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Trudy left Holborn tube station with her heart beating like a drum, positively fizzing with anticipation for if she played her cards right in the next two or three hours she’d be having passionate sex with Della van Kousen. For most of the time Trudy had known her, – about a year in all – she’d either been a voice on a phone or via Skype – text only. The first and until now, only time they’d met face-to-face was when Della had accompanied their mutual boss down to the Cardiff office approximately six months earlier. The two ‘pear-shaped’ brunettes hit it off immediately and when Trudy had discovered whilst on their lunch break that like her, Della was into women that had been the cherry on top.

Of course that feeling had been short-lived as Trudy had discovered this fact in the context of Della showing her pictures of her live-in girlfriend. Trudy consoled herself with the fact that it had been highly unlikely that anything would have happened during Della’s visit regardless. It wasn’t as if she was staying overnight in a hotel like their boss sometimes did. But things had changed in the months following. Trudy had successfully applied for a different job which had brought her to London to ultimately live and work. The job in question was Della’s own. Della was moving back to her native Holland following her break-up with her girlfriend, the break-up having taken place mere weeks after the Cardiff visit. This was all gleaned when they’d taken a coffee break together on Trudy’s first day in London.

The visit had started on the Tuesday when Trudy had finished work a few minutes early to catch the 4.55 London Paddington train. She’d checked into her hotel – a Premiere Inn on St. Martin’s Lane, only a four or five minute walk from her company’s UK headquarters. The purpose of the visit was for Della to show Trudy how to do her job and for Trudy to view a number of flats that the company had helped find for her to choose to live in. The former activity had spanned the whole of Wednesday, Thursday & Friday morning, leaving the afternoon and the whole of Saturday to view eight flats in various parts of West & South London.

As it happened Trudy picked the second of the three flats she was to view that afternoon to live in and thus the third viewing that afternoon along with the five viewings next day were all cancelled. Trudy therefore now had the whole of Saturday and most of Sunday to do as she pleased in her favourite city before catching the train home Sunday evening, all on the company. The first thing she intended to do was to sleep with Della! Following their conversation over coffee on the Wednesday, Trudy had started to work her ‘magic’ to get Della to go to dinner with her, preferably on either the Friday or Saturday night on the pretence that Della would be at a loose end on those two nights, all alone in the big city. Trudy was pleased when Della agreed to meet her for dinner at a Dutch-themed restaurant just off New Oxford Street on the Friday evening. Though it had taken a little convincing for Della to go along with it as she said she had a friend’s party to attend in Maidenhead on the Saturday night and didn’t want a ‘late night out’ two evenings in a row and they’d have to meet early so she could get home early.

After leaving the office of the property-letting agency where she’d signed up for the flat she picked, Trudy had taken a tube to Oxford Street and made straight for the branch of Harmony where she bought a matching black lace bra & panty set and a pair of sheer-black crotchless tights she’d seen on her prior visit. Trudy was a voluptuous and shapely size twelve but she sometimes had to do a little more hunting around when it came to lingerie that suited her as despite the advent of specialist ‘plus-size brands’ like Shein it appeared to be geared more to the size six to ten contingent. However, for the basics like now, it was simply a case of finding something that fit. She’d had ample opportunity to pop to the shops as they were open until 8.00 the two previous evenings and she had indeed availed herself of the opportunity to along with Ann Summers and Victoria Secrets, but not wishing to jinx anything, Trudy refrained from actually buying anything until the last minute lest Della cancel on her. She found herself rushing to get back to her hotel room which was little more than a windowless box with partitions for the shower, toilet/washbasin and the bed.

She stripped off the puffy white blouse and cravat, black pinstripe pencil-skirt, black flats, sheer-to-waste nude tights and matching white bra & panties she’d worn that day and took a shower. Drying off she’d made her short, crew-cut hair as vibrant as she could with what she’d packed and subsequently bought from a nearby branch of Boots and after applying deodorant, make-up, jewellery & perfume, unpacked the underwear she’d just bought and put it on. She sensuously slid the tights on, one leg at a time, feeling the sheer black nylon sail up her silky-smooth legs in almost one tug. After straightening the sheer waste band of the nylons that functioned as a suspender belt just below her navel she slipped on the panties followed by a black sleeveless cocktail dress and heels which she’d brought with her on the off chance that she’d be going out. Completing the ensemble with a black cardigan and a shiny leather handbag, she headed to Leicester Square tube station and a short train ride later found her self outside the restaurant. She expected to have to wait for her date but was pleased to find Della already waiting for her.

