Laura's Story: An Interracial Lesbian RomanceChapter 267 free porn video

Her reunion with Sara was, to Laura's great relief, a total three-day immersion in glorious love and scintillating sex, exhausting but exhilarating too, and so filled with deep emotion that each of them seemed to need just a few hours apart after it, if only to digest the profound feelings they had shared. They were both deliriously in love.

Unfortunately, on Monday morning Laura was sent to Dallas for the remainder of the week to clear up a problem there, and another enforced absence would keep her and Sara apart again. Both were disconsolate but so full of afterglow from their weekend that even this could not spoil it. Laura told Sara she would call her every night.

And yet, there in the back of Laura's mind was the rest of her life, the earlier part, and Dallas inevitably meant to her Jonelle, and Ada. She would be away from Sara, who would never know. Since she had seen Jonelle on her last visit, she made up her mind to try contacting Ada. And, while she was packing, she whimsically tossed the strap-on dildo into her suitcase, thinking it would be great to have it along if the opportunity arose to use it. On the evening before Ada had abruptly resigned her job at Laura's company and rushed back to Texas, Laura had fucked her senseless with the fat double dildo, causing strings of fiery orgasms, and Ada had returned the favor, fucking Laura with it so exuberantly that she had been mortified afterward and unable to face the pleasure she had received and caused. Evidently her religious upbringing had slammed shut like the door of a vault on her blossoming sexual feelings.

Laura patted the strap-on dildo, which lay among her lacy underthings in her suitcase. Think of how she'll love using this one, she thought. That is, if I can find her... and if I can persuade her. Overcoming that guilt might be tough.

In the airplane on her way to Dallas, Laura tried to work, snapping open her laptop and browsing through some materials that she had been given on the problem she was being sent to resolve. Nevertheless, she could not keep her mind off Sara, and when she tried to stop thinking of her, she thought of Ada. Somehow it felt to her like she would be cheating on Sara if she sought out Ada and managed to break down her defenses. She felt like a scoundrel. Sara loves me. I love her more than anything.

But the closer the plane came to Dallas, the more Laura could feel her sexual fever growing, the more she found her mind returning to Ada, to her charming shyness, her voluptuous, love-goddess body, even her horrible, grating voice, the kind that could peel the paint off walls. I don't care, I want to hear it, she told herself. I want to hear it when I slide my tongue into her pussy. I love hearing how she gurgles and screams like the horn of a Greyhound bus.

In the Dallas office, Laura quickly found several people who were still in touch with Ada, and one of them obligingly gave Laura her office phone number after Laura explained that Ada had been her boss in San Francisco. Now the only tricky thing was picking the proper moment to call. And what to say. Ada would probably resist her at first, even though they had had a hot tryst together at the conference in Tucson, where they had met unexpectedly. But fundamentally, Ada believed that she had successfully escaped the temptations that Laura represented.

For a while she stewed and cogitated over this, over when to call, and what to say, but it quickly began to get in the way of her concentration on the problem she had been sent there to solve. Finally, in mid-afternoon, she just picked up the phone and called. Ada's staff assistant said she was in Chicago and would not be back in the office until the next morning.

Disappointed and relieved at the same time, Laura turned her attention back to her work and was pretty tired by the end of the day. On her way out, she noticed a stunning girl at the reception desk, whom she had not seen earlier having entered the building from another entrance. She had also never seen her on previous visits.

Trying not to be obvious about it, but unable to stop herself, Laura approached her. The nameplate said SHANIQUA BRANCH. The girl was younger than Laura, about Dee Dee's age probably, twenty-five or so, and she was not by any means conventionally gorgeous, as Dee Dee, despite her peccadilloes, actually was. But Shaniqua was immediately more appealing, with a brisk, friendly, even vivacious manner, sparkling black eyes, an easy smile. She was dark but not deeply black like Dee Dee or Charise, more like Ada herself, or Sara-a rich, dark, creamy chocolate color. She had long black hair falling softly around her shoulders, and long bangs, which on a lovely girl were always enough to make Laura's pussy flutter.

"God, I love your name," Laura said to her. "How do you pronounce it?"

Shaniqua smiled up at her with simple, direct warmth. "Shaw-NEE-kwa," she said. "And thank you for asking. Some people make a mistake and put the accent on the first syllable. Like SHAWnuhkwa. That's because they don't ask, like you."

