“Ack!”
“Heather? Are you okay? Don’t forget to breathe.”
“Are you seriously telling me this woman started to undress you right there in front of everyone?!”
“If you don’t start keeping your voice down, I’m not going to tell you anything!”
“Sorry.”
“But, no, she didn’t undress me. Not really. All she did was open the top couple of buttons so that she could see my chest and just the tiniest bit of my boobs and the bra I was wearing. I show lots more than that without any problem whatsoever whenever I put on my bikini, but I felt so utterly and completely naked at that moment. I didn’t resist her though and just waited with baited breath for her to tell me whether or not she liked what she was seeing.”
“I think I can guess what the verdict was.”
“Yes. I can’t even begin to express how overjoyed I was when she smiled and said, ‘Nice.’ I mean, the happiest day of my life has always been the day Tom and I got married, but that’s all changed now. I . . . Um, Heather?”
“. . .”
“Heather?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m up here, Heather. What are you doing – looking at my boobs?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess so. Sorry about that. It’s only because we’ve been doing so much talking about them, you know? It’s pretty obvious what kind of feelings the memories of last night are stirring up inside you though.”
“What do you mean . . . Whoops! Sorry, I didn’t even realize that I had the ol’ high beams on.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m actually kind of enjoying . . . Uh, I mean, what happened then?”
“That hand she had in my hair? She used it to pull me across to her and kissed me hard full on the mouth.”
“From that dreamy look on your face, I’m guessing it was good?”
“Fireworks! I just melted.”
“Wow.”
“And then she just announces that we’re going back to her place. I mean, she didn’t invite me to go home with her, she didn’t ask if I would like to go home with her. She just told me that we were going to her place. Just like that. Like I had no say in the matter whatsoever.”
“Did you?”
“No, I guess I didn’t really. At that moment, I was only too happy to agree. If I’d only known where she lived, I think I might have grabbed her and broken every traffic law there is to get us there as fast as possible. I was simply aching to be with this woman.”
“But what about Tom?”
“In all honesty, I never thought about my husband even once. I was just consumed with desire for Rose and nothing else mattered but her.”
“Man, I wish I could have that kind of power over someone. Even if it was just for one day!”
“You’d like to spend some time dominating Mark, huh?”
“Who?”
“Mark. Your boyfriend.”
“Oh, Mark! Oh, yes! That’s who I was thinking about. Mark. Of course, I mean who else could I have possibly been thinking about.”
“I’m sure I have no idea. No idea at all. So anyway, Rose took me by the hand and started to lead me towards the exit and the parking lot. Well, you’ll never believe this, but that’s exactly the moment when I start to regain my grip on reality. I don’t know, maybe it was because I could suddenly feel my wedding ring pressing against my fingers when she gave my hand a little squeeze.”
“Yep. That could probably do it.”
“All of a sudden the full weight of what I was about to do landed on me. I have a good marriage and a happy home! Why would I want to put everything I have at risk just because this woman wanted to get laid tonight? I mean, like you said before, I’m not even a lesbian!”
“Exactly!”
“But when I looked at her, I could feel my resistance slipping away. I can’t imagine how she suddenly got so much power over me, but I knew that all she had to do was give me a wink and I would still put out for her even then. I knew my only recourse was to get away from her and fast.”
“So . . .”
“So, I jerked my hand out of her’s and made a dash for the door. Once I was out in the parking lot and a little ways from the building, I slowed it down to a very fast walk. She wasn’t a rapist, I reasoned. Surely she would get the message that I wasn’t interested anymore and not come chasing after me.”
“Besides which, I can’t imagine how anybody could run in those high heeled boots you were describing.”
“Right! But just as I was passing between this beat up old truck and one of those big, ugly conversion vans, she was suddenly there! I was breathing so heavily, my heart was pounding so hard over my narrow escape . . .”
“. . . and the opportunity you had just squandered . . .”
“. . . that I never even heard her coming. She grabs me by the wrist, swings me around, and shoves me hard up against the side of that big van. I was caught so off guard by her sudden appearance, I was so stunned to suddenly find myself crashing into that van, that I swear to you that I didn’t know which way was up for a few moments. And that was all the time Rose needed.”
“For what? What did she do?”
“. . . she ravished me.”
“Ravished?”
“She sort of had her body pressed up against mine so that I was pinned there. She kissed me hungrily, her tongue going right down my throat. One of her hands found my tit again and held on to it tightly, but her other hand lost no time in finding it’s way down the front of my slacks and right into my panties.”
“She fingered you!? Right there in a public parking lot?! Oh, my God! How on earth did you react to that?”
“By having the biggest orgasm of my entire life.”
“Oh, my, God.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m your best friend, I’ve known you forever, and yet I never would have guessed you’d have been even a little into exhibitionism. It’s obvious you had a good time though. Look at you, your face is all flushed, your breathing hard . . .”
“Well so are you, Heather. And talk about the high beams! No, it’s no use getting all embarrassed and trying to cover them up now – I’ve already seen them. Maybe I shouldn’t finish this story if it’s having that strong an effect on you.”
“No, no. I’m dying to hear what happened after you got fucked in front of the whole world.”
“It wasn’t like that exactly. Remember that Rose and I were in between those two big vehicles. I managed to have a look around in the aftermath. We were sort of, but not entirely out of sight in there from the road and the bar both. If someone was going to watch us, they would have to get themselves in just the right place.”
“And considering the show you two put on at that table in the bar, I’ll bet those people were climbing all over each other in front of the windows, trying to find the best view of the show you two were putting on.”
Yeah, probably. It’s so humiliating to think of all of those people watching as that woman had her way with me. But . . .”
“But?”
“But it’s also kind of . . . hot.”
“Adultery, lesbianism, submissiveness, exhibitionism . . . Is there no end to the surprises you have for me today? So what happened then?”
“Well, now that she was confident that she had full control over me again, Rose took me by the hand again and led me away. I figured that I would get into my car, she would get into her’s, and I would follow her back to her place. It was not to be, though. When we arrived at the side of my car, I tried to stop but she just pulled me right on by it. That’s when I realized that she wanted me to ride back to her place with her.”
“Probably she was afraid that if she let you spend a little time alone in your car, you’d start thinking about Tom again and run off.”
“Maybe.”
“Or, perhaps she just wanted to fuck you in her car, too. Oh, quit blushing, Shannon! If you’re happy to get fingered in front of who knows how many people in a parking lot, I can’t imagine you would be shy about doing it in the back seat of some car. So, what did this outrageously sexy lawyer drive, anyway? Some high powered little sports car?”
“Nope.”
“No? Well, I’m not buying that the conversion van belonged to her. What did she drive then?”
“A motorcycle!”
“What?!”
“Honest to God, Heather, she led me straight to this huge, powerful looking motorcycle. It had a huge engine, those long front forks, lots of gleaming chrome . . .”
“So, she wasn’t a member of a biker gang, but she was still a biker chick.”
“I guess so. Let me tell you, Heather, that riding that beast was one of the most exhilarating experiences of my entire life. You wouldn’t believe what it feels like to have something so powerful vibrating between your legs. I think I had another orgasm just from riding behind her!”
“It does sound exciting, but I’m not sure I would have had the nerve to ever get on one of those things, especially as a passenger. I’d be terrified of falling off!”
“It was a little scary – I don’t deny that. The fear only added to my excitement though. Besides, riding behind her like that gave me the opportunity to press myself right up against her from behind. I wrapped my arms around her middle good and tight, laid my head on her back, and kept my eyes squeezed shut for the whole ride. It was terrifying, yes, but it also had me more aroused and ready to go than ever!”
“And did you try anything on that wild ride?”
