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We’ll Always Have Paris-1When the taxi lurched to a sudden stop, Diana nearly fell off the back seat.”Voila!” the driver said, his right hand gesturing at the hotel entrance.Not much of an entrance, Diana thought. Well, she’d wanted the Left Bank and now she had it. When she climbed out of the taxi, she could see the St. Germain des Pres church up ahead, which made her feel much better. The hotel might be small, but at least here she was in the midst of youthful memories.The driver happily carried her two bags into the hotel entrance, and when he returned she tipped him, he tipped his cap, they smiled at each other, and at last she entered the hotel to begin her weekend in Paris.She wanted it. A weekend away from Michael and that stuffy conference in Rome. Three days alone in Paris was just what she needed before returning to reality in New York. Everyone had their city of dreams, and for her it was Paris. This was her first time back in f******n long years, and she was already electrified by the place.The lobby of the hotel was minuscule, another woman, evidently a new guest, standing unattended at the desk with her luggage at her side. Diana’s luggage sat nearby under a rubber plant.The other woman turned, looked at Diana and said. “Do you speak English? He was here just a moment ago, then he said he’d be back in a moment and he left.”Diana smiled. “It’s not the Ritz, is it? But it’s quite comfortable. I stayed here once years ago and I liked it.”The woman seemed relieved. She was an attractive woman in a sleeveless green dress, short brown hair and brown eyes. American, obviously. A pleasant voice with the drawl of the South. But something bothered Diana about this woman, and suddenly she realized what it was: the woman reminded her of Marion. An older Marion, but still Marion. Of course it couldn’t be. But the reminder was disconcerting.”Well, that’s good news,” the woman said. “This is my first trip to Paris and I had to make the reservation here from Frankfurt in a hurry and nothing else seemed available. At least that’s what the tourist agency in Frankfurt told me.” Then she smiled and held out her hand. “Anyway, my name’s Susan and I’m happy to meet another American here.”Diana shook her hand briefly. “I’m Diana. Do you have friends here?””Oh no, I don’t know a soul in Paris. I’m here on a lark just for the weekend.”Diana smiled. “Well, so am I. Where are you from in the States?””Charleston, South Carolina.””Pretty town.”Susan beamed. “Yes it is. So you’ve been there.””Years ago. I’m from New York.”At that moment the hotel-keeper arrived, muttering something in French, then smiling at the women. Diana stood by as Susan registered and handed over her passport. Yes, Susan did look like Marion. The same soft brown hair and luscious figure. Diana felt a sudden sadness at all the years that had passed without any knowledge of Marion. And now this woman reminding her of Marion in a flash, making her think of Marion again after all these years.When Susan finished at the desk, Diana said: “Since we’re both here, if you’ve nothing planned for this evening, why don’t we have dinner together?”Susan gave her a broad smile. “Oh, I’d love that.”I’m going to LOVE Paris!”Susan spun around on her toes as she made her announcement to her room.She had kicked her shoes off and all but danced around the room. She was so glad she had decided to come. The city was beautiful, the day was still young and she had already made a new friend. How delightful!It was a shame that Dan wasn’t here. They had planned this getaway for months. Although they had taken the c***dren with them before as they explored Germany, this was to have been a weekend just for the two of them. Damn the Army. Well, it wasn’t the first time her soldier husband had been called away at no notice and she knew it wouldn’t be the last.At the same time Susan felt… well, excited was the only word she could think of. They had already dropped the c***dren off at the Garthwood’s house when the phone rang with the alert notification. Used to it, she fixed something for him to eat, helped him get his equipment and get out the door with a kiss. After that, she had called the travel agency to inquire about cancellation. She was told that without 72 hours notice there would be no refund.So she threw caution to the winds. She snatched up her bags, called a cab and caught the flight from Frankfurt to Paris. The airline representative had got her in a taxi to the hotel. There she had finally started to think twice about her madcap rush when she was left standing by herself in the lobby. For the first time she was alone in a foreign country. She spoke very little French and suspected the good bit of German she had learned was not going to be useful.Then she met Diana. Susan almost blushed to herself, remembering asking the other woman if she spoke English. Diana had seemed so elegant, so poised. Susan had half thought she must be a