Exhibitionism in a Restaurant

Partly based on a woman whom I saw in a restaurant in Prague. This happened years ago, but I never forgot her.

I had chosen a restaurant on a recommendation from a client. Skylights filled the room with natural light, and climbing plants twined up to the ceiling. I sipped on my gin and tonic. The tonic was some artisan brand,which perfectly complemented the Hendricks gin. It was garnished with wafer thin slices of cucumber and fragrant pink rose petals. I've always taken a pride in my preference for and insistence on beauty. I would be coming here again. I use the gin and tonic as a sort of barometer. But it was a distraction from my impatience. I had told my girl to be here at 5:30pm precisely.Ridiculously early, I know, but it was a little leniency which I knew would soothe her: few people dine at this hour, so the place would be quiet. I would be pushing her boundaries tonight. All night.

Ah.

She wore her long, wool coat, the deep wine tone setting off her lightly tanned skin. I observed the stilettos she wore, which she walked in effortlessly. It had taken months of drilling, but my god it was worth it. The waiter who had greeted her asked if he might take her coat. Her cheeks flushed,and her eyes met mine. I fixed my gaze on her, and nodded. She unfastened the  three buttons holding the garment closed over her slim torso, and allowed the young man to remove it.

Beneath, she wore a dress which was simply extraordinary. It barely covered her pert arse and dipped low between her tits in the front. The dress (such as it was) shimmered with sequins, which almost completely covered the fabric underneath. Almost. I noted that the dress itself was somewhat see through: not very obviously, but perhaps one could spy a dark nipple when the light hit her just right. In a more respectable dress, the effect would have been superbly subtle, but in this number, better suited to a dancer in a music video, she looked delightfully slutty. The waiter's eyes bugged, hardly believing what he had unveiled. She turned and thanked him mildly, and began her descent down the stairs. Mmm. There are few things I enjoy more than watching a woman who knows how to move walking downstairs. The place was nearly empty, but every eye in the place focussed on her, pair by pair. I spotted a teenage boy who looked like he had won the lottery, a disapproving doyenne with  her husband smirking approval, and one of the wait staff, a slim, wiry male. He didn't belie any emotion; he merely observed her, his black eyes fixed on her.Then his eyes moved over to me. He nodded at me, barely. Meeting his gaze, I raised my glass a few millimetres. He smiled, and strode across to my table,pulling out my girl's seat for her. She sat down gracefully, despite her clear embarrassment. I took her hand and kissed it gently.

"Would you like to order any drinks?" asked the waiter, passing us menus as if from nowhere.

"We'll have two more gin and tonics, please." He scrawled it in his notebook and shimmered away. I ran my eyes over her. The blush extended as far as I could see, but her large dark eyes met mine. They shimmered with excitement, almost as bright as her dress. She passed a flat box across the table to me. I opened it, finding a remote control.

“Good girl,” I said, and switched on the vibe which she wore in her thong to a low, teasing hum. Her lips quivered. The waiter soon returned with our drinks. I ordered hors d'oeuvres for us both. He seemed unfazed by my taking control of the situation,confirming my suspicions about him being a kinky bastard. He would be a useful ally. The food was excellent, but I don’t remember too much of it, I’m afraid.My attention was all on my beautiful glittering slut, her legs pulsing together seemingly without her noticing, her nipples prominent beneath the sequins. She had difficulty concentrating on her meal. I gave her a little slap on the thigh, to remind her to try to act naturally as far as possible. She straightened her back and daintily brought the food to her lips. I love watching her mouth. I had plans for it.

Between courses, I popped a steel butt plug in her little clutch purse. She watched me, nodded, and walked to the bathroom. From the way the vibe had her squirming in her seat, I guessed she would have little difficulty lubricating the plug. The view of her sashaying to the bathroom on those heels, her lovely arse swaying under that obscene dress, was a joy to see. I glanced around, enjoying the stares she was attracting. The quietness of the restaurant made her almost more exposed, the attentions of the other diners so much more intimate.

