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HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 22A BY "RAMAPO"
Heather sat at the breakfast table in the open space dining area
of the San Francisco hotel and picked at her breakfast. The last
minute trip out here from school with Traci to the art conference was
tiring and they had gotten in late last night. With only a three day
stay, they had full schedules and Traci wanted Heather to be sure to
take in as much as possible to begin learning the business side of
art. Traci was sure Heather had the talent to be a very successful
artist, but she needed to understand the business as well, so, when
the college agreed to fund her trip, she included Heather as a
participant. Undoubtedly the President of the school and department
head had thought she would bring another faculty member, but it was
her choice.
"Hey, a bit down today?" Traci inquired as she scanned her daily
schedule again.
"Just tired from the flight and lack of sleep, I guess. And you
didn't help with that surprise licking you gave me just as I was
drifting off. You know I can't push you away when you do that."
Heather was smiling at the thought of Traci's warm tongue licking the
inside of her thighs until she had begged Traci to finish her off with
her tongue. The woman had the tongue of a serpent and proved it every
time they kissed or she went down on Heather.
"I distinctly didn't hear any complaining last night, you little
sex fiend. And you gave me back as good as you got, if I remember the
events clearly." Traci arched one eyebrow in mock surprise and then
they both laughed. When they were together, it didn't take long for
the sexual sparks to fly between them and their mutual arousal move
them to steal away and get each other off.
"No, not a complaint. Just the facts. Not enough sleep. And,
knowing us, we're not going to get any the rest of the weekend,
either. And you assigned us a test on Tuesday! How am I supposed to
study for that when I keep finding stray fingers in my pussy, or up my
ass and your hot mouth on my nipples? You know that drives me crazy."
"And it improves your concentration. I remember you told me that
you get A's on every test you study for if you have sex when in the
middle of preparing. I can't cheat for you, and I can't treat your
work any different than any other student, so, I take the only course
open to me and fuck your brains out at every opportunity." Heather was
laughing now and noticed the woman at the next table was clearly
trying to listen to their conversation. Their voices had been low, but
they must have been loud enough to gain their neighbor's attention.
She wondered for a moment if the woman was interested or shocked.
She discretely signaled Traci and they went over their schedules,
which, as luck would have it, were different and they wouldn't see
each other till dinner. Finally gulping one last swallow of coffee,
they squeezed each others' hands under the table and said 'bye and
headed off.
Heather settled into the large lecture hall amid the hundreds of
other conference participants and waited. Just before the lights went
down, a very striking, tall, trim, ash blonde with an alabaster white
complexion and bright red lips and long red fingernails, came down the
isle and took a seat one row in front of Heather, catching Heather's
eye. She smiled at her briefly as she found a seat and sat, stretching
her long legs out, then casually crossing them. Even from five seats
away, the sound of her nylons rustling as her thighs slid across each
other sounded an alarm in Heather's pussy and she went suddenly wet.
Jesus, she thought, Traci just screwed my brains out not three hours
ago and here I'm horny already.
It took all of Heather's concentration to stop looking over at
this striking woman and focus on the lecture just beginning. And to
make matters worse, the air conditioning was wafting the aroma of the
woman's lightly scented perfume over to Heather and for some reason,
it started to drive her wild. More and more, she just kept looking
over at her and realized after a bit that the blonde hair was
completely natural. Shoulder length, it was baby fine and very thick,
rare for a blonde.
Heather found herself daydreaming about running that hair through
her fingers and having it fall in her face. "I wonder if her pussy
hair is blond as well?" She was thinking at one point. "Get a grip.
You are here with Traci and you can't be coming on to other women."
She ordered herself. And finally, got back to the lecture.
At the break, she followed the woman over to the coffee table and
stood nearby, studying the woman discretely and finally realizing she
wanted to meet this woman who was attracting her so badly. And found
herself approaching her. "OK, what the hell are you going to say?" She
was trembling with nerves as she approached.
"Hello, I'm Heather."
"Inga." There was a light Scandinavian accent. They shook hands
politely. Heather felt the long nails on her wrist and electric sparks
shot up her arm. The woman held her hand just a moment longer than
necessary.
"I... I saw you in the lecture hall and wanted so much to tell
you how beautiful you are. And sexy." Inga smiled back.
"Thank you. It is hard to be sexy in the morning on the schedule
they give us." She was relaxed and seemed genuinely pleased at
Heather's compliment.
Inga continued. "I come from Iceland and we had a very long
flight yesterday, so I am not at my best today, too tired."
"I love your accent. I would have guessed Norway, or Sweden, and
of course, your beautiful hair gives you away."
"Yes, I am lucky. You are lucky with your hair.." there was a
slight pause...as she boldly surveyed Heather's body, "and remarkable
figure as well."
Heather actually blushed. Well, contact was made, now what would
happen? Inga made the move immediately, much to Heather's amazement.
"Heather, you and I, would be very hot together, do you not
think?" It was almost a whisper.
Hell yes! "I was hot the first time I saw you an hour ago. Now,
standing here, I'm very horny for you." There. Heather was in a spin.
Now what, just jump each other in the lobby? It was moving so fast.
