From tuegate.tue.nl!news.nic.surfnet.nl!sun4nl!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Sun Nov 27 16:01:19 1994 Message-ID: <221304Z22111994@anon.penet.fi> Path: tuegate.tue.nl!news.nic.surfnet.nl!sun4nl!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an352@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an352@anon.penet.fi Date: Tue, 22 Nov 1994 22:04:40 UTC Subject: Julie's Fantasy 1/3 (F/F, bi, cons) Lines: 293 This is my first attempt at posting a story, so i hope you find more than an empty screen inside. I've seen many requests for F/F bisexual stories. Since I took a challenge from a friend to try to write from a woman's perspective, I decided I'd share the results with the world. The result is "Julie's Fantasy" in which Julie, a young coed, travels to meet her teacher/mistress Gina (my alterego). WARNING: This story contains graphic lierary depictions of sexual acts. TURN BACK NOW if sex offends you. Hit "n" NOW if sex between two women offends you. You have been duly warned. Continuing now provides no recourse for flaming me. Save it... I'll only dlete it as if it never happened. ******************************************************************************** Julie's Fantasy (c. N. Rample Feb '94) ******************************************************************************** The cab jolted to a stop at the entrance to the Palmer House, one of Chicago's premiere suite hotels. Julie wasn't used to all this attention. First the cabbie jumped out to open her door, his dark exotic eyes roved over her lithe body as they had been in the mirror all during the drive here from O'Hare. The wind howled sending dust and paper debris whistling round and round then out into the street with a woosh. Such a decadant city, she thought. Here in the center of one of America's wealthiest cities the downtrodden hunched and beleaguered, clung to a precarious existence, while high above in the financial enclaves the powerbrokers traded such massive amounts of capital. Surely all of these poor could live with a little more dignity if just a fraction ever did trickle down to them. Now, the opulence of this establishment shone forth as the doorman, whitegloved, parted the door for her. His red velvet long coat fringed with gold amulet and shoulderboards contrasted sharply with the dingy, threadbare overcoats the city's poor huddled close about them. He was an older gentleman of about 50 years and even his eyes admired her grace as she thanked him and strode past, chin high, heels clicking on the shining marble. The cabbie accepted her tip and passed her garment bag off to the bellhop. Again, an eager male face met hers, full of desire and hope. If only they knew who it was she was meeting here! The thought of Gina somewhere upstairs, waiting for her arrival suddenly brought an anxious rush of heat into her face. Flushed and excited she announced "I already have a room, ummm, 1426." "Yes ma'am, right this way to the elevators then" came the reply. She followed the bellboy and chuckled quietly when she thought how much he reminded her of those silly flying monkeys in the service of the wicked old witch of the west from the "Wizard Of Oz". Why do they make these fellows dress so oddly?, the wondered. The bell dinged as a car door opened and now, juct moments away from meeting her 'mistress', she almost felt panicky! Her face was still flushed and now her heart beat with a wild rythym. She entered the car with the sensation of being without air. Her lovely young breasts heaved beneath the sheerness of her dress, a new item she had picked out special for the occasion. It was all of satin and gathered in darts below her cups. The sleeves were short and puffed at the shoulders, the neckline plunged affording a devastating view of her cleavage. The skirt was a simple pleated style, and the cream color made a very lovely compliment to her red hair and tanned skin. As the car flew up it's shaft she felt a fluttering in her tummy. Reminded of the ferris wheel or maybe one of the more reckless rides at the midway, she realized the excitement was having an overwhelming effect on her composure. Suddenly a warm sensation began to grow between her legs. No longer a casual young woman, she felt a hot flush in her loins and the realization that her sex was moist made her feel very sexy. The car slipped quietly to a halt and the door opened. "This way, ma'am" the bellboy said as he led her down the corridor to the right. So plush the carpet was. The walls were tastefully decorated with what must be original oils. Definitely a classy outfit she concluded and gracefully followed. Her heels were sinking so deeply into the carpet as to make keeping up with this fellow a bit difficult, but she was determined to maintain her grace. Nay, her sensuality. She was stunning and she knew it! Here it is, she thought, gazing at the bold numbers on the door, 1426. A heavy brass knocker was bolted beneath and when she didn't proffer a key, the bellboy quickly understood the situation and rapped the knocker sharply once, then twice and smiled at her as he backed away. She would prefer he get lost now, so she quickly slipped her fingers inside her clutch and handed him the five dollar bill she'd tucked so handy moments before just for this occasion. He accepted it gladly and with a slight nod and withdrew to the elevators. Sure, she thought, he expects I'm meeting a man here. Probably thinks I'm some old fart's mistress. Ha! If they only knew! Her heart pounded dangerously fast as she heard the bolt slide and the doorlatch squeaked open. When the heavy door swung open Julie knew immediately she had not dressed for the occasion. Her eyes befell a slender woman wrapped in a white terrycloth robe. It was tied tightly around