Message-ID: <1424eli$9706111510@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: "Paul Christiansen" Subject: REPOST: The Adventures of Heather, Part 22B [A-B] [FF] Warning: The material that follows is adult in nature, containing graphic sex descriptions. If you are not over 18, or if such material is offensive to you, stop here and move on to another story. Post comments to my anon id or to A.S.S.D. Thanks. Thanks to all my readers who contributed ideas for outfits, sexual techniques, and situations. These individuals, of course, remain anonymous. HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 22B BY "RAMAPO" 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 her's 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 her's 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 colour of a hot pink cropped tee 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 patten leather four inch open toed 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 scantly 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 tee 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 beast 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 teddie 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! End Part 22B and Part 22 (To Be Continued....) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /