Jackies New Friend At the Theater

Jackie sat up in bed, sweaty and frustrated, and looked at the clock. It was 1:00 a.m., and she could not get to sleep. She looked over at Josh, snoring peacefully next to her, and had to resist the incredible urge to hit him with a pillow and make him wake up and fuck her. She’d been lying there masturbating for about ten minutes, hoping he’d wake up and get the hint, but either he was pretending to be asleep or he really was completely out. She suspected the former.

Giving up, she got out of bed and walked naked into the bathroom, where she considered taking a cold shower in the hopes it would help her sleep better…or at least not be so damn horny anymore. Her relationship with Josh had been very strained lately, especially since it seemed he’d totally lost interest in her sexually. He’d been spending more and more hours at the office, calling her with lame excuses for why he was working late. Anytime she tried to talk to him about it, he found a way to back out or change the subject. Meanwhile, not only was she becoming certain the relationship was on its last legs; she was horny as hell with no relief in sight.

As she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, she found herself getting more and more angry at Josh. She was a very attractive woman: 25 years old, with a firm body toned from long hours at the gym. Her hazel eyes were clear and bright, and her shoulder length brown hair was streaked with natural highlights from the sun. She put her hands under her small, firm breasts and squeezed them, running her thumbs over her nipples, then shivered as they became erect. She ran her eyes down her body to her nicely trimmed pussy, admiring the perfect triangle between her legs. Her hands traveled lower, and she spread her pussy lips open and slowly slid a finger between them and rubbed her clit lightly. She moaned and arched her back as she rubbed faster, then abruptly made a decision: if Josh wouldn’t help her relieve some of her sexual tension, she was going to find someone who would.

After dressing in a loose cotton skirt and t-shirt, she quietly left the house and got in her car, pausing to see if any lights in the house would turn on. When nothing happened, she started the car and left, heading for a porn theater on the outskirts of town. She could feel herself tensing with excitement and arousal at the possibilities that lay ahead.

When she arrived at the theater, she noticed there were not many cars there. She took a deep breath, then walked to the door and went in.

“Well, hi there,” the clerk said, flashing her a smile. “Can I help you with something tonight?”

She smiled back at him. “I certainly hope so. Got any good movies playing?”

“Oh, sure. Depends on what you’re interested in,” he said with a sly wink.

She laughed and walked closer to him. “I’m interested in getting off, honey. I’m so horny I could fuck a goat right now.”

The clerk laughed. “Well, we don’t have any of THOSE movies playing tonight, but I’m sure you’ll find something you like. Just pay your six dollars and help yourself. We’ve got three theaters to choose from.”
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Strap On For The Ride

Campus was deserted for spring break, most students choosing to go home rather than hang around. That meant a lot of dark windows in the women’s accommodation block, all except for one, where bright lights flashed on and off, followed by the occasional laugh.

Inside three young women, Mel and Jessie both 20, and there cross-hall friend Amy, 19, were all enjoying a quiet night in, watching movies and chatting. It was an interesting mix for anyone on campus who knew the people involved. Certainly many a tongue was left wagging when Mel and Jessie walked by, the most prominent lesbians on campus. They were very forward about their sexuality and left a lasting impression on all their fellow students when they came across the flamboyant duo.

On the other side of the scale was Amy, a reasonably average college girl just trying to get through her degree and land a good job. She fit in with almost every social group on campus and had befriended the two outgoing girls when she first arrived in the accommodation block and was allotted the room across the corridor. Ever since she had been dodging rumors that she was the ‘third’ member of the campus lesbian connection. Something which at first which bothered her, but now was no big deal.

The three girls were part of the handful of students who didn’t go home for break, choosing instead to hang out and generally have a good time. For Amy it was a chance to get away from her overbearing parents. For Mel and Jessie it was business as usual.

Amy was a gorgeous strawberry blonde; she had a young trim figure which got its fair share of notice on a campus dominated by the female population. She played a number of sports and was an avid gym member. She stood about five foot five, with straight shoulder length hair and captivating blue eyes. Her slender lines were accentuated by a casual pair of hipster jeans and a sporty black boob tube which displayed her taught stomach, even tan and navel stud.