Like Trudy, Della was in her late-twenties and broadly the same build. However, whereas Trudy was 5”6, Della was more ‘compact’ at 5”0 and so appeared to be bigger. Both women sported round ‘baby faces’ with naturally red cheeks that made them quite cute and appealing. Della wore her hair long & curly and wasn’t wearing quite as much make-up or jewellery as Trudy, not that Trudy had overdone it on that score either. Her outfit comprised a tight-fitting black dress, but hers was long-sleeve and knee-length and more suited to the late-March evening than Trudy’s perhaps was. The outfit was rounded out by a pair of black fishnets and black flats. The combination of flats with nylons was a combo Trudy disdained, especially if it was when the person was ‘dressed up’. Trudy only wore flats with dresses/skirts & nylons if she had a lot of standing around or rushing about to do.
“Have you been waiting long for me?” Trudy asked. She approached Della and planted a perfectly platonic kiss on each cheek. A gesture Della reciprocated.
“No, only about five minutes.” Della replied in perfect English. When she’d first spoken to Della all those months earlier, Trudy had thought that she was either American or Canadian. She’d been genuinely surprised to hear she was actually Dutch and that English wasn’t her first language.
“Can I just say that you look terrific? I particularly like the fishnets, very sexy.” Trudy said, deliberately focussing on the only visible part of her underwear to see her reaction and omitting her dislike for Della’s choice of footwear. Della playfully performed a pirouette for Trudy on tiptoes and Trudy was pleased that her dining companion had been perfectly fine with her comment about her hosiery.
“You look quite well turned out yourself,” Della noted, “Shall we?”

They entered the restaurant which had soft lighting and even softer music playing in the background. There was a low ceiling with exposed wooden beams and in addition to an L-shaped bar with half-a-doze bar stools there were perhaps twenty circular tables with four chairs at each cardinal point and a candle in the centre. Only three of the tables were occupied.
“It’s because it’s only 6.50 and also there aren’t too many Dutch tourists in town at this point. You come in here at 8.00 on any night – particularly a Friday or Saturday between mid-April and mid-September and you’d have an extra five tables set up and every one would be occupied.”
“It sounds like you come in here a lot.” Trudy noted.
“It reminds me of home. Perhaps not the with regards décor,” She gestured to prints of paintings by Dutch impressionist painters adorning the walls, “But the food and ambience.”

They opted to go straight to their table – they had their pick of the nine available ones – and ordered drinks. Neither initially requested alcohol, Trudy because she wasn’t a heavy drinker (‘Dry January’ wasn’t much of a challenge for her) and Della because she was ‘saving herself’ for the following night. They also both passed on the starters and just made small talk. Much of it was rehashing what they’d discussed before. Della talked about her upbringing in the Netherlands and how her parents met and what brought her to the UK.
“People think because of our marijuana cafes and red-light districts we’re a liberal and tolerant society, but not in small communities like mine. When I realised I only liked women I knew I needed to get away to somewhere more cosmopolitan, so I came her to study and ultimately work.”
“Why go back, if it’s not conducive to your lifestyle?” asked Trudy.
‘There are too many memories. I don’t rule out coming back here in the future.” Della replied.

Further conversation was put on hold when their meal arrived. A hearty affair washed down with a glass of wine each. Despite her earlier protestations about not drinking too much that night, when the waiter came to take their plates away and ask about desert, Della demurred and asked instead for a second glass of wine – a large one. Trudy chose the desert instead, a bowl of ice cream, washed down by a coffee. Eventually there was an empty coffee cup in front of Trudy and an empty wine glass in front of Della.
“If I’m not being too personal, have you had a lot of sex in your life?” Della asked sheepishly.
“At last!” Trudy thought.
“A fair bit. Mainly with women, though I’ve had sex with men, I’ve even had a couple of relationships with them. But I prefer women.” Her eyes darted up to meet Della’s gaze.
“When I came to London, on my first weekend I, as you say in England ‘made a beeline’ for the bars and nightclubs that women who like women frequent, but I was too nervous to go in. I instead wandered around Soho and was propositioned by men, not very nice men at that. Eventually, after a month or so a classmate of mine who was also into women took me under her wing.”
“And she was your first?” Trudy asked. Della laughed out load as if it was the funniest thing she’d heard.
“No, what I mean is that she took me to the bars and clubs she went to and showed me how to talk to women and how to pick up or be picked up, as well as the types of women to avoid. In no time thanks to her I was fucking almost every weekend. I lost count of the number of women I’ve slept with over the years. Natalie, my ex, was the first and only woman I’ve ever had an actual relationship with.”

