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SHORT PIECES (Lesbian Tales)- Volume 3
OUT OF THE CLOSET
Marlene had had a long day. She was in LA for meetings concerning the sale of a large textile company. She was one of the lawyers supervising the sale. It was also a tense day since the whole procedure was nearly cancelled a few times. At 45 Marlene had a lot of experience but these things always got to her.
The final meeting in a large restaurant was finally over. Everyone was leaving. Marlene lived in a downtown hotel a few miles from the meeting. Since she didn’t need to look at her files and since she had had enough of work, she gave her briefcase to her male colleague to take back to the hotel. She decided to freshen up in the large restaurant washroom before taking a cab back to her room. She wore her usual blue business suit with a white blouse and heels. The washroom was very posh. Marlene stood in front of a wash basin and put water on her face.
“That was stressful wasn’t it ?”, a voice said behind her
Marlene turned around to face one of the secretaries who had taken short hand notes during the meeting.
“Yes it was”, said Marlene wiping her face with her silk handkerchief, “I’m sorry I forgot your name”.
“You know my name. It’s Christina. You were looking at my name plate all day…or were you looking at my tits ?”, whispered the woman smiling
“I beg your pardon!”, huffed Marlene, “I…I …wasn’t looking at your breasts”.
Christina, who was 20 years younger than Marlene, did have a rack and was very attractive. She took Marlene by the arm and led her into one of the stalls.
“We’ll be more comfortable here”, she said to Marlene who was in shock and didn’t put up any resistance to the younger woman’s move.
“I saw you staring at my rack. And I don’t buy the wedding ring”, added Christina who had gently pushed Marlene against the partition and talking into her face.
“What’s…what’s your …. your problem with my wedding ring”, stuttered Marlene who could feel Christina’s breasts pushing against hers.
“It doesn’t fit you and it’s an old style which was made before the war for God’s sake”, spitted out Christina.
“It’s my mother’s”, whispered Marlene, lowering her head, “and I WAS staring at your breasts”.
Christina planted a wet kiss on the older woman’s mouth and put her hand on her mound, pushing against the fabric of her skirt.
“Ohhhhhhh…”, moaned Marlene
Christina took off Marlene’s jacket and hung it on the hook of the door. She raised the older woman’s skirt up to her waist and slipped her hand inside Marlene’s thong.
“Oh my God…..let’s go to my hotel….”, whispered Marlene in a trembling voice
“No…right here and now”, said Christina in a firm voice.
The secretary lifted her own skirt up and put Marlene’s hand inside her thong. Both women had a full bush and were very wet.
Feeling Christina’s full lips, Marlene suddenly came to life and began to rub the young woman’s labia with gusto.
“That’s it, you closet dyke, finger my clit”, whispered Christina in her lover’s ear.
“Stick your finger up my crack, you little slut”, spitted Marlene in the secretary’s ear
Neither woman was aware of it, but a few women stopped near the door of the stall and tried to see the action. Everyone smiled and walked away.
“Tell me when you feel it cumming”, moaned Christina
“Ah…yes….do me….rub my clit”, pleaded Marlene
“Oh fuck…fuck….”, screamed Christina, her cry muffled by Marlene’s hand over her mouth.
Both women shuddered when they reached their orgasm. Marlene’s legs were giving out and she slowly slid down the partition until she sat on the floor.
“Now we can go to your hotel”, smiled Christina as she dressed her new lover.
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THE GOODBYE KISS
Ever since she was a teenager, Libby remembered that, on Saturday night, her mother had a “guest”. She had never known her father but they had lived well, the two of them, since her mother had inherited. Libby helped by working in a gardening supply store.
On Saturday, Libby had dinner out while her mother entertained a “lady friend”. Ruth was mid-40s and very attractive. She had many “lady friends”. Libby was also a looker and at 22 was still a virgin.
