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Satin Sheets


WARNING: This story is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between females. If this type of content offends you,
or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.

SATIN SHEETS by Candy Kane

As I bent over to see what was in the refrigerator, Vanessa came up from
behind and ran her hand down my ass. I moaned as she teased my anus with
her fingertip. Then she gave my vagina a loving caress.

"Is pussy all you think about?" I asked.

"Just this one," Vanessa said, continuing to rub me.

I had to brace myself against the door when she slid a finger inside.

"Do you stay wet all the time?" she asked.

"You should know." I became breathless. "You're the one that's always

"Maybe I'll just stop, Leslie." Vanessa took her hand away.

I grabbed her wrist and straightened to face my lover. "You're the
reason I'm soaked all the time." I kissed the finger that was just inside

"Then quit complaining." Vanessa wrapped her arms around my neck. "What
do you expect me to do? I walk in here and see you bent over showing that
beautiful ass of yours. I'm supposed to just ignore it?"

"Don't you dare." I shoved my damp crotch against her thigh and we
kissed, our naked bodies pressed tightly. Finally, I said, "But I'm really
hungry. We have to come up for air once in a while, you know. I need

"Nourishment? My pussy is high in protein and low in fat. What other
nourishment do you need?"

I gave her three quick kisses. "I love your pussy. It's delicious. I
can't stop thinking about it. But I've got to eat some food before I fade

Vanessa pushed her bottom lip out in a pout. "All right, but as soon as
we're through, I want you back in bed with nothing on your mind but eating

"You're incorrigible," I said, giving her pouting lip a playful bite.
Then I turned back to the refrigerator and pulled out some leftover pizza
slices. "Let's nuke these."

"I'll get the wine," Vanessa said. She pulled two glasses down from the
cupboard and opened a bottle of merlot.

As I leaned against the counter waiting for the pizza to heat, I watched
her. Vanessa moved with the grace of a dancer. She was stunning, and I
was so in love with her. I had tasted every square inch of her and still
couldn't get enough. As hungry as I was for food, my pulse raced with the
thought of making love to her again. For the thousandth time, my pussy tingled with anticipation. I rubbed it as I thought back to how Vanessa
and I became lovers. It had been one of the most interesting nights of my

I was a partner in a corporate law firm with a spacious corner office
and a magnificent view of downtown Los Angeles. I had been with the
company for five years generating millions in revenue. One of my biggest
clients was the gay & lesbian Coalition. The perks that came with my job
included a six-figure salary, a new BMW every year, a plush apartment in
the valley, and use of a secluded cabin getaway in the mountains. I was
33, married once and divorced-no children. My life was my work; I was
totally married to the firm. Other than client dinners and official
company functions, I had little social life; no, I had no social life. My
last date was almost a year ago. That was also the last time I had sex;
and not very good sex, either. Unfortunately, lovemaking was not part of
my 12-hours-a-day schedule. My most intimate lover was made of plastic and
came with batteries.

Last week, my secretary, Cindy, along with Pam, one of the firm's legal
clerks, said they wanted to take me out to celebrate my birthday. They
promised that they had something special planned. At first, I declined but
they kept encouraging me until I gave in. I admitted that I could use a
distraction, no matter what is was; anything to get away from my work for a
few hours.

We left straight from the office in Cindy's car. I still had on my
business suit, heels, and hose. As much as I tried to get them to reveal
where they were taking me, they gave no hints, only giggled and said I
would love it. Both girls were in their early twenties and I had heard
they partied hard. They tried to hide it but I could tell from the way
they looked at each other that they were lovers.

We arrived at a prestigious office building in Hollywood, one I'd
visited a number of times for meetings with clients. We entered the
elegant lobby and walked over to the elevators, our heels clicking on the
marble floor. The gleaming brass elevator doors opened with a whoosh.
Cindy gave Pam a wink and pushed the button for the penthouse. When the
doors opened again, we entered a small, thick-carpeted lobby. Directly
ahead was a double-door entrance to a suite. The name on the brass plate
read Satin Sheets, A Private Club. A young, attractive receptionist sat
behind a desk next to the door.

