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Amy approached the departures listing carefully. She was very nervous but trying not to show her lack of sophistication in the crowded terminal. She read the listing for international flights and saw that her flight for Florence was still ‘on time’. She knew she should go wait near the departure lounge and turned to do so and that’s when she saw her. Probably one of the best dressed women she had ever seen in her life, the woman strode confidently across the busy terminal as though the masses should part for her, and they did. She was dressed in a dark wine colored suit that was expertly tailored to her body. Not overly tall she gave the appearance of a tall stand out person, more than Amy’s eyes followed the woman. She wore a diamond bracelet on her right ankle and a matching one on her left wrist and around her neck. The earrings alone that she wore Amy would bet would have bought her a new car if they were real and she suspected they were. This was the stuff she read about in her romance novels, this was the stuff of legends. She was pretty enough but not beautiful. Her beauty was in her confidence as though life were being handed to her on a silver platter. Her persona commanded, no demanded respect and anyone who realized she was coming their way immediately afforded it to her without even realizing it. Amy couldn’t put her finger on it and why it appeared that way but from the top of her perfectly coiffered head with it’s beautifully styled brown hair to the elegant wine colored Prada shoes that Amy recognized from having poured over magazines for years she knew class and style exuded from this woman. She carried only a leather bag over one shoulder that was thin enough for a laptop and nothing else. She looked the consummate business woman.
The woman headed directly for Amy and she found herself unable to look away. At the last minute though she redirected her gaze and picking up her carry on bag, her purse, and her neck pillow she quickly got out of the womans way so she could read the departure schedule. She couldn’t help looking over her shoulder though to gaze longingly at the woman, wishing she could look like that, exude that confidence and style. The woman didn’t look much older than Amy’s own hard won twenty four years. Amy turned to look where she was going and headed for the terminal that would take her on her dream vacation, the one she had saved up for for three hard working years at the 7-Eleven, working night shifts that no one else had wanted and putting in ridiculous hours so she could make her rent, finish school, and save for this trip which was a treat after all the years she had put in to obtain her degree. She had graduated with honors finally after going year round for the last few years with no vacations, no breaks, and now she could enjoy herself. It hadn’t been easy with the crazy work hours and the intense class load she had at school but she had managed and she wasn’t going to worry about a thing now that it was all over. She had her masters in education, she had a job waiting at the end of summer, she had quit her job at the 7-Eleven, and now she was going to the city of her dreams, Venice, Italy.
She had been disappointed to find there was no direct flight from Chicago’s O’Hare International Airport to Venice, Italy. Instead she would fly into Florence and take either a commuter train or a smaller plane to Venice. She hadn’t decided yet but that was okay, this trip wasn’t regimented, it was flexible and she wanted to enjoy herself. No one and nothing was going to keep her from having a good time. She deserved it, she had waited her whole life for a trip such as this and she was going to enjoy every minute of it. She just wished she had someone to share it with. She also wished she had been on a plane before instead of choosing for her first flight the international flight from Chicago to Florence. The hours on a big jet she wasn’t sure what she would do with them. She had already read the fashion magazine she had brought with her on the bus that brought her to the airport. She hadn’t felt good afterwards, it had given her motion sickness. Now she wasn’t sure it was motion sickness but excitement over flying for the first time or the trip itself. She wondered what she would do on the big jet. She went to sit in the lounge waiting for her flight to be called. She had gotten to the airport over an hour early as all travel since 9/11 required it. She had nothing to do but people watch and proceeded to do so. It was as she was watching the various travelers carrying their bags and hurrying about their business, children annoying their harried parents, business people non-challantly traveling as they had done hundreds of times that she saw the woman again. She couldn’t help but notice her. She glanced around and saw that she wasn’t the only one who noticed her either. There was just such an aura about her it screamed ‘I’m special, look at me!’ So Amy looked. And looked. The woman walked ever so gracefully as she entered the area where they all waited for their various planes to be called. Amy was sitting near the door that she assumed she would enter when her flight was called and she was amazed to see the woman walk up to the counter in her area and talk to the ticket agent. The woman behind the counter sat up straighter and rushed to assure her of something before saying something else. It must have been to the woman’s satisfaction as she smiled kindly and it was in that smile that Amy melted. She was surprised at her reaction. She wasn’t normally into women. She had in fact not dated in over four years, spending all of her time either working or going to school she had had little time to socialize but she had been in school and met people of all walks of life. She had been attracted to both men and women over the years, just hadn’t acted on it for a very long time. She wondered at her fascination for the sophisticated woman. It suddenly occurred to her that if the woman was here in this area she too might be flying to Florence. Amy could see the Air Italia jet parked up to the concourse and men in yellow vests with ear protection doing their various jobs below it.
The seating area began to fill with others waiting for their flight and the woman took a seat, right next to Amy. It was then that Amy could smell her amazing perfume. It, like the woman, was sophisticated and expensive. Amy had gone to high end department stores in her life just to window shop and she knew quality when she smelled it. The girls behind those counters were always trying to spritz you so you might buy their expensive bottles of perfume. Amy had learned a few things about that over the years. It was a heavenly trip to smell the woman’s perfume and something else, something Amy couldn’t put her finger on. She exuded more than confidence. Amy felt a little uncomfortable to be this attracted to a stranger and then she shrugged it off, she was on her vacation of a lifetime, she would roll with the punches. The woman swung her case to her lap and opened it to reveal an Apple laptop. Amy knew that laptop, it had been in every electronics magazine and all over the internet, it had just come out a month or so ago and the woman’s looked well used already. She envied the sleek case of the 17″ screen. She knew it’s incredible capabilities. She wondered what the woman did that she had to have an expensive computer like this. Amy found herself staring, waiting to see what she would pull up on the screen and then was surprised and a little disappointed when the woman pulled up a solitaire game and started playing. In a small corner she pulled up an instant message that read “are you coming?” She typed, “in Chicago now” and X’d out of the screen and closed her laptop in disgust before looking around. She did it so suddenly that she caught Amy staring at her. Smiling slightly she would have looked away but Amy was looking startled.
“Is something wrong?” the woman smoothly asked.
Amy looked up in surprise. The voice was clear and commanding but husky and alluring. It fitted the woman perfectly and she looked at her bemusedly for a moment before realizing that her question deserved an answer. She grasped silently for a second before saying the first thing that came to her mind “isn’t that the new Apple?” she indicated the laptop that the woman had closed so abruptly. She felt like an idiot at the question.
The woman smiled slightly, instinctively knowing that it wasn’t the computer that Amy had been staring at. She nodded and said “yes, I’ve had it awhile.”
“But they only came out last month” Amy protested.
“Yes, that’s true, for the general public. I was one of the lucky few to get one before they came out on the market” the woman said without a hint of bragging.
Amy was impressed. “How do you like it?” She would have given her eye teeth to have one. It would have made college life so much easier instead of having to trek down to the public or school library all the time to do her papers and research.