Inga moved closer in the crowd of people, very noisy around them,
and reached out an index finger and slowly brushed a wisp of Heather's
hair back behind her ear, and let the finger nail trail slowly over
her cheek and down to her full lips, lightly running the nail over
each lip several times, and finally slipping the nail and very tip of
her finger into Heather's mouth. By the time the nail penetrated her
red pursed lips, Heather was shaking from the caress and was clenching
her fingers involuntarily into fists to fight the waves of chills
rippling from her face out across her body. She was tingling from head
to foot.
Inga slowly lowered her finger over Heather's chin and down the
front of her neck and stopped at the top of her cleavage, finally
lowering it to her side. "Yes, we would be very hot. But, we can do
nothing, I'm afraid, my beautiful friend. My lover is also here and I
cannot break free, even for a few minutes. We are together for every
minute except this first lecture, which is now over."
Heather's disappointment must have shown on her face. "Oh. Well,
of course you are right. I too have a lover here. I don't know what I
was thinking."
"Well, I must go. I see Helga looking for me." Inga waved and
caught her attention. "Heather, have fun. And think of me. I'll think
of you as well."
"Yes, I will. You already made me wet."
"I as well. Farewell."
Inga walked away toward her female friend, who was making her way
slowly through the heavy crowd now headed back into the lecture hall.
Ten feet away, she stopped and walked back to Heather. "Tell me your
room number. I will leave my room number in your mail box at the desk
if something changes and it is safe to call me. OK?"
"1189. Yes, maybe things will change."
"Farewell."
And she was gone, only the top of her almost white hair visible
in the crush, then it too was gone as she went through the doors and
met Helga, now on the other side.
Heather was left disappointed, and amazed at how forward she had
been to just walk up and start talking. And the reaction from Inga was
equally amazing. The nerves on her face, lips and neck from the trace
of that nail were still tingling as she made her way to a different
hall and was seated, late.
The rest of the day was a blur. She found herself daydreaming
about Inga, holding her, licking her, kissing her lips, nipples, and
mons. And being kissed in return. By dinner time, she had to race to
her room and change her underwear, which by now was beyond merely damp
and was practically dripping.
Traci met her at the dinner table with a big hug and they chatted
all evening about the lectures. Heather felt vaguely disloyal about
approaching Inga and finally, she decided to at least tell Traci about
the meeting. Some of it, anyway.
"I met a woman from the first group today. Inga. A beautiful ash
blonde from Iceland, as it turns out."
Traci didn't seem to pick up on anything. "That's nice. Is she
going to be available to sit with you at any of the other sessions?"
"No. As a matter of fact, she's here with a friend and they are
together, so I'd be butting in on them."
This time Traci was a bit quicker to pick up on things. "Oh, a
woman?"
"Yes. Helga, I think Inga said."
"Were you attracted to Inga?"
"Well, I thought she was very pretty and told her so."
"And then what happened?"
Heather took a deep breath and paused, looking up into Traci's
calm face, "She suggested we would be a hot couple in bed."
"Not letting any grass grow under her feet, is she? And is she
taking you to bed with her?"
"No, actually, she's not."
"But you would have gone if she had asked?"
"Yes." Well, that tears it, Heather thought. Traci's going to be
pissed now. Why am I so honest with her all the time?
"And I'm not invited?" There was that eyebrow. She's not that
mad. She'd be frowning if she was mad. Or dead silent. "Traci! We're
not going to do anything. At least, not unless her plans get changed,
which is highly unlikely. Listen, I feel guilty enough about even
thinking it, much less knowing I want to do it."
"You are a free spirit my child. You know how I feel about you.
And I know there will be others for you from time to time. I just
cherish the time I have with you now. Maybe that's why the sex is so
intense. Tomorrow, it may be gone forever."
"I'm not going anywhere, Traci. You know I feel the same way
about you."
"Yes, you will leave. Not because you are planning to, but
because that is the nature of things. Life moves on. We will move on
beyond this moment. Right now I'm very lucky to have you. No, I'm not
mad about Inga, or the other Inga's that come and go in your life. I'm
jealous of the time they get with you, but at least right now I know
you will be back. So, if Inga's plans change, go to her and enjoy her.
Just don't miss the plane back or go AWOL on me. I'll have enough
explaining to do when I get back as it is."
"Are you sure about all this? I mean my other lovers? I don't
want to hurt you."
"Hush. One of these days I'll shock you and show up with an Inga,
or two, on my arm and you will have to share me for a bit. Then,
you'll be begging for my tongue, my dear. Let's find the evening
conferences, they are almost about to start."
This time, they hugged hard in public and finally broke and went
their separate ways. When Traci came back to the room a bit drunk much
later that evening, Heather was asleep in the bed with a text book
lying open where it fell on her stomach. Traci just moved the book to
the night table, kissed her lightly on the forehead and quickly
undressed and slipped into bed. In seconds she was asleep as well.
The next day was much the same as the first, only that evening,
at long last, Heather and Traci found themselves in the room at only
ten PM and they showered, and met in the middle of the bedroom of
their suite in a passionate kiss and then their hands found damp
pussies and within seconds, their arousal soared and they fell into a
series of rapid fire orgasms, thrusting their mons together as they
came, each in turn driving the other to her next peak. The sex was
hard and physical, with none of their usual preliminary cuddling or
stroking. A dam broke inside each and they drove to fill their needs.
