Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Yea!  Come in my pornbox ff romantic
Date: 26 Feb 1996 03:52:48 GMT
Organization: CRC
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   Sorry...  but I kept getting asked so *many* times.

   SNOWBOUND SEDUCTION HEATS UP THE NIGHT WHEN LESBIAN LOVERS COME IN FROM
THE COLD

   Chicago had always been one of my favorite destinations, but on this
particular night I could think of dozens of places I would rather have
been. An ice storm on top of the snow already on the ground had turned
O'Hare International Airport into a zoo.  Airline counters were lined up
fifty-people deep, travelers were sleeping in their chairs and my
connecting flight was listed as canceled.

   Every telephone was in use, so wearily I grabbed my carry-on bag and
rented what was probably the last available car in the city.  "Lady the
gods must be smiling down on you," the clerk said.

   I had reached the last hotel on the strip, wondering just how far I
would have to drive to find a room when a rich voice said, "I don't think
you're going to get a room anywhere tonight."

   I turned.  Standing in front of me was a beautiful woman, tall and
full-breasted, dressed in suit and high heels.  Her thick, dark hair just
brushed her shoulders.  She smiled at me.

   "You're going to have to drive to Detroit to get anything," she said "My
room has two beds; you're welcome to share it with me."

   I had been dreaming of a comfortable bed ever since I left the airport,
but the thought of one beside this gorgeous woman left me breathless,
"Well, if it's not too much trouble," I began.

   "None at all,"she said.  "Come on, lets get you unpacked, you look
exhausted.  Have you had any dinner?" I hadn't.  At the elevator she gave
me the key to the room, then asked if I would meet her in the hotel dining
room.

   It was obvious that she had been in the hotel for a while.  Her clothes,
all of them with expensive labels.  were hanging neatly in the closet, and
her toiletries were arranged on the bathroom counter.  I couldn't help but
take a whiff of the perfume, and my heart began to beat faster.  This woman
was turning me on.

   I quickly unpacked my things and changed into a clean dress that showed
off the tops of my breasts.  I dabbed my own perfume on and replaced my
flat shoes with high heels.

   I also changed my stockings for some Iovely lace-topped ones I had
purchased earlier in the day.  She was waiting in the restaurant sipping
wine.  I ordered a drink and sat back to relax.  She introduced herself as
Rochelle.  This was her second day in Chicago; she was attending a trade
show.

   Throughout dinner we talked about our respective jobs: our interests. 
Like me, Rochelle was single and living alone.  Every now and again she
would look deep into my eyes, then glance down at my breasts.  Perhaps it
was my imagination, but she seemed to linger there longer and longer.

   After cognac and coffee, Rochelle pushed her chair back.  "I've had a
long day," she said.  "l'm going up the room.  Are you coming?

   "Yes," I said, "it's been a long day for me, too." The bill paid, we
walked to the elevator that would take us to our room.

   Once there, I went into the bathroom while Rochelle changed into
nightgown.  When I came out, I had to catch my breath.  She was wearing a
curve-hugging chemise made entirely of lace, cut deep at her breasts and
high at her thighs.  Her lovely dark nipples showed through, as did her
thick bush.  My knees felt weak.  Rocheele saw my admiring glance and
smiled.

   "It is beautiful, isn't it she asked.  "I bought it here yesterday. 
This is the first chance I've had to wear it."

   "It's gorgeous," I said.  Before I could add anything to that, Rochelle
was beside me, running her hand down my cheek.

   "You want this, too, don't you," she asked, and I could only nod.  She
kissed me, tenderly at first, then hungrily.  Her warm tongue strayed into
my mouth.  When her hands touched my breasts, I reached up to hold hers. 
They were firm inside the lace and the nipples were hard.  I slipped down
the top of the gown and broke our kiss to lick her.  I went from one nipple
to the other, sucking each into my mouth.  Rochelle moaned and played with
my hair.

   Finaily she stepped back and I straightened up.  Breathing heavily, she
unbuttoned my dress and pushed it off my shoulders so it dropped to the
floor.  Then she removed my lace bra, slipped off my panties and led me to
the bed where she had me lay down.

