Message-ID: <20998asstr$942343800@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: karensoh@aol.com (KARENS OH) X-Post-Date: 24 Sep 1999 05:00:05 GMT Subject: {ASSM} REPOST: "Reading Pleasure" (F/F) X-Original-Message-ID: <19990924010005.20352.00001629@ng-fx1.aol.com> X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us JMDigest-Score: good -18 Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 13:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin This story contains adult content, including explicitdescriptions of sex between two women. If you are under 18 ordo not like this kind of material, STOP READING NOW!!!! This is an account of an experience I had about year ago. If you have read any of my other stories, you will know that I am a 32year old woman who is recently divorced and also fairly recently discovered the joys of other women. The following story isloosely connected to several previous stories, which providemore background. If you want those, or just want to comment onthis one, please e-mail me at KARENSOH@aol.com. ***************************************************************** Reading Pleasure "I can't believe it's raining again!", I muttered to myself. It always seemed to rain when I had a day off. In fact, things generally just weren't going well lately. Since my relationship with Lauren ended, I just couldn't get motivated to try to meet anyone new. Besides, I still wasn't very adept at meeting other women. Unfortunately, after three months of celibacy, I was becoming seriously obsessed with sex. The first hint came when I noticed myself coming back from lunch distracted and, well, horny! I couldn't figure this out until I finally realized that on my way to and from lunch, I was looking at every attractive woman I passed on the street. And not just looking, either. I found myself staring at their legs, butts, boobs, and even the crotch of their slacks. And I was thinking... well, you know what I was thinking! It got so bad that sometimes after lunch I found myself doing the same thing to my coworkers. My secretary is a cute young woman who likes short skirts, and she was just driving me crazy. I think she caught me a couple of times staring at the her legs. Hopefully, she didn't realize what I was thinking, imagining how good it would be kissing my way up,up,ohhhhh! The worst, however, was when the whole staff went out to a baseball game. I'm sure it was my imagination, but I swear, every other fan at that game must have been a girl or young woman between 16 and 30. And each one wore a halter top and those tan or khaki shorts - you know, the safari-style ones with all the pockets. They were everywhere. Now there's something about those shorts that makes a girl's rear end look perfect. At least they all did to me. Soon I was completely hot and bothered, with no relief in sight. Then this girl stopped right next to my seat to talk. She was gorgeous: a pretty blonde about twenty-one, full breasts in her white tank top, nice legs, and wearing those damned tan short shorts. Her bottom was exactly at my eye level, and it was absolutely to-die-for. While she talked for what seemed like forever, I just sat there, trying to look and not look at her beautiful behind, which swayed back and forth right in my face. The swaying was a result of her constantly shifting her weight from right to left, but to me, it was her response to the long, slow rimming I was giving her in my head. God, how I wanted to pull down those pants and run my tongue between her luscious cheeks. That did it. When I found myself almost drooling over some stranger's backside, I knew it was time to go. I could only hope no one had noticed. Excusing myself as "tired", I said goodnight to my coworkers and took off quickly to find my car. I couldn't clear my mind of the image of those tan shorts and the yummy stuff that I just knew lay hidden beneath them. I rushed home and masturbated until I fell asleep. The next day was Saturday and, having nothing better to do, I spent the day cleaning up my apartment. I had moved there about eight months earlier, after I'd left my husband, and lately, I'd done a pretty lousy job of keeping it tidy. By 1:30, I'd made pretty good progress. I was just finishing up when I heard a knock on the door. That seemed odd. As in most large complexes, people didn't just stop by to visit. I looked through the peephole and saw the distorted image of a young woman or teenage girl. Wary, I asked through the closed door, "Yes, may I help you?" "Uh, well," she started, "I'm selling magazines... for a good cause! Could you help me out?" Through the peephole, I could see her trying to put an appealing look on her face. Oh boy, I