“It’s a tool, it works” the pretty woman shrugged dismisively. Just then something beeped and she pulled from the laptop bag a smartphone. She smoothly touched the screen with her impeccably manicured fingers and read what was on the screen. She turned the phone sideways and slid out the keyboard from beneath it and tapped out a reply with her polished fingernails. She pushed send and then smiled absentmindedly before pushing the keyboard back and pressing a button that had the phone go dark before slipping it into a pocket of the bag again. She slipped her laptop back in the case and zippered the leather shut before looking up again to see Amy watching her.
“Do you use it for work?” Amy asked hesitantly feeling like a fool but wanting to talk to someone. She was becoming increasingly nervous as she waited for their flight to be called.
The woman grinned and answered “work, play, a little bit of both. It’s really too much for what I need but it’s got power for anything I wish to do” she said vaguely.
“Most people would give their left nut to have one” Amy said crudely and then blushed when she realized what she had said.
The woman laughed. It was cool and clear and genuine. It only surprised Amy more. “When you have something this elaborate, sometimes you realize what a waste it really is” the woman said quietly. She started to examine Amy in return curiously.
Amy squirmed realizing what the sophisticated woman was seeing. She was 5’4″ in her stocking feet. She was wearing comfortable slacks and a pretty blouse but nothing like this woman’s expensive tailored suit. Amy’s mother had always drilled into her that she should dress nicely when she traveled so people would treat her better but she had never traveled before so this was a first for her. She wasn’t much to look at with her dirt brown hair and her pale skin. A light sprinkling of freckles ruined what could have been an attractive face and instead gave her the girl next door look. She wore no make up since she wasn’t sure when she would get to her hotel and didn’t want to spend days with that goop on her face. She looked wholesome and boring next to this much more sophisticated woman.
“So your going to Florence?” the slightly husky voice inquired.
Amy shook her head “no, I’m headed for Venice but I couldn’t get a direct flight.”
The woman’s lips smirked in a sort of smile “really, I’m headed for Venice myself.”
“On business?” Amy asked to appease her curiosity about the woman.
“Yes and no, I’ve been summoned” she answered sounding a little annoyed.
Amy frowned at the word and asked “summoned?”
The woman looked away out the window past all the people that now crowded the waiting area and said “yes, my presence was requested” and left it at that.
Just then the announcement came over the public address system “Flight 292 to Florence Italy now boarding at Gate 11, all first class passenger please come to the gate at this time” the announcement was repeated in a couple of other languages for the benefit of their foreign passengers.
The woman rose at the announcement and looked down at Amy “well, have a nice trip.” She hung the leather bag over her shoulder and walked away.
Amy felt like she had already lost a friend. The first person she talked to about her trip and she was walking away already. She felt gauche and unsophisticated next to her but wished she had said something clever and funny while she had been there. She wondered at the woman being ‘summoned’ but it was none of her business and she let it go at that.
It was at least ten minutes before they called for Amy and the others that would board the aircraft. When she handed her ticket in at the gate she was surprised when the ticket taker asked her to step aside.
“Ms. Gray?” a voice behind her addressed her.
Amy wondered what this was about as she nodded. She hadn’t done anything wrong and she was already frightened.
“There was a problem” the male attendant informed her.
Amy’s heart was in her throat, what could possibly have gone wrong? She had paid for her ticket six weeks in advance, her passport was two months old, she had her travelers checks in order and cash as well. She didn’t know what ‘problem’ there could possibly be and she instantly thought of a hundred.
“We overbooked your row and a family is insisting on sitting together, they have small children” he told her apologetically “we have bumped you up to first class for the inconvenience” he smiled as he handed her a new ticket.
She looked at him in delighted surprise and stammered “th thank you!”
He smiled broader at her genuine enthusiasm and said “have a pleasant trip and thank you for flying Air Italia.”
She walked with a bounce in her step as he escorted her to the gate in front of the other passengers lined up there who looked at her curiously and her ticket was processed. She walked down the companionway and onto the airplane.
“Ticket please” she heard an accent at the door of the aircraft. She felt so nervous. What if the first class ticket was a mistake?
“Ah Ms. Gray, welcome to Air Italia, this way please” the woman smiled once she read the ticket and realized it was first class.
She was shown to the front of the plane instead of the back. The chairs up here were the size of Lay-Z-Boy recliners and looked luxurious. Amy had researched this trip for a long time in anticipation of taking it as well as seen movies over the years so she of course knew there was a definite difference between first class and how they were treated compared to the rest of the passengers. She had allotted only so much for flying for her trip and had thought the extra expense unnecessary and exorbitant but seeing the seats alone made her think maybe this life wouldn’t be so bad. Since she wasn’t paying for the extra accommodation she would just enjoy it. As the stewardess escorted her to her seat she looked around in anticipation. She saw that there was already another passenger seated in the outside aisle seat and that the one by the window was still unoccupied.
“Excuse me Ms. Valour” the stewardess said to get the woman’s attention.
It was then that Amy saw that the woman was the sophisticated woman she had so admired from the terminal. Amy didn’t know if she was embarrassed or not at the fact that she would be seated next to her for the next 11 hours of the flight.
The woman looked up and immediately stood up with her bag on her lap to allow Amy to slip by to her own seat.
“May I get you anything Ms. Valour?” the stewardess asked as they both sat down in their seats.
“Bourbon and coke if you would please?” she said pleasantly.
“And you Ms. Gray?” Amy looked up startled, no one called her Ms. Gray.
“I’ll just have white soda” she said confused. She hadn’t thought about drinking on the trip and she wasn’t sure she could afford it. Didn’t they jack up the prices of things on planes and in hotels?
She concentrated on getting her seat belt around her. She knew from watching television and movies that they always had you put it on to fly, she wanted to be prepared. She also was painfully aware of the sophisticated woman sitting next to her and didn’t want to seem to simple around her.
“First flight?” the woman asked her and Amy could have died, what had given her away?
Amy looked up into the most amazing eyes. She couldn’t tell for a moment if they were brown or green, the mix was incredible. She finally realized the womans eyes were hazel and absolutely astounding in their brilliance. She gulped and nodded in reply and the woman smiled wryly.
“Wow, that was brave, you do realize this is an 11 hour flight?” she asked softly.
Just then the stewardess returned with their drinks and handed them each a soda filled cup. She also handed the woman a little bottle of bourbon.
“Thank you” they both said to the stewardess.
Amy watched as the woman effortlessly uncapped the bourbon and poured it into her soda and took a drink.
“So after Venice, where else are you going?” the woman inquired politely.
“How do you know I’m going to Venice?” she blurted before realizing she had told her in the terminal. Her face turned a few shades of red which seemed to amuse the sophisticated woman.
“Are you going anywhere else?” she asked.
Amy shook her head and then shrugged “I don’t know, I’ve never been anywhere” she answered truthfully.
“And you chose Venice for your first trip anywhere?”
Amy nodded “it just seemed like the most incredible place on earth and I have always thought I’d like to go there.”
The woman seemed to understand as she nodded thoughtfully. “It is very romantic, the history is incredible, I hope you will enjoy yourself. Are you going alone?” she guessed astutely.
Amy nodded “yes, that way I can do what I want, when I want without waiting for anyone else or their schedule.”
The woman nodded in agreement. “Too bad that you can’t share it with someone you love, it’s terribly romantic.”