I was impressed by her composure as she returned, just in time for our mains. The waiter didn’t miss the little “clink” as she sat down.Up till now he had been impassive, but now he raised his eyebrows at me,smiling. “Enjoy your meal,” he murmured, then actually winked at her. I liked him. I don’t typically share my toys, but I don’t mind others looking. An idea began to form. I nudged up the vibration a little. Together with the plug in her exquisitely sensitive arse, I knew she would be reaching her edge. I needed to slap her lovely thighs a few more times to get her to finish her dinner.Poor old me.

I’m not sure how much of her penne pesto she tasted, but finally she took her final bite and demurely sipped her water. I caught the eye of our waiter (I planned to call the management later to commend his excellent service) and mimed a scribble in the air, requesting the bill. He nodded, and came to clear our table.

“Are you sure I can’t tempt you with dessert, sir?”

“Would you like anything?” I asked her. She shook her head,and the waiter left for the bill.

“Wrong answer.”

I pushed up the vibrator to its highest setting. I could hear faint buzzing under the table, and fancied I could smell her arousal. She couldn’t conceal her orgasmic gasp, which arrived just as the waiter returned with the bill in a small leather folder. He glanced at her, but was otherwise a model of professionalism. I glanced at the bill and transferred some bills from my wallet, including a generous tip for our friend. I looked at my girl, post orgasmic glow tempering her humiliation.

“Would you mind kicking in on the tip, dear.” She immediately realised what I was asking. She glanced around, and then unfastened the  halter top of her dress. Her firm, tanned tits capped with their brown nipples were displayed to the leering waiter for a second, then covered again,a charming blush infusing her cheek.

We walked up the stair, then she held her arms out and allowed the waiter to slip her coat onto her. I nodded to him, and he grinned. I walked fast, almost making her stumble on her heels to keep up. I pulled her into a dark, secluded alley, which connected to the main road. Anyone who cared to glance at the right angle would see us. I pushed her to her knees, not caring about her outfit or comfort at this point, pulled out my aching,throbbing cock, and shoved it down her throat. She gagged, but I held inside her, knowing she would adjust to it. It felt amazing to fuck her mouth to orgasm, feeling her tongue and throat almost milking the cum out of me. I delivered my first rope of cum straight into her belly, then fired the rest over her face and tits. I snapped a picture of her, kneeling in the alley dressed like a whore, painted with my cum. I leaned over, kissing her lips gently and smoothing my cum into her skin. Not entirely, though. I made her wear my essence publicly as we walked to my car. The evening had begun in fine style.

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Massage

It had been a rough day. I had to field complaint after complaint at work, I had a gnarly headache and worst of all, anxiety disorder made me feel like a caged animal. It was more a sense of not giving a toss anymore, than any feelings of curiosity or arousal, that made me make the appointment. I just wanted to feel good.

When I arrived, I instantly felt better. A melange of essential oils lightly perfumed the air, and soft music was playing. The receptionist gave me one of those smiles which lights up the world. She handed me a soft bathrobe, a towel, and a basket for my clothes, before pointing me to the shower. Once I had stripped off my clothes and stepped under the hot spray, I felt quite a bit better. The intensity of the water pressure and bright spotlights made me feel acutely awake. I towelled off, put on the robe and entered the treatment room.

He was waiting. I shed my robe, baring myself to the stranger completely. I felt a little exhibitionist thrill. I stepped over to the massage table and lay face down.

“How can I help you today?”

“I want to feel good. And relaxed.”

“I see. Robe on or off?”

“Off,” I said firmly. He untied the sash of his silk robe, patterned like a kimono but not as structured, and revealed himself to me. I felt a sudden squeeze in my midsection. Of course, this was a classy establishment, I wasn’t paying for anything but a full body massage. It was okay though. Viewing him standing like a burnished statue was good enough. His large, long fingered hands stretched and flexed, preparing himself. I put my face in the face rest and nearly salivated at the sight of his cock. He was fully flaccid, but his cock was perfect. Long, cut, and caramel skinned with a lighter pink head. I longed to take it between my lips.