"I think it's gorgeous. I would die to have such an exotic name."

"What's yours?"

Laura tried to keep her eyes from roaming all over Shaniqua. Even though she was sitting, she appeared to be as tall as Laura, lean and tall, though not skinny. She wore a gray sleeveless sweater, more like a jersey actually, and her shapely dark brown arms were smooth and lovely, her breasts not huge but just right for her lithe, lean body. Laura tried not to look.

"Mine's Laura," she said, feeling a blush coming on, the result of her being too obviously attracted to Shaniqua and not wanting it to show.

"Oh, you're Laura Robbins... from the San Francisco office! They told us you were coming out here for a few days."

Laura nodded. She extended her hand. Shaniqua took her hand and swung around in her chair, suddenly animated, and much more vivacious even than before.

"Gosh... San Francisco, how cool! I think it would be so cool to live there. I've seen it in the movies, on TV, it just seems so cool. I've never been there, though. But you know, since I started working here, I've thought about it a little. Since our headquarters is there... I figure there must be a few jobs. What do you think?"

Laura smiled. That's all I need, she thought. To have you there, instead of safely back here in Dallas where I can't see you very often. "There might be some," she said, noncommittally.

"Maybe I should just ask for a transfer and see what happens."

Laura gave her a skeptical frown. "I think it would be better to visit first. You don't know, maybe you wouldn't like it. It's pretty windy... and not very warm, for example. Not like here.""

"Maybe I should take a week's vacation there," Shaniqua smiled. "Would you show me around?"

"Of course. You can even stay at my place, if you want. That'll make it cheaper. San Francisco is very expensive."

Shaniqua could not believe her good fortune. She beamed, spilling over with excitement. "Really? I could stay at your place?"

Oh god, Laura wondered, what have I got myself into? In the back of her mind she was thinking: Sara, Sara... I don't want to compromise this relationship. Why did I say that? But then she thought, Oh well, she probably wouldn't actually come. People don't do that any more, do they? Take a vacation somewhere, then turn around and move there? Do they?

"Sure... I guess so..." she stammered in the glow of Shaniqua's enthusiasm.

"What about my boyfriend?"

Laura shook her head, almost relieved. "Sorry. I only have one extra room."

Shaniqua grinned and looked sharply at Laura, as if Laura were a prude. "I understand," she said knowingly. "I don't blame you. Well, I'll think it over."

"Just give me a call a few weeks ahead," Laura said.

"God, you're so cool. I can't believe you're so cool. I will call you, Laura. And if I can't stay with you, maybe you can find me an inexpensive hotel."

Laura smiled at her and took one last look up and down at Shaniqua, who was devastatingly desirable. Oh god, I wish you were coming back to my hotel room with me, she thought longingly. I think I would love to spend the night in your arms, you darling girl.

But by the time she got to her hotel, she could think only of Sara. Both Ada and Shaniqua drifted out of her mind, replaced by a vision of the divine Sara, her one true love, the only woman whom the mere thought of could make her throb and brim over with deep longing and hungry yearning. She phoned her and lay in bed murmuring to her for nearly half an hour. They missed one another grievously. Even though her heart ached, Laura was filled with happiness to realize that Sara missed her as much as she missed Sara.

Her biggest fear at going to Dallas had been-irrational though she knew it was-that somehow in her absence Dee Dee would finally spill the beans to Sara, and that Laura would not be there to clean up the mess. Or, she realized, somehow to magically prevent it from happening in the first place. She couldn't get over her conviction that once she was in Dallas, everything would come apart, and that if she had only stayed home she could miraculously will things to stay the way she wanted them to be; that is, for Sara never to find out she had slept with Dee Dee. Twice. Gulp.

The next day she called Ada's office first thing. Ada was in but occupied in a meeting. She would not be available until afternoon. Laura phoned back after lunch and was told that Ada had been called away unexpectedly and would not be back until tomorrow. By this time, Laura was becoming vexed, irritable, and hurt. She's avoiding me. Damn her, she's still... still...