Amy shrugged wryly “Ah well, perhaps someday.”
“Your not involved with anyone, someone you could have shared it with?”
Amy shook her head “there has been no time.”
“Your fairly young, what do you mean ‘no time?'” The woman looked at her inquiringly.
“I’ve been studying to get my master’s degree in education. I just finished. This trip is my treat for all my hard work and sacrifices from the past few years.” She didn’t know why she was sharing her life story with the attractive woman but her voice was just so soothing and her interest genuine.
“Wow, a masters degree at your age, congratulations. What will you be teaching?” Her eyes grew admiring and Amy couldn’t help but respond.
“I will be teaching middle school aged children, fifth and six graders” Amy responded proudly.
“That’s a hard age to get to pay attention. They are trying out their wings at that age, too young to be really teenagers, too old to be behaving the way they will” the woman said knowledgeably.
At Amy’s amazed look she added “I had children that age once” she laughed and Amy joined in.
Just then they heard an announcement “this is Captain Fergonio, we will finish boarding in a few moments, please take your seats, the seat belt sign has just come on. Thank you for flying Air Italia.”
The stewardess came by to take their now empty cups and they both placed them in the plastic bag she was holding.
“Do I have time to make a call before we take off?” the woman inquired politely.
“Oh yes Ms. Valour, we are just now seating a few stragglers and then we will pull from the gate, just make it quick” she said with a smile before continuing on.
The woman pulled out her phone and pushed a button to turn her screen on and using her manicured finger to open the phone line. She went down a list of numbers and names that Amy could see and chose one to tap twice on. Putting the phone to her ear she listened into it. Amy could hear the rings and then a funny beeping. In disgust the woman put the phone down and tapped on it again hanging up the call. She then pushed a few more things on the screen and pulled the keyboard out from under the screen and typed a quick message that Amy could see.
‘Leaving O’Hare now, Florence in 11, Ciao baby” before she pressed send. Turning off the phone this time she quickly slipped it into her bag which she pushed under the seat in front of her.
“Are you meeting someone in Venice?” Amy asked curious.
The woman smiled wryly “Yes, my girlfriend will meet me at our hotel when I get there but I also have a couple of business meetings that have been set up so it’s good timing to go.” It didn’t sound like she was that enthused.
Amy was surprised that the woman so openly admitted to meeting a girlfriend. Where she came from people didn’t do that. It was hidden for the most part. She had gone to a university where it was a little more accepted but she had never expected a sophisticated woman such as this to admit it so openly.
“Have I shocked you?” the woman asked amused.
Amy shook her head and smiled “no, just a little surprised.”
“In this day and age?”
“No, not that, just that, that you….” she didn’t know how to finish what she was trying to say. She heard the door to the plane being closed and realized she hadn’t felt nervous for awhile, that all returned at this moment.
The closing of the door didn’t phase her traveling companion though, she was continuing on their conversation as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. “What, that someone like me would be gay?” she asked.
Amy returned to their conversation with a nod.
“It takes all kinds to make up this world” the woman answered. She didn’t sound defensive and she certainly wasn’t apologizing. “What about you?” she asked surprising Amy.
“What about me?” Amy repeated stupidly realizing the plane was pulling away from the gate.
“Are you gay or straight or bi?” the woman looked at her kindly and curiously.
“I don’t know” Amy answered truthfully.
“You don’t know?” she asked surprised. Her impeccably groomed eyebrows rose up on her forehead.
Amy shook her head “I don’t know because I have been concentrating on getting my degree for years now. I’ve dated guys, I’ve felt attracted to women, but I don’t know if I would prefer one or the other.” She looked around curiously as the plane began to roll towards a large expanse of concrete.
“This is your captain again, we are eighth in line for take off. Everyone please buckle their seat belts and sit quietly while we wait, all phones and other electronic devices please turn off.” The metal sound of his voice was awful over the speaker.
As they moved inexorably towards the tarmac and turned Amy could see through her window the other planes before them as they rolled into line. The captain kept them going slow enough that they never quite stopped as they moved up one at a time in line.
“Are you okay?” the woman asked Amy and she spun around from the window she was looking out nearly giving herself whiplash in doing so.
The woman looked down where Amy’s hand was wrapped around the arm rest, her nails were digging into the upholstery and they were icily white. Amy was surprised, she hadn’t realized she was doing it at all. “I think I am a little nervous” she told the woman breathlessly.
“Sometimes it helps if you just close your eyes. Taking off and landing are the worst” she told her.
“Flight attendants take your seats” the captains tin voice came over the speakers and they all knew they were next.
“Here, hold my hand” the woman said and took Amy’s unprotestingly in her own.
The plane lurched as they sped up down the tarmac. Amy was surprised how quick they went and then with a sickening, at least to her, lurch they were up and began climbing rapidly. She held onto her new friends hand desperately, hating the motion that reminded her of too many rides at the carnival. It all smoothed out though, a lot quicker than she would have thought possible. She looked out and was surprised to see clouds outside her window. She looked over at her new friend gratefully.
“Thank you” she said as she tried to extricate her now numb hand.
“Your welcome” the woman replied as she settled comfortably in her chair. “By the way, my name is Alexis Valour, call me Lexi for short” she held out her hand.
“I’m Amy, Amy Gray” Amy shook the delicate hand with it’s impeccably manicured nails.
“Pleased to meet you Amy. It’s a long flight, I’m glad your sitting next to me” Lexi smiled.
“Thank you Lexi, I’m glad your here too” Amy said fervently. It made it a lot easier to fly now that she had made a friend.
Lexi asked her about her college years and Amy explained how she had gone year round in order to get her bachelors in record time and then her masters so that she could get a better job. She had applied to and gotten for her first year out a position on Long Island in one of the best paying teachers jobs in the country. It hadn’t been easy to get but she had great references, good grades, and she knew how lucky she was.
“Do you have somewhere to live out on Long Island?” Lexi asked her.
Amy shook her head “I thought I’d move out and go to Long Island and look around for a month or so before school started.”
“How long are you going to be in Venice?” Lexi asked concerned.
“About six weeks. Most of my stuff is in storage anyway, I stayed in the dorms while I went to school so it was easy to move out last week and put the rest in there.”
“What about your parents?” Lexi asked and then was immediately sorry for asking as she watched Amy’s expressive face.
“They died six years ago. I think I went a little crazy after their accident. I had planned to go to college right after high school but I got into a bit of trouble and it took awhile before I realized I was heading no where fast. They wouldn’t have been proud of the way I behaved after they were gone but they were all I had. No brothers, no sisters, and after the way I behaved, no friends. I applied for college and amazingly I got accepted. I packed up and moved across the state and started over. I kept to myself except for a few people I had to work with, a few I had all my classes with, or my roommates over the years. I figured hard work was enough to make up for the time I wasted. It wouldn’t bring my parents back but it would make them proud.” She hung her head at the shame she felt for doing things that would have disappointed her parents.
“Hey, they didn’t see it and maybe they would have understood” Lexi said kindly.
“Maybe, but probably not knowing them” she said. “I never got the chance to get past the terrible teens, I hope they knew how much I loved them” she said sadly.