I closed my eyes in relief as I felt his hands on me. He stroked my back, using slow, light strokes, lubricating my back with frankincense scented oil and assessing my tension levels. The experience of coming in, scrubbing off the day’s dirt and seeing this beauty had done a great deal to help me unwind, but I felt him gently palpating my neck and lower back. I crooned gratefully as he increased the pressure on my lumbar area, opening and releasing the knots resulting from poor posture at a desk job. He moved up to my shoulders, and then spent a little eternity on my neck, kneading the muscle fibres until they lengthened and relaxed.

After these preliminaries, he swooped his hands down to my bum. My legs separated for him, hopefully. He massaged each globe in turn, before wrapping my legs in his hands and gently rubbing them up and down. His hands on my inner thighs made me even more aware of the glowing sensation in my pussy, generating a new tension I longed for him to release.

“Turn over.”

I obeyed. My nipples were hardened to stiff nubs. His face was impassive, as he moved behind me and began to work on the anterior part of my shoulders, working down my arms, soothing tension I hadn’t noticed up till then. I longed for him to touch my breasts, not realising I was arching my back to push them towards him, until his hand, softly pressing on my belly, made me relax. The massage up to this point had been relaxing, but now my breathing had released.

“Would you like me to continue with a breast massage and release?” he said. He spoke so impassively, he might have been offering me a cup of tea.

“Oh god, yes” I replied. For the first time, he smiled. I was amazed at how his face, which resembled ancient statuary, transformed. He looked puckish and playful.His hands touched my tits, feather light, then gently cupping, testing my pressure threshold, and finding no objection in my reactions, began a slow, wonderful, massage. He took one breast in both hands, at its base where it joined my body, and slid his hands to the tip, ending with a little pinch on the nipple. The pressure was delicious. I felt warm, drowsy and relaxed, but also incredibly horny. It wasn’t a desperate, hungry feeling though, more like a wonderful glow of arousal. I was ready for him to start touching my clit whenever he was ready, but for now I savoured the feeling of him squeezing my breasts, my cunt spasming at each touch on my nipples.

My eyes shot open as I felt his hand gently cupping my pussy. His fingertips parted my lips, then pulled upwards to my clit, which was protruding with arousal. He began to swirl his fingers around it, sometimes alternating with a brisk rubbing motion which brought me thrillingly close after the first few iterations. I wanted to feel him inside me when I came, at least his fingers, so I moaned a little and parted my legs. He interpreted my wordless request, sliding in one thick but elegantly tapered finger from his other hand. It was swiftly followed by another, and then three fingers were inside me, angled inwards exerting pressure on my G spot. The addition of his remaining fingers just on the rim of my nether hole was almost too much.

He kept me there, right on the edge, until my eyes opened and I weakly pleaded for him to let me come. Then he did something wholly unexpected: he leaned over and took my nipple into his mouth. The suction of his full lips, combined with the taboo nature of what he was doing, not to mention his expert attentions to my cunt, made me cum with incredible intensity, squirting so hard some fluid landed on his thighs, He adjusted his movements to my spasms, heightening it for me. When I was spent, he quietly replaced his robe, and walked to the anteroom. He returned with a steaming mug of tea for me. God, I love Britain.

“You look like you needed that.” The cheeky smirk was back.

“You have no idea.”

Pride March

Nancy pulled on her pink frilly knickers, a tie dyed rainbow shirt which she tied at her waist, rainbow knee socks and her comfy black Doc Martens. She sprang out the front door, waved to her neighbours (the nice old lady and the not-nice old lady) and set off to the Pride march. On her way, she saw many other people dressed in similarly bright and revealing apparel.

As she waited for the march to start, she got started chatting to two cute boys. She noted with delight that they both wore bisexual pride flags, striped pink, lavender and blue, in their lapels. One introduced himself as Nick and the other said:

“Call me Wolf.”

“Why? Is that your name?”

“He’s really called Sebastian.”

“You can see why I prefer my surname. The full atrocity is Sebastian St. John Wolf.”

“OK, then. Wolf,” said Nancy.