Finally, they retired to the bed and at a much more leisurely
pace, fucked and sucked each other until exhausted and spent. At 2 AM
they finally slept in each other's arms, legs scissored together,
pussies kissing and the wet from their cum slowly drying on their
bellies and legs. A coolness that only emphasized the heat still
pouring from their bellies and thighs. Contentment was written on
their faces.
The morning brought a surprise, however. Heather stopped at the
front desk and was excited to spot an envelope in their room's mail
slot. The desk clerk retrieved it and upon opening it, there was a
short note. "Heather, dearest. Unexpectedly, Helga must return to home
a day early and I am alone. If your circumstances permit, can we meet
and explore each other before we depart tomorrow? Leave a note in mail
slot 2387 if free. Yours (hoping) - Inga."
Heather felt her heart begin to pound and she wrote a note that
said simply. "Inga. Yes. Yes. Yes. My heart will not beat until I have
had you. 9 PM in your suite for dinner, and then, the perfect dessert.
Yours longingly, Heather."
At breakfast Heather could hardly sit still, knowing what the
evening would bring. Traci picked up on her antsy behavior at once.
"So, let's see, Inga must be free and you are going to see her
tonight. Close?" She was smiling.
"Yes. I can't believe it. We are going to have dinner in her
room. Would you help me pick out what to wear? I don't want to
disappoint her."
"Heather, you could show up covered with mud from head to toe and
be completely naked and still get her wet and make her cum before she
hit the sheets. Don't you realize what an exciting woman you are to
others? To me?" The last was so soft.
Heather broke from her focus on Inga. "Traci, it was stupid for
me to ask, after all..."
"No, as a matter of fact, I bought something for you yesterday at
lunch that will be perfect. But there is a price for all this
consideration, tolerance and help, you realize?"
Heather looked at her questioningly.
"Simply, that after you two screw each other's brains out, on the
plane home tomorrow, you must tell me every juicy detail, down to the
last drop of cum spilled and agonized cry of climax. And then, you and
I are going to join the Mile High Club."
"The what?"
"The club for people who have sex on an airplane in flight!" "We
can't do that, I mean, with a whole plane full of people!"
"In the rest room, silly. Just you and I and our wandering
mouths. Deal?"
Heather was intrigued. "Deal." Damn, Traci was FULL of surprises.
The day dragged as she waited for the time to come and get ready.
Finally, after a swim in the hotel pool to calm her nerves (and get
off twice near the water jet of the pool filter system pump), she came
back up to the hotel room. Traci was waiting for her.
"Bath and shave." She ordered, and helped Heather out of the wet
one-piece suit, marveling as she always did at the sight of the
magnificent chest of this woman, as the swaying orbs fell free from
the restraining cups of the sparse suit. As soon as the air hit her
nipples, they hardened from the coolness of the wet water evaporating
and lengthened into the spikes of flesh that made Traci mad for them
in her mouth. But she only rubbed her fingers lightly over them and
pushed Heather to the bathroom. "And shampoo. No chlorine smell or you
don't leave the apartment for your little evening of sin."
"Got it. Correction. Going to get it!" They both giggled and the
door shut and the sound of running water came from under the door as
the tub filled.
While Heather bathed, Traci went to her suitcase and pulled out
the items she had in mind for Heather's evening. Actually, she had
wanted to surprise Heather with them one evening at home, but she
wanted her to have them now.
At long last, the bathroom door opened and Traci went into the
cloud of steam. Picking up an oversized towel, she began toweling down
the long, wet hair and helping her dry her back.
Hard as it was, she restrained herself from touching Heather in
an overt sexual way, concentrating on her hair until it was just damp.
"OK, let's brush it out and let it dry." Sitting Heather down at the
vanity, she picked up a brush and began to slowly work it through the
tangles and finally, the hair was free and beginning to dry. As it
drying, she gently brushed it over and over and the perm began to coil
the lustrous dark strands into a mass of flowing hair spilling over
her other hand and arm as she guided the brush under the hair over and
over to make sure it was all dry. Satisfied, she lay the brush down
and Heather opened her eyes and turned and pulled Traci to her,
beginning to unbutton Traci's slacks.
"Hey. Wrong lover tonight!"
"You know what that does to me. I have to have you."
"Absolutely not. You are not going to this woman smelling like my
pussy. Hands off!" And she smacked Heather's still working hands away
gently.
"You're being mean."
"Maybe. But Inga's not going to know what hit her tonight, if I
know my Heather."
"Yes. I'm very horny. VERY horny."
"OK, on your feet. I'm going to dress you now. Over here by the
floor length mirror. OK, now, close your eyes and no peeking until I
tell you. OK?"
"OK. Can't I peek?"
"Close them or you get smacked."
"Oh, I like it rough. Smack me, please smack me!" Even as they
teased each other, her eyes had closed and she stood, hands at her
side, waiting for Traci to begin dressing her.