“They knew, all parents realize how rotten their kids are as teens, they hope and pray they will grow out of it, and if they are rational adults, they get past it and forgive it.”
“Mine never got the chance” Amy said miserably.
“Maybe they would have” Lexi said astutely.
“How do you know so much?” Amy asked.
“My children are in their twenties, I saw it all, the rebellious teen, the slackard, the defiance. What they didn’t realize was that I had also been a teen once and done those same things to my own parents.” Lexi said with a smile of remembrance.
Amy looked at her in surprise that she would have children that old “you don’t look old enough to have children that age” she said in astonishment.
“Thank you for the compliment, I’ve been genetically blessed” Lexi laughed at her surprise and flattering compliment.
“I bet you were a straight A student and never looked back” Amy smiled teasingly.
Lexi laughed, a genuine laugh. “Nope, straight B’s and occasional A’s, but I worked hard to get ahead, had my children, started my own business, sold it, and met my girl” she smiled as she said it.
“Your girl?” Amy was surprised to that Lexi was dating a girl. She visualized this sophisticated woman suddenly with a girl in a Catholic school girl’s outfit.
Lexi smiled wryly “my woman then? I’ve been with her a long time, my girl and I refer to each other that way, I guess it’s habit.”
“She’s younger than you?” Amy asked curious as to what type of woman would hold this amazing sophisticated woman.
Lexi shook her head “No, she’s older, more worldly than me.”
Amy was amazed, sure Lexi had to be teasing her but she was serious. That this woman would think there was someone more ‘worldly’ than her astounded Amy. She was sure she had misunderstood her. “What’s she like? How did you meet her? What’s her name?” Amy surprised herself by firing off the questions quickly.
Lexi smiled at her enthusiasm. She had to remember back…
It was just ten years ago when she had taken her first trip to Europe to consult with a company that was merging with the American company she represented. Her advice and expertise was needed to make the transaction smooth. Her reputation in the business world was well respected and her advice sought after by all the best firms. It helped that she had run her own successful businesses for years before selling them just before the bottom dropped out of the market. Going independent meant she took a lot more risks with various companies that meant they had to pay her for her advice and expertise. Fortunately for her bank account she was paid well. She was set for life and didn’t have to work after selling her companies but she wanted to work, she needed to work. Her oldest son was 15 so it was okay for her to leave her children for a couple of weeks that she needed to finish this job. The kids were well taken care of and responsible and she didn’t have a worry leaving them for extended periods of time. They were used to it and she brought them the best presents. They knew their own hard work at school was necessary and when time allowed she took them along and they had seen most of the country from one end to the other.
She walked into the European branch of La Orange with a confident walk and announced herself to the receptionist. Apparently she had been expected, but Alexis Valour was NOT what THEY had expected. She had been firm, she had been efficient, she had cut through the bullshit that executives tended to put in the way of what should have been a smooth transition for the American firm. She had been diplomatic but resorted to brass tactics when she had to. Her higher ups had been delighted. She did more in the weeks she was there than what a team of people hadn’t been able to do in months. They gave her a glowing report that led to her next job, and her next.
While she was in Germany she kept herself amused in her down time by visiting museums, the zoo, and occasionally clubs. Her name, her firm, and her money got her into all the best but she didn’t let that go to her head as some would have. A drink was a drink as far as she was concerned. If you paid $10 for a drink that should cost $2, you were a fool. Alexis Valour was by far no one’s fool as she had proven time and again. She enjoyed dancing, she enjoyed meeting people, she didn’t spend unnecessary dollars, euros, pounds, or marks. Whether or not they were her own money.
She was at one such club on a rather grueling Friday night. She had to let go a pair of executives from the firm who were not on board with the current plan of unification. They obstinate behavior had cost the company time and again. Repeated discussions had been to no avail and although she didn’t like to do it she had fired them. She was using the club to relax and unwind. They hadn’t taken the fact that she was a woman, an American, and an invader onto their turf very well. Their dismissal had been brutal and she needed a drink, she needed to relax.
“May I have this dance?” an exotic voice with a touch of a foreign accent asked her in English over her shoulder and Lexi turned to see one of the most stunningly beautiful women she had ever seen. She was shorter than Lexi but only by an inch or so. Her blonde hair had streaks of a darker color in it that was hard to see under the club lights. Her face was heart shaped, her lips infinitely kissable, and her eyes amazingly bright in the club lights. Lexi was stunned for only a moment before smiling brilliantly at the invitation.
“I’d love to” Lexi said as she tossed off the last of her drink and grabbed her clutch. She followed the blonde to the dance floor and was immediately enfolded in her arms. They rocked quietly, not too strenuously to the rock beat. It wasn’t fast enough to dance apart but not slow enough for a slow dance, they compromised and held each other as they danced and chatted.
“I’m Sasha” the blonde said exotically to her.
Lexi was enthralled, the voice alone would seduce the most frozen heart. “I’m Alexis” she answered back.
“Ah Alexis” the exotic beauty said putting a spin on the name that had Lexi enthralled. “Such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman” Sasha breathed.
And so began a wonderful friendship. From the beginning Alexis was captivated by the blonde. She learned Sasha was from the former Soviet Union. Her father and she had capitalized on the upheaval and managed to make an absolute fortune for themselves.
“Sasha is one of the wealthiest women in the world” Lexi told Amy with some pride.
“I thought Oprah was” Amy put in naively captivated by Lexi’s story and wanting to hear more.
“Oprah is one of the wealthiest but there is wealth that isn’t reported to Forbes magazine” Lexi grinned at her companion before continuing her story.
Sasha had heard of Alexis through business contacts and what she was doing for La Orange. That she was whipping it into shape so the merger went smoother was most impressive. That she hadn’t taken any prisoners in her desire to make the job work was no secret. Sasha had been intrigued. Hearing that Ms. Valour happened to prefer women only made her more desirable. She had been afraid that Alexis Valour wouldn’t live up to her reputation and having contrived to meet her at the club she was thrilled to not be disappointed.
Alexis was attractive in her own way, not beautiful but commanding and there was something about her that drew people. She had a presence. Sasha turned the dance into a date and the date into much much more. Within a week she was making love to the incredible woman that was Alexis Valour and even that didn’t disappoint in any way. It had annoyed her that it took a week to get into her skirts but Alexis wasn’t playing hard to get, she wanted to be sure before she succumbed to Sasha’s undeniable charms.
Sasha was childlike sometimes in her desire to get what she wanted when she wanted it but her undeniably beautiful body had gotten her far. Not that she slept her way to the top, she was a little more choosy than that but just the fact that she was a beautiful woman had opened many doors for her over the years. She accepted her looks as a matter of course and used them shamelessly. She didn’t however sleep with just anyone. Alexis Valour she wanted to sleep with and it had taken all of her persuasive charms to get her to succumb. To get her surrender. It had been a sweet surrender. It had been worth the wait, it had been worth the anticipation.
