Batwoman meets Catwoman Part One
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November 2019
Four relatives celebrated their birthdays the upcoming weekend, so I took a day off for shopping. I got up early, dressed, and had a bra in hand but hesitated. It's rainy and cold; a warm bra made sense. Yet, a thick woolen sweater and nothing else underneath, a cuddly warm jacket, has always excited me, at least up to a certain temperature. Anyway, I put the bra back in the drawer, saw my collection of nipple shields, took the rings, pulled the nipples, and slipped them on. After that, I put on my beloved sweater and jacket and left.
At midday, I had a break at a new upscale café my colleagues strongly recommended, very stylish, and many people. I took a seat next to some women at the bar and ordered coffee and cake. It was pretty chilly outside, very warm indoor, air stuffy. Quickly, I took off the winter jacket. The car key fell out of a pocket, I picked it up, sweater and boobs followed the law of gravity, and did what they're supposed to do. A handful of guys in their twenties noticed my dangling tits immediately – of course they do, they're guys! - grinned, gave me a thumb up, and reminded me of my absent bra. Anyway, I smiled too and felt like a scout, a good deed every day.
I sat down, sipped the coffee, checked the shopping list when a woman in her mid-twenties took a seat next to me - I had expected a guy, but they left. Distantly I knew her but couldn't place her. She smiled all over her face, gazed bluntly at my tits, and asked me if I remember her? Of course I did, Liz! She was the woman in the adult shop, where I stripped naked. She took pictures of me next to my black and white photos, while her boss sucked my tits. Liz is a blonde, half a foot taller as I with most enviable full tits, athletic, and matching sporty hairstyle.
She was pleased to see me and told her story right away. Liz studied law at the university, got her first state examination lately. She was very talkative, spoke about her parents, law office, lots of luxury, and all that made her sick. Liz believes herself as a rebel for poor women, women in need, and women exploited for money. She didn't want to drain her parent's pocket, did odd jobs at first. And there was her gnawing hunger for sex, her pleasure to show off herself. She put one and one together and worked in the adult shop, the full monty, including fucking on stage. By now, she made herself a lot of enemies on the scene, 'cause she knows what's going on and did good to women, 'pro bono'! She smiled and added some women like to pay me, and I want to reap my rewards. A pleasant fuck is always appreciated. Saying this, she emptied her first glass of wine, told me frankly, my mature tits and athletic body has inspired her from the moment she first saw me. Right away, she asked me to fuck her. My heart was beating faster, heat run through my body, and I had to resist the compulsion to pull off the sweater.
She ordered a second glass of wine and invited me for one too. I called Paul, my husband, told him who I just met, and asked him to pick me up after work for dinner in our favorite restaurant later. The café had emptied a little, we sat down next to each other on a bench at a corner table that offered more privacy.
Liz got to the point quickly, slid a hand under my sweater, and massaged my back. It felt good. I straightened up and moved closer to her. Because of the thick wool, the outlines of her hands were not visible. It didn't take long, and she crawled with her fingers over my tits, massaged with her thumbs intensely my nipples. She kissed my cheeks tenderly with her soft, warm lips and whispered, 'I wanna fuck you. Open my bra.'
I like teasing, even so, my blood was boiling already.
My last lesbian adventure in a bar was after a corporate event I had organized. Everything went smoothly, my boss was happy. I too was sighted with relief and hoped for some relaxation. A like-minded colleague came just in time. I still remember the thrill the other gal and I had when we touched our tits and clits, licked the juice of the fingers, and did our best not to draw any attention in a ritzy restaurant around 11 pm. We thought it more thrilling to draw no attention.
Liz said, 'I do everything you want me to, but promise that you let me eat you out.'
In my body shook a volcano with excitement. My thoughts skipped. Besides regular encounters with my cousin, it was almost a year when I was together with another woman. It's weird, but my very first thought was Paul. He loves my bisexuality and would certainly dare me not to miss the opportunity. Plus, I was too horny to stop, and had an idea. 'Well,' I said, 'a warm-up here in the cafe, then we go to these spacious new toilets. I do the split, and you lick my juice.'
