Message-ID: <40357asstr$1042074607@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030108085609.40218.qmail@web20806.mail.yahoo.com> From: Ginny Walker MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2003 00:56:09 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} MOVIE GIRLS (FF, 1st) Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2003 20:10:07 -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: RuiJorge, gill-bates WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY BEFORE READING ANY OF MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY THE MATERIAL. This story contains the graphical account of consensual sex between two married women while taking their daughters to a movie. This story is a slightly embellished account of a true experience. I am grateful to those who have shared their experiences with me to serve as the basis for these stories and I am always looking for more true experiences from others to write about. The subject matter I find most interesting deals with first time experiences, innocence lost, lactation, reluctance, and trib. In these stories I seek to share what I believe can be beautiful, erotic or just enlightening experiences of real women. Feel free to provide feedback (pro or con, but please spare me any flames) at wcollege2001@yahoo.com Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------- --- "MOVIE GIRLS" by Ginny Walker, 2002 wcollege2001@yahoo.com F/F 1st PART 1 We moved to Forest Lake nearly two years ago, after my husband took a promotion. The adjustment was a little tough as we left family and friends behind and moved 800 miles away. My daughter Shelly was 9 and found it difficult to say good bye to all her friends. It was equally hard on me, though I tried not make my husband feel bad for making the move. After several weeks I was still feeling pretty isolated, while Shelly had managed to make at least a dozen new friends. One in particular had really hit things off with Shelly. Her name was Jenny, and she lived one street over from our house. Jenny became a regular at our home - Shelly and Jenny were practically inseparable. Jenny and her family (she had a 3 year older sister Janey along with her parents) had moved to the neighborhood about a year before us. It wasn't until about a month later that we actually met Jenny's parents. Steve and Jackie invited us over for dinner. Here we were, almost strangers, yet our daughters had become like sisters. Their familiarity with each other must have been contagious, because we all became close friends from that first encounter. Jackie was nearly ten years older than me and since I was fast approaching my 30's, I sought her out as I might a big sister (which is something I always wished I had had). I shared everything with her - especially my parenting issues concerning Shelly. Our friendship grew deep over the next 20 months. Jackie and I regularly socialized together and one of our favorite activities was to take the girls on special trips - like shopping. Last week, it was to a movie. The second episode of Lord of the Rings was just out and the girls were begging us to take them. Jackie was a little hesitant since it was PG-13 and Jenny was just 12. Of course we couldn't go to the theater right down the street, the girls had to see it on the "huge screen with digital sound and stadium seating" which was 20 miles away! We decided on a matinee, thinking we'd avoid the rush. Yeah right - it was packed at 12 noon! The only row with five seats was up in the nose-bleed section, third row from the back. Naturally, the girls had to sit in the exact center, so Jackie and I were off the right, two in from the isle. By the time the previews started, there were two older girls sitting to my right and Jackie had confided that she "hoped the movie wasn't too scary because she hated suspense". Then she told me she hadn't even seen the first LOTR movie. I laughed to myself. I think all of ten minutes had passed before Jackie got scared enough to scream. I tapped her on the shoulder and was almost laughing at her - she looked like a scared child. Within about five more minutes Jackie had grabbed my hand off the armrest and was clinching it tight. She never let go. She would ease her grip a little during the calm sequences but quickly squeezed again as soon as anything even remotely creepy came on the screen (which is about the entire LOTR movie). Jackie was now clinching my hand with both of hers and had my arm extended over the armrest. It was getting painful as my elbow was trying to bend backwards over the armrest. The possibility of Jackie releasing it seemed about 2-1/2 hours away so I lifted up and pushed the armrest up into the seat back between us (one advantage of stadium seating). This relieved some of the discomfort on my arm. After another 15 minutes or so I needed to move my arm to