"Good evening, ladies. Do you have an appointment?" she said.

"Yes," said Cindy, nodding toward me. "It's in the name of Leslie

The girl smiled warmly at me. "Oh yes, Ms. Morgan. It's your
birthday, right?"

I nodded, growing more intrigued by the moment.

"We're going to make it special for you," she said.

"Very special," Pam echoed with a wide grin.

"Sign in please." The girl opened a guestbook.

I took a beautiful feather quill pen and signed where she indicated.

"Have fun," she said with a wink.

The receptionist pressed a button and the doors swung open. Cindy and
Pam each took an arm and led me into a dark room. The doors closed behind
us and as my eyes adjusted, I realized I was in a lavishly decorated
lounge. There were two-dozen or so candlelit tables, the flickering flames
created warm, orange islands. The room was carpeted in a rich red texture
and there was the rhythm of rock music coming from a small dance floor in
the middle of the room. I could see couples at many of the tables, and the
dance floor was packed. As my eyes adjusted, I saw that all the couples
were women and realized I was in a very high end, exclusive lesbian nightclub.

My mouth opened slightly and I stood frozen as I looked around. I had
heard of such places but this was my first look inside one.

"You okay, Leslie?" Cindy pulled on my arm. Then she saw the expression
on my face and for a split second, I saw her turn pale. Her eyes grew
large and she covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my God. Leslie, we
just assumed . . ."

"Oh, shit," Pam said. "Well, Cindy, you've really fucked up this time."

"You assumed I was gay," I said.

"It's just that with your biggest client and no men in your life and all
. . ." Cindy stammered.

Even in the low light of the room, I could tell she was embarrassed.

"We can leave right now," Pam said, starting for the door.

"Wait." I reached for her arm. "Look, I think this is really sweet of
you both, and I'm touched that you wanted to do something so special for
me." I smiled at them both. "It's just that-"

"We're so sorry, Leslie," Cindy said. "I won't blame you if you never
forgive us."

"Ms. Morgan?" A beautiful, tall woman in an exquisite evening gown
walked up. The front was cut to her navel and a slit up the side went to
her waist. It did little to hide the fact that she was naked underneath.
She extended her hand. "I'm Melody, your hostess. We have your table

I considered telling her we had changed our minds and were leaving but I
hated making Cindy and Pam feel bad. After all, they had the best of
intentions. "Tell you what," I said, turning to them. "Since we're here,
let's have a drink, listen to a few songs, and all go home with no hard
feelings. Okay?"

"Are you sure?" Pam asked.

"Yes." I smiled. "I'm sure."

Melody led us to a table near the dance floor. She took our drink order
before leaving. We sat in silence for a few moments as we watched couples
dance. I noticed that the women were all elegantly dressed; I even
recognized a few from the society pages. There was a great deal of money
represented. I also knew that some of them were married so this must be a
secret and very expensive diversion from their normal lives.

"We're really sorry," Pam said after a few moments of awkward silence.

"No more apologies," I said, smiling. "I'm fine. It was a sweet idea.
I'm touched that you wanted to give me such a nice gift."

"Actually," Cindy said, "This isn't really the gift."

"What do you mean?" I was definitely surprised.

"Well, the real gift is . . ."

Pam said, "It's for someone to . . ."

"To what?" I said. "What are you talking about?"

"Satin Sheets is a lot more than just a dance club," Pam said. "It's

"It's a place where you can arrange a date," Cindy said sheepishly.

"A date?" This was getting crazier by the moment.

"More than a date," Pam said. "Much more."

"Explain," I said. I couldn't believe what was hearing. Were they
insane? But I also couldn't believe how my heart fluttered and my pulse
quickened at their erotic suggestion. Had they really arranged for a woman
to be my date? To have sex with me? And all I wanted was something to
take my mind off work. Be careful what you wish for, girl.