Frenchwoman, with her air of sophistication. It had been wonderful to learn the taller, attractive woman was not only American, but warm and friendly.Speaking of that. Goodness, Susan looked at her watch. She needed to hurry if she was going to meet Diana on time. She slipped off the clothes she had traveled off and made for the shower. She stopped a minute as she passed the full length mirror and studied herself. She sighed. She was sure Diana didn’t have to worry about a few extra pounds around the middle. As she stepped into the shower a vagrant thought crossed her mind. She wondered what Diana looked like in the shower.”Where did that come from?” she thought. Oh well, not important. Perhaps it was that moment when Diana’s expressive face seemed to indicate she thought she knew Susan. A strange tingle ran down Susan’s body, remembering the look Diana had given her. Susan finished her quick shower and hurried to dress. When she looked through her underwear she had to laugh. Anticipating a romantic weekend she had brought sexy little things, not regular panties and pantyhose. So she donned her skimpy black lace panties and bra before wiggling into a black cocktail dress. She fixed her makeup, pulled on a pair of heels and checked the time. It was time to meet Diana. Susan smiled. This was going to be fun.As Diana dressed for dinner, but still wearing only panties and a bra, she remembered a small restaurant near Place Odeon where they could have a quiet dinner without the usual Left Bank mob breathing down their necks. She knew why; she had to admit it to herself. Because of her memory of Marion, she felt strongly attracted toward Susan. But then she realized that her attraction was really to Susan herself, and that the memory of Marion was merely a provocative footnote.You want something more than a casual acquaintance with her, Diana thought with amusement. Yes, it was true. This was Paris, wasn’t it? The city of romance. Maybe after all these years of restraint, a fling with a woman was what she needed. She’d had a few larks in college, then one serious relationship shortly before she married at the age of twenty-four. That lesbian interlude with Marion had haunted her for years.Diana knew herself. She always looked at women, found herself stimulated by the images of barely clothed attractive women common in advertising. She recognized her bisexuality, but so far she had avoided any intimacy with another woman during her marriage.Was that about to change? Why not? But then all this cogitation might be irrelevant. She knew nothing about Susan, and Susan might be horrified at the idea of any physical intimacy with another woman.Get dressed, she thought. She found fresh tights and drew them up her legs and thighs and hips. She decided to wear pants tonight, gray pin-striped pants, gray pin-striped jacket, a long-sleeve white button down shirt with sleeves so long she had to fold them back over the cuffs of the jacket. Around her neck, she tied and fluffed a black silk scarf. She slipped on a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals she had bought in Rome. Finished, at last. But when she looked at herself in the full-length mirror near the door, she wondered if the emphasis on style was overdone. But she’d brought nothing simpler than this, so it had to do. She checked her watch: they’d arranged to meet in the hotel lobby at seven, and it was time to go.Susan hurried down the hall and into the rickety elevator. She didn’t want to keep Diana waiting. It just seemed important to make a good impression on her new friend by being on time. She stepped out of the elevator as it wheezed to a halt.She almost gasped as she saw Diana. On anyone else the suit and shirt might have looked out of place, but Diana made it look kaynarca escort incredibly feminine. Diana turned and smiled at her. Susan felt that same strange tingle as Diana’s eyes seemed to travel completely over her body. Seized by a sudden impulse, Susan winked at Diana and spoke. “Hey there, I’m ready for our date. How do I look?”Susan thought she was going to die. She just knew Diana was going to think she was some kind of idiot. Instead, the other woman smiled softly and offered Susan her arm. “You look lovely Susan.” Diana escorted Susan out to the street where a taxi was already waiting. She gave the driver directions, then told Susan about the restaurant.On the way they talked. It was the usual ‘getting to know each other’ chatter. Susan talked about her husband and k**s and found out about Diana’s. They discovered they both enjoyed jazz and Diana mentioned a lovely little bistro she had been to before and suggested after dinner they go there. Susan thought again how lucky she had been to meet Diana. The more she got to know about the New York woman, the more she liked her. At the same time there seemed to be a strange undercurrent in their conversation. Susan had no idea what it was, except somehow there seemed to be a connection between them going past what one