That evening Libby had gone for seafood at a local restaurant and walked home. It was a nice spring day and she felt good. Ruth and her friend had finished dinner so Libby did the dishes, washed up and brought a book to read in bed. She wore a see-through nightie that her mother liked and nothing underneath. She was reading a mystery novel a customer at the store had suggested. She had trouble concentrating on her book. Some nights, her mother and her friend made quite a racket, other weeks it was very quiet. This time Libby recognized Sharon’s voice. Sharon was a regular. She had always been a spinster and couldn’t care less what people said behind her back. She was bigger than Ruth, blond and a little plump but quite attractive for a woman of 50. Sometimes the chatter made Libby blush or laugh. She enjoyed Sharon.
“Oh God…please baby…PLEASE….stop teasing me and rub it”, she could hear her mother say
“We’re sticking together sweetheart”, Sharon answered in her mid-West drawl
“You’re crushing me”, complained Ruth
“Sorry….here….I’m supporting myself with my hands”, answered Sharon
A few minutes later, she could hear loud moans and her mother’s “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!” made it clear that Sharon had made her come hard.
Libby went back to her book until there was a light knock on her half-opened door.
“How’s my baby doing tonight ?”, asked Sharon dressed only in her panties.
“I’m doing well. I heard that you are probably well also”, laughed Libby, as Sharon approached the bed.
“She was horny as usual”, whispered Sharon
“Don’t get her knocked up now”, laughed Libby
“Do you want a good night kiss ?”, asked Sharon, jiggling her large tits on purpose
Libby put her book on the night table and slid her body to the centre of the bed. Sharon slipped under the thin white sheet. The two women, one in her 20s and the other in her early 50s faced each other on their side. There was kissing between words. Sharon slipped off her panties. Both women fingered each other’s cunt.
“What about that kiss ?”, reminded Libby
Sharon pushed off the sheet and slid down Libby’s chest kissing as she travelled down to her black pubic patch. Libby opened her legs and bent her knees. Sharon began to lick the young woman’s cunt lips, then her piss slit, and finally took her clit between her lips. Libby was in heaven and moaned. Her vision was blurred by her pleasure but she could see her mother with only a towel around her hips, leaning against the frame of the door, smiling.
After Libby had her orgasm, Sharon walked back to Ruth’s bedroom. She dressed, kissed Ruth on the mouth and made her way out the front door.
“Now that was a nice goodnight kiss, now wasn’t it ?”, asked Ruth still showing her lovely tits
“It was a very nice one. I like Sharon”, said Libby pulling the thin sheet over her naked body
Ruth hesitated for a minute then finally closed the bedroom door and leaned against it.
“I’ll ask her to stay longer next time”, whispered Ruth as her towel fell to the floor.
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THE COACH
The university female hockey team always had a practice at 9AM on Saturday morning. Coach Sheila Ruskin ran the team like it was an army unit. That morning she noticed that the first line was not in sync. That was what cost them the last game. Julie the centre, a French-Canadian girl, and her right-winger Barbara were obviously not playing together. Sheila knew that these two were having an affair since the beginning of the season and she didn’t care, unless it caused a problem with their play. Sheila was tough with the girls, never touched them (although she would have loved to) but always took her shower with the team although she had a private one in her office. She had an eyeful and besides she could see if there was any sexual tension in the team.
“Julie, yeah you, and Barbara, in my office please. You can come back and shower later”,
yelled Sheila as she walked by the lockers with a towel around her mid-section, her small firm tits not even bouncing as she walked. Sheila was 32 and the girls were around 20 years old. The coach had her friends amongst some of the other coaches in the league and she got her jollies without getting involved with her players.
Julie and Barbara glared at each other while the rest of the team pretended they knew nothing and left as soon as they were dressed.
The two players were sweaty and would have loved a shower before they saw the coach. They walked in a single line to the coach’s office which was just down the hallway.
Sheila had pulled down the two blinds in her office as the girls walked in.
“Ok…sometimes wrong…tell me”, asked Sheila as she looked at the two girls, naked under their towel.
“We had a breakup”, whispered Julie, a cute thin blonde.
“Julie was cheating on me with Myriam and I caught them”, added heavy-set Barbara who was the butch of the couple.
“I wasn’t cheating….I was experimenting….”, stuttered the French girl
“Cheating bitch…”, screamed Barbara
“Ok ..ok…if you want to settle things, you can do it in the alley later”, said Sheila, “But what I want is a team that plays together. You two play so well together on our best line that you have to sort things out, otherwise I’ll have to pull you off the team.”