"We started planning months ago, Leslie. Pam and I wanted so much to
see you smile. You know, get out, party, have fun, and enjoy something
besides work, work, work."

"We pooled our money and bought you a night at Satin Sheets," Pam said.

"And just what does a night at Satin Sheets consist of?" I asked.

A petite young girl dressed in a micro-mini, stiletto heels, and a silk
vest appeared to deliver our drinks. Her vest was open in the front and
she wore nothing underneath. My eyes went from her face to her naked
breasts and back to her face.

She gave me a "thanks for admiring" smile and said, "Are you the
birthday girl?"

"Yes." Not only were her breasts beautiful but the rest of her as well.

"You're a very lucky lady," she said.

"Why is that?" I asked.

She leaned in close, her bare breasts inches away. "Vanessa." She
smiled as she turned and walked away.

I looked from Cindy to Pam. "Vanessa?"

"Your date," Cindy said.

A blast of heat swept through the room-at least I felt it. My palms
turned sweaty and nervous perspiration formed rivulets between my breasts.
I felt my crotch moisten and start to itch.

Cindy and Pam smiled broadly.

"Are you all right?" Pam asked.

"Yes," I said, taking a long sip from my drink. God, just thinking her
name made me sweat. I was curious about the date Pam and Cindy had
arranged for me. Did I have the courage to stay and see what would happen?
If I did, would I have sex with her? My heart hammered against my chest
and I wondered if Pam and Cindy could hear it over the driving rock music.

"We can leave if your really want," Cindy said. "But we've already paid
for your birthday gift. It would be a shame not to . . ."

"Not to get laid?" I said with a nervous laugh.

"Leslie," Cindy said. "Have you ever . . .?"

". . . made love to a woman?" I completed her question.

They both nodded.

"Yes." I watched expressions of relief on their faces. "My roommate in
my last year of college was a lesbian, and she had an enormous crush on me.
There were two beds in our dorm room but for a couple of months, one of
them hardly got used. She kept a constant grin on my face." I smiled at
remembering how much fun it had been.

"So you'll consider staying?" Pan said.

"Well . . ." I hesitated.

"Ms. Morgan?"

I looked up to see Melody.

"Yes?" My heart fluttered.

"Everything is ready."


"This way." She extended her hand

I looked pleadingly at Cindy and Pam but their smiles gave me no way

"Have fun," Cindy said, slipping her arm around Pam's shoulder.

"Lots of fun," Pam said.

"You too," I said, standing on shaky legs.

"We always do," Pam said, giving Cindy a kiss on the cheek.

I nodded at Melody that I was ready to follow. This was it. She took
my hand, leading me toward the back of the room.

"Is this your first time?" she asked.

"Pardon?" I watched the slit in her dress reveal incredibly long legs
and the bare curve of her bottom.

"At Satin Sheets?"

"Oh, I thought you meant . . ."

She smiled. "No, I'm sure that a woman with your beauty has many
lovers. I was just wondering if it was your first time with us."

"Yes, my first."

"I hope it will be memorable."

She took me through a large door and we entered a long hall lined with
many rooms. The lighting was soft. Each room had a gold plaque with a
different symbol of the Zodiac on each. We stopped in front of Capricorn.

"Here we are," she said.

Melody opened the door and I entered the most beautiful bedroom I'd ever
seen. It was candle-lit and warm. There was a large sectional couch along
one wall, dark blue wallpaper and drapes, and a huge canopy bed. The
sheets were cherry-red satin with thick pillows. On a table, an assortment
of liquors, wines, and a tray of fresh fruit lay waiting.

"We've tried to anticipate your every desire," Melody said. "There's
even a delicious assortment of girl toys in the bed stand." She winked.
"We do love our toys, don't we?"

I could only nod as I breathed in the faint aroma of incense.