would expect of two casual acquaintances.When they reached the restaurant Diana paid the driver and got out first. It seemed only natural for her to offer Susan her hand as she slid across the seat. In clambering out Susan felt her dress ride all the way up until she realized her skimpy panties must be showing. She looked up to see Diana’s eyes fixed on her legs. Susan tugged the dress down quickly and walked in the door.As they waited to be seated Susan’s mind whirled. Did Diana really look at her legs or was Susan seeing things? Susan was not entirely inexperienced in other women. However it had been confined to some kissing and heavy petting with a couple of college friends. She had always been intrigued by the idea of finding out more but she had met and fallen in love with Dan. After that she hadn’t thought about it again. She looked at the lovely woman next to her. Surprising herself again, she realized her hand was still on Diana’s arm. Well, this was certainly going to be an interesting weekend.As they chatted their way through dinner and a bottle of wine, Diana’s thoughts were confused. What did she want? She felt a growing sexual attraction toward this woman, but she wasn’t certain whether she ought to act on it, or whether Susan felt the same way, or whether the idea was simply foolish and a result of the sex in her marriage having become so routine and predictable as to be dead and boring.Or maybe the current situation in her marriage had nothing to do with this and the crux of the matter was that she wanted to be in bed with a woman. This woman, anyway. She remembered Susan’s legs exposed, her own sudden lust as she gazed at those lovely thighs. Had Susan noticed?And now, as they talked, her eyes kept returning to Susan’s throat and breasts. Was she being too obvious? And what did she want anyway? She imagined she would have to make the first move, and she could not pretend she would be any good at that. She had no experience, at least nothing since Marion outside her imagination. Imagining women undressed was not experience. She imagined Susan’s body, the legs and thighs she had already seen, Susan’s breasts and hips. Round womanly hips. Good breasts. A quiver of excitement passed through Diana as she imagined her hands holding Susan’s breasts, her fingertips caressing the nipples before she took one in her mouth. Or Susan making love to her.She chatted with Susan about family, c***dren, the mundane aspects of life, while in her mind she imagined the two of them locked in a torrid embrace, head to toe, their mouths sucking at their cores, juices flowing as they both moaned in their pleasure. I want her, Diana thought. The question was how to get what she wanted.Susan leaned on the vanity, staring in the mirror. She held her lipstick in her right hand, poised to touch her lips. She couldn’t do it, not with her hand shaking like it was. Diana was attracted to her. More than that, Susan acknowledged, Diana was attracted to her sexually.Dinner had been lovely. The talking had barely slowed for the food. Diana had been just as sparkling and entertaining as Susan knew she would be. She had enjoyed the effort required to keep her end of the conversation on the same level as Diana’s. It was stimulating.The thing was the conversation wasn’t the only thing that was stimulating. From the moment Susan had seen Diana’s eyes on her legs getting out of the cab at the restaurant she had been confused. Confused and excited. The longer the evening had gone on the more she had realized that Diana was looking at her, perhaps not as a man looks at woman, but something even more intimate. And oh, so much more exciting.They had walked from the restaurant to the bistro. The jazz they had found they both liked was wonderful but passed them by. The tension between her and Diana had reached a point where they could hardly speak. Each look spoke of something they felt but could not bring themselves to openly acknowledge.Susan recapped her lipstick without using it. She turned to the door. As she reached for it Diana came in. They stood looking at each other, their bodies only an hand width apart. Diana, flustered, stammered “I just wanted to see if you were alright.””Yes,” said Susan, her eyes avoiding Diana’s. She lifted her head. “I think,” she hesitated. “I think I want to go back to the hotel now.”The entire ride back was spent in silence. The distance between them was slight but at the same time they seemed miles apart. Susan did not dare look at Diana. She didn’t know what she would see. She wanted to see the desire she thought was there but at the same time she could not make herself be certain she could return it.Susan’s thoughts were interrupted by the cab’s sudden stop. Inertia threw both women back against the seat, and against each other. Susan was conscious of nothing except Diana’s body. Susan managed to lean forward, paying the fare. She turned her head towards Diana. All she could do was look deep in the exquisite pair of