The march continued through the park, up the main street and then to a carnival in the city square. Nancy roamed around, talking to various friends and acquaintances. But she found herself talking to the two more often than she expected. Nick was a tall, red haired, broad shouldered boy who wouldn’t have been out of place at the prow of a Viking warship. And Wolf was indeed of lupine character, with the fey deference suited to an English public school boy, tempered with a wicked, dark deep, tobacco roughened laugh. Both stimulated such different responses in her. For Nick, she felt awed by his height and intelligence but completely safe, by the way he spoke respectfully and gently guided her away from the rougher and drunker element with his hand on the small of her bare back.

Wolf, however, with his wicked black eyes rimmed with kohl, and his lithe chest bare but for silky hair and tattoos, inspired rather different feelings. On one hand, his chatty banter made her feel at home with him, like they’d been friends for years. But something a little odd in how his eyes darted over her body, in how his eyes smiled when he caught her doing the same, made their conversation somehow not as light as it sounded to eavesdroppers.

The festival was gearing down. The two asked Nancy if she’d like a glass of cognac, and she agreed. She wondered what they had planned for post cognac entertainment...

“So you’ve been single for a couple of years then?”

“Yeah.” Nick shrugged.

“That must be hard.”
“Single, not celibate.”

“Only with guys though,” Wolf added. “His bi stamp’s well out of date. Kiss him, Nancy!”

“Wolf, you’re pissed!” cried Nancy, as her blood rushed to her cheeks.

“Go on, kiss him.”

“Wolf, er...”

“He needs his bi card stamped!”

Nick leaned in so Nancy could see that the blue of his irides were flecked with copper.

“This is the fastest and most painless way of shutting him up.” His soft, warm lips touched hers. His kiss was so soft and teasing, when he separated from her, she immediately followed his lips to continue. He cupped her face, kissing her for a second more, before glancing at Wolf.

“Do I need to fill out a form or anything? For this card stamping?”

“One eye witness is all that’s needed.” Wolf replied, giving a demon like smirk to Nancy, who refused to let Nick go and was stroking his firm body, seemingly in a trance.

Nancy relaxed back against Nick’s strong chest, stretching her neck out so Nick could kiss and nibble at her. His strong hands explored her as she had before, but never quite stroking her tits which ached for his attentions. For his part, Wolf lay prostrate and began kissing her creamy thighs, left bare between underwear and socks, kissing the inner thigh and up over the top, but avoiding her most sensitive parts.

The two continued to stroke and kiss and tease her body until she was moaning and arching her back.Wolf could see her cute knickers  beginning to soak through. His body flowed into cat position, with his nose tip touching hers. He saw Nick’s eyes had half closed, and his hips were gently bucking against hers. He knew that she must be feeling Nick’s long shaft pushing between her buttocks, frotting in a way which pulled at her underwear, making it squeeze against all her vulnerable spaces. Together with his hard, strong hands exploring her... well, Wolf knew how it felt. He watched Nick’s hands advancing beneath her shirt, soon revealing her bare tits. She gasped as he brushed the brown nipples and mocha coloured flesh with his fingertips. Wolf leaned in and gently sucked a nipple into his mouth. He began stroking her pussy over her underwear, longing to push his fingers deep into her and give her a little taste of how he was going to fuck her.

She answered his unasked questions by grasping the garment at the hips, and slowly pulling it down over her legs. Wolf caught his breath when she revealed herself, her full lips covered in soft, trimmed hair, her clit protruding from between them, seemingly begging for the touch of lips or tongue. Nick had seemed lost in a reverie of gentle kisses and strokes and soft undulation, but when he lifted her shirt over her head, she suddenly felt vulnerable, nude before these two strong, fit boys, either of whom could have pinned her with one hand.

“Um, things are going a little fast...”

“Oh, fuck. I’m sorry...”

“I just think I’d feel better if you guys were naked too.”

Neither were anything loath to shed the rest of their clothes, stripping to their underwear, before displaying themselves for Nancy’s approval. She had to choke back a squeal of glee, seeing the two nude boys lying back, hard and ready for her. Nick’s was leaking a tiny drop of precum; Nancy licked it away with the tip of her tongue, then smiled and gave Wolf a little kiss on his tip when he rolled over to demand her attentions.