Lexi had surprised Sasha with her unabashed enjoyment of sex. Her passion had overwhelmed the beautiful Russian and Sasha had never been sure who was in charge by the time they had come up for air. Lexi was inventive, she was mischievous, and she left Sasha gasping. By the time her time was up in Europe Sasha had begged her to stay and be her mistress. Lexi thanked her but said she had to go home. Sasha had followed her of course, in love for the first time in her adult life. She had never met someone who told her no, who accepted none of the many gifts she wanted to bestow on her, who was firm in her own wants and desires and was willing to leave Sasha. Lexi could hold her own, she was strong, she was firm, she could be soft, loving, and kind. Sasha was captivated as never before, the love had surprised her with it’s power.
Sasha Brenhov had been born poor in a little village outside of Moscow. Her father and mother had moved to Siberia for a better chance at a better job. By the time her brother had come along her parents were fairly well off in the notoriously poor Soviet Union. Her parents saw the way the political field had lain and they sent both of their children to college to learn business. Her mother died while Sasha learned hard lessons of business at the harsh hands of Russian scholars. Many were only anxious to get in her pants and while she learned that she did not want men after her numerous attempts to be normal, she realized she enjoyed women too much to deny her sexuality. As the seeds of rebellion had been sown her brother became a victim of random violence and her father hardened as he saw his dreams come crashing down in the death of his only son. Sasha was his only heir and in her he was surprised to see more brilliance than his son had ever shown. Her graduation on the eve of the collapse of the Soviet Union had afforded them both chances that they took with both hands. Hers legal and his not so legal. The resulting influx of money changed both their worlds. Since Russian rubels weren’t reported to magazines such as Forbes and most of it was hidden in Swiss bank accounts and elsewhere around the world they went unnoticed and continued to amass their immense fortune. Sasha’s father died a happy man, he had more money than Midas in his mind and a brilliant daughter to continue his legacy. The first thing she did upon his death was to get rid of his more illegal enterprises. She kept her contacts of course, one never knew who might be useful for what, but she kept her businesses fairly legitimate and certainly with in the realms of the law. As a Russian citizen she gave greatly to charities and paid her taxes willingly. She was a model citizen as far as their current government was concerned. Her enterprises brought in a lot of money for their economy, provided necessary and needed jobs, and her contacts brought foreign trade that helped their economy and more. Sasha Brenhov was a very respected citizen. She was smart enough to realize though that any government could come and go, she respected the American democracy but she studied other’s for their socialism, communism, even the dictatorships and invested wisely. She knew keeping her money in one country would be a fatal mistake. She enjoyed her life and the fruits of her labor too much to risk it.
Lexi had traveled all over the world for Sasha but she still managed to keep her independence. She grudgingly accepted an occasional gift from her lover but would never let her buy her houses or yachts or anything else she felt was ostentatious. She tried valiantly to keep from taking all her jobs from Sasha. She needed to keep her balance but Sasha Brenhov was a very stubborn woman and wanted the love of her life by her side always. Lexi felt it was important to keep her independence. To keep from becoming a cog in Sasha Brenhov’s wheel of immense wealth. She also instinctively knew that keeping Sasha from taking her for granted kept her intrigued, kept her coming back, kept her from becoming bored with her. She knew from time to time that Sasha had her followed, the first few times had enraged her and the fights the two of them had had, had been something to see, were legendary among Sasha’s employees. Lexi realized it was just the fact that Sasha was a bit insecure that made her do such things but it didn’t excuse her from being accountable. Sasha had met Lexi’s children over the years and attempted to ‘help’ them out. Lexi had been furious over this obvious attempt to ‘bribe’ or ‘buy’ her children and the resulting fight had been incredible. Sasha had thought she had truly blown their relationship, that it had been irreparable from her actions. Lexi though loved Sasha and forgave her. There were definite lines drawn though over which Sasha no longer dared to cross, she didn’t want to lose Lexi, she became Sasha’s moral compass in the business world and finally in her personal world. The fact that Lexi was the one person in Sasha’s world who could love her without all her money surprised her and gave her a comfort she got no where else.
Sasha gave Lexi amazing vacations and perks. Occasionally she slipped and tried to buy something that Lexi just would not accept. Lexi though gave her a special love and Sasha couldn’t pay for that. She accepted it, it gave her comfort, it completed her as nothing else did. Lexi’s agile and fertile mind wasn’t only in business. If Sasha hadn’t known better she would swear Lexi cheated on her. She came up with the most incredible and exotic things as they made wild and passionate love when they were together. Lexi simply explained that she did research, the internet, books, and her own fertile imagination supplied her with enough to keep Sasha breathless.
“You have to really love someone to trust them that much to do the things that will keep them enthralled” Lexi explained to avid listener Amy who was amazed and intrigued by the things Lexi was telling her about her love affair with Sasha. “Trust is an amazing thing, if that were gone, so to the relationship.”
Sasha wanted to marry Lexi and had begged her time and again to consider it. There were countries and states that it was legal to marry and other countries that had to accept it. Lexi wouldn’t hear of it though. She liked being Sasha’s girlfriend. She liked meeting her all over the world when her work allowed. She enjoyed Sasha and loved her but she wouldn’t marry her much to Sasha’s annoyance. She couldn’t , wouldn’t be there for her 24/7, it kept Sasha on her toes, it kept her coming back, it also satisfied something in Lexi that allowed her to keep her independence. Sasha couldn’t take her for granted, Lexi would just get up and leave, Sasha’s hold on her was love and while she had to be content with that sometimes it wasn’t enough, she wanted more so much sometimes it was painful. Lexi gave her so much she couldn’t explain why she wanted more. Lexi was her world sometimes, she made Sasha feel things she couldn’t explain, she couldn’t fathom, she wanted it all the time and the fact that she couldn’t made Lexi just that much more desirable. It made Sasha a better person, it made her want to please Lexi more, give her much more than she was allowed. Lexi didn’t want things though, she wanted Sasha and on her terms. It had worked for a long time and they both wanted more but were unable to obtain it. They had to be content with their love and how it came to them, when they were together, even when they were not. Lexi knew that Sasha wouldn’t be content living in the middle of the Midwest with only Lexi’s children to stimulate them, she couldn’t run her vast empire from there, Lexi wouldn’t ask her to. Lexi herself wasn’t content to stay at home for any length of time, it was why she enjoyed her job so much, it was why she enjoyed loving Sasha and the excitement she brought into her life.
“We visit her houses on Long Island, in the city in Manhattan periodically, maybe you will get to meet her” Lexi told the innocent and enthralled Amy. She told her of things that Amy could only imagine. Of incredible riches and things that were out of the reach of ordinary people.
“Are you from New York?” Amy asked not sure with her accent that she could be.
“No, I’m from Lincoln, Nebraska actually. My children all live around there and I go home frequently so I can enjoy seeing them. One of them is determined to be a farmer, one is a teacher, although not with your education” she smiled “one is going to just be a housewife but she’s so good at it I almost think she should be an interior decorator once she has children and they are in school. My other daughter I think would have been a nun in another century, she heartily disapproves of me and my lifestyle but I love them all and they love me. They have all met Sasha from time to time and while not all of them approve of her they can respect what she has done.”
“Why didn’t you fly in a private jet to meet her if she has so much money?” Amy asked.