Della had been speaking loud enough to be clearly heard by a middle-aged couple who’d entered the restaurant after them and taken a neighbouring table. Trudy noticed them giving her and Della ‘the evil eye’ muttering something to each other which she suspected was about them and less than complimentary. She wasn’t sure whether it was Della’s use of the F-word or from the overheard conversation they’d gleaned that Della (and probably Trudy to) weren’t straight and disapproved of such things or both, but she gave each of them a long, hard stare. After a moment they broke the stare and made a show of consulting their menus.
“I was a complete whore if I’m honest pre-Natalie,” Della continued, albeit in a lower voice, “I watched lots of porn, but most of it was aimed at men and I had to put up with many fake, over the top orgasms and women giving dildos, vibrators and strap-ons blow-jobs before stuffing them into either theirs or their partner’s pussies. Unless you count licking cum off them afterward, I’ve only stuck a sex-toy in my mouth like that once and that was because I was out of lube and the woman I was with had a tight, not overly-moist pussy.”
“I know what you mean. Most porn is geared towards blokes. But there’s some good stuff out there. Even some of the stuff for men can be good if it’s well acted and is as you say, not over the top. As for your figure, I think you look great and I’ve never had an issue with my body shape. I feel very sexy in this body.” Trudy was starting to feel damp between her legs. Her panties were definitely getting wet with the turn the conversation had taken and her heartbeat was once more racing with excitement and anticipation. Trudy just hoped with Della it wasn’t the drink talking.
“Since Nat and I broke up I’ve gone back to my old ways. I’ve been picking up girls on nights out. One of the reasons I’m going to the party tomorrow is to get some action. My friend’s parties have a well-deserved reputation for that.” Della said her tone confessional.
“There’s nothing wrong with that.” Trudy opined.
“Can I tell you something else?” Della asked her voice now little more than a whisper prompting her to lean closer to Trudy to be heard.
“Sure.” Trudy said, mentally crossing her fingers that Della was going to proposition her.
“I agreed to go to dinner with you, because I know you also like girls. I was hoping to take you back to my flat and fuck you.”
“Well.” Trudy began, brass bands playing and fireworks erupting in celebration in her head, but adopting a poker face to tease Della.
“I’m sorry. I hope I haven’t offended or angered you.” Della hastily added, her face flush.
“I’ve only one response to that.” Turning to a nearby waiter, Trudy called out loudly, grinning from ear to ear, “Waiter, the bill please, we’re in a hurry!”

As the two women paid the bill – they didn’t ‘go Dutch’ in the Dutch restaurant - Trudy paid it all, planning on charging it to expenses – they passed the table with the couple who’d given them dirty looks earlier.
“I’m going back to her place now for some hot girl-on-girl lesbo sex action.” Trudy said to them conspiratorially. She almost laughed herself silly at the expression of shock on their faces when they heard what she said.

When Trudy joined Della on the street she’d already managed to hail a taxi and the two girls jumped in. Della gave the cab driver the address of her flat in Putney and the taxi sped off. During the ride the two women merely sat next to each other, holding hands and occasionally exchanging glances, giggling in nervous anticipation. The drive seemed to last forever, taking some thirty-five minutes via the A308 & Putney Bridge. They turned onto Rotherwood Road just off Lower Richmond Road and Trudy went to pay and charge it to expenses.
“I insist. Whilst you maybe able to explain away paying for two meals, you couldn’t necessarily explain getting a taxi to my street.” said Della beating Trudy to the punch and swiping her debit card, as the taxi roared off and the two women walked down the road to Della’s flat.

