Message-ID: <14850eli$9808290116@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: viper_2000@my-dejanews.com Subject: Repost: A Day At The Races (FF) 2/2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6s6o6d$qhd$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> I Didn't Write This, I'm just reposting it... ----------------------------------------------- "A Day at the Races" A soft knock on the door startled her, and she jumped. Her eyes flew open, and she whirled, hoping Julie hadn't walked in on her. To her relief, the door was still closed. Julie. Hmm. She's the one who took my clothes and put...THESE...here. Julie the race car driver. Julie the powderpuff. Julie the woman. Julie who wears real silk. "Yes?", she called quietly. "Are you all right?", Julie asked. Chuckling quietly, Colleen opened the door. Standing before Julie wearing sheer white silk, she looked at her with amusement. "Other than the fact that my clothes seem to be missing, I'm fine." Julie smiled back. "I'm sorry", she said. "But I've found that this helps me to remember what I am sometimes." Again, she raised her arms, the silk robe opening slightly to reveal her bra and panties. Woman, thought Colleen, as she found herself staring at Julie's bra. Feeling Julie's eyes on her, she flushed and looked away. What am I thinking, she wondered. Julie went back into the living room, Colleen following. For a short while, they talked lightly, Colleen gradually losing her slight uneasiness at their attire. Then Julie yawned, and stood. Stretching, her breasts jutting out as her arms reached into the air, she sighed deeply. "Goodnight, Colleen", she whispered. Colleen felt herself flushing as Julie took two steps closer. Colleen's eyes closed and her face flared as she felt Julie's lips gently pressing against her forehead. She opened her eyes to find Julie walking slowly down the hallway. What's the matter with her, Colleen thought. She's kissed me three times. That's really weird. More puzzled then nervous, she thought about it for a few minutes, then yawned herself. She stood and walked quietly to the guest room. The door was locked. She tried several times, pulling on the door to see if it would open. "In here, Colleen", came a soft voice. Colleen slowly turned to see a faint glow from the next doorway. As if pulled by an unseen force, she walked slowly, almost unwillingly, to the door. Julie stood there, bathed in candlelight, the white silk she wore seeming to change color as the candle flickered. Colleen felt her heart stop, then begin beating wildly. She felt the goosebumps again as Julie gently took her limp hand and led her into her own bedroom. Closing the door, she smiled at Colleen's confused, innocent expression. "Some things I do fast, Colleen", she whispered. She led the dazed woman to the bed. "But some things I do very, very slowly." Her arms went around Colleen and she kissed her tenderly. Colleen was helpless, having no real idea of what was happening, or what to do. She just stood there as Julie's lips pressed hungrily against her own. Julie pulled away and slowly pulled Colleen's robe down. As it slid to her feet, Colleen just stood there, staring at Julie. Julie then put her hands on Colleen's shoulders. Softly, she pushed down, and Colleen found herself sitting on the bed, staring up at Julie. Julie gently continued pushing, and Colleen lay down. She just lay there staring as Julie slowly walked around the foot of the bed. Standing in front of the candle, she let her gown fall to the floor. Colleen watched in awe, hearing the faint rustle of the silk as it slid from Julie's body and onto the floor. Julie stood next to the bed in white silk bra and panties, just as Colleen was wearing. "I am a woman, Colleen. So are you." She climbed into bed with Colleen. As Colleen lay there, uneasy fear mixing with uncomprehending excitement, Julie whispered good night. Still trying to piece together what was happening, or what wasn't happening, or anything, Colleen drifted off to the sound of Julie's deep, regular breathing. Colleen gradually awakened. She lay quietly, still half-asleep, listening to the sound of gentle breathing. Her eyes flew open when she realized it was not the sound of her own breathing. She found herself in an unfamiliar bed, with a sleeping woman beside her. A WOMAN!! Colleen sat bolt upright, clutching the covers around her silk-covered breasts, staring at Julie in disbelief. Julie's eyes slowly opened to find Colleen staring at her in shock. Julie smiled gently, dreamily, and reached out for her. Colleen remained frozen, staring, feeling Julie's soft warm hands on her arms, gently pulling her down. Unresisting, uncomprehending, Colleen allowed herself to be pulled closer and closer to Julie's prone