"Happy birthday, Ms. Morgan," Melody said. "I hope it will be one
you'll never forget."

It already was, I thought as I found myself alone and more nervous than
at anytime in my life. I tried to control my breathing. Slowly, I walked
to the bed, felt the sheets; walked to the couch and sat. I was getting
cold feet big time. Was it too late to leave? I wanted to run and yet, I
tingled at the thought of what was about to happen. If I left, I could
just tell Cindy and Pam that I would reimburse them for whatever they had
spent. That was it; I'd go now before it was too late. I stood and took a
step toward the door.

"Hello, Leslie."

Her voice came from a far corner of the room-a dark corner I had not
noticed. I strained to see her but she was hidden in the shadows. She
must have been there all along.

"You seem nervous."

"I am," I said

"Don't be. Not tonight."

She stepped into the soft glow of the candles and I gasped. She was
stunning. Her silken blonde hair framed her face and caressing her
shoulders. The luminous gray-blue eyes reflected the heat of the candle
flames. She wore a flowing robe that hung from her like smoke. Her milky
white breasts formed perfect globes above her midnight-black lace bra.
Below a flat stomach was a mere wisp of bikini panties-the narrow cloth
patch, black to match the bra, was slightly wider than her slit. Her labia
peeked out from each side, pink and baby smooth. Her legs were long, slim,
and bare-high heel sandals exposed delicate feet and delectable toes. She
was a vision of erotic seduction. And she was about to make love to me.

"I'm Vanessa," she said, walking across the room to stand before me.
She smiled, touching my cheek. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you." I trembled like a schoolgirl on her first date. Her fresh,
clean fragrance excited my senses.

"They told me that tonight is a present from your friends. I hope
you're not disappointed."

I shook my head, finding it hard to make my mouth work.

"Would you like something to drink? It might help you relax."

"Yes, that would be wonderful."

I watched her walk to the side table-each movement sensual. The way she
shifted her weight said she knew exactly how to use her body to excite me.
It was working. Her hair seemed to be blown by an invisible breeze; her
beauty overwhelmed me. Every nerve in my body went into hypersensitive
overload. My skin tingled. I could not remember ever being this aroused

Vanessa brought me a small crystal glass of Amaretto.

"You're not having any?" I said, taking a sip.

"I'll quench my thrust the first time I make you come."

That did it. "Oh my God," I said as my legs went limp.

"That's so sweet," she said with the warmest smile as she brought her
hand to the back of my neck. "This is going to be fun." Then she kissed
me. Her lips were as delicate as butterfly wings; they tasted like desire.
"Can I undress you?" she whispered.

"Please," I said, wanting desperately to have her lips on mine again.

Vanessa slipped her hands under my jacket, pushing it back over my
shoulders. Her palms grazed my nipples causing sparks to shoot down
between my legs. She smiled as my jacket dropped to the floor behind me.
Then she started unbuttoning my blouse. "I want you to tell me everything
that pleases you, Leslie."

"All right." At this point I would have told her anything if she
promised to do it to me.

Her delicate fingers worked like quicksilver. In seconds, she opened my
blouse like unwrapping a priceless gift.

"For instance," she said, pushing the garment over my shoulders and
letting it fall. "Do you like being eaten?"

"I love it." Although it had been a long time since someone went down on

She ran her fingertips down my bare arms and took my hands in hers.
"When you're alone at night and you make love to yourself, which hand do
you use?"

I squeezed her left hand with my right and she brought it to her lips.
"Which finger?"

I indicated my middle finger.

"I'm so envious of this finger," she said, taking it into her warm
mouth. Vanessa ran her tongue along its length in the most arousing,
obscene, erotic thing anyone had ever done to me. I was suddenly on the
brink of an orgasm.

Vanessa made love to my finger while her eyes were locked on mine. Then
she kissed my fingertip. "And when this is bathed with the warm cream from
your orgasm, do you like to taste yourself?"