They reached the flat located inside one of a terrace of red-brick houses, all with bay windows. Della let them in and with Della in the lead Trudy walked up a flight of stairs to the first floor. Where once there was a landing which had run the length of the first floor, separating it into two with a front-half containing two bedrooms, one large and one small and the rear containing a third bedroom and a bathroom, it now ran only a third of the length with a door to the left with a lock. They walked in, Della switching on a light into what was the two front bedrooms now knocked into a single combined living room with two windows, one a bay, curtains already drawn. There wasn’t much furniture with stacks of books piled up on the floor rather than bookshelves.
“I’m in the middle of packing up.” Della explained. After asking Trudy to make herself at home she disappeared, presumably into the bedroom. Whilst there was a shortage of storage furniture, there were not one, but two settees, one, a two-seater against a wall facing the chimney breast on which hung a large LCD TV, and a three-seater facing the windows. Both settees were ‘hidden’ beneath mounds of extra-large cushions.
Trudy hung her cardigan and handbag on a hat stand in the hallway and used the bathroom, noting that it contained a bath as well as a shower which was a novelty in flats in this day and age. She could see light from the gap beneath the bedroom door which was closed, though not on the latch as she exited the bathroom into the dark hallway. Returning to the living room she sat down on the three-seater and removed her shoes crossing her stockinged legs one over the other whilst she waited and gently massaged her toes through their nylon covering.

After a few moments the door to the living room swung open and Della pranced in humming David Rose’s ‘The Stripper’.
“Da Da Da Daaa, Da Da Da Daaaaa…” She wore a semi-transparent, purple-silk ‘teddy’, figure-hugging with an exposed crotch and the black fishnets she’d worn during the evening which without a dress were revealed to be stockings. Unselfconsciously she strutted around in front of Trudy and soon pulled the twin globes of her boobs out of the confines of the teddy (which had an exposed ‘v’ down the front), her erect nipples and out-sized areolas transfixed Trudy. In her hand was a pink candle, about two inches high and three across, sat in a Perspex candle-holder with a handle just like a mug or cup.
“I think I’m a little too over-dressed.” noted Trudy when Della stopped humming and began to remove her own clothes. She stepped out of her dress followed by her knickers and bra.
“Please leave the pantyhose on.” Della asked as she busied herself with the candle.
“Why do you think they’re body-free suspender-tights?” Trudy cooed.
Smiling back at Trudy, Della lit the candle with a match and brought it close to her face and took in the sweet, cherry-vanilla odour emanating from it.
“I have a real fetish for stockings & pantyhose, sorry tights. I love the look of them on me and the feel against my skin. I also like how they look and feel on my lovers.” Della was still stooped over the candle, inhaling the tendril like wisps of vapour extending from the wick.
“Ditto, I really like them to.” Trudy said. “What are you doing with that candle? It smells really, really nice and fragrant.”
“It’s not just the smell that’s nice.” Della said and joined Trudy on the settee.
“Oh.” Trudy was intrigued.
“Yes. This is a very special candle with aphrodisiac qualities designed to take lovemaking to new heights.” Della explained.
“How is that?” Trudy asked, feeling a little strange, though not in a bad or nauseous way, but in a nice, slightly intoxicated way. She could also feel her clit tingle.
“They have different effects on men and women. With men, apparently they give an almost constant erection and staying power, though I can’t say for sure because as I said I’m not into men and have never been around when they’ve tried it. With us, they get and keep us hot and randy. I don't know what kind of aphrodisiacs they are – stimulants may be a more appropriate term - but from experience I can confirm they certainly work. I’m already feeling the effects and even though you’ve only been indirectly exposed I can see from your swollen clit and nipples that so are you. Go on have a good sniff. It’s going to affect you anyway as the scent has started circulating around the room, so you may as well have the full effect.”