Laura didn't know what Ada was 'still, ' but it clearly seemed that her fear or rejection of Laura had not diminished or faded. You'd think I was going to drag her down on the floor and rape her or something, Laura thought, feeling very insulted. All I want is to see her, for Christ's sake. To talk to her. To look at her. She acts like I'm a goddamned sex maniac or something.

On the other hand, Laura was honest enough with herself to know that if the chance presented itself, she would be all over Ada like white on rice. The more irritable and rejected she felt, the more she found herself recalling Ada naked, or Ada in her Venus Williams-style abbreviated goldenrod tennis dress, her black skin shining with healthy sweat, her huge bulbous nipples bulging provocatively beneath the fabric as she dashed to the net to intercept Laura's clever lob. These reveries heated up Laura so much that she did not dare call any more for fear that if Ada did answer, she, Laura, would reveal herself to be the panting, slavering lecher Ada apparently felt she truly was.

Instead, she poured herself into this task she had been sent here to do, and it was nearly seven-thirty before she looked up and realized she had not had dinner. Wearily, she began to pull on her coat when the phone in her borrowed office rang.

"Laura?"

"Ada! God, it's you!"

Ada laughed nervously. "Of course it's me. What a surprise. You're in Dallas. I hope you can forgive me for not calling you right back. I've really been bashed by work."

"Oh... it's okay," Laura said, forgetting all the vile canards she had been dreaming up about Ada. "It's just so good to... hear your voice."

She suppressed a tiny chuckle, since Ada's voice was perhaps her least forgivable quality. It could sound like the screech of a crow magnified a hundred times, if she grew excited. Or sexually aroused, Laura remembered, smiling. But right now it was indeed soft and beguiling, and Laura realized that she truly was very glad to hear it.

"Have you eaten yet? I'm just finishing up here, and I thought maybe we could meet some place for dinner."

"Starved," Laura admitted. "Tell me where and I'll catch a cab."

They met at a small steak house Ada knew of and dined intimately in a secluded banquette by candlelight. Wow, Laura wondered, half-jokingly to herself, is she trying to seduce me? I can tell you, it won't be hard. I'm hornier than a tick already, just looking at her.

She realized that most people might not feel this way since Ada was dressed, as usual, in a businesslike though stylish way with a flamboyant yellow scarf around her throat, a tailored jacket, and a skirt that came nearly to her ankles. On top of that, her hair was swept back in a fold behind her head in a hairstyle that Laura had always loved pulling loose. Ada was actually very reserved and shy, not to say repressed, and when her hair was pulled loose and all messy and shaggy around her face, she was to Laura wildly sexy.

But right now she looked like a successful business woman, which she was. Totally immaculate, totally in control, very much reminiscent to Laura of Deshona except that Ada did not have the cold, aloof exterior that Deshona presented to the world. Instead, she was warm and friendly, as always. (She was also statuesque and voluptuous, a true full-figured woman, not petite and small-boned like Deshona.) And of course the constant undercurrent to their conversation was the knowledge that they had together experienced a kind of fucking that most people could only dream of.

They had not seen one another since their accidental meeting in Tucson, when they had fucked for two days straight during a conference they were attending, ducking out of forums and banquets, wearing each other out with energetic sex. Laura was sure that Ada had thus indulged herself since she had felt the prospects of ever seeing Laura again were almost nil, and yet here they were, sitting together in a restaurant, romantically ensconced in the dim recesses, both looking soft and alluring in the candlelight. You never could tell.

However, both were careful never to allude to this last tryst of theirs. Laura kept quiet because she didn't want to seem pushy, as if she had called Ada just so they could take a few quick tumbles while she happened to be in Dallas. And she was not surprised that Ada said nothing about it since Ada was painfully reticent about sex and became charmingly scandalized whenever Laura mentioned it. Her father had been a Christian minister, and Ada was about as inhibited as one could get. It was-perversely, Laura realized-a part of her charm.

"Come on, I can drop you back at your hotel," Ada said, as they left the restaurant. "Which one? Sheraton or Marriott?" She named the hotels closest to Laura's company's offices.

"Sheraton," Laura said, glumly.