“Well . . . yeah. I mean, considering that I was pressed into her so tightly, my nose was filled with a heady mixture of aromas from leather to sweat to perfume, and there were so many good vibrations coming from down below, not to mention the exhilaration of that terrifying ride, I just could not resist.”
“Come on, then. Spill! What did you do?”
“When we stopped at this intersection stop light and I felt a bit more secure in loosening the veritable death grip I had on her, I sort of let one hand stray down between her legs.”
“Wow! And how did the dominatrix react to that?”
“She pulled my hand right out of there and put it back where it had come from. Then Rose reached back, gave me a stinging slap on the thigh, and told me that I would have to wait for that sort of thing until we got back to her place.”
“Kind of like a strict teacher rapping a misbehaving child’s knuckles with a ruler!”
“Uh, yeah, if you say so.”
“And what did you do?”
“I . . . kept my hands to myself from then on and waited impatiently for us to reach her place.”
“Man, you really did turn into this woman’s lapdog, didn’t you?”
“You just don’t understand, Heather. She was so strong, so confident, so . . . powerful. I can’t imagine how anyone could possibly deny her anything.”
“So you got back to her place and . . .”
“It turned out that she lived in this very nice condo over on the ritzy side of town. Believe me, it was a world apart from my humble little suburb. She parked at the curb, helped me down off her motorcycle, then slipped her arm around me and led me inside.”
“And . . .!?”
“My, goodness, you are into this story, aren’t you? I thought you would listen to my unfortunate misadventure and give me a few words of comfort or advice, but really you’re just getting off on the dirty story, aren’t you?”
“Well . . . I mean . . . uh . . . that is . . .”
“I mean, I was planning on sparing you all the gory details about what happened at her place . . .”
“NO! Um, I mean you’ve already told me so much . . .”
“Oh my, God! You actually do want to hear every last detail about how your best friend got fucked to within an inch of her life by some uber dom attorney!”
“. . . well, you can’t just come this far and leave me hanging, you know. Right?”
“Very well then. If all you’re really interested in right now is hearing the climax of this sex story, then I won’t disappoint you, you perv!”
“Um . . .”
“As soon as we were inside her condo and she had closed the door behind us, she made me strip down to my birthday suit. She told me I wouldn’t be allowed to wear clothes under her roof and so right there in the entranceway, without a second thought, I pulled off every last stitch of clothing I had on. From my blouse and slacks to my bra and panties to my socks and shoes and even my wristwatch – it all ended up in a heap at our feet. The only thing that I was allowed to keep on was my wedding ring. I was left standing there buck naked on the cool linoleum tile, shivering a little from the air conditioning and shivering a lot from the critical way she was studying me. In that moment, I craved her approval even more than I ever have chocolate. God I hoped she liked what she saw.”
“I’ll bet I would have . . .”
“Hmm? What was that?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“I’ll just bet. And Heather? My eyes are up here. Would you quit staring at my tits like some hormone addled teenaged boy?”
“OH! Um, I mean, I wasn’t . . .”
“Of course you were. Now where was I? Oh, yes! She got me as naked as the day I was born and then just spent a few minutes looking me over. She even made me turn this way and that and pose for her so that she could see every last bit of me from every last angle. My heart literally sang when she finally pronounced that she was satisfied with me, that I would do. So do you want me to try to describe what I looked like naked?”
“Well, I . . .”
“You’ll just have to use your imagination, Heather.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t sound so disappointed. I suspect you’ve been doing exactly that for quite a little while now!”
“I didn’t . . .”
“So, I’m standing there naked in the entrance of her home and she has judged me worthy of her. She didn’t grab me again, though. She didn’t even take off any of her clothes! Had she told me too, I would have been more than happy to rip every last bit of that leather off her, let me tell you. Instead, she ordered me to stay where I was and not move, then just walked away and abandoned me there. I could hear her rummaging around somewhere and wanted dearly to go after her, but forced myself to do as I was told. The last thing I wanted was for her to be displeased with me.”
“Uh-huh.”