“Wait. You don’t get to stick that delicious cunt in my face and not let me taste it. Lie down and get on with stamping his bi card, and spread those legs for me.”

Nancy obediently wrapped her lips around the long shaft, ringed with auburn fur, which Nick eagerly pressed into her face. She licked away all the fluid created by the delicious friction he had created against her arse, then started sucking, creating gentle suction against him with her mouth, taking him as far into her mouth as she could.

Meanwhile Wolf was similarly sucking on Nancy’s juicy clit, and moving his two thick forefingers inside her cunt. His cock twitched as he felt just how wet and hot she was, and how strongly she clenched around him. But he had designs elsewhere. He withdrew the fingers, continuing his lazy tongue movements on Nancy’s clit which kept her teasingly close to cumming, and began to stroke them against her dark arsehole. Nancy had her mouth full, but he tapped her face.

“Do you like what I’m doing?”

Nancy took a few seconds to gasp “Don’t stop” before Nick slammed back in, fucking her face hard and fast, on the edge. Wolf smirked and continued, running the fingers wet with Nancy’s own juices into her arse. He could feel her pulse, and the spasms of her muscles as her orgasm began to explode inside her. He kept licking, slow and gently, as she gasped, Nick pulling out of her throat to cum over her tits. He leaned back to her, licking up Nick’s cum and kissing her with their tastes commingled on her lips. Wolf felt his cock throb painfully as she enthusiastically licked every drop from his lips.

Wolf let them be for a few minutes, enjoying the naked cuddle puddle.

“Nancy... would you mind awfully if I flipped you over and fucked you like a choirboy?” The words seemed as good as any to introduce the subject.

“You mean up the arse?! I’m not sure...”

“Aw, but you loved it so much when I fingered you there...”

“Nancy. I wouldn’t turn down a fuck from this boy. And I’m a picky bastard.” said Nick, running his fingers through her hair.

“You’ve done it with him?”

“Well, there are the nights we don’t pull and then we have to revert to each other. But he’s great for an inaugural experience.”

“Well... if you lube me up really well...”

“You haven’t been lubed” [he kissed her] “before you’ve been lubed up by me.” He strolled over to a chest of drawers, and returned with armsful of sex toys, condoms and lube. He dropped them on the bed, and returned to Nancy and Nick’s arms. He slid his fingers along Nancy’s still soaking slit, feeling her arch into his chest, moaning appreciatively. He kissed her neck, and whispered in her ear.

“Now this is why I could never spurn females. Gotta love that lack of refractory period.”

Nancy giggled. Nick quietly reached over, took a small plug, sheathed it in a condom and applied a generous blob of lube. As Wolf gently stroked her neck and pudenda, Nick slowly pushed in the tiny plug, no thicker than his thumb, into Nancy’s orifice. He felt a slight resistance, before her arse swallowed the plug up. He switched his attentions to her tits, gently rolling her nipples between his fingertips. Nancy felt a little shiver up her spine at the coldness of the lube, but before long, she began to want something a little more in her. Nick prepared the next size up, and Nancy opened her eyes as she felt the swap.

“That’s a bit big, but it feels ok.”

“You’d be surprised at what you can take, if you’re slow and use plenty of lube. Ain’t that right Wolf?”  Wolf grunted his assent. By now he had started biting Nancy’s neck lightly, gradually applying more pressure, looking for her pain boundaries. Nancy was so enjoying their twin attentions that she barely paid attention to this statement.

“OK, I’ll take over. Nick, you take over cuddling duty. Or maybe you can give him another of your blowjobs, Nancy.”

“I’m still recovering from the first, mate.” Nick lay back, letting Nancy lie prostrate on top of him. Wolf took out his favourite of the collection, a large, rainbow coloured dildo which was easily as big as his cock. He applied a condom, then applied a generous amount of lube to its tip and some to Nancy for good measure. When she applied its tip to her, she glanced over her shoulder and widened her eyes at the sight of the thing Wolf planned to put in her.

“Jesus...”

“If I can take it, you can take it. We’ll go super slow. And once we’ve done with Rainbow Cock,  you’ll be more than ready for me. And I [kiss] am more than ready [kiss] for you.”

