hi all

[SarahGirl]

As her excitement intensifies, so does the aroma, becoming so enticing that I know I just have to go one stage further, I reach under her, persuade her to life slighly and draw her Thong down round her ankles, then lifting each foot in turn remove it, lift it to my face and inhale deeply, staring directly into her eyes, making her blush. I move my attention back to her thighs, running ,y hands up over her stockings again, getting the thrill of the transition from stockings to lace to warm, soft, female flesh, my hands stop at the very highest point of her thighs, fingers almost touching her lips, and I spread her wider, as wide as she can go comfortably and then just a little more, then plunge my face between her legs, licking first along the lips, pushing my tongue deep into her, glorying in the deep musky taste of woman, the slight tang of soap (she washed very recently?) and just a little salt-sweat seasoning, then my tongue exits this delightful tunnel to seek her place of pleasure, flicks across her clit, making her stiffen and moan out loud. A second flick produces alouder moan, this won’t do. I look at her Thong, but instead, naughtily I choose to use my own knickers, sliding them off, still hot and very pungent, balling them up and stuffing them into her mouth. I return to my occupation, tongue dancing on its bud like target, while my hands explore upwards, stroking her, feeling the bone beneath her mound, the muscled softness of her belly, the ribs above, flexible and mounted on her rib cage,m those wonderful soft, resiliant breats, with their little peaks of pleasure. I tweak these, mound the breasts in time to my more vigorous swirls and flickls at her clit.

She is leaking excitement at an alarming rate, getting more and more tense, so I move my attention back to exploring her lips and their inner sanctum, to prolong the pleasure. For the first time since I started to explore between her legs she becomes active, gabbing my head, dragging it back up by my hair, physically demanding that I make her cum, once I return to my swirls and licks, she clamps my head between her thighs and collapses back, allowing me to concentrate. Not much longer to go now, I think, as she tenses right up, lifts her bottom right out of the seat, taking my head with it and then she is screaming inside the knickers-gag, shaking and trembling and pouring juices. I move my hands down, slip one into her and finger her gently, all the time giving her gentle swirls on her clit to prolong the pleasure, then to let her down gently. Lost in the aroma’s, the tastes, the sensations, I vaguely the noise of a distant door closing, reminding me that we are not toally alone in the building. I look at my watch, and hour and a half have gone since we entered the staff-room. ‘Ms Grey’, I whisper, ‘I think we out to get ourselves together and leave’. She blinks confusedly, looks up, notices the clock and then hurredly starts to pull her blouse back into place to fasten buttons. I remove my knickers from her mouth, put them back on, now soaking with her saliva as well as my own juices, and smooth my skirt down, I put my bra and her Thong in my bag. I get out my comb, stand behind her and comb out her hair, trying to bring some semblance of order to the tangles I have made. After the first four of five strokes, she relaxes, leans back against me, gives herself to the rhythm of my combing as readily as she gave herself to my fingers and tongue, in its way this is as intimate an act as the earlier one, softer, gentler but a total giving and receiving in one movement. I use wet wipes to clean her face, finally we are ready. Just as we are leaving she speaks for the first time since she laid back in the chair, ‘You know where the back lane meets the main road? I will meet you there in ten minutes, OK’. ‘Meet me?’ ‘Yes, you can’t go home like that, Nicky, at least you need a shower, we can go to my place’. The thought of a shower at ms Grey’s sends all sorts of prospects tumbling though my mind, I had imagined this was a single moment of madness, one she might wake up and regret any moment, if she was going to take me to her home ..........

The story could end here, with the rest as a dangler for your imagination, if people want some new theme, otherwise Nicnac is going to learn something about the pleasures that can be found in a two woman shower session!

[Janice2]

Dear Sarah,
That was a wonderful story.
Do you have anything more like it?
Hugs
Janice

[SarahGirl]

Dear Sarah,
That was a wonderful story.
Do you have anything more like it?
Hugs
Janice

Have them - well a few I have written for other people before but I would prefer to write from fresh (my private stories can get uber naughty - probably too naughty for herey!) -and as I say this story isn't necessarily done yet!

Is there some theme, idea, concept, person you want to have a story about, with, whatever?

[*w-e-t*]

MORE!!!! Urgh, what's taking you so long?!?
And personally, I've always had a fantasy of getting off of work, pretty normal day, I dunno, kinda tired, want to go home, take a nap. And when I get home, I open the door, and then someone (usually Jenn ) just jumping on me, arms around my neck, legs around my waist, and kissing the hell out of me, then she whispers in my ear "I need o get f***ed, NOW." And I just kinda blush and try to et my hair to fall in front of my face to hide it, because this REALLY turns me on, so I hold her up by her butt and carry her to the bed, where she takes full control by pushing me flat on my back and stripping me and f***ing the hell out of me. No "slave" things involved, besides the occasional fluffly handcuffs to the bedposts.
Oh. Was that question directed at anyone, or...?