“She was probably gone only a few minutes, but it seemed like hours. I needed to be with her desperately and every moment we were apart was making me ache with need. I had hoped that one of the things she was doing back there was getting undressed and I was ever so disappointed when she returned with all her clothes still on. Even so, having her close to me again had me up on Cloud Nine! She took hold of me again when she wanted to lead me away, but this time we didn’t hold hands and she didn’t have her arm around me. No, this time, she caught hold of the scruff of my neck and led me through the condo to the bedroom.”
“Her bedroom!”
“My, don’t you sound excited?! Rose gave me a shove that caught me entirely by surprise and I took a tumble onto her bed. Almost before I knew what was happening, she had taken each of my arms and attached them to the headboard with these incredible velvet-lined handcuffs that were already there waiting for me. I didn’t even know they made things like that! I didn’t resist her at all as she immobilized me, my excitement level shooting up even higher as I waited anxiously to see what she might have in store for me next.”
“And what did she do, Shannon?”
“She spread my legs wide apart and I could literally feel her eyes as they moved over my most intimate area, taking in every last detail of my twat.”
“And then she dove in and ate you out?!”
“No.”
“No?! What do you mean, no?”
“Well, you see, swimsuit season is over and Tom hasn’t been home much recently, so . . .”
“So, what?”
“Well, I hadn’t been doing a lot of maintenance . . . down there.”
“What do you mean? Maintenance?”
“Think about it, Heather.”
“. . . Oh! You mean, you hadn’t been doing much . . . shaving . . . down there.”
“Exactly.”
“. . .”
“You’re imagining my hairy cunt right now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am. I mean, no, of course not, Shannon!”
“Uh-huh. In any case, Rose apparently prefers her women smooth as she decided that my bush just had to go. When she turned to the night stand beside us, I looked to see what was there and was startled to find some shaving supplies there – small scissors, bowl of warm water, shaving cream, wash cloth and even a strop razor!”
“Strop razor?”
“You know, those big razors you see the barbers shaving men’s beards off with in those old movies. No modern little safety razor would do for this woman, oh no. It turned out that there was even a honing strap hanging off the bed’s headboard!”
“Oh, my.”
“She started with the scissors, however. Dipping her wash cloth into the bowl of water, she was careful to wet down my entire bush. The feel of that rough warm, wet cloth rubbing all over my most sensitive bits was nearly enough to send me into orbit, let me tell you. Then I watched as she used those scissors to trim away great swathes of my pubic hair, listened to their distinctive ‘snict, snict’ sound, and trembled every time I felt the cold metal touch my skin. I was completely at her mercy and knew all too well that it would be very painful for me if she made a mistake and cut the wrong thing, but she proved herself to be deft and expert at what she was doing.”
“I wonder how many other women she’s given haircuts to over the years . . .”
“I didn’t know how skilled she was at the time though and so I held my breath anxiously every time her work brought her close to my pussy lips. That very danger was also keeping me poised right on the precipice of yet another huge orgasm however and it must have been terribly obvious to her what kind of an effect she was having on me. Hell, from where I was, I could see for myself my firm, hard nipples and my swollen cunt lips.”
“Oooh . . .”
“By the time she was done she had gotten my hair all over her bedspread of course, but she didn’t seem to mind. Once she had reduced my beard to mere stubble, she set aside the scissors and went for the shaving cream. Especially after everything else that had happened to me, it felt so intense to have this woman’s strong fingers spreading the foam all over me down there that I just couldn’t help myself and had another orgasm. She waited it out, reaching up with one hand to play with my super sensitive nipples to make sure it was a good, long one, then went right back to work. Breathless and dazed after that climax, I could only lie there helplessly and watch as she cleaned the soap from her hand with the cloth and then took up the razor. The sound of her dragging that blade back and forth over that honing strap filled the room and I knew it was getting sharper and sharper with each stroke. Knowing that I was not out of danger yet meant that I didn’t really have a chance to fully come down off my orgasmic high and I stayed extremely aroused. Um, Heather . . .”