form. She stared wide-eyed at Julie's parted lips, the look on Julie's face, the silk bra Julie wore unable to hide the fact that her nipples were erect. Colleen moaned softly. Their lips met, and Colleen felt a bolt of electricity surge through her body. My God, she thought wildly, I'm kissing a woman. Still not totally aware that she was returning the kiss, she struggled to come to terms with the strange things she was thinking, the strange things she was feeling. Without a conscious decision, she surrendered to Julie. Her arms went around Julie, holding her tight as they kissed, tongues eagerly darting in and out of open mouths, running lightly across parted lips. She felt Julie's hands on her back, fingernails digging into her flesh as Julie became more aroused. She felt the softness of their silken lingerie, cool and smooth. I don't believe this, Colleen thought. I'm in another woman's bed, wearing her silk undies, kissing her. I don't believe it. That thought dominated Colleen's mind as she felt Julie's hands slide between her legs. She gasped as she felt Julie's fingers slide smoothly inside her silk panties. As Julie playfully toyed with Colleen's pubic hair, Colleen moaned involuntarily, a low, throaty sound of confusion and desire. She kissed the base of Julie's neck as Julie's fingers slid into her pussy. As she felt another woman's hand gently caressing her clit, Colleen's mind short-circuited. Her low moan changed into a sharp cry of pure delight as her body reacted to Julie's touch. Eyes closed, supporting herself above Julie, legs spread wide with Julie between them, Colleen threw her head back, body arching as the first orgasm washed over her. Julie looked at her through half-closed eyes, seeing the pleasure, the passion in Colleen's expression. Panting, body pumping in harmony with the motion of Julie's fingers, Colleen opened her eyes and looked down at Julie, at this woman, this lady race car driver. Julie smiled at her, a gentle smile of understanding. Colleen's eyes closed again and her mouth opened wide as yet another orgasm shook her like an earthquake. She collapsed on top of Julie, and again their lips met, Julie's fingers still burrowing into Colleen's secret places. Colleen rolled to the side slightly, and she looked at Julie with fire in her eyes. "Help me", Colleen said in a husky voice, and Julie felt a hand pressing against her panties. Very gently, Julie took Colleen's hand in hers and guided it beneath the silky fabric of her panties. Placing her fingers over Colleen's, she moved them downward until they met her aching clit. Pressing lightly against Colleen's finger, Julie's eyes closed as the fire radiated quickly throughout her body. After a moment, Colleen had her own rythym, and Julie pulled her hand away, letting Colleen continue stroking her clit. Julie spread her pussy lips wide, giving the willing woman more area to work with, and was soon rewarded by a rush of ecstasy as she came. Colleen watched Julie's face, saw Julie shudder, felt the muscles contract around her finger, and knew she had made another woman cum. Colleen went crazy, kissing Julie hungrily, digging her fingers even deeper into Julie's soaking hole. Now Julie reached out and slid her fingers back into Colleen's panties, and they lay side by side, fingers pumping, panting, moaning, shuddering. Time after time they came, until finally, spent, satisfied, they paused. Looking at each other, smiling gently, happily, they kissed again. Julie tugged at Colleen's white silk bra, sliding one cup down over her breast, exposing the nipple. Colleen watched in delight as the nipple disappeared into Julie's mouth. I don't believe it, she kept saying to herself, as Julie's tongue sent spikes of pleasure through her body. She lay back and giggled helplessly, running her fingers idly through Julie's hair. "That kind of tickles", she said, laughing. In response, Julie bit her nipple, very softly. Colleen gasped, and she pulled Julie's face closer to her breast, wanting her to continue, wanting for her to never, ever stop. Julie reached up and exposed Colleen's other breast, Colleen sighing happily as the smooth silk slid over her nipple. Julie alternated, focusing first on one breast, then the other, back and forth, back and forth, until Colleen was almost wild with desire. Feeling Colleen trembling uncontrollably beside her, Julie quickly pressed her knee against Colleen's crotch. Colleen's eyes flew open, as did her mouth, but no sounds came out. Colleen's mouth moved wordlessly as the unexpected orgasm ripped through her. Julie moved slightly, kissing Colleen tenderly. Colleen put her arms around Julie and pulled her close, and they lay there silently for a while. Finally, Colleen stirred. Julie looked at the woman beside