[jemma29]

Sarah, your stories are amazing, extremely enticing, they really turn me on and make me wet.

I also had a drama teacher I used to fantasize about, but never attempted to make anything happen.
xxx

[lucy lu]

The story could end here, with the rest as a dangler for your imagination, if people want some new theme, otherwise Nicnac is going to learn something about the pleasures that can be found in a two woman shower session!

Please go on this is awesome

[SarahGirl]

I have a request for a new story, still hoping for some more details from the sponser on that one - a long slow romantic story - not sure I can pull that off but I really want to try it

I get the imoression there are one or two of you would like this story continued as well, so I will try, may take a day or so, before the next section.

[Justagirl24]

I have a request for a new story, still hoping for some more details from the sponser on that one - a long slow romantic story - not sure I can pull that off but I really want to try it

I get the imoression there are one or two of you would like this story continued as well, so I will try, may take a day or so, before the next section.

I am sure you can pull of a long slow romantic one. That sounds better to me, in a way..anyway.

[SarahGirl]

I have a request for a new story, still hoping for some more details from the sponser on that one - a long slow romantic story - not sure I can pull that off but I really want to try it

I get the imoression there are one or two of you would like this story continued as well, so I will try, may take a day or so, before the next section.

I am sure you can pull of a long slow romantic one. That sounds better to me, in a way..anyway.

Well I will try both - continue this one in this thread and the romantic one in another one. We shall see. Anything new from you manda?

[Justagirl24]

I have a request for a new story, still hoping for some more details from the sponser on that one - a long slow romantic story - not sure I can pull that off but I really want to try it

I get the imoression there are one or two of you would like this story continued as well, so I will try, may take a day or so, before the next section.

I am sure you can pull of a long slow romantic one. That sounds better to me, in a way..anyway.

Well I will try both - continue this one in this thread and the romantic one in another one. We shall see. Anything new from you manda?

hmm, meaning on my site? Because if so, I just put up the first part of a sequal. If you meant anything out than that.. then no. Lol.

[SarahGirl]

I have a request for a new story, still hoping for some more details from the sponser on that one - a long slow romantic story - not sure I can pull that off but I really want to try it

I get the imoression there are one or two of you would like this story continued as well, so I will try, may take a day or so, before the next section.

I am sure you can pull of a long slow romantic one. That sounds better to me, in a way..anyway.

Well I will try both - continue this one in this thread and the romantic one in another one. We shall see. Anything new from you manda?

hmm, meaning on my site? Because if so, I just put up the first part of a sequal. If you meant anything out than that.. then no. Lol.

Ok just going to go to your site - that's what I meant - hey you are the proper writer here, for sure!

[littlekitty]

anyone good at writing BDSM stories? :3

hehehe

[Justagirl24]

Ok just going to go to your site - that's what I meant - hey you are the proper writer here, for sure!

Huh? Lol. I am having an off day.

[SarahGirl]

I am rather scared walking down the poorly lit back lane, until I reach the main road, very releived when I reach the main road, until I realise I don’t know what Ms Grey’s car looks like. I am starting about haphazardly, wondering what to do, when a little red beetle drives by and toots. She pulls round the corner of a minor road and is out of the car, moving things from the front to the back, when I round the corner. ‘In you get’, she says, so I slip into the front passenger seat. The car is warm, comfortable and soon full of the odour of women’s sex. As I sit, watching Ms Grey, controlling the car so confidently, my nostrils assaulted by her most intimate smell, my memories of the previous hour (was it only an hour?) come rushing back and I feel myself getting excited again. Soon it is not just Mrs Grey’s aroma filling the car. At a set of traffic lights, she looks across at me, squirming in my seat, giggles and says, ‘Just another ten minutes, then we can get you clean and comfortable’. The way she says this makes ‘clean and comfortable’ dirty words, making me squirm even more.

The house is a little terrace, ‘All my own’, she says proudly. Plain to look at outside, but the inside is so warm and friendly. The front door opens directly into a front room, with a deep green carpet, pale green walls, with three neat water colours, one wall covered in shelves and cupboards, two large armchairs and a low table, there is a door labelled stairs and another leading to the back of the house. It is approaching dark, already, so Ms Grey turns the light on and draws thick velvet curtains. I follow her into a small modern kitchen, with two rooms off it, where she puts a kettle on, then opens one of the cupboards and takes out two large, fluffy towels. ‘The shower is in there’, she says pointing to the left hand door, the other is a loo. With that she pops out of the room.

I use the loo, soft green loo roll, then go into the shower room, tiny but incredibly neat. There are some shelves, one clear, a couple of square feet of floor, but most of the area is taken up by a sensibly sized shower cubicle, slosed off by sliding doors. I strip off my dirty clothes, put them on the shelf, then look at myself in the full length mirror. Not too bad, I think, boobs a bit small, bum a bit big, although I like its shapeliness, flat tummy, nothing too bad really. I pop into the shower cubicle, turn the shower on hard and hot and let the water run over me.

I jump, as the shower cubicle doors open, then smile seeing Ms Grey, a mug of coffee in one hand, clean knic kers in the other. She is wearing a loose lounging robe. ‘I thought you might like a drink and some clean knicks – I don’t think my bras would fit’, she giggles. ‘No soap, or were you waiting for help?’ Saying this, she puts the cup and the kni ckers on the shelf, drops the robe and steps, stark naked, into the shower, brandishing soap in one hand and shampoo in the other. ‘Hot’, she says, ‘ but I should have expected you to like things like that! Turn round’. I turn my back to her and I hear her open the shampoo bottle. She really is going to wash me.

[SarahGirl]

When she begins to rub shampoo into my head, I think this is not quite what I was expecting, when Ms Grey stepped into the shower. ‘Eyes closed’, she says, then begins a firm head massage, her body pressed in close behing me, so that I feel her breasts, squashed up against my back and her pubic hair rubs on my bottom. Then she I feel soapy hands on my shoulders, first washing me, then massaging there. She steps away for a moment, then says ‘turn, I turn to face her, surprised to see she is squatting down. ‘Foot up’ she says and I put a foot into her lap. She begins to wash it, first the top, which isn’t too bad, then between the toes, which sets me off giggling, finally she lifts the foot, and washes underneath it, tickling with her fingers as she goes, I am helpless with giggles now, bottom resting on the wall, my chest shaking only millimetres from her eyes, eyes that are shining with amusement. ‘What’, she says, ‘Is my little girl ticklish. I’m afraid you might find this a bit of an ordeal’. Saying this, she puts that foot down and lifts the other. I know what is going to happen now, and I am helpless as soon as she touches it. Having my ankles and calves washed is not so bad, then she touches behind my knees and my bum ends on the shower floor. ‘Are you more comfortable down there?’, she asks with an assumed tone of concern, as she slides between my legs and moves her tickles upwards, making my thighs quiver violently. I am lying there, legs apart, everything exposed, shaking with helpless laughter, her face not twelve inches from my exposed underparts and I think she is going to do it, she is going to touch me now.

But she doesn’t. Instead, she stands and says ‘Up, up, turn’ and begins to wash the backs of my thighs, then my bottoms. Her hands first wash, then start to knead my bottoms, this feels good. Just as I am beginning to relax and enjoy her attention, she softens her touch to a tickle, in seconds I am helpless, collapsed into her, as she tickles bottoms, spine and back. She spins me round, then, washing my belly without any overt tickling, knowing I am so sensitive now, than any soft tocuh will be too much. She seems to enjoy the curve of my belly, running her fingers over it repeatedly, sliding them down, down to just above my pubic area, never quite touching the most sensitive place. My breasts are even more ticklish than my tummy, she discovers! But tickling my boobs, while it renders me totally helpless, renders me totally horny as well. I find myself squealing, shaking and trying to press myself backwards into Ms Grey, wanting more from her, ‘Stop, oh stop’, I hear myself crying, so she does, she stops completely. ‘Do you really want me to stop?’, she asks, in a low and sultry voice. ‘Please don’t tickle me any more’, I ask in a small voice. ‘What should I do to you, then?’, she asks. ‘Finger me’, I whisper, ‘What?’, she asks, pretending not to hear. ‘Finger me, F*** me’, I say, in only a slightly stronger voice.

‘What a naughty girl’, she says, in a scolding teacher voice, ‘using four letter words, I should spank you for that’. ‘F****** spank me then’, I say, playing the naughty girl for her, if that is what she wants, ‘but F*** me properly afterwards’.

One second later, she has a plastic stool in the shower, and water still running over us, she has me over her knee and starts to spank, bringing her hand down hard, first on my left and then on my right bottom. I hear the splat each time her hand strikes my wet flesh, feel the shock and pain, at the point of contact, feel my bottom bounce in resonse and my stomach and groin pressinto her lap. Most of all, I feel the heat growing between my legs. Ten swats, each counted out loud, ‘One, two, three ......’, with a gap between each, for me to anticipate the next, then she turns me over, seats me facing her, legs spread over hers, spreads her own legs, so I am completely exposed to her and then slides her right hand under me. She looks deeply into my eyes, as her fingers penetrate me, two then three, moving deeper and deeper into me, until I gasp, then begin a gentle rhythmic movement in and out. Her htumb rests on my most senitive bit, applying gently pressure. Her other hand slides down my back, into the crack of my bottom but before it can complete its journey, I begin to shake. I feel as though I am on fire, as she fingers me to this first climax, strokes me on and on, keeping the moment going as long as my body can maintain it. All the while, she stares, silent, solomn, consideringly into my eyes. At the end, I collapse forward onto her breast but she draws me back, looks directly into my eyes and says, ‘One!’.