green eyes locked on hers. She felt Diana’s warm breath on her face and then the other woman’s lips met hers.Susan closed her eyes in sheer bliss as Diana’s lips slide over hers. Still closed mouth, the kiss promised incredible things, sensual things that Susan had been dreaming of. Susan moaned. Her left hand slid around Diana’s neck. She tilted her head and both women’s lips parted. Susan gently massaged the back of Diana’s neck while her tongue tip slipped from her mouth to trace Diana’s lips.The cough of the taxi driver interrupted them. “Excuse Moi,” he hesitantly began. Susan’s eyes snapped open. She filled with a sudden panic. Scrambling backwards, she reached blindly for the door handle. She all but fell out of the door as it opened. Regaining her footing, she fled into the hotel. Ignoring the elevator, she plunged up the stairs to her, and Diana’s, floor. She fumbled the door to her room open, closed it behind her and leaned against it.Her mind whirled. What was she doing? She was a wife, she was a mother. How could she be feeling these things? How could she want to smother Diana in kisses, see their clothes fall to the floor, see them fall to the bed locked one to the other? She saw herself on Diana’s bed. Diana straddled her, nude except for her black silk scarf. In her mind’s eye she watched Diana untie the scarf, loop it around Susan’s wrists and secure them to the headboard.She shook her head to clear it. Her breathing slowed. Time to concentrate, she told herself. What is it you want here Susan? Don’t think about tomorrow, about next week, about next year. Stop being the planner, the organizer, for one minute. With that she calmed. Because she knew what she wanted was Diana.She reached down and took her heels off, carefully placing them together on the floor. Taking only her room key she walked slowly down the hallway to Diana’s room. Her heart in her throat, she tried the doorknob. It was unlocked. She slipped inside and closed the door softly behind her.Susan caught her breath. Diana was standing on the balcony, her back to the room. She was framed by the lights from the street. Her jacket was tossed over a chair, but other than that she was still fully dressed. Susan felt behind her and clicked the door lock. Diana stiffened for an instant but did not turn around.One slow step at a time Susan walked towards the other woman. She paused when she reached orhanlı escort the chair Diana’s jacket was on. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She clearly saw Diana tremble at the soft noise, and Susan trembled with her. She stepped out of her dress and carefully laid it across the jacket. Wearing only her black lace bra and panties, Susan stepped to Diana. She brushed the hair away from the back of Dina’s neck and kissed her. She slipped her arms around Diana and rested the side of her face on the other woman’s back as she pulled herself close.In the dimly lit room, Diana remained motionless, afraid that any movement on her part would break the spell and destroy what seemed to be a dream. But it was not a dream, she knew that. She had heard the door open and she’d known instantly that it was Susan. And then when she’d heard Susan undressing behind her, she realized their time of magic had begun.She turned in Susan’s arms now and kissed Susan’s mouth. Their arms around each other for the first intense contact, mouth against mouth, the kiss consumed them, a lasting kiss, a brief respite, then another long kiss. Diana was overwhelmed by excitement. The feel of Susan’s body in her arms was marvelous. Susan’s mouth had a sweet taste. The scent of her hair, her perfume, excited Diana, an excitement more intense than anything she’d felt in years.She held Susan’s face in her hands and kissed Susan’s eyes. “Don’t say a word,” Diana whispered. “Not yet.” She dropped to her knees and pulled Susan’s panties down her hips and thighs and legs, and then off her feet. Then she clutched Susan’s ass in her hands and buried her face into Susan’s small bush. She could hear the sudden intake of Susan’s breath as she breathed in the musky scent of Susan’s sex.Finally, Diana pulled her face away and rose. She led Susan to an upholstered chair, urged her to sit.Susan looked puzzled. “Diana?””No talking,” Diana said. “Not yet.”As Susan watched her in silence, Diana undressed, removed everything until she was naked. She cupped her breasts in her hands, brushed her nipples with her palms, then returned to Susan and knelt before her.Their eyes met once more, so much expressed in the silence, nothing heard but their breathing and an occasional noise from the city outside the window. Then Susan’s eyes narrowed and she seemed to understand. Diana sat on her haunches as Susan slumped back in the chair and lifted her legs over the upholstered arms. Her eyes sultry, Susan slid her hands down over the insides of her thighs before she pulled her hands away to cover her sex.Unable to remain passive any longer, Diana touched Susan’s ankles, then