thought, another sales person. "Oh, I don't know," I said. "I really have enough magazines." "Oh pleeeease," she answered, "I only need a couple more sales to reach the next level. I'm sure there's something you could use. Won't you just take a look?" I felt a little rude talking through the door, so I gave in and opened up. I was greeted with a bright smile and a seemingly sincere "Oh thanks so much!. I'm Jeanie, by the way." They teach them well, I thought cynically. She seemed awfully old to be selling magazines - around eighteen, I guessed. I questioned her about that, and she told me that she was nineteen and in a rehab program. The magazine sales were part of the "transition" plan as well as a fund raiser for the program. She explained that the top seller would win a weekend in Chicago, and she was in the top three so far. I wasn't sure I bought that, but I listened nonetheless. As I listened, I noticed that she was quite an attractive young lady. She wasn't beautiful in the movie star sense, but she was definitely cute. Full waves of chestnut hair fell halfway down her back, and big, brown eyes flashed brightly when she talked. Wire rimmed glasses and a peasant top gave her a sort of neo-hippie look that was very appealing. On the other hand, I sensed something slightly amiss with Jeanie. She seemed a little oblivious to her surroundings, and just a bit flighty. I wondered if those traits were what got her into trouble. I let my eyes run over her body as she continued her pitch. Her baggy top gave only a hint of the curve of her breasts, but her short denim shorts revealed long, lovely legs. Soon I was back to my state of the previous evening, feeling guilty that I was lusting after a teenager. "So what do you think," she asked suddenly. I realized I had not heard much of what she'd been saying. "Uh, I don't know," I started, trying to stall. "Have you had much luck in the rest of this complex?" "Oh yeah," she said, "it's been great." That wide-eyed, slightly lost look returned to her face. "The two guys down the hall bought eight! Plus, I have a date with them tonight." "A date?" I asked suspiciously. "With BOTH of them?" "Yeah. They were real nice." Jeanie looked at me as if there were nothing at all odd about having a date with two guys immediately following a business transaction. I wondered if she realized what those guys expected from her. I felt a little sorry for her. But at the same time, I realized that, despite some guilt, I was thinking of other possibilities - possibilities that included sex, and me! "So," I said, "have you gotten a lot of dates from selling magazines?" "Oh, a few," she answered, "But I've never really met anybody that stuck." Big surprise, I thought. Now I was getting a little nervous. It seemed clear that Jeanie was just a little "easy". Of course, she'd only mentioned guys, but she seemed to have a wide-open attitude to life that included experimenting with new experiences. I thrilled to the thought that this might be my first chance to seduce another woman. I dragged out the conversation while I plotted my next move. Finally I asked her, "Jeanie... have any of your "dates" ever been with a woman?" Jeanie's expression didn't even change at my question. "Well, no," she said sweetly, "but that would be okay, I guess." She gave no hint that she recognized that I was suggesting us, and now. Gathering my courage and doing my best to hide my nervousness, I proceeded. "Well, what would you think about having a date with me, right now?" Her eyes opened a little wider as she realized what I was saying. She looked at me for a long moment, smiled slightly, almost to herself, and then I got my answer. "Ummmm, I've never done that before," she said. She looked away briefly, then returned with the slight smile, "But I think I could try it." I felt a tingle up my spine when she said it. I had to compose myself, but then I moved slightly forward and touched her bare arm. Her skin felt extra hot to me. "I'd really like that," I said. Jeanie's only response was a slight rise of her eyebrow that told me she was intrigued and ready for the next move. I leaned forward again and placed a soft, demure kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes when I did it, then re-opened them with a warm smile. Given a green light, I took her face in my hands and gently pulled her face to mine. Her lips were soft, deliciously soft. Wasting no time, I ran my tongue softly over them. Almost immediately, her mouth opened to allow me inside. She may have been nervous, but she certainly wasn't inhibited. Her openness fueled my ardor, and I began kissing her more deeply. Jeanie was a wonderful kisser. Her supple lips and