First Traci took a new pair of burgundy red hip hugger satin
panties from a bag and proceeded to very slowly run them up and down
Heather's freshly shaved, silky smooth legs, from the tops of her
feet, up the calf, the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of the
triangular nest of heavy dark hair between her legs. This was done in
front, the sides, over her ass, and finally up the tender inside of
her thighs. Heather was immediately reacting to Traci's sure touch and
was panting, her knees getting weak as her concentration was
overwhelmed by the sensation on her skin. Finally, the panties were
pressed down into the crack of her tight ass and pulled back and forth
very slowly. Reaching down between Heather's legs from the front,
Traci gripped the edge of the waist band and pulled the panties
through her crotch gently, causing her slit to open and admit the
shiny material, which glided over the now opening lips and clit with a
slight sigh and whisper of the material.
Traci held the panties up to Heather's face and gently traced the
material over Heather's lips and held them under her nose. "Who is
that you remind you of?" Traci whispered in her ear. Heather's voice
was shaky as she focused on an answer.
"My... my pussy... your hands... Oh, god, Traci, don't do this to
me. I'll never get to Inga this way."
"Yes you will. I'll make sure of it. But there's no reason you
can't be really ready for her when you get there." Traci was now
kneeling in front of Heather and signaled her to lift a leg, then the
other, and the panties were pulled slowly up and into position, with
Traci doing a continuous bit of adjusting. Finally, Heather's pussy
was covered in satin, but the now puffy lips were very visible. Traci
cupped her hand and slid it between Heather's thighs and held her
solely by the cunt, not moving her hand. Heather moaned and her fists
clenched, the long nails biting into the skin.
Traci finally, after a full minute of this, released her and
reached into the bag for the next item. A new pair of nylons, very
shear, were removed from their wrapper. She guided Heather to the
sofa, eyes still closed and had her sit. Picking up one foot, she
rolled a stocking up and eased Heather's pointed toe in the foot and
then rolled the stocking up her calf, stopping the smooth it out from
the ankle up to remove wrinkles, the fabric gripping Heather's skin in
a tight vice that was sensuous. Traci's hands rolled the stocking up
to just below her pussy and smoothed it several times. She was careful
to approach the now satin covered triangle, but stopped short just
below it.
The other leg received the same treatment and she lingered over
the smoothing, using every opportunity to stroke Heather's legs and
inner thighs. She watched the visible signs of Heather's soaring
arousal in her face and chest, her nipples were tight and erect, so
erotic in their unusual length, spikes standing in the cool air of the
room, inviting a hot mouth. "Stand."
She helped Heather stand and then took a satin and shear lace
teddy from the bag, the same burgundy as the panties, and guided her
to step into it, one leg at a time. It slid up the nylon encased legs
with a wisp of satin on nylon and then Traci pulled it up until it was
above her hips. Working quickly, she guided it up and placed the shelf
bra portion just under Heather's full mounds, providing a display of
wanton flesh so inviting it took all her will power not to lean down
and suck the turgid nipple into her mouth as she always did in their
love making. She smoothed the waist again and then pulled the crotch
strap down, front and rear and snapped it closed, and gently lowered
it onto Heather's fully swollen labia, careful to not let it hurt her
in her aroused condition. The pressure on Heather's clit and pussy
made her gasp and want to touch herself badly, but she again just
clenched her fists and kept her eyes closed. It was so exciting to be
dressed this way by such knowing and expert hands. She badly wanted to
look and see what the outfit looked like, but she obeyed and kept her
eyes closed.
Next came a matching garter belt atop her hips, and then Traci
spent a long time stroking Heather's stomach, butt and legs as she
attached the elastic garter snaps to the stockings. By the time the
last snap was in place, Heather was shaking slightly. Traci led her
over to the full length mirror. "Open." Heather opened her eyes and
was dazzled by the erotic figure she had become, a satin vision of the
female body on display, it's attributes accented in every way by the
cut and silky smooth fabrics, tight here, darting there, holding out
her breasts to be admired and more.
"Gosh. This is hot. Wow. Oh, thank you Traci. I love it. Is there
more?"
"Well, now that I see you in the outfit, I'm not sure I'm going to
let you go to Inga, I'm so hot for you myself! Yes, there's one more
item." She went to her bag and pulled out a cellophane package and
tore it open. From it, she took some sort of piece of jewelry and came
back over to Heather. "Honey, this clips gently on the base of your
nipple. Do you want me to do it or do you want to do it yourself?"
"From my nipple?"
Traci held up the bangle swinging from a short silver chain, a
small C-clip between her fingers. "You do it. Seems you've already got
me ready for it!"
Traci smiled and took the left breast firmly and then ran her
fingers down until she was gripping the nipple between thumb and
finger and pulled the nipple out. In a flash, she slid the clip on the
base of the nipple and lowered the nipple slowly.
"OK, it's on. How does that feel? Too tight?"
"No, it doesn't hurt. I can tell it's there though. It feels...
nice."
"Walk around a bit." She did and the bangle swung to and fro and
occasionally bumped the bottom of her breast just below the nipple. It
felt wonderful as the tugs and tingles arose from her nipple.
"That feels really, really nice."
"You are almost ready, my dear. Now, lets do your hair, makeup,
jewelry, and get you into the blouse and skirt you picked out and send
you on your way. If you stay here much longer, Inga will have to cry
herself to sleep tonight. You'll be mine."