“Because I knew it would annoy her to have her assistant book me on a commercial flight. I really do hate waste. She has a jet, she actually has a few at her disposal and I won’t let her waste fuel just to come get me when there is a perfectly good commercial jet to fly me there. Mind you I am flying first class but I won’t get there fast enough for her.” She grinned.
Amy laughed at the naughty way Lexi told her about her girlfriend. Sasha sounded exotic, she sounded spoiled, but she also sounded a little scary to someone like Amy.
They passed the time on the flight quite pleasantly in each other’s company. Amy enjoyed every minute of it. Finally though Lexi said she was talked out and insisted they both get some sleep. Even in sleep though she gave off that aura that Amy had observed when they first met. There was just something there that wasn’t definable. She exuded class and elegance but there was just so much more.
As they landed in Florence, Lexi suggested they take the train together. She held Amy’s hand once again as the plane landed smoothly on the tarmac. She had enjoyed making friends with Amy almost as much as Amy had. They had several hour’s lay over and used it to go to dinner. Amy was surprised that the only baggage that Lexi had was her leather laptop case.
“Why should I bother, she is only going to buy me what she wants me to wear” she shrugged.
Amy was incredulous. Buy her an entire wardrobe for each trip?
“It’s not as exciting as it sounds, I don’t keep it all, sometimes it appears each time I do, especially the jewels” Lexi informed her.
Amy was still incredulous at the expense that Sasha went to time and again for Lexi. She had examined the diamond necklace, bracelet, earrings, and even the anklet and knew that Lexi had a lot of expensive things. She had missed the diamond ring on her first inspection. It all matched perfectly but then with class like Lexi’s she wasn’t surprised. Lexi accepted it all as a matter of course.
Amy lugged her bag and Lexi helped her with it until they went through customs and they were temporarily separated. Lexi was a much more important person than little Amy Gray and treated accordingly. The fact that she had nothing to declare and only her laptop meant she was through customs that much quicker.
“Hi, sorry that took so long” Amy apologized as she came up.
Lexi smiled at her and said “no problem. Amy, this is Sergio, he is going to take your luggage to the car” she said with a wink.
Amy was confused as a swarthy Italian man swooped to pick up her carry on as well as the large suitcase she was rolling along.
“Sasha sent him to try to convince me to take a plane to Venice. I say the train is much more efficient and Sergio agreed to take me and my new friend to dinner and then the train” she said with a smile.
Amy immediately understood. Sasha had been impatient and Lexi was taking her sweet time. She was glad. She was enjoying her new friend and looking forward to spending more time with her before they arrived in Venice.
Dinner was extraordinary. Amy was sure she would never have eaten like this if she had been alone. The atmosphere was totally Italian and she had no idea half of what she ate as she couldn’t pronounce the words. It tasted incredible and it was only later as Lexi explained what she had eaten that she had her first qualms of discontent. It was a good thing she hadn’t known what she had eaten or she might not even have tried it. She was grateful for Lexi for forcing her to try new foods and she would try to remember the words of them as they had been delicious despite the fact of what some of them actually were. It was why she was traveling after all to try new and exotic things right?
Sergio made sure they made the train with time to spare and lugged Amy’s heavy bag onto the train for her and stored it before departing with a hand to his cap for Lexi. Lexi watched amused as he left the train before sitting down across from Amy.
“I’m going to pay for that later” she commented wryly.
“What do you mean?” Amy asked concerned.
“He is going to report if he hasn’t already that I refused to take the plane that was probably sent for me and instead took the train and that I’m traveling with a woman” she grinned at Amy, her eyes sparkling.
Amy’s mouth dropped open “you mean they will think that we…”
“That we…” she repeated.
“That we’re…” she didn’t know what to say too shocked to say anymore.
Lexi leaned forward and patted her on the knee “don’t worry, I’ll survive. I’ve done nothing wrong in my eyes and in Sergio’s eyes everything I do is wrong so I’m sure Sasha will take that into account before she judges.”
“I’m sorry Lexi, I wouldn’t harm your relationship with Sasha for the world” Amy stammered.
Lexi shrugged fatalistically “it’s not a perfect relationship. She can be petty, she can be childish” she paused as the train began to pull out of the station “she can also be the most generous person you ever met, so loving, so sweet. It’s a real conundrum sometimes how I feel towards her. There are times when I can’t wait to see her and be with her and enjoy her. There are others that I can’t wait to leave her and miss her again. She is one of the few people that can drive me to distraction just by being herself. She angers me, enrages me actually. And then she loves me and I feel the world right itself” she sighed as she looked out the window as the city started going by the window.
“Sounds like life” Amy said astutely despite her youth.
Lexi nodded and smiled “yes, it wasn’t what I had planned for myself but then what do I know.”
They discussed life and it’s vagaries as they whittled away the hours from Florence to Venice. They had become good friends as the train pulled into the station.
“I do hope you will be our guest at dinner tomorrow night at our hotel” Lexi stated as she helped Amy with her cases.
“I really don’t want to impose” Amy said hesitatingly.
“You won’t impose, I really do want you to meet Sasha. Say you’ll come, please?” the woman who had impressed her so the previous day was still impressing her with the various facets of herself. Amy didn’t want to refuse her.
“Okay, I’ll come to your hotel for dinner” Amy agreed as they slowly got off the train and a porter helped with the heavier bags.
“I’ll send a boat to your hotel” Lexi informed her “say about 8?”
Amy agreed as she looked curiously about her. She was HERE, she was in the city of her dreams, but not exactly. The train had come in far from the actual city and a boat was necessary to go across the vast stretch of water to the city proper. Amy wasn’t sure how to arrange that but she was certain she could manage.
“Signora Valour, welcome back to Venice” a voice greeted Lexi and she turned with a smile to a small Italian man who beamed at her in pleasure.
“Signore Figero, grazie, grazie” she returned. He went to take her arm to help her into the boat he had waiting nearby.
Amy saw it was one of the ones she had always dreamed of. The rich looking wood lined the sides of the boat with a small cabin to keep out the weather if necessary. The gondolas of Venice stayed within the city limits and she looked forward to seeing them later.
Lexi wouldn’t allow herself to be led. She turned to her new friend and said “Amy, why don’t we give you a ride to your hotel?”
Amy was already shaking her head “No, no Lexi, I appreciate the offer but I’m sure Sasha is waiting for you.”
Lexi let out a bark of laughter “I am sure she is, impatiently” she grinned and added “a few more minutes won’t put her in a better mood. Come on.” She gestured and pointed to Signore Figero “help her with the bags won’t you?”
He looked startled for only a moment as he immediately went to wrestle the bags out of Amy’s reluctant grip. She conceded. There was no arguing with Lexi she had found. She was one of the most generous women she had ever met and she liked her besides. She didn’t want to disappoint her for some reason. That was how she found herself in the richly appointed boat being sped across the great expanse of water in the twilight towards the city of her dreams. It looked like she had always thought it would with it’s great houses and beautiful architecture. She had her tour book and countless hours of reading that she had behind her, she was ready to explore this incredible city.