“We’ll sort it now…Promise…we have to stay on the team”, pleaded both young ladies.
“I want more than promises….get it on….NOW”, screamed Sheila
Julie and Barbara looked at each other, not knowing exactly what the coach meant.
“Suck….fuck…Do whatever you do but do it here and now”, said Sheila under her breath
“On the table ?”, asked Julie shyly
The girls didn’t wait for an answer. Barbara, who was the bigger girl, dropped her towel and stretched out on the massage table. Julie got naked also and straddled her former lover in 69. The smell of sweat filled the room as the two glistening female bodies moved so that each girl could fill her face and mouth with the other’s cunt lips. Sheila supervised the 69, pushing on Julie’s ass so Barbara could get a better mouthful, and getting Barbara to raise her knees so she could keep Julie from rolling off. The licking was slow at first, neither girl feeling much like having sex with the other after their quarrel.
“SLAP….SLAP”, on Julie’s asscheeks from the coach made the pair of lesbians more enthusiastic.
Barbara grabbed the small blonde’s ass as she pulled her lover’s labia over her nose (as she always did when they sucked). Julie moved her hips against Barbara’s face and did her best to reach her right-winger’s clit with her lips. After a few minutes, the pair of young lesbians was pumping cunt juice in each other’s mouth, their groans muffled by the other’s thighs. Sheila swallowed a few times and wiped her cunt with her towel while the girls couldn’t see her.
“Ok..ok…I think that should do it”, whispered Sheila, coughing to get her voice back.
Barbara and Julie wrapped their towel around their sweaty body and walked out of the office towards the showers. Sheila followed them to the locker area.
“I want you guys on the scoreboard…or else”, screamed Sheila just in case someone was still there and had not understood why she had the two players in her office.
Sheila walked back pulling on her short towel so that it covered her pubic area. She noticed she had left her office door opened and the blinds down.
“What are you doing here ?”, asked Sheila
“I thought you might want some back-up relief after the show”, smiled Heather, the back-up goalie and the oldest player on the team.
Heather was sitting naked on the massage table. Sheila closed the door, threw her towel in the corner of the room and stretched out on the table.
“Just don’t call me “coach””, whispered Sheila as Heather mounted her.
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THE SENATOR. Part 1
Helen Travis, Senator Helen Travis that is, was one of the most well-known persons in the city. A women’s rights activist, the first black woman to be elected senator in the state, Helen was always in the news, giving interviews, and a favorite guest on talk shows. She was just over 60 but her wavy grey hair made her a photographer’s favorite. She had divorced about 30 years ago and had two c***dren who were well into their 30s and living in Europe.
“I’ll take my car tonight so you can go home early and enjoy the weekend”, Helen said to her chauffeur.
“Thank you Senator. I’ll pick you up at home on Monday morning”, answered a smiling young black man whom everyone thought was having an affair with Helen.
Helen lived in a condo on the third floor of a small building. It was summer and she wore a simple cotton dress and no underwear. She slipped into a thin rain coat which covered her body down to her shoes. She took the elevator down to the underground parking and drove off towards the harbor area of the city.
It was dark and that neighbourhood was not safe. She knew it since she had been brought up in that area of town. She found a parking spot wide enough for her Lincoln. She reached in her handbag and took out a small slip of paper. She was on the right street and the address was just a block away.
Helen dialed a number on her cell phone.
“It’s me ?”, she said rather tersely
“I’m just a few minutes away”, she added this time practically whispering
After making sure nobody was on the sidewalk, she got out of the car and quickly walked down towards some tenement houses half-a-block away. She was mad at herself for wearing high heels which made a noise on the cement sidewalk. She clutched her purse as she approached a door which suddenly opened. Helen walked in and followed a woman up a long wooden staircase. She took off her shoes.
“I wouldn’t do that. You’ll slip on the wood and hurt yourself”, drawled the lady
Helen put her shoes back on and continued making a racket as she walked up on the uneven stairs.