"Yes." I was burning at the stake.

"So, after I eat you, you'll enjoy tasting yourself on my lips?"

"I've got to sit down," I said, as the room started spinning

"I won't let you fall, lover." Vanessa slipped her robe off and it
floated to the floor like soft morning mist. She reached around running
her hands up my back while softly kissing my neck. She smelled like
springtime. My heart raced. I never felt her unclasp my bra, but suddenly
it was gone.

"You're beautiful, Leslie." She caressed each breast before placing a
kiss just above my nipples.

I had to do something before I fell. I also need to taste her mouth
again. Taking her face in my hands, I pulled her to me and we kissed
softly, seductively. I reached around and unclasped her bra, then brought
my hands to her breasts, feeling the warmth of her alabaster skin.

Vanessa unclasped my belt and skirt. She whispered in my ear, "Leslie,
do you like to make love or do you like to fuck?"

"Do we have time for both?" I giggled, never having considered the

"We have time for everything," she said, running her tongue around my

She squatted and pulled my skirt down, her face only inches from my
crotch. She steadied each leg as I stepped out if it. Then she removed my
heels and slipped my hose down and off. I was naked except for my panties,
which were soaked.

Vanessa leaned in, placing a soft kiss on the thin material covering my
sex. "You're already wet," she said, inhaling deeply. Then she hooked a
finger in the elastic and pulled the front down exposing my thin patch of
fur and finally my slit. "This looks delicious," she said, kissing my
moist lips.

Her warm breath on my vagina made me tremble. I felt my clitoris
throbbing, and when she touched it with the tip of her tongue, I came.

Vanessa wrapped an arm round my ass to steady me while she covered my
pussy with her mouth. I heard delicate sucking sounds as she drank every
drop I gave her. When I stopped shaking and caught my breath, she spent a
moment licking me clean.

"I want more," she said, looking up and running the pink tip of her
tongue over her lips.

"I think there's still a lot more down there," I said, feeling like the
ecstasy dam was about to break.

"Now that we've got that first little orgasm out of the way," she said,
"Let's get down to business."

"Okay," was the only clever thing I could think to say. My vision was
blurred, I was dizzy, my body tingled, and I had no idea how I was able to
remain standing. There was a blast furnace roaring between my legs and I
could have injured someone with my nipples.

Vanessa led me to the bed and had me lay on my back in the middle; my
head propped on thick pillows. As I watched, she sat on the edge, brought
her foot up and unclasped her sandal-each movement slow and seductive. She
repeated with the other foot. Then she stood, untied the string holding
the tiny bikini, and let it drop away. Like a sleek cat, she slipped onto
the bed, stood, and straddled me-her hands on her hips. She spread her
legs, showing me her beautiful bare sex. Her labia was pink and puffy, the
slit open slightly letting delicate inner lips peek out. Her hood barely
hid her swollen clitoris. A soft moan came from deep inside me as I
realized that what she offered me I wanted to the point of pain.

Vanessa spread herself open with her fingertips. Candlelight reflected
off her moist, pink inner walls. She pulled her small hood back and her
pearl popped out. "You like?" she asked.

"I love." My heart pounded as my mouth and pussy watered. All I could
think about was sucking that beautiful clitoris and tasting those sugar

She slid a finger in, and when she took it out, it glistened in the soft
light. "You're making me very wet, Leslie."

"Fair is fair," I said, feeling drops of moisture running down to my

Vanessa got on her hands and knees, and positioned herself over me. I
watched as she let our nipples kiss. Then she lowered herself. That first
rush of skin on skin took my breath away. I wrapped my arms and legs
around her, determined to never let this angel get away. She brought her
lips to mine and we kissed. Our tongues danced together as I tasted the
sweetness of her mouth. Our pussies found each other and became slippery
as we rubbed them together.

Then Vanessa broke our kiss. "We're getting ahead of ourselves," she
said with a grin. "Were supposed to be making love but there's definitely
fucking going on down below."