regain some circulation. Jackie was not about to let go - especially during one of the scenes with Golan - and I as I attempted to retract my arm, Jackie brought it up under her chin. Well, this new position was at least a little more comfortable so I allowed Jackie to keep her death-grip on my arm. After a while I became distracted by Jackie and her hold on my hand. I could feel her breath on my knuckles and the sweat of her palm. During the ensuing suspenseful scene, I peered over and Jackie looked terrified as she held my hand in front of her face, peering around it is if hiding from the image on the screen. I didn't notice until the scene was over that Jackie was now holding my hand against her mouth. Her breath was hot, and I felt the warmth of her lips on the back of my hand. It seemed a little weird to me, yet I made no attempt to pull away. Soon I felt new sensations on my hand - I looked in the darkness and could just make out a sliver of light between Jackie's mouth and my hand, then it was gone... there it was again. Jackie was softly kissing my hand! I looked away in embarrassment. Jackie must have taken this as some sort of approval because I soon felt her tongue on my skin as her kisses became more sensual. This was beyond her fear and tenseness over the movie - she was deliberate in her actions. I again looked back over at her, instead of turning her head to me, she drew one of my fingers into her mouth and suckled it softly. I think I tried to pull my hand away, but Jackie's hold was firm. It wasn't really that she was too strong, it was I that was too weak. But my weakness was my will, rather than a physical weakness. By allowing this and submitting, I had unconsciously made a decision - one that would determine the following events and alter my stable little world. Jackie slipped my finger from her mouth. My relief was short lived as she leaned over and snuggled against me, never releasing my hand, but now holding it in hers as they rested on my thigh. As the suspense built in the movie, I felt Jackie's breath on my neck and the moistness of her lips as she buried her face into me, afraid to watch the screen. I felt her begin to plant kisses on my neck and then the occasional scrape of her teeth as she gently nibbled my neck. She was having an unnatural effect on me - it was powerful and sensual - I felt my nipples harden and my vagina began to moisten.   She could never have known it, but my neck was my erotic trigger. Involuntarily, I turned my head towards her causing her kisses and nibbles to tickle my throat. I became so aroused that I lost all sight of who was doing this to me and I lowered my head and my lips met hers for the first time. She kissed me as she had been kissing my neck - softly, slowly, then her tongue gently grazed my lips. I parted my lips and pressed my mouth firmly against hers and her tongue slipped past my lips and into my mouth. It felt so warm, so erotic as her probing tongue filled my expectant mouth and she explored me fully. Jackie's kisses became more eager and she began to mash her mouth against and all over mine. The sound of our slurping mouths filled my ears and the reality of where we were hit me like a hammer to the head. Our daughters were sitting immediately to the left of Jackie, what if someone had seen us - what if THEY had seen us! I pulled away in horror, Jackie's lips still pursed after the sudden retreat I had made. The sexual tension between Jackie and I was so thick, it surpassed the tension from the movie - fortunately the action of the movie kept everyone around us far too enthralled to notice what had happened between Jackie and I. Although I hadn't noticed, while we were kissing, Jackie's grip on my hand had caused it to slip from my thigh to the seat between my legs. I felt Jackie press down forcing the back of my hand into my crotch. She began moving our hands back and forth, rubbing me through my shorts. The sensation picked up where her kiss had left off. I was getting very aroused by her touch. After several minutes like this Jackie let go of my hand and was rubbing me directly with her palm, her head still leaning on my neck. Part of me wanted to stop this before it went any further (or before we got caught), but part of me was under an erotic spell, unable to stop it - not wanting to stop it. It was as if Jackie knew this as she moved her hand up and slipped it under my waistband and into my shorts. I felt her hand on the thin lycra material of my bikini panties as she massaged my vagina. I don't know if it was her expertise or simply the taboo of what she was doing, but the feeling was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I loved what she was doing to me. I wanted to come for her so badly now! I turned my head towards her, my eyes pleading for that which my mouth was too ashamed to ask for. Jackie