“Forget you ever saw me”, said Helen to the black lady who led her up the stairs.
“I don’t know anybody anyway”, answered the woman stuffing the $ 100 bill in her dress pocket. “Last door on your right”, added the lady.
The Senator walked down the hallway to the bedroom. The room was pitch black and the blind covering the only window was down. Helen took off her shoes, her raincoat and pulled the dress over her head. She was naked. Her eyes were getting used to the darkness. She walked to the bed and slipped under the thin white sheet. She woman already in the bed took her pillow and was going to throw against the wall.
“No..keep it….we may need it later”, whispered Helen
The woman slid her body down towards the foot of the bed so Helen could straddle her face. The Senator put her fingers through the woman’s curly hair and she closed her eyes as the woman’s thick lips snapped at her labia and her long tongue curled inside Helen’s cunt hole.
“Ahhhhhh…..Ahhhhrrrrgggg…groaned Helen as her hips pumped against the woman face.
“Oh…FUCK”, she hissed..”What a fucking mouth you have”.
Helen stretched out on the woman who was about her size. She slipped the pillow under the woman’s round ass and opened her lover’s legs wider so that she could slide her hips between them. The woman moved her ass a little so that her smaller shaved labia connected with Helen’s larger wet and hairy cunt. Helen kissed the woman’s lips and forced her tongue inside her mouth. She grabbed her small hard tits and rubbed her drooping rack against the girl’s chest. The Senator was so excited she was shaking as she moved her hips until she could feel the girl’s erect clit against her own. The two women hugged as they moved against each other. Helen kissed the woman again and this time she managed to rub tongues with her. As she could see Helen was minutes away from a second orgasm, the girl grabbed Helen’s buttocks with both hands. The lesbian couple moved their hips faster against each other until Helen’s body collapsed over the smaller woman. Helen finally rolled off the girl and used a towel to dry herself as best she could. She took a $20 bill and left it on the dresser.
“Your aunt has the rest”, added Helen
“Yeah”, said the woman as she flipped the pillow over and found a dry area to rest her head.
End of Part 1. We will meet the Senator in another story.
OUT OF THE CLOSET
Marlene had had a long day. She was in LA for meetings concerning the sale of a large textile company. She was one of the lawyers supervising the sale. It was also a tense day since the whole procedure was nearly cancelled a few times. At 45 Marlene had a lot of experience but these things always got to her.
The final meeting in a large restaurant was finally over. Everyone was leaving. Marlene lived in a downtown hotel a few miles from the meeting. Since she didn’t need to look at her files and since she had had enough of work, she gave her briefcase to her male colleague to take back to the hotel. She decided to freshen up in the large restaurant washroom before taking a cab back to her room. She wore her usual blue business suit with a white blouse and heels. The washroom was very posh. Marlene stood in front of a wash basin and put water on her face.
“That was stressful wasn’t it ?”, a voice said behind her
Marlene turned around to face one of the secretaries who had taken short hand notes during the meeting.
“Yes it was”, said Marlene wiping her face with her silk handkerchief, “I’m sorry I forgot your name”.
“You know my name. It’s Christina. You were looking at my name plate all day…or were you looking at my tits ?”, whispered the woman smiling
“I beg your pardon!”, huffed Marlene, “I…I …wasn’t looking at your breasts”.
Christina, who was 20 years younger than Marlene, did have a rack and was very attractive. She took Marlene by the arm and led her into one of the stalls.
“We’ll be more comfortable here”, she said to Marlene who was in shock and didn’t put up any resistance to the younger woman’s move.
“I saw you staring at my rack. And I don’t buy the wedding ring”, added Christina who had gently pushed Marlene against the partition and talking into her face.
“What’s…what’s your …. your problem with my wedding ring”, stuttered Marlene who could feel Christina’s breasts pushing against hers.
“It doesn’t fit you and it’s an old style which was made before the war for God’s sake”, spitted out Christina.
“It’s my mother’s”, whispered Marlene, lowering her head, “and I WAS staring at your breasts”.
Christina planted a wet kiss on the older woman’s mouth and put her hand on her mound, pushing against the fabric of her skirt.
