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The weekend before thanksgiving each year, four Scandinavia moms and
along with their daughters, get together to make lefse, a Norwegian
tortilla like bread. The moms are all around 40 to 45, while the
daughters are in their early twenties. One of the daughters, Anne, is a
lesbian, and she was bringing home her new girlfriend today to help make
lefsa.
We were all looking forward to meeting this new girl as lesbians, except
for Anne, were foreign to our little group of women. Anne was the only
lesbian any of us knew, and her mom was not so sure Anne was a true
lesbian, but maybe, just going thru a phase.
We were all set up in the kitchen with each one of us taking their usual
spot to help knead the dough, or roll it into flat sheets, or fry the
lefsa on hot griddled pans.
I usually worked by myself at a side counter helping knead the dough.
We just started our annual process when we head Anne coming into the
house. I looked up just as I heard Anne entered the kitchen and was quite
surprised to see a stunning, dark hair young women with a lot of
confidence walk right in with Anne in tow. This young woman, Bree,
immediately drew all the attention to herself with her good looks and
presence and by surveying the women and girls in the kitchen with her
penetrating eyes. She stood in the center of the room and slowly turn to
see, or I should say, critiqued each mother and daughter.
What nerve and arrogance I thought to myself.
Bree proceeded to thanked Anne's mom for the invite and then motioned to
allow, or rather instruct everyone to go back to what they were doing.
I couldn't stop staring at Bree and she noticed immediately by announcing
that she'll start by working with me.
I didn't know whether to feel honored or threatened.
Racing through my mind was why in the world would Bree want to work with
little old me, or even notice me for that matter.
She was the exact opposite of myself.
Bree was tall and thin, about 5'8", with jet black hair, a trim tight
hard body, smaller breasts, very long legs and what appeared to be a
great ass in black leather pants! She was also about half my age.
I was older, married, straight, 5'2", blonde, 34DD breasts, a little
curvy and shy. One could say I was the exact opposite of Bree,
definitely more like Anne.
Bree stood close to me, a little too close I thought. I became nervous
and to be honest, felt intimidated but mesmerized at the same time.
I couldn't get over Bree's attractiveness and aura.
I could just feel her eyes on me. I looked up and she smiled and stared
right back at me. I quickly looked down at the dough.
Bree then put her hand on my back like in a controlling manner and
started to question me about my daughter, my marriage and everything
except about making lefsa. At one point she put her hands into the dough
bowl over mine and we kneaded the dough together. I couldn't believe how
she just took over. Her hands and fingers were very strong as they
overlap mine and guided me.
I finally excused myself to visit the ladies' room as Bree's presence and
closeness were affecting my feelings and thinking. I was washing my hands
when the door burst opened and in walked Bree! She now stood directly
behind me as she extended her arms around me and put her hands in the
running water along with mine. I froze! What in the world is she doing?
"Hmm, we can wash our hands together, like we kneaded the dough
together," she whispered in my ear. She stared at me in the mirror and
smiled. Again, I quickly looked down.
I let her wash my hands. I couldn't move. She held me firm and pressed
her body into mine. I felt her breath on my neck. And then it happened.
She kissed my neck. OMG! I froze.
"Bree, what are you doing?"
"Anything I want!" "Why?"
"I don't think you should be doing this."
"Why not?"
"Do you want me to stop?"
She was holding me tight in her strong arms and began lightly kissing,
tonguing and biting my neck and ear lobe.
"I think my 'girl' needs a little hickie, don't you?"
"My girl!"
"This way I can find you amongst all those other blonde women in the
kitchen," she giggled.
Bree then proceeded to give me a hickie on my neck.
I didn't protest. I let her have her way with me.
In her arms, I haven't felt this secured or aroused in 20 years.
Her fingers were intertwined with mine. Her body was pressed into mine.
She was holding, kissing and loving me. I was in heaven. I never thought
about other women, but now I was putty in Bree's embrace.
My breathing became rapid. My chest started to heave. My large breasts
and taut nipples were pushing against my blouse buttons. My knees were
weak. Good thing she was holding me. And my pelvis was being push against
the counter. I was becoming wet. OMG.
"Oh girl, do you like this? Do you want to cum for me?"