Mel also sported a trim frame; she had closely cropped black hair which highlighted her high cheekbones and deep brown eyes. She was a real take charge kind of woman who always said what she thought. She stood about five foot four and wore a low slung pair of hipster shorts with frayed edges, barely covering her underwear and a tight fitting white shirt.

Jessie had a slightly curvier figure, although she was still slender, sporting a larger bust than the other girls, she wore a low cut sleeveless blue shirt and slinky skirt which only covered a quarter of her thighs. Jessie had shoulder length sandy blonde hair which she had tied up in a rough pony tail.

The three girls shared a few smuggled drinks, campus security was non-existent, which led to a few loose tongues when conversation rolled by. The topics were innocent enough, college, lecturers, people they didn’t get along with, people they found hot, the list went on.

Amy enjoyed hanging out with Mel and Jessie, despite their reputation; they were very outgoing and pleasurable to be with. Neither girl cared much for what other people thought or said; in fact they reveled in the notoriety. When they invited Amy over to watch movies and have a couple drinks Amy was a little curious as to what they did in private. She wondered if they were as forward as some people had suggested.

“So Amy, I’m pretty bored with this movie, let’s do something and let Mel finish watching,” said Jessie, breaking the silence. She could tell from Amy’s squirming and impassive reaction to the movie that she hadn’t got into it. Mel however had her head lying in Jessie’s lap and was intently watching on. Mel whispered something to Jessie as she crawled out of the cushy couch and headed to the dimly lit kitchenette. Amy followed close behind.
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Rack Em Up

The bar was smoke filled and crowded for a Tuesday night. I walked up to the bar and ordered my regular, a scotch on the rocks. I winked at the bartender and laid my money down. “Hard day?” she asked. I nodded and sipped my drink. This place was my away, my out. When I was this tense and frustrated, I always stopped by to drown my worries. I quickly drank my scotch and tapped the bar to motion that I was ready for the next one.

The sound of pool clacked in the back room. I swirled around to look and saw that only two tables were being used. Maybe later, after a few more drinks, I’d step up to shoot a game myself. As I turned back to the bar, she caught my attention. She was leaning against the jukebox, pumping quarters in. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back and barely touched the top of her Levi’s. I’d never seen her here before, or maybe I’d just never noticed, I wasn’t sure. Come to my window cranked out of the jukebox as she returned to the back of the bar at a table in the corner.

I continued to watch her as I rolled my scotch around in the glass, enjoying the clinking of the ice cubes. My day had been torture and I vowed to forget all about it tonight with a few drinks and perhaps a game of pool. The bartender noticed that my drink was low and walked over to place another one in front of me. She touched my shoulder lightly and cleared her throat. I turned around and found the drink placed there on the dark mahogany bar. I finished the one I was drinking and grabbed the new one. “Hey babe,” I said to the bartender, “The blonde, in the back….she new here?”

“Oh, she’s been here a few times, but isn’t very regular.” she answered. I spun around again to find the blonde. She was still sitting in the corner, singing with the jukebox, slightly swaying with the rhythm. I noticed that she was drinking whisky and was soon to be finished. What the hell, I thought to myself. You’ve had a bad day, maybe she has, too. I ordered two drinks….a scotch and a whisky before I hopped down from my stool to venture into the back of the bar. I sauntered over to her table, when she looked up at me with the most gorgeous blue eyes.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I saw that you needed another drink.” I said softly as I extended it towards her. She just smiled brightly at me and shoved the empty chair towards me with her foot. I sat down and offered my glass to toast her. Our glasses clinked and we each took a sip before she spoke. “I was hoping you’d come over…..I’d love to shoot a game of pool and had nobody to play with.” I smiled, finished my drink, and stood up. “Well honey, I’m here now, let’s play!” She blushed and stood, too.

I felt a surge of joy shoot through me and welcomed it after the day I’d had. I grabbed our sticks and she deposited the coins that released the balls. We both looked at each other as neither one of us knew who was going to rack. I opened my mouth as she grinned at me with that sexy mouth and told me, “rack ’em up, baby!” I did as I was instructed and felt a warmth take over my body. Not sure if it was the many scotches or her, I decided to just go with it and play along.