understood perfectly - maybe she could read my soul, or maybe it was simply because she knew exactly where she was leading me. She again moved her hand up and then back down into my panties as I felt the warmth and softness of another woman's flesh against my vagina for the first time. An audible moan escaped my lips as I felt her slide a finger between my seeping pussy lips. She drew her fingers up and grazed my clit. A louder moan was immediately silenced as her mouth engulfed my own. I opened my mouth and as her tongue tentatively brushed my lips, I suckled hard onto it, drawing it deep within my mouth. My tongue danced and rolled with hers as her fingers continued to expertly manipulate my labia and clit. I wanted nothing more than to feel the orgasm that Jackie was causing to build within me - now completely oblivious to the crowd around us and our three daughters just a couple of seats away. I surrendered completely to Jackie and her touch as I pressed back into my seat rolling my hips up slightly. Jackie seized the opportunity and the invitation and slid her hand down between my legs and I felt her fingers slip into my vagina. I let out a loud "Ahhh" - loud enough to panic myself about drawing attention to the two of us. Fortunately, a split-second later a battle erupted on the screen keeping the audience focused on the movie rather than the show Jackie and I were performing. Jackie continued to slide her fingers in and out of my vagina, alternating between penetrating me and caressing my vulva. I could feel the warm wetness of my own female juices being spread all over my slit by Jackie's hand. I needed release badly. Finally, as Jackie pushed back into me, I leaned forward forcing her fingers far up into my vagina, and pinning her hand against the seat as I let all of my weight mash my vulva against the palm of her hand and my clit against her wrist. She wriggled her arm violently and kissed me hard. My own climax was masked by the perfectly timed climax of the battle scene on the screen. Breaking our kiss, I screamed out loudly as I came - my screams of pleasure being clearly discernible over the screams of fright from the audience. I could feel my cum flow over her fingers and pour out of my vagina as it warmed my vulva. Jackie kept her fingers inside me and rubbed my mound in short, gentle strokes as my orgasm continued for what seemed like a minute before subsiding. Jackie resumed her kisses, moving to my cheek, then my eye, then my nose. My tears of pleasure mixing with her saliva. Her lips felt so good on my skin, her hand felt so good on my vulva. Finally, she pulled her hand out from my shorts, I could immediately smell the aroma of my feminine musk. Then in one of the most erotic displays I have ever witnessed, she slipped her fingers into her mouth, rolling her eyes closed and slowly savoring the taste of my sex as she licked herself clean. Jackie then took my hand in hers and once again nuzzled her head up against my neck. What she had just done for me - giving me the most precious and intimate pleasure, and then connecting us by swallowing the fruit of our intimacy - seemed to join us in a sensual and sexual way, but more than that, in a deep, soulful way. Sometime later there was another suspenseful scene in the movie. Jackie brought my hand up to her face, hiding herself, then she dropped it under her chin. She had been holding my hand palm-to-palm, then she let go and held the back of my hand. She drew our hands to her chest and I could feel her heart racing. Our hands would move together with each breath she would inhale and exhale. Jackie moved our hands down and I felt the firmness of her breast through her silk blouse. Unlike me, it was obvious that Jackie didn't use or need a bra with padded cups, and I could feel her erect nipple pressing through the thin fabric. She moved my hand around showing me what she wanted me to do. Once I overcame my fear and hesitancy, I began to fondle her right breast. Jackie let go of my hand allowing me to act on my own instincts. A few moments later I again felt her hand on mine. I now understood why she had previously let go of my hand as she guided my hand to the opening in her blouse created when she had apparently unfastened one of her buttons. This time my hand cupped her left breast through the thin material of her lace bra. Jackie let me feel her up this way for a while before once again taking hold of my hand, this time guiding my fingers into her bra cup. Oh god, her breast felt so smooth and warm! It was like velvet. Then I reached her nipple. I could feel the supple texture of her areola as it stood in stark contrast to the firm bud that was now so prominent without the obstruction of any fabric. I fondled her bare breast throughout the long dramatic scene that was playing on the screen. I had touched myself so many times, yet this