eager tongue quickly had me hotter than I expected to be at that stage. My period of celibacy had affected me more than I knew. I eased her over to the couch so we could be more comfortable. Jeanie's arms surrounded me as her enjoyment of our kissing grew. Following her lead, I embraced her fully. My hands moved to her waist, then rested on the swell of her hips. Finally, I grew bolder and took her firm buttocks in my hands. A soft moan from Jeanie told me she liked that. My hands trembled with lust as I caressed and kneaded her soft, round globes. We made out for several minutes, both of our temperatures rising. My god, could that girl kiss! Unable to hold back any longer, I slipped my right hand down the back of her pants. It wasn't easy, because her shorts were a little tight. Fortunately, Jeanie took the initiative and undid the button to loosen them. Then she looked me in the eye and smiled warmly. God, I thought I would faint with excitement. At first, I simply ran my hand over the silky fabric of Jeanie's panties, but once it was clear that she was enjoying it, I took the next step and ventured inside the waistband. I let my hand wander over the smooth skin of her lovely bottom. My fingertips found the edge of her rear valley and enjoyed the warmth of that place. Now my left hand joined the right inside her panties, and I delighted in playing with her wonderful rear end. By now we were both pretty worked up. Our little cries of passion were smothered in each others' mouths as were writhed together. My hands moved inward, my fingers exploring the steamy space between Jeanie's buns. I ran my middle finger slowly down her crack until I found the hot little circle of her anus. A circling motion and a gentle pressure drew a welcome groan from my sweet companion. Encouraged, I played with her asshole a little more. She seemed to like it, especially when I got the tip of my finger just barely inside. Promising myself to come back to that spot, I let my fingers wander further down, until I found the heat of her soft folds. Jeanie gave a quiet "Mmmmm," and pushed her hips back at my hand. I moved my fingertip slowly back and forth inside her slit and was delighted as she soaked it with hot fluids. That drew a more urgent "Mmmmm" from Jeanie. Suddenly, she broke our kiss and looked at me, her nostrils flared with passion. "This is better than I thought it would be!" she said in a breathy voice. That was music to my ears! I nuzzled her neck and continued to play with her pussy as her hips swayed back and forth. I removed one hand from her pants and brought it to her breasts. Through her light top and bra, I could feel the little nubs of her erect nipples. I was so horny, I was sure I would wet my pants. After a few more minutes of fondling, I needed more. Jeanie was indeed a great kisser, and her sexy mouth had enflamed my oral desires. I wanted to taste her - everywhere. "I think you're ready for more," I said. Jeanie seemed in a fog. She just nodded and said softly "Yeah." Jeanie and I both started pulling her clothes off. Her eagerness only added to my own arousal. In seconds, she was down to panties and bra. Then the bra was gone, revealing two very nice breasts and those hard little nipples I'd been playing with. Then Jeanie reached for her panties, but I stopped her. "No," I said, "I want to do that." She smiled at me, then paused as I frantically scrambled out of my own clothes. I took her in my arms again and kissed her even more passionately than before. The silkiness of her skin against mine was unbelievably erotic. It had been so long since I'd felt another woman that way. Jeanie was wide-eyed with enthusiasm. "Ohhh, that feels good!" she said. "You have a nice body, Karen." I felt an extra thrill when she said that. It was the first time she had used my name, and it added a something to the experience, as if to confirm that it was really happening. We moved to the couch, where I resumed exploring Jeanie's young body. I ran my hand up her thigh. She opened her legs to give me access to what I obviously wanted. I teased her a little, caressing her thighs up high, then moving back toward her knees, never touching where we both wanted it. Finally I couldn't wait any longer. My right hand cupped the crotch of her panties, which, as I expected, was soaking wet. Her hips moved forward to meet my hand. This time I slipped my hand down the front. A soft tuft of pubic hair filled my palm, and my fingers felt the deep, liquid heat of her cunt. Two fingers massaged her quivering vulva while sweet Jeanie sighed deliciously. I was astonished to feel how wet she was - wetter than anyone I'd ever been with. Her juices drenched my hand, and I