Della held the candle under Trudy’s nostrils. Under different circumstances Trudy might have been reluctant, especially if a man had been involved as it could have been a date-**** d**g, but she’d shared more than a few ‘joints’ over the years and inhaled ‘poppers’, was going to have sex with Della anyway and so with an ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’ attitude she positively snatched the candle-holder from Della’s hands and with Della grinning from ear to ear in triumph, Trudy deeply inhaled the smoke. She coughed and spluttered a little at first.
“Breathe it in deeply, but gently.” Della coached her. After a moment, Trudy held the cherry-vanilla candle under her nose once more and did as Della suggested. They passed the candle back and forth, taking turns inhaling the intoxicating perfume.
“This isn’t i*****l or harmful is it?” Trudy found herself asking, but seemingly from far away as if she was speaking for someone else as for her part, she’d grown disinterested.
“No. I’ve had it dozens of times, going back to before Natalie and there was no effect. I even had to have a d**g test on a Monday morning having had some of this on the Saturday and passed with flying colours. As for i*****lity…” Della’s voice and more specifically her train of thought drifted away.
“What?” Trudy asked, not caring if she received an answer.
“No more talking, lets start fucking.” Della replied. She led Trudy by the hand to the bedroom, Trudy switching off the living room lights as they went. Della’s other hand contained the candle-holder, held up as if to light their way like c***dren going to bed by candlelight in an old painting.

The bedroom was a little on the small side. The king-size double-bed with plain white sheets seemingly spanning the full width of the room (there was actually a few inches on either side). Della pulled the duvet off the bed exposing a clear-plastic covering encasing the under sheet, prompting a quizzical look from Trudy which Della didn’t respond to. Light came from a single lamp that protruded from the wall a foot or two above the middle of the bed. After Della placed the candle on one of several shelves on the wall facing the bed, the two women tumbled giggling and laughing hysterically on the bed, they laughter snuffed out as they began kissing, they’re tongues intertwined and seemingly performing a dance in the other’s mouth, running up and down their lipstick-glossed lips.
“Mmm…” they both managed in unison. They broke their initially kiss and stared lustfully into each other’s eyes, trancelike expressions worn on their faces. After a mutual grin the kissing resumed as the women rolled about on the bed as they did so engrossed in each other. After a few minutes of this their hands began wandering along the rest of their bodies, their large round breasts with the already erect nipples encircled by large areolas, Della’s exposed navel, Trudy’s lace-covered abdomen, followed closely by their mouths, their embrace broken.

Eventually, Trudy found herself on her side, feet next to the headboard and head at the other end, inches from Della’s engorged pussy, whilst Della was inches from Trudy’s love-gash. The two women’s heads closed the gap in space and when their tongues made contact with their respective love-buds, the sparks flew. After some gentle lapping of Della’s clit and pussy lips which had a metallic tang to them, Trudy went all out and took the clit which was the size of a pea beneath its hood and began sucking it like she would on a straw. Della clearly caught in a heady combination of heightened arousal from the candle and the sensations from Trudy’s mouth and tongue reciprocated. Both women were practically giving each other blow-jobs, their heads bobbing back and forth, pace quickening based on the sizzling sensations emanating from their nether-regions.
“Oooohhh! Arrrghhh!” Both women groaned giving voice to the exquisite sensations they were giving each other. Somehow though, as the sensations began to intensify, both women ignored their desire to vocalise and concentrated on one thing only, orgasm! They sucked and licked and even used their tongues as penises, darting in and out of the holes nestling between the petals of their labia. Finally like a crashing wave pounding the beach their orgasms began, issuing out from their centre to encompass every corner of their bodies, right to their toe & fingertips.

”God that was worth the wait.” Trudy said as she and Della snuggled up next to each other, both their heads at the same end of the bed for once.
“Its only been a couple of hours since we met up.” Della said one arm around Trudy’s shoulder as she held here other arm in front of her face to inspect the wristwatch on her arm that apart from her fishnets & teddy was the only other thing she wore.
“No, I mean I’ve wanted to go to bed with you since we started exchanging emails last year and I first saw your picture on the company website.” Trudy clarified. Despite the intense mutual orgasm and possibly because of the passage of time, their heads had cleared a little.
“Well, I’m glad to hear I was worth the wait. Though I suspect my little friend played a part.” Della said referring to the candle. She shifted position so that she lay atop Trudy. Their bodies felt good in close contact, their large breasts pressing into the others’ thrilling each with their touch. Della gently played with tousled strands of Trudy’s hair that hung over her forehead and began kissing her once more. The women could taste each other on their tongues. As Della had shifted position the plastic beneath them creaked and squeaked, reminding Trudy of its presence.
“What is it with this?”
“I’ve put it on here so that, well why don’t I show you so you understand better? It’ll be much more fun that way.”