Crack! The balls went everywhere, sending them in every direction. A solid dropped into the side pocket and the game was on. I walked to her side where she stood holding her stick tightly while rubbing the blue chalk over the tip. I eyed the table, decided on my shot and bent to take it. My stick slowly slid back and forth between my thumb and finger. I licked my bottom lip as this made me think of playing with her nipples the way I played with the stick. I took my shot and missed.

She giggled and walked to the corner at the other end of the table. She bent over the table, taking a shot that seemed impossible to make. She stretched over the corner, her breasts almost touching the felt. I lost myself in her….looking down her open top at her creamy breasts. Her white bra barely containing them, they seemed to spill out. I imagined touching them, kissing them, sucking her soft pink nipples until they hardened in my mouth. I bit my lip and gasped at the thought. She made her shot and moved to my side of the table. As she passed me, between the table and myself, I caught her scent. She smelled like night blooming jasmine. She was intoxicating.
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Office Taboo

Only one office had lights still on at this hour. The rest of the company had long since gone home on a Friday, but for the young employee the hours drove by with agonizing frustration. Alexa at the age of 18, just graduated from high school and found her first job. She had only been with the company for three months over the summer and would soon start night school to begin her college education along with a full time job. She desperately strives to impress her new boss, Sylvia, but tonight she was struggling with several cost formulas on the computer. It was quarter-end and the deadline to complete the department’s final numbers was tonight.

Alexa had not only been finding herself with a new career but had also been fantasizing with bisexuality. She dated several guys in high school and even engaged in sex, although through her experience, she concluded guys her age were quick, rough, and apathetic towards her sexual needs. She often fantasized how the soft touch of another woman could fulfill her sexual desires. And lately she thought of her new boss, Sylvia.

The executive at 33 years of age was young by company standards. Sylvia was a determined woman, often working long hours and was dedicated to a healthy lifestyle through exercise. With constant exercise Sylvia toned her slender athletic body, fighting family genetics all the way. Strong work ethics and a drive for a healthy body, Sylvia had little time to devote to outside relationships. Office rumors flew that she was a lesbian. However, it could be argued that a lesbian relationship takes more work than a straight relationship; Sylvia acted oblivious of the hearsay and continued her dedicated routine.

It was also the rumors that initially sparked Alexa’s curiosity towards another woman. Alexa naturally was drawn to her boss’s sincere willingness to mentor her and she looked up to her boss’s career success. Alexa’s mind often roamed to Sylvia’s slender body, petite breasts and warm smile and pictured their first lesbian experience at the office. She imagined both of them working late at night and suddenly embracing into a passionate kiss and then being seduced by the older woman. Tonight would have been perfect, except that Alexa didn’t really know if her boss was a lesbian and the fact that a deadline loomed and the stress to complete the spreadsheets stifled her fantasy. “Ugh,” she cried.

“What’s the matter, dear?” Sylvia asked.

“These formulas just aren’t coming out right.”

The two were alone in Sylvia’s office. Alexa was busy working on the computer and Sylvia poured over numbers from piles of paper. Sylvia looked up at Alexa sitting in front of her behind the desk. Her eyes were glued to the monitor and the opportunity presented itself to scan the body of the young graduate. Alexa only 18 years of age showed the fine qualities of youth. Her body was well tanned, her skin was firm and soft, and her long dark hair flowed over her shoulders. Sylvia stared at her breasts which were slightly larger than her own. Alexa usually wore a push-up bra which only emphasized her shapely breasts. Her young employee was immediately a hit with the guys at the office and she often took note of the whispers, nods and winks from the male clientele as Alexa walked by or out of the room. It was amazing how much guys lusted after her. She also was tantalized by Alexa’s beautiful, curvy body.

Syliva stood up and walked around the desk behind Alexa to take a look at the computer screen. She leaned forward and immediately, a strong passionate desire over came her. She looked down towards Alexa’s cleavage and stared at the soft exposed mounds. The pleasant smell of Alexa’s hair rushed through her body and her body responded in a tingling sensation. Sylvia’s hands began to shake in sexual excitement but she had to contain herself. She placed her hands on Alexa’s shoulders.

