Message-ID: <27119asstr$972871803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Katherine T." Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 29 Oct 2000 22:22:43.0065 (UTC) FILETIME=[C181E690:01C041F6] Subject: {ASSM} August Heat (lesbian, FF) (Katherine T.) Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 21:10:03 -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: dennyw, RuiJorge {ASSM} August Heat (lesbian, FF) (Katherine T.) The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not an adult is hereby warned to go away. All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated. Contact me at katherinet_@hotmail.com A repository of erotic fiction by Katherine T can be found at the following URL: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Katherine_T Author's note: I wrote this story some years ago under another pseudonym. I've made some changes and I'm now posting the new version for the first time on ASSM. August Heat by Katherine T. Kelly liked the month of August because it was hot, and the days were lazy, and her favorite hangout was almost empty in the afternoon. She was sitting at the bar with a pina colada and a long straw, wondering what she ought to do with the rest of her day off, when she looked at the mirror behind the bar and saw the blonde staring at her. The blonde sat at the bar a few yards away, tall and big, and looking like Mae West on the Late Show. She had creamy skin, lots of it revealed by a white summer dress, and breasts that might have weighed down a less generously proportioned woman. The way she looked away when Kelly caught her staring told Kelly the blonde was hardly embarrassed. Actually, the twist of the blonde's head was almost a beckoning gesture. Kelly decided maybe now she knew what to do with the rest of the afternoon. She continued looking at the blonde, and the next time their eyes met, Kelly turned on her stool toward the blonde and said: "I haven't seen you here before." The blonde smiled and shrugged. "Well, I've been here a few times. You're name's Kelly, isn't it?" "Yeah, who told you that?" "Some friend of mine." A lover, maybe. Kelly wondered who the blonde's lover was. Who would leave a woman like this one wandering around the girl bars on a hot August afternoon? What a disgrace! There were only a few stools between them, and when Kelly lifted her pina colada and straw and moved over to sit next to the woman, she did not seem to mind at all. The blonde was drinking bourbon on ice. "You know my name, so what's yours?" Kelly said. "Georgia." "Ah, Georgia. And I suppose you're from Atlanta." "Atlanta, Idaho." Kelly laughed. "All right, that's one point for you. Anyway, it's a nice name. It has resonance." The blonde looked at her with a coy smile. "I guess you thought I was cruising you when you caught me staring at you in the mirror." She blushed. She looked as though she had practiced blushing and had developed it to a fine art. Kelly wondered how hard to push, and decided what the hell. "Well, weren't you?" The blonde seemed surprised. She looked shocked, as though Kelly had dashed ice water in her face. She seemed to waver between anger and amusement, and then amusement won out and she smiled. "Yes, I was. I was cruising you. You see how honest I am?" "An honest beauty from Atlanta." "I hope you mean that." "I sure do. Do you always drink your bourbon straight?" Georgia laughed. "I drink no more than one of these a week. The rest of the time it's orange juice. Alcohol makes me put on weight." Kelly ran her eyes over the blonde's big breasts. "You look fine now." "You mean that?" "I can show you." "Ho ho." "Anyway, what about another drink?" "Not till next week." "Too bad. I was hoping to get you paralyzed." "Oh, you don't need to get me paralyzed. One bourbon is enough to get me exploring." "Exploring what?" "The possibilities." "And how are they doing? The possibilities, I mean." "They're doing fine. Why don't we go to my place and I'll squeeze some fresh orange juice? I live only two blocks from here. Do you like orange juice?" "I love orange juice." As they walked out of the bar and into the sunlight, Kelly wondered why sometimes it was so easy and other times so difficult. Some days didn't work at all, not the days, not the nights, not anywhere. But today was working, all right; the day was working fine. For the first time she noticed Georgia was wearing stockings. Jesus Mary. In August? "How come you're dressed up?" "I work in the mornings," Georgia said. "I work in a law office, and they're very conservative. Usually I go home and change fast, but today I just wanted to sit somewhere." "My good luck." "It's too hot for stockings." "I'll take them off whenever you're ready." "Don't talk like that, you're turning me on." "So easy?" "Don't I look it? No, don't answer that. No one wants to look easy, do they? I don't want you to think I'm an easy lay." "I'm not thinking anything." "You're nice, Kelly. I like you. I liked you the first time I saw you, and that was about three weeks ago. I saw you dancing with someone and you looked hot." Kelly wondered who she'd been dancing with. Maybe some stray cat with wild pink hair. Some