slowly ran her hands up Susan’s shapely legs and down the insides of her smooth thighs to her groin. Their hands met, their eyes locked, and then Susan pulled her hands away from her belly and left the field to Diana.With a gentle tug at Susan’s waist, Diana urged Susan to slide forward on the seat of the chair a bit and then pull her knees even further back. Now Susan was completely exposed, everything visible, her thighs flexed, her legs dangling over the arms of the chair, a faint blush in her face as everything was revealed to Diana’s eyes.Diana leaned forward to sniff at her first, to get Susan’s scent, to get the musk of Susan’s sex in her nose again. The mixture of natural scents and faint perfume made Susan completely alluring, completely feminine. Diana sniffed at the top of Susan’s sex and then lower down, her nose barely touching the lips. Susan’s sex looked wet, the lips gaping. Her clitoris remained covered by its hood, but the flesh around it looked engorged.Finally, Diana moved in and started licking her, the insides of Susan’s thighs first, wet licking near Susan’s sex, then lightly over the outer lips, then down again, lower down to the perineum, the sparse hairs around Susan’s anus, then back again to the slit of Susan’s sex and up to the hood of her clitoris. Fluttering touches of Diana’s tongue. Then Diana moved her face in still closer, pressed her open mouth against the cunt, a light grazing at first, then more pressure, grinding a bit, then sucking all of Susan’s cunt into her mouth, the flaps of Susan’s labia sucked in between Diana’s teeth, Diana’s tongue extended to scour the opening of Susan’s vagina.Diana’s nose was now pressed against Susan’s clitoris, and as she moved her face in all directions, her nose rubbed Susan’s clitoris, massaged the bud in its hood. Then down to the vaginal opening again, her mouth on it, her tongue scooping the fluids, mixing Susan’s juices with Diana’s saliva, sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing. Now Diana’s nose slid inside the mouth of Susan’s sex to get the full scent of her cunt, Diana’s face rotating so that her nose widened the opening, pushed in, pulled out, pushed in again. And while her nose did this, her tongue extended its full length to reach down to flutter against Susan’s anus, slide over it, tickle it, the tip of her tongue sensing the ring of the sphincter, caressing it, tapping against it, rubbing it firmly.She pulled back and gazed at the meaty cunt and pouting anus, the wetness everywhere, the clitoris now out of its hood, the lips unfurled and gaping. She moved in to kiss the perineum again, swipe the flat of her tongue over the anus and all the way up the groove of the cunt to the tip of the clitoris. Once more she buried her nose in Susan’s vagina and moved her head from side to side and around and around to widen the opening.When Susan groaned and pulled at Diana’s hair, Diana withdrew her nose from the opening and rubbed the wet tip of her nose against Susan’s clitoris, against the hood, pushing the hood back with her nose to expose the little nub. Finally she sucked the protuberance of swollen flesh into her mouth, fastened her lips on it and tugged at it as she pressed her mouth and chin more forcefully into Susan’s crotch and vigorously shook her face to bring Susan to orgasm.As Susan cried out, her thighs trembling, Diana kept her mouth locked on Susan’s sex, her lips sucking hard at Susan’s clitoris, two fingers now sliding into Susan’s pulsing vagina to feel Susan’s contractions. Finally, as Susan’s spasms lessened, Diana moved his tongue to Susan’s urethra, probed it to get some of the brine that had come to the opening during Susan’s climax. Diana sucked at it, added the drops of brine to the mix already in her mouth, and then she kissed Susan’s cunt one last time before pulling her face away from Susan’s thighs.Oh my God, Susan thought. Her whole body still shook. A vagrant thought passed through her mind. If she had known sex with another woman could be like this, she would have done this years ago.Looking at Diana, Susan knew that it was HER that gave this such meaning. A random encounter with a stranger would have never produced such a result. Susan slipped out of the chair and knelt with Diana. Her open mouth sought Diana’s. She thrilled to know she was tasting herself on the other woman’s lips, in her delicious mouth. Her arms circled Diana’s waist and tightened. As Diana responded to the kiss, Susan rose to her feet, drawing her new lover with her.This time it was her turn. Susan guided Diana to the bed, never loosing touch with her. She turned Diana and carefully pressed her down. Diana stretched her hands over her head. She remained still, offering to Susan the same freedom as Susan had given her.Susan knelt beside Diana. She looked in awe over the other woman’s body. Diana’s legs were long and firm, muscular from exercise but so completely feminine. Her breasts were not huge but were full size on a narrow