shivered to think that I would soon have that juicy morsel in my mouth. Still, I struggled to control myself. I knew it would be even better if I could drag it out. I started whispering things into Jeanie's ear, telling her how sexy and hot she was, how I couldn't wait to eat her out, that I was going to make her come longer and harder than she ever imagined. She seemed to like my talking, since her breathing came harder, and her cunt moved more urgently against my fingers. I slipped down to take each of her nipples into my mouth. The creamy skin of her breasts felt wonderful against my lips, while my tongue toyed with her precious nubbins. My middle finger slid easily into her warm slot. I quickly added another, and then a third, moving them all around inside her. Her vaginal walls clung to my probing digits like hot pudding. Still holding her boob in my mouth, I glanced up to see an ecstatic expression on Jeanie's face. Her head lay back, eyes blissfully closed, and her mouth hung open. A mewling, animal sound escaped her lips. She was definitely having a good time, I thought, but the best was yet to come. Her hips continued their sexy rhythm as my fingers worked their magic inside her. It felt so good in her pussy, I wanted to put my whole hand in there, but I didn't. Instead, I slipped them slowly out of her. Jeanie responded with a disappointed sigh, but that didn't last long. Moving my hand deeper between her legs, I found her asshole ready and waiting. The abundant lubricants on my finger allowed it to easily slip inside. I quickly pushed my middle finger all the way up her butt and was rewarded with a very sexy "Oohhhhhhhhh!" as she raised her ass for more. I put my thumb in her neglected pussy and jiggled her insides from both directions. Jeanie's legs were now splayed wide open, and her hand held my head as I continued to suck on her lovely breasts. I worked another finger up her ass and started pistoning in and out of both holes. Her cries got more frantic as she begged for release. She was clearly close to orgasm, but I wasn't about to let her have it. I had promised myself that she would come with my mouth pressed firmly to her gushing puss, and I was not about to deny myself that treat. Besides, I wanted to tease her some more, to make it even more incredible when she finally got there. Still, I knew it was time. I pulled my hand from her panties and gave her now over-stimulated nipples one final dose of loving. I asked if she was ready for the "main event", and she just rolled her head and moaned "Oh god". Moving slowly down, I kissed and licked every inch of her flat tummy, until I reached the band of her panties. I always love that part - taking down my lover's undies. My hands trembled as she raised slightly and I slowly slid them over her hips. Then they were off, and Jeanie's legs spread wide like the gates of heaven. Such a wonderful, sexy sight! I stared briefly at her darling brown bush, then looked down at her inflamed genitals. As expected, they were sopping wet. Jeanie's lips were open and ready, and a thick coating of girl juice covered her inner folds. A stream of excess moisture had run down the crack of her ass. I almost lost it. I was dying to eat her anyway, and I always get an extra thrill when someone is that wet. I mashed my thighs together and almost came right then. I brought my lips to her inner thigh and gave her a slow, wet kiss to show her what was coming. Her legs parted even farther, and she groaned with lust. I teased her just a little more, but then I just couldn't hold back. I took one last look, closed my eyes, and immersed my lips in her liquid heat. My long, heartfelt moan was answered by a very audible cry, as Jeanie finally got what she needed. My tongue moved slowly back and forth in the greasy crevice of her cunt. Her fluids quickly coated it, and I eagerly took them in. My hands held her hips, which moved constantly, grinding against my open mouth in the most erotic dance I've ever experienced. Her continuous, rhythmic moan filled the room. I explored her slot for some time, dipping inside, then curling around her clit, then plunging deep into her sticky heat. Finally, my tongue wandered down, tracking the stream of juice that dripped from inside her. It found the soft tissues around her anus and trailed wetly over them. I heard a soft "Oh!' from above as her hips rose slightly to let me in. I tickled her asshole a bit, then used my hands to get her to turn over. Now she was on her hands and knees, her butt right in front of my face. It was beautiful: full, but not big, with round cheeks that formed a deep crevice between them, and a darling pink rose that just begged to be licked. I