Liz is a pro, but her chin fell open. 'The splits in a small booth?' she asked, bewildered.
I smiled, took a gulp of wine, moved a hand under her top, and opened her bra. I felt like in a lesbian movie scene; mistress and her playmate. A playmate who has an excellent idea of my sexual longings.
We played for half an hour or so, had checked out the restroom, and wore no undies by now. We tasted the juice of each other's pussy and drank wine. Eventually, we couldn't hold back what was about to break out any minute and went to the bath. The room was warm, dimly lit, no stale air, two women about to leave. To my delight, Liz wasted no time, pulled up my sweater (one woman probably had a good look), grabbed my tits with both hands, and alternately sucked hard on my nipples. Soon we ended up in a booth and undressed down to the jeans. Passionately we kissed, nibbled, and sucked greedily on our tits. She was as wild for my tits like me on hers, a kind of tit-craziness men are famous for ( at least the ones I know). I'm talking about sucking, kissing, nibbling, biting and pulling, hard and soft, pressing tits with both hands, sucking deep in one's mouth. The crazy thing was, each of us wished she had the tits of the other. Hers were fabulously firm and marvelously round. Mine are big, saggy, and good to squeeze. Her areolas were somewhat small, so were her nipples; mine are big with hard, long nipples.
Meanwhile, women entered and left the restroom frequently. Their presence was even more exciting. I couldn't wait any longer, doffed entirely, and raised the right leg.
'You shaved your pussy. You are a really good fuck,' Liz said and did well with her tongue between my legs. Her chin, mouth, and nose were definitely wet, and so was my left leg. 'OMG,' she mumbled, put her arms around my left leg, pulled her closer, and buried her mouth in my pussy. All women I've been with were good on my pussy; maybe it's women's nature. Liz was a class of her own, an experience for a lifetime. I still can't say what she did. It felt like thousands of ants crawling in out my vagina, simply overwhelming. I did my very best holding back an orgasm, but the more I did, the more I squeezed the muscles, the more juice flow. When she tenderly bit my clit, I got a massive orgasm. But she didn't let me get away so quickly.
'You're wonderfully wet, and your arousal has a sexy scent that makes me so horny. Taste yourself,' Liz mumbled and brought a finger coated with my vaginal juice to my mouth and invited me to lick it off with her. And again, her tongue was lapping around my vagina.
Now she moved her tongue up to my clit and circle that little bud with loving licks. I felt a hand from behind, one, then two fingers in my body. She explored the soft, slippery wet insides and touched my G-Spot.
'Wow,' she uttered, 'you're as crazy as me.'
'Keep going,' I said under my breath 'more fingers, deeper.' My arousal grew to a climax. She curled three fingers up inside and stimulated the front wall of my vagina. Her thumb played with my anus ... the soft, smooth underside of her tongue pressed down in my clitoris …
I screamed, didn't care who was around, nearly lost the balance. My heart was pounding, sweat pouring out of the skin. In the distance, I heard women laughing. Liz took care of me and helped me to keep balance. Exhausted, I had trouble getting on my feet again and took a seat. Liz sat down on my legs, spreadeagled, wiped off my juice, and slathered it on her tits. She took my hand and said, fuck me. We kissed passionately, rubbed, kneaded our tits, licked her tasty juice from my finger. When I had two fingers inside her, I started to massage her G-spot, thumb on her clit. In response, she squeezed my fingers enormously. My cousin can do this as well, but Liz was even more … 'brutal.' I'm no man … it must be fantastic get one's dick squeezed in a pussy … a moment that should last forever.
Unlike me, she could fuck, built up to climax, and talk. She kissed hard, climaxed like walls were shaking. And she screamed, deep in my mouth. It was so fantastic. Indeed she was my playmate ...
Completely exhausted, we kissed and caressed, agreed not to clean our juice, stained our bodies, lubricated our hair, ate each other's tits. Finally, we got dressed and left. Luckily our jackets were untouched. We emptied our glasses and ordered a bottle of red wine.