nights she danced herself so blind she could hardly make it to the exit. Georgia had a tiny apartment in an old six-flat, frills and embroidery and antique lampshades. As soon as they walked inside, Georgia walked past Kelly and casually started to strip her clothes off. Kelly thought what the hell, maybe this was what Georgia meant by exploring possibilities. Kelly came up behind Georgia, who had unzipped her summer dress down the back, and Kelly slipped her hands inside and around Georgia's body. She pushed the top of the dress away. Georgia's breasts were supported by a low-cut bra, and Kelly dipped the fingers of her right hand into the right cup of the bra, and she helped the breast spill over the top. Georgia gave a little gasp as her breast was freed, and she immediately leaned back against Kelly. "Oh, that's nice," Georgia said. "I like to explore possibilities too." "I figured as much." Kelly freed the other breast, and she held both breasts in her hands and gently kneaded them. They were fine breasts, soft and firm and tipped with large, well-defined nipples that rose quickly against her palms. Georgia moaned, pressing back against Kelly's body. Kelly slid a hand down over the Georgia's smooth belly until her fingers reached the place where the dress was still snug around the Georgia's hips. Georgia pleaded, "Let me get out of these clothes." Kelly felt a sharp lust, a desire that had been building since they'd met in the bar. She wanted to undress Georgia herself, dally with her, delay getting into her. Thinking about how delicious the last part would be made Kelly weak in the knees. Kelly withdrew her arms from inside Georgia's dress. "Where's the bedroom?" Georgia laughed softly. "So fast? Let me get undressed." "No, I'll do it. I'll undress you in the bedroom." "All right, come on." The bedroom was almost filled by an old four-poster bed with a full canopy. Georgia slipped out of her shoes. "That's a real antique. I bought it in Virginia." Kelly had other things in mind. She peeled Georgia's dress top down below her waist, baring her from her shoulders to her belly. The blonde's luscious milk-white skin was pink- tinged, a lovely delicate flush. Georgia gazed at Kelly with wide blue eyes, and then her arms suddenly strained toward Kelly and they kissed. Georgia's lips were parted and moist, and Kelly's tongue groped its way inside to devour her mouth. "Oh, baby, let me hold these tits," Kelly said, and as she kissed Georgia again, she cupped and lifted Georgia's big breasts in her hands. Then Kelly broke off the kiss to move down and cover each breast in turn with her mouth. She ran her tongue over the creamy skin and tugged at the nipples with her lips. Georgia whimpered. "I knew you'd be good." "Let's get the dress off," Kelly said, and she lifted the skirt and pulled the dress upward as Georgia raised her arms. After Kelly removed the dress, Georgia wanted to hang it in the closet. Maybe she deliberately wanted to tease Kelly by making Kelly wait. Kelly didn't mind. She filled her eyes with the big blonde as she moved to the closet to hang the skimpy summer dress. Georgia still wore her low-cut bra, the cups hanging loose below her breasts. Below that she wore only sheer pantyhose, no panties, and when Georgia returned from the closet, Kelly fixed her eyes on the shadow at the joining of Georgia's full thighs. "I get to strip the nylon," Kelly said. Georgia blushed and laughed, her hands working to get her bra unhooked. "You want me standing or on the bed?" Kelly gestured at the bed, and Georgia lay down on it. She was something to look at, lying there in only the pantyhose. Kelly leaned over her, kissed her, and slowly pulled the nylon down as Georgia lifted her hips to help. Slowly, Kelly peeled the pantyhose down Georgia's thighs and legs, and then off her feet. She wadded the nylon into a ball and tossed it away toward the far wall. Georgia lay there before Kelly, her eyes heavy with desire. "What are you going to do to me?" "I'm going to make you come and come and come." "Oh honey." The blonde slowly raised her knees and opened them, showing herself to Kelly, watching Kelly's face. Kelly's heart pounded. There was nothing that turned her on more than having a woman open her legs like that to show her cunt. Georgia's bush was a light auburn shade, the larger lips full, the inner lips pink and pouting outward below the glistening pink bud of her clit. What a lovely lovely cunt. "Beautiful," Kelly said. Georgia blushed. "The way you look at me makes me hot for anything." Kelly bent her face to the pink flower, sniffing at it, barely brushing it with the tip of her nose, opening her mouth to huff warm air against it. And then she dug in. She played Georgia's cunt with her tongue the way a mandolin player would play the mandolin. Georgia groaned as Kelly's tongue tickled up one side of her clit and down the other. "Oh, you're good," Georgia said. "How come you're so good?" Kelly chuckled into the pink. "It's August, baby. August is a good month." end All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated. Contact me at katherinet_@hotmail.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+