kissed gently at the edges of her crack, moving slightly in toward the center with each successive peck. Finally, I spread her cheeks slightly with my thumbs and touched my tongue to her hot little hole. Jeanie twitched slightly and gasped at the feel of my soft tongue on her most private spot. Encouraged, I kissed her wetly right there, then ran my tongue several times over the rim of her anus. She gasped and sighed and trembled deliciously. I spread her asshole a little further to expose the more sensitive flesh inside. Then I gave her the most exquisite rimming possible, the kind I'd been dying to give for weeks. My wet tongue found every millimeter of sensitivity on her lovely pink circle, as I kissed, licked, and sucked at Jeanie's asshole. Her delirious comments, "Oh godddd! I can't believe you're doing that!" made me even hotter, and I lovingly ate her ass until she was a quivering, sex-crazed slut. Remembering how wet she'd been before, I moved my head down to check the effect of my efforts. My tongue found her slit again and was immediately covered with a ton of hot juice. I placed my mouth over her sloppy cunt and sucked it briefly before turning her over once again. Settling between her legs, I let my mouth return to its favorite spot. Jeanie's hands pulled at her knees, opening herself lewdly in a desperate attempt to maximize her pleasure. She was out of her mind, crying "oh god oh god" over and over, punctuated by incoherent sobs of passion. The sight of her total abandon made me wild. I'm sure I attacked her pussy like a crazed animal, but I honestly don't remember. What I do remember is Jeanie grabbing my head, mashing my face into her sopping cunt. I remember her juicing so much that she dripped in my mouth and smeared all over my face. And I remember her long wail when she came, her whole body shuddering as I struggled to keep my lips glued firmly over her throbbing hole. I brought her to two more orgasms before letting her down. Those weren't as intense as the first one, but they did produce the same gratifying tremors across her body. After the third, I did my best to wipe my face before moving up to kiss her. Jeanie's breathing had calmed, but she wasn't ready to stop. "What about you?" she asked. I had actually come while I was eating her (who wouldn't have?), but I was still in quite a state, especially after a few more wet kisses from that darling mouth of hers. "Well, I could use some help," I said. "Um... I don't think I can do... what you did," she said. "That's okay, " I answered. I wasn't too surprised, really. "But if you could just do this..." I said, taking her hand and moving it between my legs. Jeanie explored my crotch while we resumed kissing. She pulled away briefly to say inquisitively, "Your mouth... tastes like..." "You" I answered with a knowing smile. Jeanie looked at me funny, then returned to our kiss. Soon however, she broke off to kiss my neck, then moved down to my breast. I thought that was nice, but then she began moving further, and I caught my breath. Jeanie looked up at my with a playful grin, and then suddenly her head was between my legs. She looked up at me with that same playful look, and then I felt her tongue enter me. Jeanie wasn't great at this, but I was so worked up from doing her and excited by the fact that she wanted to eat me out, that it didn't matter. Jeanie made a point of looking up at me while she did it, and that made it even hotter. Soon I was humping her mouth and crying out her name as I made it. Jeanie seemed to enjoy seeing me cum, and she got me off a second time with her tongue way up inside me and one long finger up my ass. Then I gave her two more, the last one with my fingers working her clit while my tongue swirled up her rectum. When we finally broke off, it was almost five o'clock. I had been making love to her for over three hours. I purchased five magazine subscriptions that day. Before Jeanie left, we exchanged phone numbers and one last kiss. I haven't heard from her since, and I haven't called either. But everytime I open a magazine now, I feel a little twinge in a certain place and have to smile. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | ASSM Archive site +-----------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | | --- | +--------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | This newsgroup is moderated by ASSTR, an entity supported by donations. | | If you enjoy this newsgroup, please consider making a donation to help | | Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository keep providing this free service for you.| | Donations: | \_________________________________________________________________________/