Two hours were left before I met with Paul. We talked and plastered ourselves with compliments, authentic compliments. Liz didn't get enough, and frankly, I felt for more fucking too. She lived nearby, a ten-minute walk, in a student dorm. We entered the building, and I was relieved to see I wasn't the oldest one by the look. Her room was small but tidy, a lot of books s**ttered on a desk and floor. A box was filled with countless toys she got from the adult-shop. We undressed quickly and twisted our tongues. It ended up in boob bondage, vibrators, strap-ons, and more orgasms. Her magic wand drove me nuts.
Liz brought up the idea to join her in the club one afternoon, less audience for first-timers. She will wear a mask as well. And she wants me to look as slutty as possible. False tattoos, false piercing on lips and nose, dyed pink hair easy to wash off. She didn't wait for an answer and said, 'you and me, think about it.'
I asked Liz if she ever had taken six guys, Paul's fantasy. She said, best so far in terms of sports fucking was a private session, when she wished to be shared and pleased by four guys, all Ex-BF's she could trust and who know each other. The deal was, fuck me, spray your load on me whenever you feel the need for, but when I say stop, it's stopped, I do not bargain. The guys agreed. She never said the word.
Paul was on time. Should I name one reason - and I could name a lot - why I love this man so much, then it's his undivided devotion.
'Let me guess,' he said, smiling, 'you're either naked under your sweater, or another shop assistant has pleased your tits? What is it in your hair? It's cum, isn't it?'
'No guy, Paul, its the juice of a young woman.'
Back home, he fucked me hard, doggy ... I love the stamina of my pussy.
Two weeks later, Liz called me and cheerfully said she had passed all her exams and had plenty of time for the splendid side of life. We met once a week at her dorm until Xmas and fucked like maniacs.
She had talked me successfully into bondage for beginners and fucking in front of an audience. Paul liked the idea of his wife a part-time slut, and Liz was so happy that she made me an expensive gift, a magic wand. I got tested on HIV, Syphilis, Hepatitis C, and chlamydia, checked our calendars, and agreed on February February or March 2020. It was the moment when a pandemic swept over the world and stopped any wanton thoughts. Looking back, I should have followed her advice, joined her in the club in January 2020, and fucked in front of an audience.
Well, I'm happy to tell you, there are still entries on the bucket list.
Four relatives celebrated their birthdays the upcoming weekend, so I took a day off for shopping. I got up early, dressed, and had a bra in hand but hesitated. It's rainy and cold; a warm bra made sense. Yet, a thick woolen sweater and nothing else underneath, a cuddly warm jacket, has always excited me, at least up to a certain temperature. Anyway, I put the bra back in the drawer, saw my collection of nipple shields, took the rings, pulled the nipples, and slipped them on. After that, I put on my beloved sweater and jacket and left.
At midday, I had a break at a new upscale café my colleagues strongly recommended, very stylish, and many people. I took a seat next to some women at the bar and ordered coffee and cake. It was pretty chilly outside, very warm indoor, air stuffy. Quickly, I took off the winter jacket. The car key fell out of a pocket, I picked it up, sweater and boobs followed the law of gravity, and did what they're supposed to do. A handful of guys in their twenties noticed my dangling tits immediately – of course they do, they're guys! - grinned, gave me a thumb up, and reminded me of my absent bra. Anyway, I smiled too and felt like a scout, a good deed every day.
I sat down, sipped the coffee, checked the shopping list when a woman in her mid-twenties took a seat next to me - I had expected a guy, but they left. Distantly I knew her but couldn't place her. She smiled all over her face, gazed bluntly at my tits, and asked me if I remember her? Of course I did, Liz! She was the woman in the adult shop, where I stripped naked. She took pictures of me next to my black and white photos, while her boss sucked my tits. Liz is a blonde, half a foot taller as I with most enviable full tits, athletic, and matching sporty hairstyle.
She was pleased to see me and told her story right away. Liz studied law at the university, got her first state examination lately. She was very talkative, spoke about her parents, law office, lots of luxury, and all that made her sick. Liz believes herself as a rebel for poor women, women in need, and women exploited for money. She didn't want to drain her parent's pocket, did odd jobs at first. And there was her gnawing hunger for sex, her pleasure to show off herself. She put one and one together and worked in the adult shop, the full monty, including fucking on stage. By now, she made herself a lot of enemies on the scene, 'cause she knows what's going on and did good to women, 'pro bono'! She smiled and added some women like to pay me, and I want to reap my rewards. A pleasant fuck is always appreciated. Saying this, she emptied her first glass of wine, told me frankly, my mature tits and athletic body has inspired her from the moment she first saw me. Right away, she asked me to fuck her. My heart was beating faster, heat run through my body, and I had to resist the compulsion to pull off the sweater.