The sound of his warm, rich voice in her ear, together with the feeling of Nick’s strong arms around her, removed her trepidation. She moaned in delight as he pushed the dildo into her, inch by inch. When he had it in half way, he began fucking it back and forth, moving it into her a little more each time. She started bucking her hips, until the whole thing was inside her.

“Now it’s my fucking turn.” said Wolf. He had taken every care in preparing her, but now he was going to enjoy what was his. Every part of her.

He slid into her hot cunt, fixing his gaze on her. He savoured every inch as he pushed into, hardly able to believe that fucking this gorgeous pussy was only foreplay. Nancy moaned, long and low. Her cunt had been almost neglected up to this point, and it felt incredible to have him sliding against her swollen tissue. Nick reached down and began to stroke her tits again, occasionally pinching the nipples gently, then harder. Wolf continued, then pulled out and spat

“Turn over.”

Nancy flipped over obediently. Wolf lined up his sheathed, dripping cock with her arse, and pushed until the thick head popped in, prompting a squeal of delighted shock from Nancy. He paused for a second, before settling into a slow, easy rhythm. He savoured the feeling of her bum pushing against his thighs, and her tight hole gripping on him. He reached underneath her, took a tit in each hand, and started fucking her for real, as hard as he would fuck her cunt. Nancy was consumed with the sensation of him filling her. All too soon, Wolf was gasping from the intensity of his orgasm. He pulled out and collapsed into the pile of bodies, adoring the contrast between Nick’s pale, hard body and Nancy’s soft brown curves.

It was late, much later than they had expected. Of course, Nick and Wolf insisted that Nancy stay over.

Anal initiation

“What did he say?” Anna fixed her eyes on her old friend, in that way that had always made her spill whatever secret she was trying to keep.

“He said... he wanted... anal...” muttered Taylor, trailing off at the end and blushing scarlet.

“So what did you say?”

“No, obviously. Then he said I was a prude, and a daddy’s girl, and... ohhh. I don’t want to talk about it any more.”

Anna was stroking Taylor’s shoulders, and found her hands tensing up, almost squeezing too hard. She breathed deep to keep her body in check. That little bastard, trying to pressure her into something she didn’t want to do.

“OK, the problem here is that you made your boundaries clear, and he walked up and pissed on them. Tay, that’s not...”

“But then I got thinking. And part of the reason I was attracted to him was to shed the part of me that... doesn’t want to. I do want to. Well, it’s more the idea of doing something taboo.” Taylor was sitting cross legged on the bed, gazing away from Anna out of the window. Though she was avoiding eye contact, Anna could sense her determination.

“But it’s for the wrong reasons. Look...”

“So I was thinking. Maybe you could show me.”

“...”

Unusually, Anna found herself speechless. Her friend was propositioning her for sex? After all these years? She had to say no, obviously. Taylor was feeling vulnerable, it would be unthinkable to take advantage of her.

But Taylor always looked before she leaped. Even when she was leaping into something a little wild...

“Are you sure, Tay?”

“Well, I think so.”

“Well, if I’m doing anything you don’t like, speak up, ok?”

Anna had been in similar situations with apparently straight girls before, and she usually had no difficulty with helping a girl explore, especially cute redheads with freckles and white underwear. But they were usually both quite drunk, and they usually weren’t childhood friends. Anna felt uncharacteristically shy and unsure how to proceed.

“Here. Maybe a glass of wine will help,” Taylor said, and pulled a bottle of cheap white from her handbag. Anna smirked at her: it was the brand they had selected as having the best alcohol:taste:price ratio. The study had been a culmination of working together to their strengths: Anna with her dedication to drunken mayhem, Taylor with her love of gathering data and applying appropriate statistical techniques.

“I don’t have any glasses.”

“We can drink out the bottle. Or we can pour it on each other and lick it off. Isn’t that what lesbians do?”

“Sometimes...” Anna muttered, flushing at the idea of wine flowing over Taylor’s lovely breasts.