"Is that so bad?" I asked, almost begging.

She put her fingertip on my lips. "Fucking comes later. Love making
comes first." She kissed me softly and then started placing kisses all
around my face. Soon, she worked her way down my neck and was poised over
my breasts.

I used to have nipples. Now they were rocket nosecones ready to blast
off. When she took the first one into her warm mouth, the boosters
ignited. I tried to touch her but she held my hands down at my sides while
she gently licked and sucked each nipple. Soft kisses were place all round
each breast. My chest heaved and she stopped for a second and looked up at

"Relax, lover," she said. "We've got all night. Just enjoy." But her
breathing had increased drastically.

"Vanessa, I'm on fire for you," I said.

Something changed in the way she looked at me, almost as if I were no
longer a customer for the night but someone she might even care about. She
seemed surprised I had feelings for her.

Vanessa moved up and looked deep into my eyes. "You really want me?"

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"The women that come here only need me to get them off and then leave. I
never even get turned on doing it. But you've got me flowing like a

"Then I vote we fuck that river and make love later."

Her eyes sparkled as she smiled. "I second the motion."

I attacked her mouth with mine, kissing like maniacs. My thigh came up
between her legs and we were humping like whores on payday. Wet pussies
squished and our sweaty tummies slapped. My ears filled with the sounds of
slurping and sucking, squealing and moaning. Suddenly, I could wait no
longer. "I want to eat you," I said between grunts.


"Hurry," I said, out of breath.

Vanessa maneuvered around until she faced the foot of the bed. Looking
back, she carefully lifted her leg over me and positioned herself inches
from my hungry mouth. I saw what I wanted and my heart leaped. She was
pink, swollen, and so aroused. Her lips flared open like a flower and her
clitoris was completely exposed. Streams of honey ran down the insides of
each thigh. I pulled her ass to my face and shoved my nose into her wet
hole. From somewhere deep inside me, I growled like a lioness about to
feast. My first lick was from her clitoris all the way up to her rosebud
anus. I breathed in a mixture of bitch in heat and the perfume she had
dabbed between her legs. And the taste was a banquet of salty sweat, tangy
female musk, and thick, sweet girl-cum. My lips curled around her
throbbing clitoris and I sucked it hard before assaulting it with my
tongue. At the same instant, Vanessa spread my vagina and started a licking
fury. We were obscene. To call it fucking was polite. It was raw,
animal, and alien.

I went from her pussy to her ass and back in a frantic attempt to
devourer everything. My face was covered with saliva and cum. The harder
I licked, the more she gave me. Our bodies, soaked in sweat, squirmed and
jerked, arched and entwined. We rolled back and forth in a fuck frenzy.

Like an avalanche, the orgasm swept over on me. At the same instant,
Vanessa's cum thickened, her hips moved in quick jerks, her toes curled,
and she stiffened. I hugged her ass tightly and sucked her clitoris as I
came, giving her a flood of honey. Her pussy quivered and a short squirt
of hot cum shot into my mouth. I savored it for a moment then swallowed,
waiting for more. I was not disappointed. As I sucked her clitoris again,
I was rewarded with a second squirt that I quickly swallowed and hoped for
a third. I brought my knees up and locked my legs around her. As Vanessa
gave me my second orgasm, I again took her clitoris between my lips and
sucked hard. This time she filled my mouth with three quick squirts. I
swallowed and lapped her pussy, licking up every drop.

I ran my hands over her ass, placing soft kisses on her pussy-adoring
it-worshiping. It was so beautiful in the afterglow of sex-a pink,
slippery oyster. Then I realized she was doing the same thing between my
legs; kissing my vagina tenderly as it trembled with tiny aftershocks.

Finally, Vanessa rolled onto her back, her chest still heaving. I took
her hand and we interlocked our fingers. I turned on my side and kissed
her leg, rubbing her soft thigh and tummy. Then I slowly turned around,
lying beside her. I propped up on my elbow and brushed the long blond hair
from her face.