Heather stepped forward and hugged Traci hard, their ample bosoms
flattening against each other. "You are very special. Thank you so
much."
And then they finished the rest, and she stood at the door, erotic
in the extreme, the warm lipstick accenting her full lips, earrings
dangling to accent her long neck, which drew your eyes to the deep
channel of her chest, which was now wrapped in a pale yellow satin
blouse that showed every curve of her chest. Her proud nipples were
hard points against the fabric, shouting out their need to be sucked.
A black pleated skirt that ended just above the knee and black high
heels completed the picture.
Her long dark hair was up in a large pin that implied it would fly
free in all its volume and length if easily released. Now, with her
bag in her hand, her erotic underwear concealed, she was a walking
surprise for Inga when she uncovered it all. She felt like she would
explode from the sexual tension in her body and her skin was like
electric central, with sensory overload approaching from the tight
nylons, garters on her legs, tight strap holding her pussy tightly
closed. The shelf from the teddy pushing her nipples out firmly
against the tight satin of the blouse. Then sensations were in waves.
"See you later."
"You look fantastic. Go knock her socks off. And, babe, don't you
dare miss the airplane tomorrow at 10AM. I'll have you all packed to
go and your bags down at the desk. Now, get going,
I have a movie I want to watch." Traci was trying too hard to be
casual. This sharing was going to be very hard. Very hard. She wanted
to reach out and tell her she couldn't go. But, she stayed back a step
and said nothing, biting her tongue to keep silent. Damn, fantastic
just wasn't good enough to describe the woman in front of her. She
decided ultimately fuckable was the right description.
Heather smiled nervously and slipped out the door. Traci sighed
and reached into her suitcase and picked up some things and laid them
on the bed. Shedding her clothes, she walked into the bathroom and
filled the tub with deep warm water and some bubble bath and oil. Her
erect nipples spoke volumes about how aroused the dressing of Heather
had gotten her. As the top filled, she played in the hair below her
stomach, an area of extreme sensitivity for her.
Then, she turned on the radio softly and lit a candle on the edge
of the tub. Sliding in, she felt the warmth flood through her and she
relaxed physically a bit, but the hard edge of her horniness wasn't
blunted. After a moment of savoring the heat of the tub, her hands
sliding over her stomach, chest and pussy, she reached over and picked
up the enormous dildo Heather had given her so many months ago after
that afternoon in Heather's dorm room, and now the tool disappeared
out of sight under the foam and the water. As the head began to press
into her, she groaned and lifted her feet to each edge of the tub and
relaxed, pressing harder. As the first inches pressed firmly into her,
filling her so full, she thought, "I needed you so much tonight." And
groaned loudly as the urgent pulse of lust seized her and she gave
herself to it completely. Already, her feet had left the side of the
tub and were standing straight up in the air as the tool worked in and
out of her. Her body was rapidly on its way to the first of many, many
orgasms. When the fire came, it took her by storm and for the moment,
Heather and Inga were driven out of her mind, replaced by the fire in
her loins and belly. In her mind, the stars came out.
Heather stood in front of the door to Inga's room. She was ten
minutes late as she knocked softly. In the few moments it took Inga to
answer, Heather realized that she was about to seduce or be seduced by
a woman to whom she had only spoken to for ten minutes. She didn't
know her at all. In spite of this, the sexual need inside her was even
stronger now and she was actually holding her breath when the door
opened and Inga was there. Inga's bright blue eyes locked with hers
immediately and Heather just stood in the door, unable to move, unable
to breathe. Inga had a nervous smile on her face, but her eyes
swallowed Heather whole and Heather knew it somehow didn't matter how
long they had known each other. The chemistry was somehow right. They
WOULD be hot together.
Inga stepped forward a step and in a repeat of the direct physical
approach she had demonstrated in the lobby two days before, her hands
reached up and the long nails trailed along Heather's face, ears, lips
and nose. Heather was breathing in a tight chested pant immediately.
The hands worked down her neck and along the top of her collar
bones, sliding under the satin just so and finding no bra strap, she
worked lower. Heather's eyes closed and she trembled uncontrollably.
The fingers quickly undid the top two buttons on the straining blouse
and then the long rapiers trailed out across the top of her breasts
and maddeningly slowly, worked down the top of the nipples, then
stopped.
One finger traced its way back up to Heather's lips and the nail
slid between them, forcing its way between her teeth, the tip of the
finger demanding entrance, and then the rest of the finger slid in to
be sucked. Heather wanted to suck this finger and her mouth suctioned
and her cheeks hollowed and her tongue was wild with activity.
Finally, she opened her eyes and realized that Inga had hers closed
tightly as well. The finger was slowly withdrawn and Inga opened her
eyes.
"Hello." Inga smiled.
"Hello."
"Please come into the room. We have others watching." Inga
giggled a bit and put her hand to her mouth, embarrassed, her face
flushing bright red.
Heather then realized that two other woman several doors down
were standing watching them, mouths actually hanging open. But their
faces were flushed and when Heather finally turned and spotted them,
they quickly let themselves into their room and the hall was empty.