She was feeling bad. Ada did not seem to want to get together. She seemed content to chat over dinner, then drop Laura off and forget about it. Maybe she has another 'friend, ' Laura thought, not knowing whether to be happy or sad about that. It would be good for Ada to have someone else, a woman or a man, it wouldn't matter. Probably a woman would be better, though, since any woman who could gain her confidence would probably understand her shyness and inhibitions better than a man. But a man would be okay too. Ada had a body made for love, and she truly reveled in fucking once you got her into it, Laura knew.

But she apparently wasn't interested in resurrecting their hot moments with Laura. She pulled up at the taxi/limousine entrance to the hotel for Laura to jump out of her car. Laura was all choked up for a moment and couldn't get out. She could not bring herself to open the car door.

"Gosh, it was great to see you, Laura," Ada said warmly.

"Can't we... you know, go have a drink or something?"

Ada smiled uncomfortably. "You know I don't drink," she said, very softly.

Laura risked all. She looked deeply into Ada's eyes, then dropped her own eyes to Ada's full mouth. "Come upstairs with me. Please."

For a long time Ada looked at her without speaking. Laura thought she was on the verge of saying yes. Then a taxi honked behind them and flashed its lights.

"Oh shit," Laura said, impulsively.

Ada shook her head ever so slightly. "I can't."

"You can."

Ada shook her head again, more forcefully.

Tears blurred Laura's vision, not tears of anguish but only sheer frustration. You would like it, Ada. I would make love to you. How long since anyone made love to you? Oh, don't answer that.

Suddenly, Laura could see it in Ada's dark, shining eyes. The truth. No one had made love to Ada since Laura had done it in Tucson. Ada had reverted to her celibate life, which was far less threatening than what she had encountered in Laura's arms.

"Pull over somewhere so we can talk," Laura said firmly.

"I... can't, Laura. I have to go home. I'm tired, I need some sleep."

"Why are you being this way?"

Ada shook her head, her eyes now glistening too. "Oh... all right... just for a second," she said, looking over her shoulder at the cabbie, who was still honking, rhythmically now.

She drove out of the carriage entrance into the street, then down the block, parking in front of a darkened office building. She shut off the engine and turned to Laura, clearly exasperated but also disturbed. Laura believed she was still fighting the urge to give in.

"You want to," Laura whispered. "I know you do. Just come up for a little while. We'll take a shower together. Nobody will know."

Maybe it was playing dirty, but Laura knew the allusion to the shower would pierce Ada to the quick. They had first fucked in the shower of Ada's townhouse after playing tennis, and in Tucson they had fucked in the shower twice. Somehow it seemed to make their sex unbelievably hot to do it when they were all wet, and Laura knew if there was a shortcut to Ada's sweet pussy, it would be mention of the shower.

Ada smiled in the shadows that swathed the car and would have blushed, Laura was certain, were she pale enough to blush.

"You don't play fair, Laura," she whispered.

"I want to kiss you," Laura whispered back.

There was a long pause while Ada tried to come up with new stratagems of resistance. It was so quiet that they could hear one another breathing.

"I've been a very good girl since you've been out of my life," Ada finally said, in a strained, tortured voice, very soft but mangled by suppressed pain. "Now you have to show up again."

"You want me to leave."

Ada shook her head. She gave Laura a wan, yielding smile. "I'd love to kiss yuh... but I just washed my hay-uh," she said, quoting Bette Davis, a joke she and Laura had shared now for a long time.

Laura put a hand on hers. "Come upstairs with me. I'll wash it for you."

Ada slowly shook her head. Laura felt her heart sink. Oh god, she's going to hold out. She is really determined not to give in.

"Let's go to my place instead," Ada breathed, almost too inaudibly for Laura to hear. "More privacy."

Laura actually had to swallow a squeal of glee. She squirmed in her seat, grinning from ear to ear as Ada started up the car. The thought of the strap-on dildo upstairs in her suitcase briefly troubled her, since it would be the height of bad manners as well as debauched taste to ask Ada to wait while she retrieved it. They would not be able to use it, but she and Ada had incinerated each other with fucking many times before without the need of such aids.

Ada now lived in a high-rise apartment, about ten minutes from Laura's hotel. They parked in the basement garage and took a speedy elevator to the twenty-sixth floor.

"You're doing pretty well for yourself, girl," Laura told her. "This place is even nicer than your last one."

Ada smiled as she removed her tailored jacket. Now that they were inside, alone, proceeding slowly toward the inevitable, she had softened and warmed up to Laura.