torso that almost seemed too small for them. Her dark pubic thatch was neatly trimmed and Susan had to resist the urge to dive immediately to it.Instead she moved to straddle Diana. She dipped her head and brushed her lips over the tendons of the throat, then kissed the soft hollow between them. Inching her whole body down she left a wet trail as her lips crept down to the valley between Diana’s breasts. She moved her head left and slid her lips over the full mound she found. She drank Diana’s breast into her mouth, laving the nipple with her tongue as she did. She shifted right, repeating her action on the other breast. With a gleam in her eyes, she blew across both wet globes, watching in delight as the sudden chill crinkled Diana’s nipples even harder.Susan wanted to feast more there, but her body was quivering at the thought of what awaited her. She resumed the march of her lips down Diana. She felt more than heard Diana groan and shiver as she paused to tongue her navel. Then Susan was approaching the beginning of Diana’s tepeören escort sex. She didn’t even realize the small sounds of excitement she was making as her mouth opened to suck the fine droplets already caught in Diana’s hair.The taste was incredible, so like her own and yet so different. Susan nestled between Diana’s legs, stretching out on her stomach. Her hand slid under Diana, caressing the firm bottom and cupping the cheeks. She kissed the smooth, firm inside of each thigh and then brought her tongue to Diana’s pussy. She began at the very bottom of Diana’s slit. Her tongue found the moisture already accumulating there and she scooped it into her mouth. Then she flattened her tongue, wiggling it to open Diana to her and drew it up in one long stroke. She paused at the top to probe Diana’s clitoris, finding it already exposed. Then she reversed herself and at the same pace licked back down to her start point.Diana shivered against her and Susan caught the deep moan. She licked up and down again. This time she went deeper into Diana. This time her tongue was faster on the stroke. This time she swirled her tongue over the sensitive pearl. This time she was faster returning and her hands lifted Diana to her mouth. She locked her mouth over Diana and sucked the trickle of nectar into her mouth, swallowing it. She rolled her tongue stiffly and probed into Diana’s vagina, reaching inside the other woman.Susan’s head began to rock against Diana. The motions drove her tongue deeper and deeper inside, ramming through the attempts of the silky inner walls to capture her. Her fingers curled to clench on Diana’s ass and pull her up in short tugs to meet her descending head. Suddenly Diana wrapped her legs around Susan’s head, squeezing her with her strong thighs. Diana’s back arched and Susan slammed her face against Diana, mashing her clit with her nose and rubbing her face and her tongue wildly as Diana flooded Susan with her juices. The orgasm almost shook Susan loose, but she remained firm where she was, her open mouth greedily drinking her lover.When Diana finally collapsed against the bed, Susan carefully cleaned her sopping cunt. Then she crept up the bed and laid her head on Diana’s shoulder. Diana wrapped her arms around Susan, who cuddle on her side against the other woman. Without a further word they fell asleep.In the morning, Diana awakened while Susan was still asleep. Diana gazed at her new lover. How astonishing that here she was in bed with another woman, such an unexpected delight after all the years of fantasy. She remembered the evening before, the lovely reality of the lovemaking, and as the images flashed one after the other, she found herself aroused again. She turned on her back as quietly as possible, slid a hand down to her sex and started a slow rubbing of her clitoris.It was something she did nearly every morning at home after her husband left the bed. She was used to it, almost dependent on it as a way to start the day. Before long, the rubbing of her clitoris became more determined, her fingers now wet with her juices.Suddenly, Diana was aware that Susan was awake and aware of the movements of the sheet and bed. Diana immediately stopped masturbating and pulled her hand away from her belly. When she turned to look at Susan’s face, Susan seemed amused.”You don’t need to be embarrassed,” Susan said with a soft laugh. “I do it every morning, and usually more than once.””Really?””Yes, really.””We seem to have a few things in common.”Their eyes met, and Susan said: “And after last night, more than a few things.””Yes.””Do you want me to leave? I can go back to my room.””No, I don’t want that,” Diana said.”Then I’ll go into the shower and give you some privacy.””No, not that either.”Susan hesitated, her voice husky. “You want me to watch you?””Yes, would you do that?””Oh lord…””You don’t want to? would it be too gross?””But I do want to. I want it very much. Please, Diana, let me watch you.”With a sigh, her heart beating with excitement, Diana