Signore Figero dropped her at the dock outside a small hotel not too far from the Grand Canal. After giving Lexi a hug she promised to meet her tomorrow for dinner with Sasha and she watched as Signore Figero drove the amazing woman quickly away in his boat. No porter was available to help her with her bags and after she checked in she found she had to lug them up three flights of steps to a fairly dingy little room but one that still overlooked the canal and she thought to herself she was in heaven.
As Signore Figero drove off towards Sasha’s hotel which Lexi knew was probably the Royale she thought about her new friend and all she had before her. She remembered the excitement of being in her twenties with her whole life ahead of her. She felt almost ancient next to the younger woman but happy for her. She enjoyed her own life and wouldn’t have traded it for the world. She began to get excited at the thought of seeing Sasha again. It had been two weeks since she had seen her in Manhattan and she had missed her, she always missed her, but she still wouldn’t live with her for any length of time. She wondered if the deal she had been working on so long and her trip to Venice were a coincidence or engineered by Sasha. She had warned her about manipulating business ventures for her before. It annoyed the heck out of her when Sasha did things like that but knowing her nature she couldn’t seem to help herself sometimes. It always led to fights. Sasha was usually in the wrong and promised to mend her ways, she usually kept that promise too, for about a year or two before she couldn’t help herself again. Her excuses and justifications were amazing. Lexi couldn’t help but admire her incredible mind if she would just use it in a less interfering way sometimes.
As they pulled up in front of the Royale she couldn’t help but make the comparison from the dingy little hotel they had just left Amy at to the one they were now approaching. The change was rather alarming. Two men ran out to tie off the boat securely to the dock and help Lexi onto firm ground from the boat. It wouldn’t pay to have patrons of the world renowned Royale fall into the canal would it? Lexi was amused at how they treated her. She wondered if she wasn’t Sasha’s girlfriend if she would be treated the same. She had often wondered at that but she didn’t let it bother her. She was wealthy in her own right, she was well known in her own circles, and all of this well before she had known Sasha. The perks of being involved with Sasha were just that, perks. She tried to never let it go to her head. She kept Sasha grounded when she let herself become a bit too arrogant. Their fights were legendary but so was their loving. Only Lexi had been known to go into the lion’s den when she was feeding on subordinates in a frenzy of anger only to not only tell her she was wrong but to have her soon purring in her arms in abject surrender. She was loved and hated by turns by Sasha’s various employees. She showed no favorites and expected no privileges. She asked for respect and gave it just as much.
As she was given a key to their suite and shown to the private elevator she thanked the manager for his personal assistance assuring him she would mention his outstanding service to Sasha who’s business he so valued. Actually, she never let on that Sasha didn’t give a fig for his services, she expected it as she paid an absolute fortune for it. It came with the rental on the suite of rooms.
The elevator man left her off on the top room of their hotel. Lexi let herself into the room. She already knew the history of this grand room as she entered. It was the room that the Doge had once slept in. She hoped they had changed the sheets since then. It was the room that prince and princesses from various nations had stayed in. It was the room that Sasha Brenhov always stayed in when she was in Venice. Lexi looked around and grinned. It really was fabulous with 15 foot high ceilings and richly wood lined windows that stretched from floor to ceiling. No ordinary lights in this room instead chandeliers lit it brilliantly. White walls with gold leaf lined the outrageous decorations proclaiming it’s richness and history. Beautiful paintings of various scenes lined the walls. A museum was what Lexi felt it was like as she entered it’s luxurious folds. Each piece of furniture was an antique in it’s own right except for the modern couches and coffee tables. The desks, the chairs, the decor was ancient and beautiful.
“About time you got here” a husky voice greeted her and she turned with a smile as Sasha swept into the room from one of the suite’s bedrooms. She stood there in a beautiful little dress that accented her exquisite frame and made her look even more attractive to her lover’s eyes if that were possible. Her breasts were barely contained as they threatened to spill over the lines of the dress. Her long blonde hair with it’s darker brown roots that turned to platinum blonde without aid of a hair dresser swung along her back as she walked towards the woman who had come across the Earth to be with her.
Lexi walked determinedly across the room and swung her case onto the nearest couch before catching the blonde in her arms for a bear hug. She knew that Sasha craved this type of affection, she missed her so when they were apart, it was why she ‘demanded’ her presence as often as possible. She pulled back slightly so she could look at this crazy impetuous woman she loved so much before she leaned in for a kiss. Gawd, she looked good, she even tasted good. The kiss started fairly easily but both of them were too good at using their tongues not to deepen it and really taste each other, they battled with their tongues briefly as they caressed along each others, Lexi sucked on Sasha’s greedy little tongue and heard her groan as she wrapped her hands around Lexi’s waist and squeezed her ass closer.
“Why couldn’t you come on my plane so you could be here sooner” Sasha murmured complaining as she touched the woman she loved so. Even if she were blind she would know this woman’s body. She loved her so much, she frustrated her so much with her desire to remain independent. They both spent way too much time traveling the globe to be with each other for too short a time. The most they had ever spent together had been three months once in Manhattan on a cool fall season enjoying the sights and sounds of New York together. She remembered it well and had loved every moment of their time together but Lexi insisted on earning her own way in this world, she had obligations to her clients, to her children and family. Sasha wasn’t her whole world despite her desperate desire to be so. Sasha had too many interests around the world though to remain in one place for too long. She had homes all over the world so she didn’t have to stay in hotels too often. Venice was the one of the exceptions but only because she knew that Lexi loved staying in the city and exploring each time they came here and refused to allow her to buy a palazzo. She only wanted a little one but Lexi had a fit the last time it came up.
“I enjoyed flying over on a commercial jet, why waste the fuel” she breathed as she kissed her way down Sasha’s neck. She could feel the blonde relaxing against her body and couldn’t wait to have her naked in her arms.
Sasha removed the jacket of Lexi’s suit and let it fall to the floor. “I hear you met someone?” she inquired innocently. Inside she was quaking with fear that perhaps this time Lexi had met someone else. She didn’t know why she did this to herself, Lexi had never given her cause for concern. She had been totally faithful since the day they had met. It was others who had tried to come between them but never had either one of them ever slept with another. Sasha had no desire to since she had fallen in love with this amazing and frustrating woman and for some reason it had become a matter of honor. She knew if Lexi had confirmation of her ever having betrayed their love she would walk away, there would be no more confrontations, no discussion, no pleading. She would simply let Sasha go. Sasha didn’t want that and despite having been sorely tempted a few times over the years she always remembered how much she loved this woman. She simply would not, could not, hurt this woman in that way.
“Yes, a quaint gal from Illinois, I invited her to dine with us tomorrow” Lexi gasped as Sasha unbuttoned her blouse and plunged her hand inside to feel her breast. It immediately began to feel hard to Lexi as Sasha expertly played with it.
“Tomorrow, but I had plans…” Sasha began but immediately forgot those plans as Lexi’s hands began to raise her skirt and she knew what came next. At the feel of Lexi’s hands on her ass she moaned. The hell with any plans, she needed to take this woman to bed and NOW!