"I just went to heaven," I said.

She caressed my cheek. "I can't remember when I've come that hard. It
was wonderful."

I scooted closer and lightly touched my lips to hers while I played with
her nipple. Then I whispered, "Now that we've fucked, lets make love."

Vanessa wrapped her arms around me and we held each other tightly. Our
hearts beat together as we bodies entwined. We kissed for a long time,
soft, gentle, sweet. Hands roamed, exploring, memorizing, and loving.

"I can't believe what you're doing to me," she said, sounding almost
helpless. "This has never happened before."

This exquisite creature, this sensual woman, this delicious vision, was
melting in my arms. And I in hers. In the soft glow of the candles, I
looked into her eyes. "I never want this to end."

"I know," she said, and kissed me.

Our tongues explored the warmth of our mouths as our bodies moved slowly
and seductively against each other. I trembled, knowing where that
delicious mouth of hers had been only moments before. I sucked her tongue
and remembered it licking me to the most incredible orgasm of my life.
Suddenly, being with her meant more to me than anything else in my world. I
was adrift on the deep blue ocean of her eyes, lost in her soft, strong
arms, warmed by her sweet breath, seduced by the dampness of her fleece
against my thigh, and drunk on the scent of arousal from between her legs.
I was falling in love.

We made love again and again until the night was over. When it was time
to leave, I took her home with me. I called in sick and we spent the
entire day trying to wear out our pussies. Within days, Vanessa had moved
in with me. The following weekend, we made the drive up to the firm's
secluded mountain cabin. I arranged ahead of time for it to be a special
night. We arrived at sunset, and rather than going inside, I took her down
to the lake nearby to see the moon rise.

The woods were quiet, only the chirp of crickets filled the cool autumn
night. We walked hand in hand to the water's edge and watched the
moonlight shimmer off the lake.

There we stood in silence for a long time. Then I looked at Vanessa and
saw more than moonlight in her eyes, I saw love.

"Will you love me forever?" I said.

"Longer," she said. We interlocked our fingers and she squeezed my

I pulled her into my arms. She felt wonderful against me as our breasts pressed together. "I thought I had everything," I said. "I thought I was
truly happy. Then you came into my life and I realized I had nothing
before that moment."

"Oh, Leslie," Vanessa said, kissing me.

I adored her mouth so warm and delicious; those incredible eyes that
were always smiling at me; suddenly she was my entire world. I couldn't
get enough of her fingertips on my bare arms, the freshness of her corn
silk-colored hair, the spice of her skin, the heat from her sex on my face.
It had only been a week and yet my hunger for her had grown into a constant
craving. The thought of Vanessa lying in my arms with our naked bodies
intertwined made me swoon. I craved her breath in my ear whispering my
name, begging me to never stop loving her. I needed her lips on my
breasts, biting and teasing until I screamed. And I trembled at how she
filled my mouth with her sweet ambrosia at the instant of ecstasy.

Our kisses grew deeper and our hearts raced. She ran her hands through
my hair, knowing it drove me crazy.

"Let's go to bed and make love," I whispered, looking into her eyes.

"Yes," she said, breathlessly.

Arm in arm, we walked back up the trail toward the cabin. Inside were
candles casting golden light around our bed, and topaz satin sheets waiting
to caress our naked bodies. There was ruby wine in goblets to warm us, and
a crystal bowl of fresh cut strawberries to sweeten our lips and flavor the
secret places we shared so completely. Most of all, there was love. It
filled the room just as surely as the scent from our aroused sex, telling
the world that two precious flowers were about to spread their petals and
come into bloom. It was pure, soul-bearing love between two women who
could not live another day without each other.

We slowly undressed each other and stood in the glow of the candles
sipping the wine. Vanessa was radiant; her smooth, flawless skin resembled
a work of art

"You're exquisite," she whispered, running her hand across my cheek,
down my neck, and through the valley between my breasts. "I need you more
that air."