Sylvia’s hands shocked Alexa. They were warm and comforting but unexpected and it was Alexa’s turn to feel an unanticipated sensual stimulation. She felt her boss’s hands on her shoulders then felt warm breaths through her hair. She desperately wanted to feel Sylvia’s breath on her neck but dared not move.

“OK, the top numbers seem to be working,” Sylvia pointed out.

“But….,” Alexa tried to interrupt.

“It’s the bottom half the needs some work. You need to try and relax. Take a break and come back to them,” Sylvia instructed.

“OK”

“Close your eyes and relax for a second,” said Sylvia.

Alexa’s body shifted in her chair and Sylvia noticed how much control she seemed to have over her employee. Sylvia again stared down at her employee’s youthful breasts and unconsciously raised her fingers against Alexa’s neck and lightly stroked it with her fingernails, one on each side.

“Relax,” Sylvia whispered.

Alexa felt a flood of emotion and her mind raced with a mixture of thoughts. She was so sexually charged but didn’t know how to react to her boss’s tones. She was confused on how to read Sylvia’s touches. Were they innocent? What was going on? Alexa felt a tingle run from the soft strokes of Sylvia’s fingers from her neck, down her breasts, through her nipples and straight to her pussy. Her lesbian fantasies quickly came to her mind. The fantasies she’s had about her boss as she masturbated alone in her apartment late at night. She tried to relax and fought the temptation to reach under her skirt and touch herself. Alexa concentrated on just relaxing, but the sexual sensations were growing stronger. She wanted to take Sylvia’s hands from her shoulders and place them on her breasts, she wanted to turn around and passionately kiss her boss, she wanted to take off her clothes, she wanted her boss to touch her all over, but instead she tried not to show her heightened sexual state.

Sylvia took a deep breath as she realized her fingers were caressing Alexa’s neck. Syliva knew she had to stop this. She had to keep things professional and besides, Alexa never showed any signs of desiring another woman. It was then that Sylvia noticed Alexa’s nipples harden through her blouse and then her chest began to slowly heave up and down. Sylvia listened as Alexa’s breathing quickened and was noticeably shortened. Her inner self was contemplating what was happening. She wasn’t sure if she was manipulating her young employee.
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Four University Girls

During my second year at university I shared a house with three other girls; Virginia, known by all as Ginny, a slim tall girl, brunette and very outward going; there was Anne, she was the sensible one of the group, very homely, she was quite short but well proportioned and with jet black hair; Lucy was the shy one, but she was the one all the boys fancied, at just under 6 feet tall, with long blonde hair and ample breasts she could easily have been a model; and then there was me of course Jennifer, or Jenny, I have dark hair, I`m fairly slim with 36C breasts. We all got on easily with one another, and it was quite the norm for us to wander around the house semi-naked, we borrowed, when they fitted, each others clothes.

It was a Friday night and we had chosen to have a night in, we got a few bottles of wine, a Chinese takeaway and settled down to watch a film on TV. After the film finished we were all getting quite tipsy. Anne said she was going to bed before she got to drunk, typical Anne. Lucy had another glass of wine before she said she was going to call it a day and she headed slightly unsteadily upstairs to her bedroom.

Ginny and I opened another bottle of wine and tried to find something worth watching on TV. As we flicked through the channels we came across a soft core porn film, we kept it on and ended up giggling at the poor acting. It was pretty tame, no graphic details, just plenty of tits, bottoms, a few pussy`s and even fewer limp cocks.

As we watched, I did find myself becoming slightly aroused, especially when a lesbian scene came on, we had stopped giggling at the film and we both watched intently as two women made love to one another. As they got into a `sixty-nine` I must have let out a slight sigh, Ginny turned to me and asked quite matter of fact if the sight of two women turned me on.

“No.” I told her, lying.

As I spoke to her I noticed that her nipples were hard, quite clear through the material of her T-shirt, she was obviously finding the film quite intriguing as well. We continued watching and as the credits rolled she turned and asked me straight out if I found the film a turn on. I couldn`t lie, she would see right through me, and besides is it wrong to find porn a turn on. I then asked her the same question.

“MMmm just a bit, do you know what turned me on the most though, the lesbian scenes.” She replied.