She pulled the woman into the bedroom and determinedly stripped her. At no time did Lexi feel Sasha was ‘in control’ as she just as determinedly stripped her own beautiful body. They knew each other after ten years of playing this dance. They each knew the other’s erogenous zones, each other’s pleasure points, how to arouse the other the fastest. This first time after weeks apart was going to be hurried but neither of them minded. Hours, days, and weeks apart had given their fertile imaginations plenty of time to imagine what they would do the next time they were together. Now they would act those things out. They knelt together facing each other on the king sized bed. Neither one of them noticed the beautiful decor or the elaborate surroundings. Sasha because she didn’t care and Lexi because she was totally fascinated with the beautiful woman before her and couldn’t wait to start to make love to her, so she didn’t.
First Lexi kissed her deeply to let her know that she had missed her, the kisses in the outer room didn’t count at this moment as they knelt naked in front of each other. Lips to lips, breasts to breasts, pussy to pussy they were equal and excited. Loving arms wrapped around each other as they caressed, squeezed, pinched when necessary, gasped, and pleasured each other. Lexi soon kissed her way down Sasha’s pointy little stubborn chin and along her neck to her ear which she knew was extra sensitive. She breathed warmly into it causing Sasha to shudder in excitement and anticipation. She licked and sucked gently on the ear as her hands fondled and caressed this beautiful woman.
Sasha wasn’t just receiving. Her hands were squeezing the luscious breasts of her extraordinary lover. She kept her captivated and she couldn’t wait to hear her cries of ecstasy that she knew that she and she alone wrung from this sexy and confident woman. She couldn’t wait to cause her the gushing of wetness that would occur when she plunged her fingers inside of her, twisting, and turning them to bring her the utmost pleasure, going down on her to taste that incredible sweetness that only Lexi had.
They both fell to their sides soon enough so they could pleasure each other. Lexi rolled over on top of Sasha and bore her body to the bed. Sasha didn’t mind, she welcomed the feel of Lexi’s sexy body against her own. She craved it in fact. She thought about it almost constantly when they were apart. She arched her body slightly to give Lexi the feel of her complete body against her. Sometimes she wished they could somehow be a part of the other it felt so incredibly good to be against the other.
Lexi kissed her way down across Sasha’s chest to lightly lick on her sensitive nipples. She drew first one and then the other in her mouth and then tried to squeeze the breasts together to suckle them at the same time. She almost succeeded.
Sasha was feeling Lexi’s entire torso with her hands firmly against her lover. Her mouth and lips were kissing her neck, her shoulder, her nape as she wrapped her body around her. Her legs rubbed against Lexi’s feeling the warmth of hers against her own, it was so sensual, she was so aroused, she couldn’t wait.
Lexi’s hand brushed across Sasha’s belly lightly, arousing the Russian woman in ways she could only anticipate. Her fingers were the first to find the wetness between the blonde’s beautiful legs. The few curls that remained from the blonde’s trimming were tickled between her fingers as she played before plunging into that wetness. Sasha’s hips involuntarily arched into her hand. Her thumb rubbed Sasha’s very erect clit and she heard a satisfying moan for her efforts. She knew Sasha so well that she could only hurry this part for a more satisfying slow love making later, she herself knew she needed this quickly. She plunged inside, her thumb rubbing insistently and Sasha gasped. Her lips traveled across Sasha’s stomach as she kissed and tasted. Sasha’s hand gripped the back of her head pushing down encouraging her in her descent. Lexi could smell the scent of Sasha’s arousal and she wanted to stop to take a look but the impatience Sasha was showing wouldn’t allow her to sight see. She tasted instead and what a taste. Her fingers plunged in and out and she gathered the honey on her tongue. Her thumb was not enough for Sasha and she pushed her clit towards Lexi’s mouth and she gladly sucked it in. Sasha arched against her mouth. Lexi made it fast and furious for her lover, her moans and cries reached a crescendo so quickly. She thrust deeply and sucked avidly. Sasha didn’t wait as she began thrusting against Lexi’s mouth, hard. Lexi didn’t mind, she needed this, this validated everything they felt for each other, she knew only she could make Sasha feel this way, so quickly. As the orgasm spilled over Lexi could feel the spurts of liquid around her fingers, the muscles contracting, and of course her face being pummeled by Sasha’s hips against her face as her clit went in and out of her mouth. Sasha screamed as she reached her peak and Lexi held on to give her the ultimate pleasure she could. It took Sasha a long time to come down from the summit, she had anticipated these feelings for too long and having Lexi there to make them happen, she was going to enjoy them for as long as she could.
There was a point when Lexi realized that Sasha was ready for the next phase in their lovemaking. Lexi hadn’t come yet and she intended to as she climbed up Sasha’s delicious body stopping only to give her lover a hug. She continued to climb and Sasha’s eyes opened up in surprise and then anticipation. Lexi very carefully lowered her pussy to Sasha’s lush lips and gasped when her lover opened her mouth wide to capture as much of it as she could in her warm mouth. Sasha licked along it all, drinking in all the juices she could find. Her hands held her lovers buttocks and lovingly squeezed them before one of them reached up to play with the breasts that spilled down her torso and waited to be loved. Lexi gasped again as Sasha rolled her clit on her tongue and sucked it into her warm, no hot, mouth. She knew this wouldn’t take long, she had waited too long, she had anticipated too much, to let her body find the release that only this beautiful woman gave it. She might play at being hard to get but she would never deny herself or Sasha the pleasure they were now feeling. Sasha instinctively knew this and Lexi began to grind down on her lover’s face. The amount of liquid that was coming out of her body should have drowned the blonde but instead she worked hard at swallowing every drop. Her lips, her chin, and her nose were shimmering with the wet. Her hand cupping her lovers body moved in and a finger was gently inserted in and up. Her other hand was doing wonderful things to Lexi’s nipple and breast. She threw her head back to enjoy the feelings they invoked. Her hands were on the back of the headboard to balance her as she ground down. Sasha’s pinkie brushed against Lexi’s rosebud just threatening to go inside, this tease along with all the other stimulation’s had her go over the edge. Her bucking became frenzied. She could have easily broken Sasha’s nose or even her jaw in her exuberance but Sasha’s loving never stopped, she instinctively knew when to turn slightly to avoid getting hurt as she took her own pleasure in her lover’s orgasm.
“Yes” she growled as she ground against the mouth and face. “Yes, Yes, Yes” she screamed with her head thrown back.
Sasha watched what she was doing to her lover. She looked up her body which had developed a fine sheen of sweat. Lexi losing control was a sight to see. Sasha relished each and every moment of it. Only she could do this to her. Only Lexi inspired this in her. The sophisticated and elegant woman was gone and this primeval temptress was all that was left, Sasha considered it better than all her wealth that she had found this amazing and delightful woman to love. It had become her only reason for living, she didn’t care about the billions of dollars, pounds, euros, marks, or rubels she had stashed in banks around the world, this woman, this incredible woman was what made it all worth while.
She bucked and she ground, she cried and she trembled. It was only Sasha’s loving arms that helped her to the bed that kept her from collapsing totally and slithering off the bed. Her long trip and their intense loving made her suddenly exhausted. Her last discernible memory was Sasha’s loving and still wet face saying “go to sleep my darling, I love you” before she was fast asleep in Sasha’s arms.
The End ~ for now