was a completely different feeling. Though I couldn't see her breast, my fingers painted a beautiful image in my mind more vivid than the digital projection on the screen in front of me. Instead of absorbing the movie, I was absorbing this tactile adventure. As the scene on the screen changed, Jackie also sought a "new scene". Grabbing my hand, she guided it out of her blouse and brought it between her legs. She wasted no time, pressing my hand up under her short skirt (which she had managed to hike up even further at some point). She pressed my hand against her crotch and simply let go. I knew what was expected. I began to rub her vulva through her panties. She was so wet, her satin panties were soaked completely through. I pressed with my fingers forcing the fabric of her panties up into the crevice formed by her labia. I knew she wanted me deeper but her panties were preventing that. Jackie leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "Inside", and then she french kissed my ear. Any reluctance I had was soon overcome by my desire to please this woman - to give her what she so desperately wanted from me. I tried to lift my hand up over her panties but her skirt was too restrictive. I moved back down to slip my fingers under the leg band of her panties and then learned that she was wearing thong panties. The thin strip of satin was easily moved aside and my hand came to rest on her naked vulva. Suddenly feelings of inadequacy and insecurity came over me. How should I pleasure her? I had never done anything like this before. I became self-conscious and felt awkward. Then I thought to myself, "do what you do to yourself". I began to slide my fingers over her vulva, first cupping her mound, then gently squeezing, and finally rubbing three fingers along her slit. Two fingers to the outside of each of her labia and the middle finger right between her labia. This is what I liked - so this is what I did. Jackie seemed to like it as well. Gradually I Wpressed with my middle finger forcing it farther between her labia. Then my strokes became longer so that I drew up against her clit. Then I went down again until I could feel the small bridge of skin between her pussy and ass hole. I continued these long strokes, my finger diving into her slit and then re-emerging from it each time. It occurred to me how comfortable I had become doing this. I had had 20 years of practice, from the time I was a little girl, to learn the sensitive and magical parts of a vagina and how to give female pleasure. At that moment, what I was doing to Jackie felt completely natural. I let myself be led by my instincts - instincts that were even able to tell me when Jackie was close to coming. On the next down stroke I stopped at the bottom of her slit and forced four of my fingers into her vagina. I slipped effortlessly into her, stopped only by my protruding thumb. She was so hot down there! She leaned into me and screamed into my neck as she came. The desire to penetrate her even farther consumed me, and knowing there was little more I could do with my hand, I brought my mouth down to Jackie's ear and kissed it, pressing my tongue inside her ear as much as I could. I felt Jackie's cum spill out over my hand and wrist, some dripping onto the seat. I pulled out from her and as she looked at me I was reminded of how she had previously licked my cum from her fingers. I brought my hand to my face - it was covered in her cream and I could see it glisten in the light reflecting off the movie screen. Her fragrance was like a bouquet to me. Consumed by lust for her, I took all four fingers into my mouth and tasted another woman for the first time. Jackie tasted so sweet on my fingers and I drank her down. I savored each pearl bead like a person stranded in a desert would savor drops of water. Jackie and I cuddled together on the crack between our stadium seats. The last minutes of the movie went far too quickly - I never wanted to leave that movie theater. As we were exiting with the crowd, I felt a hand touch my rear. I leaned back slightly pressing myself into her. Each time I took a step down the stairs, I felt her breasts rub against my back as she would descend after me. Then I would lean my rear back into her crotch. At the bottom of the stairs as I turned the corner, I gasped as I saw it wasn't Jackie who was behind me, the two girls sitting to my right during the movie had slipped in line. I turned completely red at the thought that she had seen what Jackie and I did. She just smiled at me. -THE END- (Look for Part 2 cuming soon which will detail what happened with the ladies after they returned from the movie) by Ginny Walker, 2002 wcollege2001@yahoo.com Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001 __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. 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