I agreed commenting that a woman must know how to turn another woman on. I casually glanced over to Ginny, her nipples clearly erect through her T-shirt, and she seemed to be fidgeting slightly. Without any thought, certainly not on my part, we edged together slightly, she looked at me and we slowly brought our lips together, our first kiss was more of a light peck, we stared into each other’s eyes as the kiss became more passionate, my first kiss with another woman. I remember her soft lips, our tongues now exploring each other’s mouths; just thinking about it now makes me shiver with excitement.

As the kiss continued I slowly moved my hands to caress her breasts through her T-shirt, feeling her erect nipples. Ginny, not to be outdone, slid her hands under my T-shirt and gently rubbed my breasts through my bra, and then she lifted my bra over my breasts, giving her unimpeded access to my nipples, her hands started to play with my hard nipples, gently pulling and pinching them. I managed to push my hands up her T-shirt, and played with her breasts through her bra.
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Substitute Seduction

From the moment Gina strutted into the classroom, I knew she would be trouble. I also knew I had to have her.

As it happened, the day I met Gina was my very first day as a substitute teacher. I was to be teaching at St. Vincent’s, which was an all-girls Catholic school. I had been warned that the girls there were famous for being incorrigible teases, who made it their job to create as much sexual tension as possible for any male substitute who was unfortunate enough to be assigned to them. The school had made an effort to correct the situation by hiring only female substitute teachers, but what they didn’t know was that I was bisexual. Not only that, but I have a serious schoolgirl fetish; I love the way they manage to exude such raw sexuality through supposedly demure and proper outfits.

I believe that whoever designed the look of their uniforms was most certainly male. I love the way their crisp, white blouses cling to the curves of their young, perky breasts, and how the bolder temptresses constantly hike up their skirts to reveal more and more of their sexy, smooth legs. And those thigh-highs! I love the contrast between the top of the stocking and the emerging thigh, which provides an enticing clue to what lies just above.

On this particular day, I was dressed in my most “no nonsense” uniform- a perfectly pressed white blouse, black pencil skirt which ended just above my knees, and a pair of low-heeled shoes. My long, wavy brown hair was pulled back into a polished updo, and I wore only the slightest bit of makeup; jet-black eyeliner to make my gray eyes stand out, a touch of blush to give my cheeks slight colour, and pale pink lipstick. I decided against wearing any perfume, and had instead rubbed a feminine rose-scented lotion into my skin after my shower that morning.

As I breezed into the classroom with my black briefcase tucked under my arm, I thought I was ready for anything. I was determined to be entirely professional, as I didn’t want to risk losing my newly-acquired job, especially on my very first day! I knew this would take a great deal of self control, however, because I was assigned to a classroom of girls who were in their last year, i.e. 18 and completely legal. I had to resist temptation.

“Good morning girls, my name is Miss Kay,” I announced, surveying the classroom. I immediately noticed that there was an empty seat. Just as I was about to ask who was missing, an attractive young girl flounced into the room, sat down heavily in her seat, and gave me in haughty look, arms folded across her chest, as if daring me to reprimand her. I rose to the challenge.

“And your name is…?” I asked.

“Gina.”

“Gina, please go to the office and get a late slip.”

“But I’m not late!” she protested, rising from her desk and placing her hands firmly on her hips. There were muffled whispers around the room as the rest of the girls undoubtedly wondered how I was going to handle the unruly student.

“All right then” I countered, “Instead of going to the office and getting a late slip, you can stay for detention with me after school for being late AND giving me attitude.”

The room was silent as the girls eagerly waited for a response. I had put on a fearless face, but I was quaking inside. Not only was this girl unwavering in her effort to challenge my authority, she was absolutely stunning.
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How I Became a Submission Lesbian

My introduction to lesbianism came a few years ago, the summer after my freshman year of college. I am 5’2, 34a, thin, short brown hair and green eyes. My mom’s best friend, Catherine, is very tall, almost 6, long blonde hair she almost always wears up, blue eyes, 36d and a gym hard body.

Catherine is in her early 40s and unmarried. She owns her own real estate company and lives three houses away. I had to go for a job interview for a summer job and had no way to get home. My mom asked Catherine if she’d pick me up from downtown and after the interview, jumped in her car.