Della smiled knowingly as she once more began working her way down Trudy’s body, pausing to take first one and then Trudy’s other nipple in her mouth and swirl them around with her tongue a few times before she continued heading ‘south’. When she reached Trudy’s navel she poked her tongue inside the depression of skin and Trudy reared up out of the bed for a moment before settling back down. The ‘voyage to Trudy’s south pole’ continued with Della’s tongue getting reacquainted with her vulva.
“Arrgh! Ooooh!” Trudy groaned as Della’s tongue once more wrapped itself around her clit. As Della tongued Trudy her hand - fore & index fingers extended – inserted themselves into her love canal. It was moist and receptive and Trudy’s hips bucked as she desperately tried to thrust her core forward to meet Della’s probing digits. Della began moving her fingers in and out of Trudy’s gash with speed, keeping rhythm with her tongue. For Trudy it was pure ecstasy her back was arched as was her head and her face wore an expression of exquisite agony, eyes closed, lips pursed and cries and shouts of joy issuing from her mouth: “Oh fuck yeah! Oohh Fuck Yeah! Keep going, don’t you dare stop!” She exclaimed when she wasn’t moaning and groaning. Della was only too happy to comply. However, when it looked like a tipping point had been reached she’d slowly come to a halt.
“Please.” Trudy pleaded.
“Please?” Della taunted.
“Please let me cum.” Trudy replied. Satisfied that she’d climbed down sufficiently from her near orgasm, Della renewed her efforts soon bringing Trudy to the boil. Again she backed off at the crucial moment and again Trudy literally begged for release. Della repeated this a few more times, each one taking less and less time to bring Trudy to ‘the boil’. Finally, as Trudy once more approached orgasm and once more Della appeared to slack off from her ministrations, Della instead intensified her efforts. Trudy shrieked, loosing off a banshee wail as one of the most intense orgasms of her twenty-something years erupted with her. As her hips bucked and rocked clear liquid was ejected in spurts from her vaginal slit forming a puddle on the plastic bedding between her spread legs. Using her tongue to lick some of Trudy’s ejaculate from her mouth Della beamed up at her bed partner and said:
“That’s why I have plastic sheets down.”

She returned to Trudy’s side and let Trudy lick her own juices from her fingertips and the two women passed cum back and forth between them in a long, lingering cumkiss.
“Now that was an orgasm.” Trudy remarked.
“Was that your first time squirting?” Della asked.
“No, but I rarely get off like that. Maybe a couple of times a year, usually its unintentional, a pleasant surprise, though the downside is changing the sheets if I’m on a bed at the time. I remember once I was having sex with this woman. We were finishing off our session by sharing a double-ender and it must have really been pressing against my G-spot because I had this really intense climax and after we came and I pulled my end out of me, I dribbled all over her under sheet which she’d put on fresh that day, just for me. I felt really terrible, especially as I wasn’t staying the night. She was married and I was her ‘bit on the side’ so as you can imagine she was going to have to make an excuse when her husband came home to explain why she’d changed the bedclothes twice in one day,”
“Ouch.” Della remarked.
“Well, actually, there was an upside. She’d not been able to give a convincing excuse to her husband about the bedclothes and she confessed all. Anyway I come over to her place a few weeks later for and just as we make our way to the bedroom the husband came home. I’m mortified, trying to find a place to hide or better yet a way out of their house unnoticed when he walks in to the bedroom, with this scantily clad, size twelve, peroxide blonde with tits as big as footballs on his arm and before you know it the four of us are naked and shagging each other senseless. Seems when the wife confessed, far from getting angry, ‘hubby’ confessed that he’d been spending his evenings with the peroxide blonde, who was his executive secretary. They forgave each other. Told each other in graphic detail what they each got up to and apparently got so turned on they jumped into bed and shagged each other stupid. And there’s more.”
‘What?” Della obliged Trudy. As Trudy told her story Della lay on her side ‘Jilling’ off as the story was turning her on.
“When he told his wife that his mistress was also bi and a swinger, the husband started bringing her to their place for three-ways instead of him secretly visiting her, and they planned to bring me in to make it a four-way. Suffice to say that with three sets of voluptuous tits and pussies to play with, he was very happy.”
“How long did that go on for?” Della asked, her words escaping between gasps and mewls of pleasure as her orgasm approached.
“Only a couple of weeks. I was soon a spare wheel and left them to it. Though a postscript is that whilst I stopped participating in the foursomes, I did have some twosomes with the peroxide blonde, once more behind the husband’s back.”