She ordered a second glass of wine and invited me for one too. I called Paul, my husband, told him who I just met, and asked him to pick me up after work for dinner in our favorite restaurant later. The café had emptied a little, we sat down next to each other on a bench at a corner table that offered more privacy.
Liz got to the point quickly, slid a hand under my sweater, and massaged my back. It felt good. I straightened up and moved closer to her. Because of the thick wool, the outlines of her hands were not visible. It didn't take long, and she crawled with her fingers over my tits, massaged with her thumbs intensely my nipples. She kissed my cheeks tenderly with her soft, warm lips and whispered, 'I wanna fuck you. Open my bra.'
I like teasing, even so, my blood was boiling already.
My last lesbian adventure in a bar was after a corporate event I had organized. Everything went smoothly, my boss was happy. I too was sighted with relief and hoped for some relaxation. A like-minded colleague came just in time. I still remember the thrill the other gal and I had when we touched our tits and clits, licked the juice of the fingers, and did our best not to draw any attention in a ritzy restaurant around 11 pm. We thought it more thrilling to draw no attention.
Liz said, 'I do everything you want me to, but promise that you let me eat you out.'
In my body shook a volcano with excitement. My thoughts skipped. Besides regular encounters with my cousin, it was almost a year when I was together with another woman. It's weird, but my very first thought was Paul. He loves my bisexuality and would certainly dare me not to miss the opportunity. Plus, I was too horny to stop, and had an idea. 'Well,' I said, 'a warm-up here in the cafe, then we go to these spacious new toilets. I do the split, and you lick my juice.'
Liz is a pro, but her chin fell open. 'The splits in a small booth?' she asked, bewildered.
I smiled, took a gulp of wine, moved a hand under her top, and opened her bra. I felt like in a lesbian movie scene; mistress and her playmate. A playmate who has an excellent idea of my sexual longings.
We played for half an hour or so, had checked out the restroom, and wore no undies by now. We tasted the juice of each other's pussy and drank wine. Eventually, we couldn't hold back what was about to break out any minute and went to the bath. The room was warm, dimly lit, no stale air, two women about to leave. To my delight, Liz wasted no time, pulled up my sweater (one woman probably had a good look), grabbed my tits with both hands, and alternately sucked hard on my nipples. Soon we ended up in a booth and undressed down to the jeans. Passionately we kissed, nibbled, and sucked greedily on our tits. She was as wild for my tits like me on hers, a kind of tit-craziness men are famous for ( at least the ones I know). I'm talking about sucking, kissing, nibbling, biting and pulling, hard and soft, pressing tits with both hands, sucking deep in one's mouth. The crazy thing was, each of us wished she had the tits of the other. Hers were fabulously firm and marvelously round. Mine are big, saggy, and good to squeeze. Her areolas were somewhat small, so were her nipples; mine are big with hard, long nipples.
Meanwhile, women entered and left the restroom frequently. Their presence was even more exciting. I couldn't wait any longer, doffed entirely, and raised the right leg.
'You shaved your pussy. You are a really good fuck,' Liz said and did well with her tongue between my legs. Her chin, mouth, and nose were definitely wet, and so was my left leg. 'OMG,' she mumbled, put her arms around my left leg, pulled her closer, and buried her mouth in my pussy. All women I've been with were good on my pussy; maybe it's women's nature. Liz was a class of her own, an experience for a lifetime. I still can't say what she did. It felt like thousands of ants crawling in out my vagina, simply overwhelming. I did my very best holding back an orgasm, but the more I did, the more I squeezed the muscles, the more juice flow. When she tenderly bit my clit, I got a massive orgasm. But she didn't let me get away so quickly.