Catherine said she wanted to hear about the interview but got a phone call and talked on her cell phone all the way home. She pulled into her driveway and as I headed away, she said “Amy, why don’t you come inside and tell me about how the interview went?”

I followed her inside and she poured us both some wine. Catherine attentively listened and gave me several glasses of wine. Then she said “I’d better stop drinking here or I won’t be able to control myself with you.” What she said hit me like a brick in the gut but I managed to ask “Um, are you gay?” Catherine laughed “Honey, have you EVER seen me with a man? How about you, have you ever been with a woman?”

I told her I’d never even thought about it. She walked right up to me put her hands on both my shoulders and said “Maybe it’s time you did think about it” and leaned forward to kiss me.

It was a wonderful, soft kiss but firm at the same time. I instinctively kissed her back. Soon, she was pushing her tongue into my mouth and both our tongues were dancing. Catherine shocked me though when she reached under my skirt and started reaching under underwear to touch my pussy. The few boys I’d dated were never that bold.

After a minute, she stopped the kiss and pulled back her face from mine and our eyes locked. She kept rubbing up and down my slit and over my clit and I felt powerless to say a word. Catherine finally spoke up. “You’re getting wet. I would like you to come in my bedroom with me”
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My First Massage

I sat in the chair waiting.

My husband had bought me a massage for my birthday, so here I was, but it had been almost half an hour and I was beginning to get irritated. I glanced in the mirror, checking my self out. I had been told the massager here was gorgeous, so I had played up my trim 23yr old body, wearing a fine lace bra and thong pantie set (another birthday present) and had my brown hair done up high. I wore a pair of tight dark grey jeans and a tank top. I may be married but that didn’t mean I couldn’t flirt occasionally

My musing was interrupted by the arrival of my massager. And gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe.. her! A woman, I was surprised. She was beautiful, a fiery red head with the tight blue uniform shirt and skirt. Her breast fairly burst out of her top and her green eyes lingered on me.

“Sorry about the delay uh?” she enquired as she sat down.

“Aurelia, Aurelia Watts” I said, I was unnerved the woman was no older then me, but she had the most penetrating gaze.

“Aurelia,” she said as if tasting every syllable “I am Samantha and we are very sorry and offer a full body massage as compensation. Would that be acceptable?”

I just nodded my head still shaken by her gaze.

“Very well let us begin, if you could please strip off everything except for your panties?” she asked in a completely straight forward tone.

I was a bit surprised by the request, but I began to strip off. But as I removed my top I saw her eyes on me again and immediately felt my nipples harden. I had never really considered another woman before, if anything it had seemed a bit gross but her I was stripping for another woman (If only for a massage and getting turned on). With a sly smile she instructed me lie stomach down on the massage table with my face looking through the small hole in the table.

Not knowing what to expect I almost jumped when she ran her hands over my left foot. With expert skill she began, first with my feet and then slowly moving her hands up my calf muscles. She was indescribable, her hands were like silk, moving and pressing their way up my leg. Her advance did not stop at my knees but carried on up my thighs, inside and out.

I suddenly found my self soaking wet this was unlike anything I had felt before, I was so turned on! I felt a soft hand brush my ass check for an instant. Before she stoped and made her way to my shoulders. I almost shuddered with pleasure as she began to stroke my shoulders. Then she bent down and whispered in my ear.

“You have the most amazing legs darling.” Her voice was deep and husky.

I clenched my teeth trying not to respond. This wasn’t right, I wasn’t a lesbian. Her hand slid down my back making circles before she came to my ass again.

“I’m just going to move this for a sec, okay darl?” she asked as her hands hooked under the lace thong, and began moving it with out waiting for a reply. I gave a kind of non committal grunt as I felt the thong pulled down to just below my ass checks.

I then felt the biggest shock of my life. I felt her run her tongue down my ass crack. This was the final straw; I pulled my self up and turned to face her, only to find her only a few inches from my face.
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Proper Southern Belle

Being a rich Georgian socialite, I didn’t have the need to work like the common people of the world. I found myself spending most of my days attending various events like gallery openings and mid-afternoon tea parties, which made my life extremely dull.