Della was going to chuckle when she suddenly gave out a long, drawn out sigh as her back arched and eyes’ closed, signifying that she’d reached her second climax. She climbed out of bed, blew out the candle and a few minutes later returned from a trip to the bathroom with a wet sponge which she applied to the pool of girl-cum from Trudy’s cunt. Trudy made her own trip to the bathroom as her bladder was full to bursting. When she returned to the bedroom she noted that the cherry-vanilla smell of the candle had been replaced by the musky, but no less erotic aroma of sex. Della was lying on the bed and held something in her hand. Trudy quickly saw that it was an ‘erect’ plastic phallus, pale-purple in colour about ten inches long and presumably ‘circumcised’.
“Mmm, that looks like it could be fun. Do you want to do me first, or I you and then switch around?” Trudy asked.
“Why not do each other at the same time instead?” Della suggested. As Trudy joined Della on the bed she noticed that there was a smaller attachment at an almost ninety degree angle to the phallus that was shaped like an elongated chicken egg. Recognition swam before Trudy’s eyes.
“Ahhh, it’s a Feeldoe. Remember I said at dinner that some porn can be good? Well there’s this site, I think it’s East-European, or at least the girls all seem to be, called ‘Strapless Dildo’. Anyway they fuck each other with those, usually whilst wearing tights with the crotch invariably torn open.” If you look on XHamster or PornoTube you can find many of them on there.”
“I know. I’ve watched more than a few on XHamster. My only complaint is that far from being too demonstrative, the girls aren’t demonstrative enough.” Della lamented.
“Don’t worry, regardless of which end of that thing you want to use on me, I’ll be very demonstrative. In fact I hope the neighbours are heavy sleepers.” Trudy replied.
“Well since I’m the host and it’s my toy, can I be mother fucker?” Della asked. Both women laughed as without waiting for Trudy’s reply, Della lubed up the ‘egg end’ with Vaseline and slowly inserted it into her cunt, mewling with pleasure as she savoured the sensation of the walls of her vagina conforming to the new addition. Smearing more Vaseline onto the dildo end. Rubbing her clit in anticipation, Trudy asked Della where she wanted her. Della replied she wanted to fuck her in the missionary position so Trudy lay on the bed, legs spread, right forefinger rhythmically running up and down her clit. Della climbed atop Trudy once more and positioned the tip of the dildo against the mouth of Trudy’s vaginal lips she paused, using the ‘glans’ to replace Trudy’s finger against a clit for a moment or so before inserting the lubed-up faux-penis into Trudy’s waiting hole. She could feel as well as hear Trudy’s intake of breath as she felt it go in her as well as Trudy’s cunt walls grip the phallus tightly.
“Ready?” Della asked.
“Too right I am!” Trudy replied.