"It really is good to see you, Laura," she murmured.

Laura threw her own coat on the sofa back, on top of Ada's jacket. She held out her arms. Ada came into them shyly, as if she had forgotten how to kiss or embrace.

"Laura... you're evil," she whispered, smiling, eyes shining. "You just make me melt. Now you see why I had to run away."

"Don't talk," Laura said, pressing her lips into Ada's full mouth, kissing her slowly, sensually, running her hands up and down Ada's back, dropping them suggestively to her large, firm round ass and squeezing it, digging her fingers into the firm moons, then raising her hands again to Ada's face, caressing her phenomenally smooth cheek tenderly.

"Are you going to use those dirty words again?" Ada murmured into Laura's lips.

"Mmmm... you love it when I talk dirty to you, don't you," Laura sighed, now kissing her more aggressively, sucking her full lips, driving her tongue deep into Ada's mouth.

Ada laughed softly and pulled her face back, her black eyes glistening. "Whenever I think of you, I think of those awful words. I think of Laura talking like a truck driver... like a rapist or something."

"Mmmm, you like me to rape you too, don't you. Admit it."

Ada held Laura's face in both hands, looking deep into her eyes. "Hold still a minute and let me look at you. I still can't believe you're really here."

"I really am. What about that shower? I don't know about you, but I'm feeling sooooo dirty."

Now Ada laughed out loud. "God, you are a caution!" Then she stopped laughing and Laura could see her eyes suddenly go all glassy, as if the point had sunk in. "Come on," Ada laughed, "I'll show you the bathroom."

"Shouldn't we get undressed first?" Laura asked her suggestively again, as they passed through the darkened master bedroom on their way to the bathroom.

Ada stopped and turned, smiling, embarrassed. "I never met anyone like you, Laura. Where are your manners? I'm showing you around. We can't just... you know, start doing everything... without a little getting ready, you know?"

Laura took Ada into her arms, finding her pliant and willing, kissing her again, raising her hands to Ada's breasts, fondling them aggressively through her blouse and bra. "I can," she whispered. "I want you. I want this luscious body."

"You've got sex on the brain," Ada scoffed, flattered, breathing harder.

Laura kissed her dark, smooth neck hungrily, loosening the expensive yellow scarf at the knot with her fingers. Then she kissed Ada's smooth throat.

"I've got Ada on the brain."

Ada pushed her gently away. "Tell you what. You leave your clothes on the bed there. I'll get some towels."

"Good idea," Laura said, meaningfully. "It's probably going to be very wet."

Ada 'blushed' and let it pass. "Then I'll join you in the shower. How's that?"

Laura grinned at her reluctantly. "If you take more than one minute, I'm coming to look for you," she warned.

She realized as she undressed in the dark bedroom, however, that if Ada had joined her in disrobing, they probably would not have made it to the shower at all. Now naked, she popped into the bathroom and found it spacious and marbled, much like Ada's other bathroom. The shower stall was large, separate from the tub, which was also a jacuzzi, Laura realized, like her own. This unfortunately made her think of Dee Dee, which made her think of Sara, and quickly her feelings were in a turmoil totally unconnected to her anticipation of Ada's return.

To stop herself from thinking, she turned on the shower, getting it hot, and looking at herself in the mirror through the swirling filigrees of steam that began to develop. Here you are, cheating on your darling Sara again, Laura, she told herself, a little sternly. But before she could keep castigating herself, Ada appeared with a stack of bath towels. She was also naked, the column of towels held up in front of her body, concealing most of the delectable parts.

"Well, aren't you going to get in?" she asked Laura. "You're wasting my hot water."

"Oh. Of course."

Laura opened the shower stall door and stepped inside, leaving it open a crack for Ada. A moment later, Ada too stepped inside, pulling the glass door shut behind her. Laura's knees grew suddenly weak as she realized what pleasure was in store. The warm water from the shower immediately poured over their naked bodies, making them shiny and wet. Laura pulled Ada's voluptuous, glistening body to hers and sucked the water off her neck, pushing her wet breasts into Ada's, feeling Ada's soft, puffy nipples rubbing against her taut coral buds, excited both from the water and the from the swelling sexual desire she was feeling.