One Saturday afternoon my bore of a husband suggested that I go to one of his new business partner’s house for a tea party so I could become acquainted with his wife.

I drove past the iron gates of her driveway to the beautiful plantation mansion with hundred year old willows that lined both sides of the drive. I thought to myself, ‘Another afternoon sipping tea and eating finger sandwiches.’ I wondered how I was going to fake interest in what this old hag had to say for the next three hours. When the door opened, I was truly surprised what I saw.

Alexis was about 24 years old, 10 years my junior, and was wearing a white linen robe. She had curly blond hair, flawless skin, perky breasts and a very petite body that made me a little envious.

I was no slouch myself. With my constant aerobic, 36C chest and the finest plastic surgeons that money could buy, I still had the body that could turn many young men’s heads. But she was all natural and it made me a little mad.

“Hello, you must be Martha?” Alexis asked.

“Yes my dear, I’m Martha. I seem to be a little over dressed for the occasion. Or am I early?” I asked. I was wearing a floral dress that went past my knees and was quite modest.

“No you are on time and, like, I must have totally spaced out telling Bob to have you bring a swimsuit. But no worries I have one that you can wear,” she replied nonchalantly.

Thinking that a proper southern lady doesn’t wear someone else’s clothes, let alone a swimsuit, I quickly changed the topic. “I can tell from your accent you aren’t from Georgia.”

“No, I’m from Cali but I met Bob when he was there for some conference thingy. I was working there as a waitress and when I touched his hand I just knew that our chi matched … so two weeks later here I am.” Alexis rambled on while we stood in the doorway.

At first I thought to myself that this young lady was a complete space cadet, but the more she talked the more I started to like her. She was wild, fun and totally different than all the boring ladies I had been around before.

“Oh, like wow, where are my manners? Would you like to come in?” she finally asked me.

“That would be lovely,” I replied.

Alexis led me through the house and straight to the backyard, forgoing the normally predictable house tour, and took me to a small table by the pool. Once we got there she untied her robe and let it fall to the ground. She was wearing a very small blue bikini that barely covered her well-toned tanned body.

“Isn’t this totally bitching?” Alexis asked me.
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The Sales Girl

Kathy stood by the front door of Cox Shoe Store waiting for the last few customers of the day leave. It was almost five o’clock and she had a lot to do before Mark picked her up to go to the movies, but as luck would have, at five to five another customer walked through the door. Kathy groaned to herself, “Why me?!?” She looked to see if either of the other salesgirls were free, but no such luck, they were both still showing shoes to the two ladies still seated in the try on chairs.

Kathy moved towards the fiftyish lady who was by now looking at a display of high healed evening shoes and asked, “May I help you ma’am?” “Yes,” she replied, “I’m looking for a pair of black patent leather pumps, something like these, maybe.” The lady was holding a popular black pump with three and one half inch heals. Kathy directed the woman to sit down so she could measure her foot.

Kathy helped the lady slip off her shoe and slid it into the foot measurer. The woman had on a pair of very expensive silk stockings that clung to her perfectly shaped ankle and foot, and while Kathy adjusted the position of her foot, she thought that she heard the lady make a small gasping sound!

Kathy looked up to see if everything was okay, but the woman caught her with a steady gaze, giving her no sign of there being a problem. Kathy made the necessary measurements and announced that she needed to find a 7b in black patent leather pumps.

The lady nodded and Kathy went to the back room to find the pair she needed. When she came back she sat down on the stool in front of the woman and helped her slip it on with a shoe horn, and after working the heal back and forth, the foot finally settled neatly in place. Picking up the other shoe Kathy repeated the process and asked the lady, “How do they feel?”

They feel pretty good, and please call me Carolyn,” answered the older woman. “Well, Carolyn, try walking in them to get a better feel,” said Kathy. Carolyn stood up and walked back and forth on the carpet in front of the chairs and Kathy couldn’t help but notice that for a woman of at least fifty, this woman had a very nice figure. After several moments Carolyn sat back down, but this time her skirt seemed to have slid much farther up her legs giving Kathy a perfect view of the tops of her black stockings!
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