Della leaned down and kissed her as she began thrusting in and out, slowly at first but after about a score or so of thrusts which produced incredible feelings in both their sensitive holes she quickened her pace.
“Ooooh! Ahhh!” Both women exclaimed repeatedly in mutual ecstasy. As if the sounds of their fucking and the sensations in both their cunts wasn’t stimulation enough, the creaking of bed springs and the banging of the headboard against the bedroom wall added to the erotic frisson between them. Throughout their ‘blending’ Della, who having broken her initial kiss with Trudy was resting on her knuckles, hands locked out straight so as to penetrate her more deeply, could look down as see her plastic shaft sunk into the folds of Trudy’s slit. And from her position looking up at her bed-partner, Trudy could see the twin orbs of Della’s boobs bouncing as she fucked her.
“Oh God this is fucking great!” Trudy exclaimed.
Thud, thud , thud, thud, thud went the headboard.
Eeek, eeek, eeek, eeek, eeek went the mattress.
“Ahhh! Ooooooohhh!” went the two women with every greater speed and power before Della paused and with Trudy’s help rolled around so that it was Trudy on top. Soon it was Della staring up at Trudy as her tits bounced as Trudy bobbed up and down on the plastic prick.
Once more thud, thud, thud went the bed and with Trudy’s pre-cum soaking the shaft and making it slick and slippery, the women’s exclamations were spewing from their mouths with ever greater ferocity.
“Shit its soo good! So very good!’ said Trudy.
“Het is zo verdomd goed!” Della was so far gone with lust that she’d reverted to her native Dutch to better verbalise her thoughts.
They traded positions once more, though this time Della gripped Trudy’s ankles and held her legs up and open in a ‘V’ to present her fully exposed vagina. The two women were getting ever closer to the peak, their faces contorted with the strain of the approaching explosion of completion.
“I’m cumming!” Trudy exclaimed.
“Me to!” Della concurred, lapsing back into English.
As Della continued her thrusts, she released Trudy’s ankles which instantly enveloped Della’s neck, Della once more resting her hands on the mattress, arms extended. Her thrusts were long and deep, again and again and again, Trudy pressing against the dildo with her cunt walls.
“Eeeeehhh!” the two women shrieked mere moments apart and exhaling deeply as their mutual orgasm ripped through their bodies.
Eventually their movements subsided and their breathing became shallower and more regular. First Della and then Trudy removed the Feeldoe. Turning it around Trudy put the part that had sat in Della’s cunt in her mouth and she hungrily licked off Della’s salty juices and Della ran her tongue up and down the dildo doing the same with Trudy’s. When they finished they again cumkissed.

“I think we’re going to need the sponge again.” Trudy noted. A naughty look was suddenly exchanged between the two women, a ‘why waste it’ look and the two women turned over and began running their tongues over the wet patch on the plastic. When they’d finished, Trudy helped Della remove the plastic sheet, which Della explained, she’d wash tomorrow and put back in storage. Hand in hand the women went to the bathroom and purified themselves and the Feeldoe. They took it in turns to clean their teeth, Trudy even producing her own folding travel toothbrush from her handbag. They then returned to bed, discarding their nylons and Della’s teddy, tidying the under sheet and fluffing the pillows. Putting the duvet back on the bed, they lay ‘spooning’ beneath it. In the dark Della consulted the luminous dial of her watch and saw that it was only just after midnight.
“Shush.” She suddenly whispered. Before Trudy could ask why, they heard a sound of a distant toilet being flushed downstairs. Della started giggling.
“What’s so funny?” Trudy whispered back. Della broke their embrace, enabling Trudy to roll over and face her.
“That’s probably the guy in the flat below cleaning up after playing with himself while he heard us fucking.” Della explained. Trudy started giggling to.
“Well I hope we put on a good show for him.”
“He works in the City and thinks he’s Michael Douglas’ character in “Wall Street’. In fact he’s a sad thirty-something who hasn’t had sex in ages. In fact I’ve only heard him screwing once, a few weeks after he moved in and I wouldn’t be surprised if his partner was paid by the hour.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t say that.’ Trudy playfully scolded Della. “Depending on who is doing the overhearing, I think it’s a big turn-on if someone overhearing me shagging is so turned on that they have a wank. Even though they can only hear me and have to rely on their imagination, I imagine its better than watching porn because its really happening only a wall, floor or ceiling away with someone they at least vaguely know. Actually I once had the hots for this girl who lived in a flat in the floor above mine and whenever I brought girls back I always made sure she could hear what was going on in hopes of one day seducing her. I had visions of her getting so randy hearing me and some girl that she’d pound on my front door demanding to be let in and join us for a threesome.”
“And did she?” asked Della.
“No. She did knock on my door one time when I was having sex with someone, a guy in fact. But it was only to complain about the noise. She moved out not long afterwards and I never got to sleep with her.” The two women once more ‘spooned’, this time with Trudy pressed against Della’s back. After a few minutes during which the only sound was their breathing, the occasional car going by outside and creaking bedsprings downstairs they fell asleep.

To Be Continued…

Inspired by ‘Bisexual Orgy part 2’ by Bram Speer on Literotica.com