pushed the sheet down to uncover her body and slid a hand between her legs.It was all Susan could do to keep from reaching for Diana. She wanted her as badly as she had last night. But this, oh this was something so special. She remembered listening to her college roommate masturbate and trying to quietly keep up with her. But THIS!Diana stretched catlike on the bed. She brushed her hand over her already wet sex. Her other hand slid to meet that one. Her palms slowly wandered down over her thighs. They moved to the outside of her thighs. She sighed as she drew them all the way up her sides and then over her chest. She languorously caressed her breasts. Then that same hand reached between her legs.Susan thought she would actually faint from the excitement. Every tiny touch of Diana’s fingers on her smooth supple body made Susan ache. She rolled on her side, her eyes drinking in the sight of her lover pleasuring herself. Susan stretched her left leg out. She placed her foot next to that knee, her leg bent, opening herself. Squirming her left arm from under her she cupped her breast. With her other hand she rubbed circles on her stomach, moving slowly down over her mons.”Do you like this?” Diana’s soft words startled Susan. Diana’s closed eyes opened and focused on Susan.”Oh my lord, Diana. I can’t believe how erotic it is.” Susan’s thumb began to stroke slowly over her already roused nipple. “You are so beautiful.””I see you’re touching yourself, Susan.” Diana’s fingers were moving quicker between her legs. Her body was beginning to tremble. “Touch yourself for me Susan.”Susan gasped. Her hand plunged between her own legs. Her clit was already engorged and unhooded. She frantically slid her hand up and down, her fingers circling her clit. Every movement from Diana she tried to match with one of her own.Diana’s body arched and a low deep cry escaped from her lips. Susan echoed it with one of her own as spasms ran though her body. She pinched her nipple and the sensation matched with that of her fingers on her clit pushed her over the edge in a matching orgasm.”Oh my, oh MY, OH MY, Diana,” Susan gasped, barely able to breath. “I can’t… I can’t believe it. I never imagined this could feel this incredible.””Neither did I,” Diana returned. She leaned over and kissed Susan softly on the lips, the only touch they had permitted themselves.Susan’s eyes twinkled. “Now, I am going to have to take that shower.””Let’s do it together,” Diana said.Susan looked at her. “Really?””Yes, really. Why not? I’ll wash your back.”Their eyes locked, and after a long moment, Susan nodded.Diana felt her pulse racing as they walked naked to the shower together. The orgasm on the bed had been lovely, but she wanted more. She wanted Susan. She feasted her eyes on Susan’s ass as Susan climbed over the edge of tub. Lust, Diana thought. What she felt was pure lust. But also more than that. She felt close to this woman. She needed more from Susan than Susan’s body.Inside the shower, the curtain closed, the water cascading over them, Diana briefly kissed Susan’s cheek and then started soaping Susan’s back. After a few moments, she stroked with more pressure, scrubbing Susan’s back firmly from her shoulders down to the tops of her buttocks. She wanted to fondle Susan’s ass, but thought it was too soon. She did not want the shower to end. “Turn around,” Diana said. “I’ll wash your front too.” She held her breath, hoping that Susan would not reject the idea.But Susan turned to face her with a shy smile. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.”Diana slid the wet soap over Susan’s chest, washing her breasts, drawing circles around them with her hands, soaping the thick nipples. She urged Susan under the spray to rinse her breasts, and then on impulse she bent her head to briefly kiss each nipple. When she heard Susan moan, Diana took one of Susan’s breasts in her mouth and sucked it with hunger.Yes, Diana thought. After all these years…After a while Diana released the breast from her mouth and dropped to her knees in front of Susan.Looking down at Diana, Susan seemed to know what Diana wanted. Her eyes narrowed, Susan placed a foot on the edge of the tub to make herself available. Her sex opened like a tropical flower.Diana gazed at Susan’s cunt, at the exposed clitoris awaiting her, at the just visible opening of Susan’s vagina. She shifted forward, closed her mouth over Susan’s sex and started sucking. Without reserve. The hunger in her belly was too strong. She foraged in the other woman’s trough, realizing how blatant it was, how aggressive, how awful to reveal her desire like this. But she couldn’t help it. She clutched the cheeks of Susan’s ass with her hands and continued sucking and licking and sucking until Susan lifted her head and groaned under the shower spray. Diana held on until Susan’s orgasm was finished, and then she rose and she kissed Susan deeply, her tongue working against Susan’s.
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