Once in the room Heather turned and for the first time, both
women actually surveyed the other. And Inga was breathtaking. Just out
of the shower, her hair was piled on top of her head and still wrapped
in a towel. Her very white, almost translucent skin was startling
against the color of a hot pink cropped T-shirt that was failing to
completely cover the bottom of her breasts, their gentle sag rounding
below the fabric. A bare midriff ended in a pair of hot pink satin tap
pants and her long legs emerged from the pants in straight lines down
to pink patent leather four-inch open toe high heels. The sight of
these shoes sent a sudden thrill through Heather and, strangely, she
became as excited as she had ever been before. She was almost dizzy as
her gaze finally came back to meet Inga's.
Now it was Heather's turn to approach Inga. She ran her hands
down her arms, then very slowly back up and down Inga's scantily clad
front, lingering only briefly on her breasts as she traced the woman's
form under the tee. Each curve was perfect, framed by the fabric and
nature's gift to her at birth. As her fingers crossed Inga's stomach,
Inga's eyes fluttered closed and Heather knew she was sensitive there.
Down, down, under the satin of the tap pants, no panties were
encountered. Just at her mons, she traced a circle and moved back up.
Inga's nostrils were flared and her breathing was ragged as the
nipples were again rubbed and pressed, and then Heather reached down
and took Inga's hands into her own.
Eventually, Inga opened her eyes and they kissed, gently, then
more urgently. For a brief moment, their tongues caressed each other
and they pulled back, gasping. Whatever it was between them was very
powerful. Electric sparks were almost visible between their bodies
from the attraction and excitement.
"Heather, we...we must eat first. I have had little to eat all
day and I will faint if I do not have a bite. It is already here."
Inga pleaded with Heather.
Heather wanted her now, but knew it would be better if Inga was
comfortable and had more energy, so they walked hand in hand to the
table and ate a delicious meal, if in near record time. Neither wanted
to wait a moment longer than necessary. They both knew what dessert
would be. They had already tasted it.
"Heather, please, before we begin, you must know," Inga said as
they walked into the bedroom, "Helga and I have been lovers a long
time, and I have never been with another woman before tonight. I do
not want her to know. I tell you this because you must not leave any
marks, marks on me. Please. My skin is very fragile and I bruise
easily. And no scratching."
Heather held up her long nails and waved them in front of Inga's
face. "Then, you must be a good girl and leave me completely exhausted
by morning, else I will have no recourse other than to.." and she held
her fingers over Inga's face and made a mock motion as though
scratching her.
Inga grinned, "That will not be a problem, my delicious Heather.
I may never let you leave."
In a motion, Heather lifted the T-shirt over Inga's head and
began to plant little kisses up and down Inga's neck, finally, leading
down to her breast, sucking in the tender nipple and licking it slowly
against the roof of her mouth. Inga gasped and her fingers worked on
Heather's blouse buttons, finally pulling it free from the skirt and
sliding it down over her shoulders. Heather straightened one arm at a
time and it fell to the floor.
Inga's hot hand closed over one of Heather's now presented
breasts and her nails again stroked it from underneath and then
grabbed the nipple. The large size and fullness of the boob excited
her and her other hand found the left breast and repeated the motions.
Heather felt her chest go tight and the nipples went hard from the
sensations. As always, her pussy was dripping wet in seconds from the
sparks shooting down her belly on the way to her cunt. Inga's nipple
was a hard little marble in her mouth at this point and Heather
changed breasts.
Inga was still trying to remove Heather's skirt and fondle her
breasts at the same time, but finally had to stop and push the skirt
down with both hands and it dropped to Heather's feet, to be kicked
aside.
Pushing Heather backwards onto the bed, Inga stepped out of the
tap pants and climbed on top of Heather, grinding her pussy down
against the satin clad mound beneath her. Heather was moaning and
grabbing Inga's ass in her hands, the bright red nails vividly
contrasting with the white skin, pulling her down harder. She needed
to orgasm so badly, she was lifting Inga right up in the air as she
thrust up, harder and harder.
But the teddy was adding too many layers, so Inga rolled off and
started sucking on Heather's breast and nipple while her fingers round
the snaps between Heather's now well separated thighs and popped them
with a hard yank. Finding the panties beneath, she realized they
wouldn't be able to get them off without removing the garter belt
first, so she just eased them to one side and plunged two fingers into
Heather's waiting hole as far as they would go.
Heather simply exploded into the long anticipated orgasm, a tidal
wave of heat flooded her thighs and belly, spreading up through her
chest and into her brain, and she floated away on the wave of electric
heat. Her skin was on fire and for long moments, she was completely
suspended in time.
Inga's fingers continued to work and Heather began to come down,
only to find that Inga was running a nail up and down her long clit
and she simply exploded again, this time with a wild yell and her
whole body going rigid. Inga held her tight and stroked her face, the
smell of her own pussy flowing into her nostrils as she groaned and
finally opened her eyes.
Looking into the deep blue pools of Inga's eyes, her hands found
her breasts and she took each one in a hand and began to roll the
nipple back and forth. Inga's eyes fluttered and she began to whisper
sweet nothings in Icelandic to Heather. Heather began to kiss and lick
the orbs, and was fascinated to see the intricate latticework of pale
blue veins under the skin of the breasts. The skin, now glistening
with Heather's saliva, seemed almost transparent.