Taylor leaned back on Anna’s lap. It was a position they often assumed when watching TV. Anna gave herself a little internal shake. “Get a grip of yourself.” Taylor was extremely hot, and one of her personal tenets was not to turn down a hot person because of stupid things like common sense and trepidation. It didn't work, she was still terrified. She and her friend had practised kissing together, a long time ago. And they had always had open discussions about masturbation and sex (Anna knew when Taylor was going to lose her virginity before the gentleman in question did). But stripping her naked and making love to her beautiful body, and introducing her to the world of anal pleasure... it was a different proposition to say the least.

Her thoughts slowly unsnarled themselves, and relaxed like ripples gradually disappearing on a placid lake. Taylor had started to massage her shoulders and neck. That girl sure knew how to use her hands... she would make a good lesbian. Anna allowed Taylor to smooth out the knots in her upper back, then lay on her front, asking her to massage the rest silently. Taylor straddled her ("!" thought Anna) and began to work on her lumbar region. Anna had terrible posture, so the attention to her tortured lower back released moans of relief and gratitude. Taylor went on massaging until she could detect no more tension in her friend, and noticed that her breathing had become slower and deeper.

The wine and massage had done their work. Taylor rolled Anna over, revealing the smirk she recognised as the sign that she was on the rampage. Anna placed her hands on Anna's waist, returning the lower back massage. She gazed up at Taylor's body, all creamy skin and freckles in her smart, conservative blouse. It felt completely natural to sit up, and kiss her. Taylor kissed back joyfully, grabbing her friend's back and squeezing a little. They kissed for a little eternity, stroking each other all over, exploring, running hands through each other's hair.

Taylor stood up for a second and removed her blouse. Slowly. Anna gazed, hypnotised by each button popping open. When her soft, beautiful breasts were revealed, Anna moaned a little. Taylor smiled, turned her back and leaned over, pulling away her trousers as she did so. Her bum loomed into view, covered with cute little boyshorts. The sight of her arse flaring out just so from her hips, and the way her shy friend was taking charge of the situation, drove Anna wild. She undid the clasp of her bra, and ran her tongue down her spine. Taylor gasped in surprise at this action. It seemed so... wanton, like Anna was hungry for her and couldn't wait to taste her. Her bra slid off, and Taylor turned round, allowing Anna to take one pale, sensitive nipple into her mouth, rolling the other between her fingertips. Taylor moaned so loud that she felt briefly paranoid the neighbours would hear. But she was soon beyond caring, as Anna sucked as much of her breast into her mouth as she could, tracing her other hand down, tracing the roundness of her belly, before touching her, gossamer soft, on her pussy.

Taylor sat back down on the bed, her parted legs showing how rapidly she was dampening in response to her friend's attentions.

"Your turn to get naked."

Anna obligingly pulled her top up-- she wore no bra, so Taylor was immediately delighted by the sight of her tanned tits, her areolae plum with paler pink points. She gave one a lick, and was rewarded by a moan. Anna removed her skirt, and then her underwear. Taylor was inexperienced with girls, so was rather shocked at the intense craving she felt when Anna exposed her cunt. She wanted to taste her, fondle her, feel her spasm around her fingers. She had almost entirely forgotten she was here for a gentle introduction to anal. She was sure they would get around to it, but not before she had touched and licked and stroked every inch of this luscious creature’s body.

Anna took control again, kissing her friend deeply, relishing the feeling of their tits against each other. She pulled Taylor’s underwear down her legs, revealing her entirely. Taylor spread her legs instinctively, but Anna didn't immediately dive to taste her (as she would have done, she admitted to herself). Instead she gazed at her lying spread and innocent on her bed. Taylor felt suddenly very exposed and vulnerable.

"You're so beautiful. I can't believe you're naked in my bed."

"I know I said I wanted anal instructions, but..."

"... that's not all? Don't worry, I intend to give your bum the time of its life. But I'll be giving that to the rest of you too, babe."