We stared deeply into each other's eyes as I cupped her breast, letting
my thumb make love to her nipple. I stepped back and let my gaze wander
from her lips down her long neck, drinking in her beauty. She watched as
my eyes drifted to her thin, V-shaped patch of fleece. She shifted
slightly, opening her legs enough for me to see the object of my desire. I
grew light headed at the sight. The hand of Venus had sculptured her; a
pink lily flared open and ready to bathe my tongue in its nectar.

"Are you hungry?" she asked, knowing what I wanted.

"Starved." I leaned forward and kissed the top of her breast. Then I
knelt; my eyes feasting at her beautiful sex only inches away. "Am I

"No, sweet baby," she said placing a finger under my chin and drawing my
gaze up. "What you see is yours." She traced my lips with her fingertip.
"Yours completely."

I kissed her palm before she caressed my cheek and lovingly played with
my hair. I set my wine goblet aside and placed both hands on her high,
broad hips. Leaning in, I kissed her fleece before lowering my face. I
inhaled deeply, letting her fragrance excite me. Heat ignited between my
legs like a furnace. My breasts swelled, my nipples itched, and moisture
rushed out of me.

I turned and kissed her thigh; tiny kisses forming a line back to her
mons. I repeated the kisses on the inside of her other thigh, always
coming back to the center of the universe. Vanessa's scent grew stronger
as she responded to my loving. I kissed her moist lips and let my tongue
venture out just enough to capture a drop of dew on her petals. I
envisioned the busy bee collecting nectar, happy in his work.

I relished the flavor like a rare vintage. Then the bee buzzed back
into the heart of the flower.

"Oh my God!" Vanessa said, moaning.

This time the busy bee worked harder to find the nectar, searching
deeper, convinced there was an abundance hiding inside.

"Oh Leslie!" she said, squealing

I felt her hands on my shoulders; her legs became unsure.

I reached around, venturing down the silky valley between her cheeks.
At its deepest point, it was moist, warm, and so inviting. Searching, I
came upon its most secret place: her small portal of endless pleasure.
While I focused all my kisses on her moist pussy lips and my fingertip
gently probed her delicate anus, I slipped my other hand between my legs.
My fingers ran through my damp fur and spread my lips open. I slid two
fingers up inside. Floodgates opened, soaking my hand.

Vanessa teetered. Her outer lips turned dark pink and puffy as blood
rushed to them, intensifying her pleasure. I bid her tiny rear entrance
farewell knowing I would visit later, and brought my hand back around. I
placed my thumb just above the hood of skin protecting her most precious
possession. Pressing in slightly and pushing up, the hood retracted
revealing her treasured pearl. I formed a small circle with my lips and
embraced it. I was now at the very core of her sex.

This time Vanessa could not speak but only sucked in air, leaning all
her weight onto my shoulders. I immediately retreated, placing a soft kiss
on her clitoris and extra kisses on her fully unfolded flower exposing the
dark moist entrance. I stood and moved her to the bed where we could
experience soft skin on skin, breasts on breasts, lips and tongues eager to
please and penetrate, fingers that roamed and searched until they found
hidden places where they could disappear inside. And words of love,
whispered and prayed, cried and screamed.

I lay down and pulled her to me; the first touch of our bodies pressed
together brought moans of pleasure. The subtleness was over. The slow,
erotic dance was ending. The gentle foreplay was a memory. Suddenly we
were cannibals feasting on female flesh, driven by a lesbian hunger that
seemed unquenchable. Fires burned out of control and all we had to
extinguish them was the moisture from our mouths. It was a feeding frenzy
as two busy bees found their flowers and licked up the dew that flowed
freely. Our bodies became one, our hearts pounded out a rhythm of lust,
and cries of passion filled the cabin. We made love on satin sheets. We
were in love. We gave love. Busy, busy bees.

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