She traced lower with her tongue, and now she entered the zone on
Inga's belly that was so sensitive. Inga moaned very loudly and was
shivering as Heather's tongue went over and over the area just above
her mons. Her pussy was completely dripping now, and Heather moved her
tongue lower and now was wetting the thin white hair guarding the gate
to Inga's womanhood, and finally, she slid her tongue gently inside
her slit, the puffy lips bright red from excitement. As the lips
parted, a wet stream of lubrication flowed out onto her tongue, and
she lapped it up, pushing the lips up and away, taking each one in her
lips and sucking on it gently. And then, she plunged her tongue into
Inga's pussy and Inga gave a wild shriek and began to buck against
Heather's mouth. Heather was now laying between Inga's long legs and
Inga wrapped her legs around Heather's sides, with the tips of the
pink heels now prodding Heather's butt.
The feeling of the shoes on her ass excited her almost to the
point of being dizzy, but she continued to fuck Inga's pussy hard with
her tongue. And Inga began to go stiff under her hands, indicating she
was moving toward her orgasm, so she shifted her tongue to Inga's
clit, and, using the tip only, began to flick the tip across the clit,
very rapidly. Inga, already rigidly gripping the bedding in her fists,
went wild, her arms slamming down on the bed, and her pussy thrusting
and jerking around. Her heels dug cruelly into Heather's ass, but she
felt the pain as stimulation, and the downward thrust drove her own
pussy into the bed.
The feeling of her long clit rubbing against the satin panties as
she thrust against the bed sent her into her to own orgasm, and she
groaned into Inga's pussy, her tongue pressing down very hard on
Inga's clit, which, already inflamed to the point of unbearable
sensitivity from Heather's expert licking, sent a spear of
pain/pleasure straight to her brain and she began to yell out in her
native tongue, shrieking and babbling in a rapid series of yells as a
rippling series of multiple orgasms sent her higher and higher,
finally crashing down on her in one last spasm that shook the bed
violently.
They lay like that for a while, spent and satiated from that
initial need to fuck and be fucked. Heather finally rolled to one side
and Inga started laughing.
"What's the matter?" Heather inquired.
"I never even took the towel off my head!" Inga replied. "Well, I
see I'm half dressed myself. Here let me get out of the rest of this."
"No," Inga interrupted her, "please leave on the garter belt and
stockings. Your legs look beautiful in the slick nylon, and I want to
rub you while I fuck you again. Here, I'll help you." Inga reached
down and unsnapped the belt from the nylons and then she pulled down
Heather's panties, by now darkly stained with her secretions and
Inga's saliva. Then, she carefully reattached the nylons to the
garters and began to trace steady strokes up the back of Heather's
calves and thighs, up, up to her buttocks, running a long fingernail
down her crack and letting it linger for a moment over Heather's
asshole.
Heather jerked a bit as the nail tickled her ass, and Inga
whispered to her, "I want to lick your ass."
Heather responded with a moan, and immediately, Inga was tracing
long lines of saliva up her buttocks, each stroke bringing her closer
to the pink hole, and then, starting in Heather's wet pussy, she
licked steadily up and the tip of her tongue found the pink door and
pressed in on it. Heather gasped and jerked a bit as Inga pressed
harder and the tip of her tongue entered her ass, a hot poker opening
her up.
"Oh, God, Inga. God, that's so good. Hmmmm. Yes. Oh. Yes. Hot.
It's so hot. Hot! God. Deeper. Oh, my god. Fuck me, fuck me please
fuck me hard, now!" Heather's body responded to the probing with an
almost instant rise in her sexual tension across her belly and a
tightness that told her she would come any second. Inga wasted no time
and rolled over on her back and pulled Heather's pussy down onto her
face. Pulling the erect clit into her mouth between her lips, she
sucked once. Twice. Heather's hands came up and cupped her breasts,
holding their delicious weight in her palms as her fingers gripped the
nipples savagely. The electric reaction of her nerves pushed her into
orgasm. And then, another. Unable to catch her breath, Inga continued
to suck her clit very hard and she was just starting to black out as
another orgasm hit her already rigid frame. With a deep groan, she
rolled to one side and collapsed, unconscious.
When she came to, Inga was sitting on the side of the bed and was
rubbing her breasts and nipples, with her other hand in between her
legs and three fingers buried in her pussy, pumping in and out
quickly. She was muttering something, groaning and giving out sighs
and cries at a growing rate. Heather climbed behind her and pushed her
breasts against Inga's back, their firm form flattening against Inga,
their heat almost searing to Inga in her need, and she orgasmed at
that moment, with a shudder and groan, then she slowly rolled on her
side, still shaking.
They lay like that for a long time. Incredibly, Heather realized
that she still wanted Inga. They were both covered in sweat, and
should have been exhausted, but the activities to date only seemed to
add fuel to her sexual need, not dampen it. They rolled and faced each
other. Heather guided Inga's hand to her breast and Inga's eyes
widened.
"You are already hot?"
"Yes, yes. Inga, this is incredible! I'm so hot for you again I
can't stand it. Please, fuck me. Take me any way you want. Just do me
until I can't do it any more."