'You're wonderfully wet, and your arousal has a sexy scent that makes me so horny. Taste yourself,' Liz mumbled and brought a finger coated with my vaginal juice to my mouth and invited me to lick it off with her. And again, her tongue was lapping around my vagina.
Now she moved her tongue up to my clit and circle that little bud with loving licks. I felt a hand from behind, one, then two fingers in my body. She explored the soft, slippery wet insides and touched my G-Spot.
'Wow,' she uttered, 'you're as crazy as me.'
'Keep going,' I said under my breath 'more fingers, deeper.' My arousal grew to a climax. She curled three fingers up inside and stimulated the front wall of my vagina. Her thumb played with my anus ... the soft, smooth underside of her tongue pressed down in my clitoris …
I screamed, didn't care who was around, nearly lost the balance. My heart was pounding, sweat pouring out of the skin. In the distance, I heard women laughing. Liz took care of me and helped me to keep balance. Exhausted, I had trouble getting on my feet again and took a seat. Liz sat down on my legs, spreadeagled, wiped off my juice, and slathered it on her tits. She took my hand and said, fuck me. We kissed passionately, rubbed, kneaded our tits, licked her tasty juice from my finger. When I had two fingers inside her, I started to massage her G-spot, thumb on her clit. In response, she squeezed my fingers enormously. My cousin can do this as well, but Liz was even more … 'brutal.' I'm no man … it must be fantastic get one's dick squeezed in a pussy … a moment that should last forever.
Unlike me, she could fuck, built up to climax, and talk. She kissed hard, climaxed like walls were shaking. And she screamed, deep in my mouth. It was so fantastic. Indeed she was my playmate ...
Completely exhausted, we kissed and caressed, agreed not to clean our juice, stained our bodies, lubricated our hair, ate each other's tits. Finally, we got dressed and left. Luckily our jackets were untouched. We emptied our glasses and ordered a bottle of red wine.
Two hours were left before I met with Paul. We talked and plastered ourselves with compliments, authentic compliments. Liz didn't get enough, and frankly, I felt for more fucking too. She lived nearby, a ten-minute walk, in a student dorm. We entered the building, and I was relieved to see I wasn't the oldest one by the look. Her room was small but tidy, a lot of books s**ttered on a desk and floor. A box was filled with countless toys she got from the adult-shop. We undressed quickly and twisted our tongues. It ended up in boob bondage, vibrators, strap-ons, and more orgasms. Her magic wand drove me nuts.
Liz brought up the idea to join her in the club one afternoon, less audience for first-timers. She will wear a mask as well. And she wants me to look as slutty as possible. False tattoos, false piercing on lips and nose, dyed pink hair easy to wash off. She didn't wait for an answer and said, 'you and me, think about it.'
I asked Liz if she ever had taken six guys, Paul's fantasy. She said, best so far in terms of sports fucking was a private session, when she wished to be shared and pleased by four guys, all Ex-BF's she could trust and who know each other. The deal was, fuck me, spray your load on me whenever you feel the need for, but when I say stop, it's stopped, I do not bargain. The guys agreed. She never said the word.
Paul was on time. Should I name one reason - and I could name a lot - why I love this man so much, then it's his undivided devotion.
'Let me guess,' he said, smiling, 'you're either naked under your sweater, or another shop assistant has pleased your tits? What is it in your hair? It's cum, isn't it?'
'No guy, Paul, its the juice of a young woman.'
Back home, he fucked me hard, doggy ... I love the stamina of my pussy.
Two weeks later, Liz called me and cheerfully said she had passed all her exams and had plenty of time for the splendid side of life. We met once a week at her dorm until Xmas and fucked like maniacs.
She had talked me successfully into bondage for beginners and fucking in front of an audience. Paul liked the idea of his wife a part-time slut, and Liz was so happy that she made me an expensive gift, a magic wand. I got tested on HIV, Syphilis, Hepatitis C, and chlamydia, checked our calendars, and agreed on February February or March 2020. It was the moment when a pandemic swept over the world and stopped any wanton thoughts. Looking back, I should have followed her advice, joined her in the club in January 2020, and fucked in front of an audience.
Well, I'm happy to tell you, there are still entries on the bucket list.
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