Bree kept pressing me into the counter which was at the perfect height
for my pussy. My panties were soaked. I started to fuck the counter edge
myself. With Bree holding me tight and kissing my neck and tonguing my
ear, I finally erupted.
"Oooh, oooh," I mourn.
Thank god Bree held me tight as my organism lasted a long time.
I finally opened my eyes. I was flush. Bree was smiling, almost beaming,
in the mirror.
I was speechless. Bree turned me around and kissed me hard.
"You're mine now, understand."
She kisses me again, and this time I opened my mouth. I let her have her
way with her darting tongue.
As she was kissing me, Bree pushed her hand down my jeans and put two
fingers deep into my pussy. I was soaked now. She played with me a few
seconds before removing her fingers and bringing them up to my mouth. I
knew what to do. But before I could suck on her fingers, Bree rubs a
little of my cunt juice on my lips and checks and told me not to wash my
face! Yikes.
When I finished sucking on Bree's fingers, she told me to go into the
kitchen and ask Anne's mom, in front of everyone, for paper and pen so I
could give Bree my phone number.
Bree left the bathroom. I joined her a few minutes later.
Anne's mom asked me where I had been. I told her I didn't feel that well
and Bree had "helped" me. I then asked for a pen and paper.
"Oh, I just want to give Bree my number."
Anne's mom handed me the paper and pen and stared at my new hickie.
"Oh, I didn't think you and Jack did things like that anymore."
I didn't say anything as I turned beet red.
Does Anne's mom know what just happen? Does she think Bree gave me my
hickie?
The next day my phone rang in the afternoon. I was hesitant to answer,
but finally did.
"Hi, it's Bree. How is my girl today?"
"Bree, I'm not your girl and what happened yesterday should never have
happened."
"Are you saying you didn't enjoy yesterday. I would have thought you
would say you Loved it."
"Anyway, I am coming over in about an hour and I want you to be ready. I
haven't seen you in a short skirt and heels yet. And don't wear full
briefs like a lot of women your age do. With your white skin, I think
you would look very sexy in black thong. Ok, got a go. See you sexy, in
an hour. Bye."
What, what the hell just happened. Even though my stomach was in knots,
I became aroused and excited as Bree told me that she was coming over to
see me again and wanted me to be dressed for her!
Gosh, I don't even have a black thong. My daughter may. Could I
possibly borrow one from her? Yikes. I was excited, but this is so
foolish. What is happening to me? I should call Bree back and cancel .
No, I should start to get ready for her.
I was confused again. Without thinking, I started to run the bath water.
Oh, I need to shave my legs. I should probably shave a little around my
vagina. My blond bush is quite thick. My husband never complained but
he also never spends anytime there either. Oh, I was excited just
thinking about Bree holding and kissing me again. What is happening to
me?
In the bath I laid back and let my body float. My large breasts emerged
and broke the water line. My pink nipples were erect, and my pelvic area
was exposed. How would Bree want me to shave my pussy for her? I was
consumed in thinking about her.
I decided to shave like I saw a picture of younger girls with just a
narrow patch above my pussy lips! Oh, I do hope Bree likes that. I
really do.
I could not find a black thong in my daughter's lingerie drawer. I
panicked and finally looked into her dirty laundry basket. Oh yes, I
pulled out a used black thong. I felt embarrassed about wearing my
daughter's used thong. But after I smelled it, I thought of my own naive
daughter her and her cute little pussy. OMG. I never had thoughts about
that before! Yikes.
I wonder if she had any sexual experience with other girls or women?
Would she like it? What would she think of her mother and Bree?
I put on a too small white button blouse that I didn't wear any more. It
was tight and without a bra, my large nipples were smashed against the
fabric, yearning to be free. I unbutton 4 from the top. There left no
doubt I was "wanting!"
Next was my daughter's dirty used thong. It was also one size too small
and split my curvy butt cheeks in half. Yikes. I looked just sinful.
I pulled up a little black pencil skirt and slipped into my best black
heels.
I sprayed a little perfume on the back of each knee and under my skirt.
OMG. What am I doing?
I don't even dress this way for my husband! Yikes.
I guess I so wanted to please Bree. But why?
Oh, then the doorbell rang...
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