"I think we need to try something special, OK?"
"What?"
"Just do as I do. Fill your mouth with spit, and get my pussy
very, very wet. I will do the same with you."
In moments, they were at each other's already very wet holes and
adding a mouthful of saliva to the existing fluids. Then, Inga turned
ninety degrees to Heather's body and scissored her legs together with
Heather's, bringing their pussies together in a wet slurping sound.
"Now, we must push together very hard until it happens."
"What, what will happen?"
"You will see, just hump me."
And they humped and pushed and pushed. The humping drove Heather
almost to orgasm, hanging by a thread from going over the edge. And
then, it did happen. The fluids allowed the puffy tissues of their
pussies to form a seal and when they pulled slightly apart, the
suction deep in their vaginas sent wild signals to their brains of a
kind Heather had never experienced before. And she experienced a
steady series of orgasms she thought would go on forever. And, in the
end, in a sense, they did, as both Heather and Inga ceased to push
almost at the same time, completely and utterly exhausted from the
sensual and physical overloads on their bodies.
After a bit, smiling slightly at each other, they crawled
together and slept. Just before dawn, Inga awoke and went to the
bathroom, then returned and began to stroke Heather's legs, stomach
and pussy. But Heather, moaning slightly, did not awake, and
eventually, Inga stopped, disappointed. She crawled up behind Heather
and reached around and took Heather's left breast in her hand and felt
the heat and weight of it. With the long nipple sticking out between
two fingers, she too went to sleep.
It was almost ten when they stretched and awoke. Heather glanced
at the clock and let out a yell.
"Hell, I'll never make the plane! Where're my clothes? She
slipped on the skirt and blouse, not bothering to snap the teddy or
her panties, and found her shoes. Inga pulled on a robe and handed her
a brush to fix her hair. Heather ignored the brush and just twisted
the hair up on top of her head and pinned it there. As they rushed to
the door, Inga said, "Wait!"
She raced back to the bedroom and came back and handed Heather
the pink satin heels. Heather felt that same dizzy feeling again in
her gut, a giddiness, an excitement.
"You like shoes, correct?"
"I, they're very nice, but..."
"No, I mean you have a, a thing for feet in shoes? Sexy for you,
no?"
"I... I don't know. I mean not until last night..."
"I saw your eyes when you looked at my feet. Take these and
enjoy. To remember me. And our night together."
Heather took the shoes in a shaking hand and give Inga a hard
kiss goodbye. Inga handed her a business card. "If you want to talk.
Maybe, some day..."
"Maybe. Who knows. It's a small world!"
They both grinned at each other, then kissed again more casually,
and even as they finally parted, Heather wanted to tear the robe off
her and take her again, right in the doorway if necessary. But she
didn't and ran down the hall for the elevator.
At the airport, she was the last one onto the plane. Sliding into
the seat next to Traci, who's worried look disappeared the second she
saw Heather's glowing face coming down the isle, still a bit flushed
from the night's activities.
"OK, that was close. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"No. Sorry. We overslept."
"I wonder why."
"Be quiet, you!", Heather gave her a shove on the shoulder.
The plane taxied out and took off. After breakfast was served,
Traci said. "OK, spill the beans. What happened? Did you enjoy
yourself, like I have to ask?"
"Well, you had me so sexed up by the time I got to her door, I
thought I'd just jump her when the door opened, but then, she did
and..."
And she told Traci everything. Even her unexpected reaction to
the shoes. Even as she went over her reaction, she reached into her
oversized bag and pulled them out. Her hand was trembling as Traci
took them from her. She looked into Heather's eyes and saw that
familiar look she got when she was really turned on.
"Well, let's see if they fit me. I'll be damned, a bit tight, but
not too bad. Think you have a thing for shoes, my darling?" Traci
asked.
"I must have. God, I'm all turned on again, just looking at
them."
"Perfect, because, we are about to join the Mile High Club. Let's
go."
And Heather eased out of her seat they headed toward the back of
the plane. Heather went into the small bathroom first and stood for a
minute figuring out how they hell the were going to do this, the door
shutting behind her, but not locking it. Traci looked around nervously
in the isle, awaiting a moment to also slip inside the compartment.
Suddenly, a voice said in her ear, "Go ahead. I'll knock four times
when it's clear to come out. Don't be too noisy in there."
She turned her head and the smiling face of one of the
stewardesses greeted her. "Go ahead. You're not the first to want to
do it."
"Thanks. We won't be too long."
"If I had that other young woman in there, I'd be in there a long
time, I think," the stew said, a bit wistfully.
"You may be right about that. She affects me the same way. OK,
here we go."
And she opened the door and wedged herself inside and locked the
door.
Heather was ready. God was she ready.
And so was Traci. And the Mile High Club received its new members
only a minute later with a bang and a thump on the wall and door that
alarmed a passenger standing in the isle.
The stew just said, "Oh, sometimes they all make a bit of noise
the first time. I wouldn't be surprised if it makes a bit of noise a
few more times before it settles down and gets it out of its system.
Why don't you use the other unit?" Smiling, she went about her duties.
I wonder who the younger one was? Maybe I can get her name before
they get off. And then she laughed, realizing she was already way too
late!
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