Taylor purred as Anna turned her attentions back to her tits, sucking each nipple alternately for a few seconds. Her hand stole back down to her crux, sliding between her lips, feeling the wetness of her cunt and scooping the wetness back to her noticeably swollen clit. She rubbed at it in slow, teasing circles. The combination was delicious. Taylor allowed her mind to empty. The fingers of Anna's other hand reached into Taylor's cunt, crooked, and stroked at her G spot. The feeling of the other woman's hands and mouth as well as the excitement brought Taylor to the edge. At first she couldn't breathe, such was the intensity, but then she started gasping and bucking, letting Anna know her appreciation by coming around her fingers. When she opened her eyes, Anna was grinning at her.

"So you liked that, huh?"

"Y... yes"

"That just the hors d'oeuvre. No, that was just the bread they bring round beforehand."

Taylor smiled wide.

"You didn't touch me there. And I didn't get to taste you."

"You want to... go down on me? Wow, that's some advanced lesbianism. I thought you just wanted your anal cherry popped in a secure environment?"

"Aw, Anna. I don't know. I just know what I want to do."

"Well, like I said, we've only barely begun. Haven't you got a nine o'clock lecture tomorrow morning?"

"I'll be very disappointed if I'm in any condition to make it."

Anna chuckled.

"OK. So you want to go down on me. May I suggest ze soixant neuf? Ze soixant neuf, weeth a tweest!"

"Enough of the stupid accent, you fanny."

The banter was interspersed with Anna positioning them into the classic position, with Taylor on top. Taylor squeaked in joy at the sight of her friend's treasure. It was slick with wetness, though it hadn't yet been touched. The hair was closely trimmed, and she had a sharp, barely musky scent. Taylor leaned in to taste her first woman.

Anna let out a silent scream as her friend tongued her, experimentally, curiously, but more and more greedily. Taylor’s wet cunt and nether hole, suspended temptingly above Anna’s lips, twitched in arousal at the taste and feel of her. Anna slid a finger in her cunt to better feel her contractions before withdrawing and circling that finger around her arse.

“Oh, that feels weird. Not in a bad way, just different...” said Taylor, her words rather muffled and indistinct.

Anna said nothing-- she had far better things to do with her tongue. She ran it up and down Taylor’s slit, tasting the moisture that came from the orgasm she had given her, and her excitement at tasting her best friend and then slid her tongue higher, until its tip was teasing around Taylor’s hole.

Anna noticed the sensations on her clit dissipating, as Taylor concentrated on these new sensations. Anna went on tenderly licking around the rim, hearing Taylor’s little gasps of disbelief and amazement. Then, tired of messing around, she ran her tongue into her arsehole as deep as it would go. Anna felt the muscles of the shocked woman spasm around her, but she started fucking her slow and deep with her tongue. Taylor started moaning, easily loud enough to be heard through the thin walls, but to hell with her flatmates. Anna started stroking Taylor’s clit again, the way that had been tried and tested last time, and with her remaining hand reached down and grabbed a niipple, roughly pinching and squeezing until Taylor moaned out her second, even larger orgasm. Anna kept her hand gently moving on her friend’s pussy until the contractions of her orgasm subsided.

“Fucking... fuck.” said Taylor. Considering she barely said “damn”, Anna thought that indicated that she had enjoyed her experience, together with her collapsing on top of her. The buxom girl was squashing her rather, but she wouldn’t complain for anything.

“So you liked that then?”

“Kiss me,” replied Taylor. “She’s insatiable” thought Anna, not unhappy. She kissed her friend with abandon, their tongues sliding over one another and their teeth clashing, as they shared and enjoyed each other’s flavours. The kiss became gradually more tender, until they came to, lying in bed, gently stroking each other’s hair.

“You didn’t come.”

“I barely care, that was in-fucking-credible.”

“But I want you to come, my love...” Anna’s heart almost stumbled at the words, my love. My love, my love, echoed in her ear. How could she say no to such an angel?. Anna turned round so that Taylor was spooning her, and guided her hand to her cunt, still wet from their travails. Taylor began to rub her clit, using a fast but light motion that took Anna’s breath away. She reached the edge unusually quickly, spasming at Taylor’s touch, before falling back into her arms. The feeling of her full tits on her back and her arms around her, was bliss. All her worries seemed somehow far away and inconsequential.

“I could never move again,” said Anna.

“We don’t have to, till morning,” replied Taylor, kissing her nape.