"God, honey, it's been too long," she gasped, licking the water droplets from Ada's shiny wet body thirstily.

She kissed Ada's neck up to her ear, nipping her earlobe, breathing hot breath into the dark whorled beauty, dropping her hands at the same time to Ada's substantial bottom and digging her fingers into the springy round flesh. Ada shivered and moaned softly, her knees obviously weakening too, as Laura's had done. She tried to get her mouth on Laura's body too, but Laura was too much for her. Instead, her hands caressed Laura's wet back, then rose to Laura's face.

"Kiss me, Laura," she murmured through the crash of the shower water. "Kiss me before you... do anything else. Please. I haven't kissed you enough. I want to kiss you more."

"I will kiss you as long as you like," Laura breathed. "I will kiss you forever."

They stood in the hot rain and steam of the shower, kissing sensually and running their hands over each other's wet body, for at least a minute. Laura knew they must have kissed this romantically many times before, but this felt completely fresh and new, and Ada seemed to be a marvelous mixture of pliant sexuality and hungry carnal lechery as she intermingled her tongue with Laura's, dropping her hands now to Laura's breasts and squeezing them urgently.

Ada's hair was still tightly folded behind her head, and while they kissed, Laura began to pull out the bobbie pins that held it in place, tossing them one by one over the top of the shower door into the bathroom, until Ada's black, thick hair spilled down around her shoulders in the way that always made a fire alarm go off deep inside Laura's pussy. Her own hair was already matted in wet ropes around her neck and shoulders, and now that Ada's was billowing out from her head, it began to collect tiny glimmering diamonds of shower water.

By now Laura had pushed Ada back against the tiled wall of the shower and was kissing and sucking and licking her wet, glistening, dark body more aggressively than ever, dropping her face between Ada's large, pendulous breasts, these full, jutting, beautifully-sculpted masterpieces of flesh that she knew no one could have ever appreciated as much as she did. She began to kiss the slippery dark brown globes, moving her mouth from side to side, feeling Ada's fingers dig into her wet, bare shoulders.

Ada's breasts were so beautiful-large, springy, round, wet gourds of flesh, her nipples bulging and bursting and swollen and black and shiny wet-that Laura had to restrain herself from being too rough in her voracious love-assault. She wanted to just suck them down and swallow them greedily. In the middle of kissing and kneading them, she remembered that unlike most women, Ada could actually come just from having them sucked, which she had done once or twice with Laura, to her and Laura's happy surprise. What made Laura remember it was the way Ada's body was quivering and trembling even now, in anticipation of Laura's mouth on her nipples. They were very sensitive, as well as being large, mouth-tempting bulbs of delight.

Laura didn't make her wait. She quickly took one wet black plum deep into her mouth, sucking the water from it and swallowing eagerly, pulling on Ada's plump nipple so sharply that she could hear a tiny cawing gurgle rise up in Ada's throat, even over the noise of the shower water.

"Uawwnnggmmm!" Ada grunted softly, clawing Laura's shoulder. "Ohnnggg... god, we can't do this, Laura!" she gasped. "You're... you're getting me too excited! I'm going to fall or something!"

"You're not going to fall."

Laura pushed her back against the wall, releasing Ada's nipple from her mouth and raising her face to Ada's again, kissing her ravenously and squeezing both of Ada's large wet breasts in her hands. She had been aggressive and passionate before, but now she unleashed the full heat of her lust on Ada.

"You said that before, remember?" Laura panted, reminding her. "But you didn't fall. You just held onto me... and the lights went out for a second. Remember?"

While she was talking, Laura was kissing and sucking every part of Ada's face and neck, slurping the water off her delicious shiny black skin, pinching her large, bulbous nipples, slithering her tongue between Ada's sensual lips. Ada moaned. She tried to laugh but was overcome by Laura's onslaught.

"Oh!" she gasped, half-giggling, clutching Laura's wet, slippery flesh awkwardly, but craning her neck, giving Laura every access to this beautiful part of her body. "Oh! Oh... Laura!"

"Ada... you are so lovely," Laura gasped, licking the beads of water from one of Ada's shiny black shoulders, slithering her tongue into the spooned shallow beneath her collarbone. "I want your beautiful body, I want every inch of you, I love kissing and licking you... I want to fuck you, Ada."