her. So pretty she was, so innocent. They smiled at each other, and moved closer together, arms around the other, Colleen's exposed breasts rising and falling with her breathing. "Thank you", Colleen whispered. Julie didn't answer, she merely moved closer and kissed the other woman on the lips. Colleen grinned, a look of happy wonder on her face. They lay silently for a while, Colleen lost in her own thoughts, Julie's mind filled with desire for this innocent woman beside her. After a short while, she stirred, turning onto her side and gazing with a grin into Colleen's wide eyes. Colleen looked back at her and smiled happily. "Remember I said that I do a lot of things fast, but some things I do real slow?" Colleen nodded, her brow furrowing. Julie's smile widened. "Let me show you what things I do real slow", she whispered. With that, she slowly crawled to the foot of the bed, still grinning up at Colleen's puzzled expression. Colleen's expression changed to one of rapture as she felt Julie's lips brush against the top of her foot. With a low moan of abandon, Colleen's body went limp, surrendering herself to Julie's care. And Julie knew how to care for a woman. Within moments, Colleen's feet were coated with Julie's saliva, and every nerve ending in her body was pouring intense signals into her mind. Julie glanced up at Colleen with a smile as her tongue began to trace up the younger woman's calf. Colleen's legs automatically spread apart, and Julie's tongue darted back and forth from calf to calf, thigh to thigh. Colleen was moaning continuously, her head rolling back and forth, her hands clutching the sheets. Julie reached Colleen's pubic hair, and to Colleen's surprise and great dismay, merely continued upwards, her tongue dancing playfully in and out of Colleen's belly button. Straight on up she moved, until she was nibbling at the base of Colleen's throat. Colleen moaned loudly, her hands weakly stroking Julie's hair, her body shuddering with desire. Julie moved back down, her tongue sliding easily around Colleen's hard nipples. Colleen's body arched, and a sharp cry echoed through Julie's bedroom as Julie light nipped at the tender flesh. For quite some time, Julie continued teasing her partner, her tongue roaming seemingly at random from breast to breast, to throat, to ear, to abdomen, to thigh, all the way down to Colleen's feet, and then back again. Colleen was utterly helpless. She lay there, moaning, shuddering uncontrollably as Julie drove her completely wild. Her desire was at fever pitch, she wanted Julie to finish the job, to make her cum, to set her free. Julie paused. After a moment, Colleen's eyes opened and she found herself staring up at Julie's smiling face. Her body continued to shake. "Please...", she groaned. "Please, Julie... Please....Julie...I want to cum....Please...." Her breathing was labored, her breasts heaving. Julie leaned down, kissed her tenderly, straightened up, and nodded slowly, still smiling gently. "Yes, Colleen", she whispered softly. "You will cum." She bent down and, staring up at Colleen's face, flicked her tongue over her lover's clit. At the same time, she reached up and gently squeezed Colleen's breasts, her fingers closing softly around the nipples. Colleen's body went rigid, her eyes darting aimlessly around the ceiling as all the built-up desire and tension found release. Colleen came, and as she came, she cried out with abandon. Julie didn't stop until she was sure the younger woman could take no more. Then she paused and lay beside the gasping woman. Colleen turned, stared into Julie's eyes, moaned loudly, and wrapped her arms around the woman who had seduced her. Julie laughed aloud as Colleen's hand darted between her legs. Her joyful laughter quickly turned to groans of ecstasy as her new lover brought her to a series of intense climaxes. Their passions merged, any fatigue they may have felt vanished, and they loved each other long into the night. Then they slumped back to the bed, exhausted. Whimpering, shuddering, they lay beside each other, held each other, kissed each other tenderly. "Epilogue" None of Colleen's gang could figure out why she never went to the races with them any more. From their perch way up in the grandstands, they couldn't see the woman on the observation platform, cheering on the blue race car. Nor were they aware that Colleen didn't have to make the long trip home after the races. Colleen wasn't about to tell them she had a nice, comfortable place to stay, closer to the track. And she enjoyed the company there, as well. And in her purse, now clad in plastic lamination, was her most prized possession, never shown to anyone. A small card that simply said "PIT CREW". *** THE END *** -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----