“. . .”
“Heather?”
“. . .”
“Heather, you look pretty steamed up, yourself! You’re not about to come just from hearing this story, are you?”
“I hope not. I mean, of course not!”
“Sure. Well, Rose set aside the razor and got up from the bed then to slip off that leather jacket she had been wearing all this time. Things were getting kind of hot for her too, I guess. You know how some people have a tattoo of barbed wire going around their arm? Rose had a green vine, studded with thorns, and ending in the most beautiful bloom. As a rule, I’m not very into tattoos, but this one seemed to make this already outrageously sexy woman even hotter!”
“A tattoo of a rose with thorns. Yeah, that seems fitting.”
“She returned to the bed then and went to work on me again, this time with that scary razor. Slowly, ever so slowly, she dragged it over my mound, the icy touch of the steel sending a shiver through me from head to toe. If it had been dangerous to let this woman near my cunt with a humble pair of scissors before, the risk was magnified many times now. One tiny mistake on her part was all it would take to slice me open – a fact I was very aware of. I wanted to keep as still as possible as she worked for fear of causing her to have a bloody accident, but I simply could not. As the razor blade was dragged slowly across my flesh, as I felt the hairs being sliced effortlessly away, I couldn’t help but grab hold of the headboard with two clenched fists and squirm and writhe on her bed. Fortunately for me, she was even more professional in her use of the razor than she had been with the scissors and I escaped without so much as a nick. Still, the whole process left me right on the edge of the proverbial cliff and ready to fall into yet another huge orgasm.”
“Another one?!”
“I know. I’d long since lost count of how many times I’d come already. And to think, I’d just arrived at her place! We were only just getting started!”
“Oh, God.”
“Now that every last trace of hair was gone, she used the wash cloth one last time to wipe me clean of the last of the soap. The bedspread was even more messy now, but she still didn’t seem to care. She praised me, told me I had done very well, and made a point of rubbing that rough cloth against the very erect clit that was poking out of the folds of my cunt. I gasped and cried out, I trembled and shook the headboard violently, but I managed to keep from coming this time. Until, that is, she bent down and pressed a kiss to my quivering clitoris. I screamed so loudly as I came that I wonder why her neighbors didn’t call the cops! I twisted and shook so severely that I wonder how I managed to not tear apart her bed! It was the biggest, the wildest, the most powerful orgasm of my entire life.”
“Man, Mark’s never, ever been able to make me react like that.”
“Tom hasn’t been able to incite anything even remotely like this in me, either. And I suspect that he never will.”
“I am so jealous of you right now.”
“Rose left the bed again while I fought to catch my breath, tried to slow my pounding heart before it burst right through my chest, and I watched in wonder as she went down to stand at the foot of the bed. The light from the bathroom behind her lit up a sort of halo effect around her that was mesmerizing to me. She was like my very own angel.”
“Fornication, lesbianism, adultery, D/S . . . If she’s an angel, something tells me she’s not one of God’s. She seems to be into everything that my church has always told me was wicked and sinful.”
“If you ask me, the church has it wrong then. There’s no way anything that feels that good could possibly be bad.”
“I’m not sure if your husband would agree with that. So what happened next?”
“She started stripping off her clothes. That silver studded belt came off first. She held it up to make sure I got a good look at it, then let it fall to the ground. The boots came off next, one and then the other. God, those things were just impossibly sexy. She loosened the laces that held her bustier together then, slipping it off and letting it drop to the carpet.”
“Tell me about her breasts! What did they look like?”
“Magnificent. They were just as big and full as they had appeared when I first saw them back in that bar. They hardly had any sag to them at all and bounced and swung wonderfully with even the tiniest movement. They were peaked with huge potato shaped nipples, dark and almost the color of milk chocolate. Those were some mouth-watering boobs and I couldn’t wait until I was allowed to have my way with them. Just the sight of them had me whimpering and crying for them like a hungry baby.”
“Oh, I am so jealous of you right now.”
“She peeled off those leather pants then and I got a good look at those long, smooth legs. I discovered at that point that she had another tattoo – a big long-stemmed rose complete with thorns decorated the side of her left thigh. Like I said, I don’t think much of tattoos normally, but on her they just seemed just perfect. Like they belonged there, you know. This left her dressed in nothing but a pair of thong panties and she turned her back on me before bending to push them down. When she came back up, she had something in her hands that must have been lying on the floor down there at the foot of the bed all this time. I couldn’t see what it was, but I guessed what it must be when she started fastening on this harness.”
“Harness? You mean it was a . . .”
“You got it, Heather. A strap-on dildo! And when she turned to let me see how big it was, I think my heart stopped. It was huge, Heather! It was long and thick and looked like something that could never possibly fit inside me in a million years, but I knew that it would not be long before I was being fucked hard with it.”
“Oh, my . . .”
“Once it was all secure on her, she came back to the bed, climbing up onto it and straddling me. That big fake dick had no lubrication yet and so she let it’s shaft rest between my swollen cunt lips. She ran it back and forth a few times, bathing it’s length in my freely flowing juices but not actually penetrating me.”
“Oh, God . . .”
“Once the shaft was soaked and slippery, she scooted a little higher up my body, pulling my head up off the pillow and stuffing the dildo’s fat head into my mouth to make it wet, too. I worked my lover’s fake cock over better than I ever have my husband’s real one and that’s the truth. I wondered if she’d make me deep throat that dildo and I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I was terrified that I might choke or gag or even throw up, but fortunately she never asked me to do anything more than work on the head. Even though she had not actually put the tip into me, I could still taste myself on it.”
“Oh, shit . . .”
“She made her way back down my body then and I didn’t wait for her to tell me to spread my legs as wide open as possible. She brought the slobbery tip of that huge dildo right to the entrance of my boiling twat and drove it right in. I mean, there was no gentle and careful working it in like my Tom would have done. Oh, no. She just shoved the full length of that thing all the way into me in a heartbeat, making me arch my back and shriek from the unimaginable pleasure.”
“Ahhh . . .”
“She had absolutely no mercy on me, Heather. She fucked me hard and deep over and over and I came so much that I was left absolutely delirious. I swear to you that I never even imagined that it was possible to feel such ecstacy! Heather?”
“Ah . . . oh . . .”
“Heather?!”
“OH, SWEET, JESUS!!!”
“Oh, my God!”
“. . .”
“I can’t believe it! You just came! Heather, you just had an orgasm just from listening to how I was used and abused by a sexy dominatrix! I can’t believe it. I mean, I knew you were getting off on the story, but I had no idea it was having this strong an effect on you!”
“. . . Shannon? I think we need to leave here now . . .”
“But there’s so much more to this story, Heather. Don’t you want to hear about the rest of the things Rose did to me last night? Trust me, some of it is even wilder than anything I’ve told you about so far.”
“Shannon . . .”
“My, God, the things she did to me. Things that I thought would have stunned and horrified you, but now I see would only please and excite you. She kept me up all night, you know?”
“Let’s go, Shannon.”
“But Heather . . .”
“Shannon!”
“What?!”
“Let’s go back to my place, okay? I think I could really use your help right now. It seems to me that I could use a little . . . maintenance . . . down there, too.”
“Do what? Maintenance? Oh, my, God! You mean you want to take me back to your place so . . . I mean, you want to . . . with me? You want to . . . do that . . . with me?!”
“Yes, I do. I can’t tell you how badly I want to. Can we go?”
“. . .”
“Shannon?”
“. . . yes, we can. Let’s hurry!”
The two women rose to their feet and made a rush for the door, one with a soaking wet stain on the crotch of her jeans and the other with the slightly awkward gait of someone whose cunt had been put to a lot of work very recently.