“Ohhhhhhh…”, moaned Marlene
Christina took off Marlene’s jacket and hung it on the hook of the door. She raised the older woman’s skirt up to her waist and slipped her hand inside Marlene’s thong.
“Oh my God…..let’s go to my hotel….”, whispered Marlene in a trembling voice
“No…right here and now”, said Christina in a firm voice.
The secretary lifted her own skirt up and put Marlene’s hand inside her thong. Both women had a full bush and were very wet.
Feeling Christina’s full lips, Marlene suddenly came to life and began to rub the young woman’s labia with gusto.
“That’s it, you closet dyke, finger my clit”, whispered Christina in her lover’s ear.
“Stick your finger up my crack, you little slut”, spitted Marlene in the secretary’s ear
Neither woman was aware of it, but a few women stopped near the door of the stall and tried to see the action. Everyone smiled and walked away.
“Tell me when you feel it cumming”, moaned Christina
“Ah…yes….do me….rub my clit”, pleaded Marlene
“Oh fuck…fuck….”, screamed Christina, her cry muffled by Marlene’s hand over her mouth.
Both women shuddered when they reached their orgasm. Marlene’s legs were giving out and she slowly slid down the partition until she sat on the floor.
“Now we can go to your hotel”, smiled Christina as she dressed her new lover.
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THE GOODBYE KISS
Ever since she was a teenager, Libby remembered that, on Saturday night, her mother had a “guest”. She had never known her father but they had lived well, the two of them, since her mother had inherited. Libby helped by working in a gardening supply store.
On Saturday, Libby had dinner out while her mother entertained a “lady friend”. Ruth was mid-40s and very attractive. She had many “lady friends”. Libby was also a looker and at 22 was still a virgin.
That evening Libby had gone for seafood at a local restaurant and walked home. It was a nice spring day and she felt good. Ruth and her friend had finished dinner so Libby did the dishes, washed up and brought a book to read in bed. She wore a see-through nightie that her mother liked and nothing underneath. She was reading a mystery novel a customer at the store had suggested. She had trouble concentrating on her book. Some nights, her mother and her friend made quite a racket, other weeks it was very quiet. This time Libby recognized Sharon’s voice. Sharon was a regular. She had always been a spinster and couldn’t care less what people said behind her back. She was bigger than Ruth, blond and a little plump but quite attractive for a woman of 50. Sometimes the chatter made Libby blush or laugh. She enjoyed Sharon.
“Oh God…please baby…PLEASE….stop teasing me and rub it”, she could hear her mother say
“We’re sticking together sweetheart”, Sharon answered in her mid-West drawl
“You’re crushing me”, complained Ruth
“Sorry….here….I’m supporting myself with my hands”, answered Sharon
A few minutes later, she could hear loud moans and her mother’s “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!” made it clear that Sharon had made her come hard.
Libby went back to her book until there was a light knock on her half-opened door.
“How’s my baby doing tonight ?”, asked Sharon dressed only in her panties.
“I’m doing well. I heard that you are probably well also”, laughed Libby, as Sharon approached the bed.
“She was horny as usual”, whispered Sharon
“Don’t get her knocked up now”, laughed Libby
“Do you want a good night kiss ?”, asked Sharon, jiggling her large tits on purpose
Libby put her book on the night table and slid her body to the centre of the bed. Sharon slipped under the thin white sheet. The two women, one in her 20s and the other in her early 50s faced each other on their side. There was kissing between words. Sharon slipped off her panties. Both women fingered each other’s cunt.
“What about that kiss ?”, reminded Libby
Sharon pushed off the sheet and slid down Libby’s chest kissing as she travelled down to her black pubic patch. Libby opened her legs and bent her knees. Sharon began to lick the young woman’s cunt lips, then her piss slit, and finally took her clit between her lips. Libby was in heaven and moaned. Her vision was blurred by her pleasure but she could see her mother with only a towel around her hips, leaning against the frame of the door, smiling.
After Libby had her orgasm, Sharon walked back to Ruth’s bedroom. She dressed, kissed Ruth on the mouth and made her way out the front door.