the middle and showed her slim waistline. The robe was nearly floorlength, but still allowed a view of Gina's black ribbed stockings that ended in 6 inch stilleto heels. Julie's breath caught in her throat as she began to introduce herself: "Hi... you, ummmmm (ahem) you must be Gina?" "That's me Honey, come in, come in, let's get you inside and more comfortable. I love that dress, you look stunning it it!" Julie picked up her garment bag and slipped in through the doorway as Gina held open the door. Once inside she could feel the atmosphere created within this room. Gina had apparently just finished a bath; the moist air smelled of a light French perfume. An enormous suite it was. From the vestibule opened up a comfortable lounging area with a cream colored leather couch, polished mahogany tables were adorned with cut flowers in fine porcelein vases. Just inside to the left was a walk-in closet and entry to the bath. To the right she could see the bedroom. Inside was a giant four poster bed on a pedestal. There was also a jacuzzi, second bathroom, and a fireplace! "Wow!" was all she could muster at the gorgeous appointments. "I had hoped you'd like it!" Gina said with a smile. "I've always wanted to treat myself to a weekend here, but now it's even better; I have you to share it all with!" "Come, let's get these things sorted out and then I'll ring for some drinks. Do you like sherry? brandy? What poison is your pleasure?" Julie handed off her garment bag and Gina flopped it upon the massive bed. As she bent over it to examine the closure Julie could see the shapely outline of her bottom. Gina was quite alot older than Julie, some 15 years, and she'd wondered how the age difference would play between them. She'd thought of a favorite aunt, but could not bring herself to entertain the thought of sex with her mother's sister even for an instant. Now, she could see that, regardless of age, Gina was in wonderful shape and had a light, young-at-heart attitude. And, those heels! Julie wanted to try them on herself. Well, she thought, there would be plenty of time for that later. Plenty of time to try on all sorts of things. Right now, she felt a little silly dressed for dinner while Gina looked dressed to kill. Wonder what's on under that robe? she thought. "Did you bring a swimsuit?" Gina asked. "Oh yes, my favorite bikini, I hope you like it." Gina stood back for a moment and surveyed her new friend. "Ummmm, mmmm Julie, I do believe I'll like just about anything you put on or take off!" Julie felt herself blushing for the third time already. Well, she thought, I'll have to get over this! "Here, let's get you unpacked, shall we?" said Gina as she began unzipping the bag. "Oh, you do have some lovely things in here!" In a flourish Gina started pulling out lingerie Julie had recently purchased from Victoria's Secret. Lots of lacy panties in rose and peach, underwire bras that accented her ample bosom, and a lovely sheer nightie she just couldn't resist. "Oh! This so pretty! Oh, Julie... will you model this for me?" "Ummmm, you mean right now?" "Oh yes! Sweetheart, I mean to have you for dessert. Then maybe we'll think about eating downstairs. Only to sustain our strength, mind you." Julie's heart fluttered for an instant. Gina's eyes were sparkling as she continued to hold out the skimpy negligee. It was a very light pick chiffon, with the finest lace trimmming and a neckline that plunged all the way to her navel. This laced up with a thin tie. The shoulders were all of lace, and a tiny ruffle along the bottom was all that covered the thin strip that snapped closed at the crotch. Julie had admired her figure at home the day she bought it, and now another woman was about to admire how sensuous she could look too. "See, my Dear One, I'm not dressed for the table yet either" Gina said as she pulled open her robe. Julie was in a mild state of shock as she took in the sight of this. Gina's breasts were spilling over the top of a black bustier with red ribs and lace. A bright red garter belt snapped onto the tops of her black ribbed hose, and now from the pocket of the robe, as it fell to the floor in a heap about her heels, she produced a wicked looking long leather whip. With a practiced flick of her wrist the whip cracked and a pleasant, if somewhat sinister smile spread across Gina's face. "You did say I could do anything with you, didn't you? You did say you'd be my sex slave? Oh Sweet One, I won't hurt you, I simply want to make you mine!" Julie felt new sensations course through her body. Tantalizing fear mixed with lust, greed, desire... her cunt actually convulsed with the need to be touched. Her mouth dropped open and suddenly she became a automaton to be ordered, guided into this new dimension of passion. Her hand reached out for the flimsy garment and Gina cracked the whip once more to underscore her order, "Strip for me, Girl. I want to see your nakedness" Gina commanded. She strode confidently behind Julie then and opened the drapes behind the bed. The view was spectacular! Even from the 14th floor they had a commanding view of the city lights, just now twinkling on. Even the harbor lights shone from between the tall buildings. Anyone peering out their windows from blocks around would be able to see the two women. One standing dressed as a mistress of dread, the other now unzipping the back of her dress. "Ahhhh, that's it my Flower. Show me how much you want to lick my pussy. Show me how wet you are!" Gina went on. Julie's hands trembled with the garment. But, soon it lay on the floor beside Gina's robe and she stood in the warm basking glow of Gina's admiration. "Julie, my jewel... you dazzle me!" *** *** *** continued in part 2/3 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.