   She wouldn't let me touch her, wouldn't let me do anything, but lay
there and enjoy.  We kissed for the longest time, and then her sweet tongue
was on my neck, in my ear, working its way down my body.  She seemed to
spend forever on my breasts.  Whenever I tried to reach for her, she would
gently push my hands away and murmur that I was to wait my turn.

   My pussy was throbbing, and every now and again she would brush her
fingers near my clitoris.  It was driving me wild, I would push my hips
against hers, but then her hand would be gone.

   Rochelle licked my belly and down my thighs, avoiding the hot spot in
between.  I wanted to grab her and push her face against me, but instead I
clenched my hands and moaned, barely able to contain myself.  I could feel
the sweet wetness between my legs and smell the beautifui aroma of hot,
moist female flesh.  When her tongue finally connected to my pussy, it felt
like my skin was on fire.  She alternated between soft strokes and vigorous
ones: first licking me slowly and softly, then flicking at my clit and
sucking it madly.  Just as the familiar heat began to build within me, she
would return to long, gentle caresses that made me go limp and beg for
more.
Finally, Rochelle maneuvered around on the bed and straddled me, her
pussy hovering over my face.  She was so wet, I spent a long time just

lapping up her sweet juices from her thighs and pubic hair.  When I touched
her clitoris with my tongue, she moaned and began working my pussy in a
frenzy.

   I was so involved licking Rochelle's pussy that my orgasm caught me I
surprise.  Hot shivers erupted from my clit and spread throughout me.  I
cried out, my tongue still inside her, and thrust myself hard against her
mouth.  She stayed with me until my body was still, soaked with sweat. 
Then she lightly ran her fingers over my pussy while I resumed eating her
out.

   She came as violently as I had.  I couldn't think of anything sweeter
than this dark-haired beauty grinding into my tongue as hard as she could.
Back and forth her pussy slid over my mouth, while I licked and sucked
rapidly.

   We fell asleep in each other s arms, and when I awoke it was still dark.
At first, I couidn't remember where I was.  I was alone in the bed, and for
a moment I thought it had all been a dream until I heard the shower running
and noticed the crack of light under the bathroom door.  Rochelle was
soaping her gorgeous body when I stepped into the shower.

   Before I could say a word, she had me in her aims kissing me good
morning and running her soap-slippery hands over my ass.  Carefully, so as
not to break our kiss, she turned us around so that the water was pouring
over me.  My tongue explored her mouth.  Her lips were honey-sweet her
hands so knowing as they moved over my back, my breasts and down between my
legs.

   Finally she picked up a bar of fragrant soap and she ran it over me,
against my neck, under each breast, lifting each arm to lather me
completely.

   When she got to my pussy,she rubbed me using the rounded corner of the
bar, it wasn't long before I was moaning and pushing my clit against the
soap.  Were there any tricks this marvelous woman didn't know?

   My own hand strayed to her dark triangle.  We stood tightly together, my
fingers rubbing her citoris, my own clit pulsating under the bar of soap.
Our moans were punctuated with hungry kisses.

   I noticed a washcloth hanging from the shower bar.  I wet it and draped
it over my fingers and resumed rubbing her glorious cunt.  Her groans
became even louder, and she pushed the soap even harder against me.

   With her head thrown back, she invited me to kiss her throat.  Her mouth
hungrily sought mine and our tongues pushed hard against each other. 
Faster and faster we rubbed each others pussy, kissing hard and moaning
into each other's mouth.

   We almost came together, my hand riding her crotch, the soap siding
against my clit.  We grasped each other, crying out, riding the waves of
our pleasure.

   It was daylight when we finally emerged from the bathroom, having used
big fluffy towels to dry each other off.  Rochelle had to dress and pack
quicky to catch her flight.  Our parting kiss was soft and lingering.  And
then she was gone.

   I dressed slowly, it was still a few hours before my plane was scheduled
to depart.  I could barely believe what had happened, and was sad now that
it was over.  But sadness turned to delight when in my pocketbook I found a
sheet of paper outlining the dates Rochelle would again be in Chicago for
overnight stays.  I smiled inwardly as I thought that Chicago had once
again climbed to my list of favorite destinations, thanks to Rochelle and
her promise of things to come.  I can hardly wait.

   Ms L.L.
   Kentucky variations 03-92