“Now that was a nice goodnight kiss, now wasn’t it ?”, asked Ruth still showing her lovely tits
“It was a very nice one. I like Sharon”, said Libby pulling the thin sheet over her naked body
Ruth hesitated for a minute then finally closed the bedroom door and leaned against it.
“I’ll ask her to stay longer next time”, whispered Ruth as her towel fell to the floor.
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THE COACH
The university female hockey team always had a practice at 9AM on Saturday morning. Coach Sheila Ruskin ran the team like it was an army unit. That morning she noticed that the first line was not in sync. That was what cost them the last game. Julie the centre, a French-Canadian girl, and her right-winger Barbara were obviously not playing together. Sheila knew that these two were having an affair since the beginning of the season and she didn’t care, unless it caused a problem with their play. Sheila was tough with the girls, never touched them (although she would have loved to) but always took her shower with the team although she had a private one in her office. She had an eyeful and besides she could see if there was any sexual tension in the team.
“Julie, yeah you, and Barbara, in my office please. You can come back and shower later”,
yelled Sheila as she walked by the lockers with a towel around her mid-section, her small firm tits not even bouncing as she walked. Sheila was 32 and the girls were around 20 years old. The coach had her friends amongst some of the other coaches in the league and she got her jollies without getting involved with her players.
Julie and Barbara glared at each other while the rest of the team pretended they knew nothing and left as soon as they were dressed.
The two players were sweaty and would have loved a shower before they saw the coach. They walked in a single line to the coach’s office which was just down the hallway.
Sheila had pulled down the two blinds in her office as the girls walked in.
“Ok…sometimes wrong…tell me”, asked Sheila as she looked at the two girls, naked under their towel.
“We had a breakup”, whispered Julie, a cute thin blonde.
“Julie was cheating on me with Myriam and I caught them”, added heavy-set Barbara who was the butch of the couple.
“I wasn’t cheating….I was experimenting….”, stuttered the French girl
“Cheating bitch…”, screamed Barbara
“Ok ..ok…if you want to settle things, you can do it in the alley later”, said Sheila, “But what I want is a team that plays together. You two play so well together on our best line that you have to sort things out, otherwise I’ll have to pull you off the team.”
“We’ll sort it now…Promise…we have to stay on the team”, pleaded both young ladies.
“I want more than promises….get it on….NOW”, screamed Sheila
Julie and Barbara looked at each other, not knowing exactly what the coach meant.
“Suck….fuck…Do whatever you do but do it here and now”, said Sheila under her breath
“On the table ?”, asked Julie shyly
The girls didn’t wait for an answer. Barbara, who was the bigger girl, dropped her towel and stretched out on the massage table. Julie got naked also and straddled her former lover in 69. The smell of sweat filled the room as the two glistening female bodies moved so that each girl could fill her face and mouth with the other’s cunt lips. Sheila supervised the 69, pushing on Julie’s ass so Barbara could get a better mouthful, and getting Barbara to raise her knees so she could keep Julie from rolling off. The licking was slow at first, neither girl feeling much like having sex with the other after their quarrel.
“SLAP….SLAP”, on Julie’s asscheeks from the coach made the pair of lesbians more enthusiastic.
Barbara grabbed the small blonde’s ass as she pulled her lover’s labia over her nose (as she always did when they sucked). Julie moved her hips against Barbara’s face and did her best to reach her right-winger’s clit with her lips. After a few minutes, the pair of young lesbians was pumping cunt juice in each other’s mouth, their groans muffled by the other’s thighs. Sheila swallowed a few times and wiped her cunt with her towel while the girls couldn’t see her.
“Ok..ok…I think that should do it”, whispered Sheila, coughing to get her voice back.
Barbara and Julie wrapped their towel around their sweaty body and walked out of the office towards the showers. Sheila followed them to the locker area.
“I want you guys on the scoreboard…or else”, screamed Sheila just in case someone was still there and had not understood why she had the two players in her office.
Sheila walked back pulling on her short towel so that it covered her pubic area. She noticed she had left her office door opened and the blinds down.
“What are you doing here ?”, asked Sheila
“I thought you might want some back-up relief after the show”, smiled Heather, the back-up goalie and the oldest player on the team.
Heather was sitting naked on the massage table. Sheila closed the door, threw her towel in the corner of the room and stretched out on the table.
“Just don’t call me “coach””, whispered Sheila as Heather mounted her.
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THE SENATOR. Part 1
Helen Travis, Senator Helen Travis that is, was one of the most well-known persons in the city. A women’s rights activist, the first black woman to be elected senator in the state, Helen was always in the news, giving interviews, and a favorite guest on talk shows. She was just over 60 but her wavy grey hair made her a photographer’s favorite. She had divorced about 30 years ago and had two c***dren who were well into their 30s and living in Europe.
“I’ll take my car tonight so you can go home early and enjoy the weekend”, Helen said to her chauffeur.
“Thank you Senator. I’ll pick you up at home on Monday morning”, answered a smiling young black man whom everyone thought was having an affair with Helen.
Helen lived in a condo on the third floor of a small building. It was summer and she wore a simple cotton dress and no underwear. She slipped into a thin rain coat which covered her body down to her shoes. She took the elevator down to the underground parking and drove off towards the harbor area of the city.
It was dark and that neighbourhood was not safe. She knew it since she had been brought up in that area of town. She found a parking spot wide enough for her Lincoln. She reached in her handbag and took out a small slip of paper. She was on the right street and the address was just a block away.
Helen dialed a number on her cell phone.
“It’s me ?”, she said rather tersely
“I’m just a few minutes away”, she added this time practically whispering
After making sure nobody was on the sidewalk, she got out of the car and quickly walked down towards some tenement houses half-a-block away. She was mad at herself for wearing high heels which made a noise on the cement sidewalk. She clutched her purse as she approached a door which suddenly opened. Helen walked in and followed a woman up a long wooden staircase. She took off her shoes.
“I wouldn’t do that. You’ll slip on the wood and hurt yourself”, drawled the lady
Helen put her shoes back on and continued making a racket as she walked up on the uneven stairs.
“Forget you ever saw me”, said Helen to the black lady who led her up the stairs.
“I don’t know anybody anyway”, answered the woman stuffing the $ 100 bill in her dress pocket. “Last door on your right”, added the lady.
The Senator walked down the hallway to the bedroom. The room was pitch black and the blind covering the only window was down. Helen took off her shoes, her raincoat and pulled the dress over her head. She was naked. Her eyes were getting used to the darkness. She walked to the bed and slipped under the thin white sheet. She woman already in the bed took her pillow and was going to throw against the wall.
“No..keep it….we may need it later”, whispered Helen
The woman slid her body down towards the foot of the bed so Helen could straddle her face. The Senator put her fingers through the woman’s curly hair and she closed her eyes as the woman’s thick lips snapped at her labia and her long tongue curled inside Helen’s cunt hole.
“Ahhhhhh…..Ahhhhrrrrgggg…groaned Helen as her hips pumped against the woman face.
“Oh…FUCK”, she hissed..”What a fucking mouth you have”.
Helen stretched out on the woman who was about her size. She slipped the pillow under the woman’s round ass and opened her lover’s legs wider so that she could slide her hips between them. The woman moved her ass a little so that her smaller shaved labia connected with Helen’s larger wet and hairy cunt. Helen kissed the woman’s lips and forced her tongue inside her mouth. She grabbed her small hard tits and rubbed her drooping rack against the girl’s chest. The Senator was so excited she was shaking as she moved her hips until she could feel the girl’s erect clit against her own. The two women hugged as they moved against each other. Helen kissed the woman again and this time she managed to rub tongues with her. As she could see Helen was minutes away from a second orgasm, the girl grabbed Helen’s buttocks with both hands. The lesbian couple moved their hips faster against each other until Helen’s body collapsed over the smaller woman. Helen finally rolled off the girl and used a towel to dry herself as best she could. She took a $20 bill and left it on the dresser.
“Your aunt has the rest”, added Helen
“Yeah”, said the woman as she flipped the pillow over and found a dry area to rest her head.
End of Part 1. We will meet the Senator in another story.
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