It’s quite unusual to see someone naked before you get to know them, she pondered, as she let Deborah pour her another glass of wine.
“In case you’re wondering, the answer is yes.” Deborah shot her a half-drunk smile. “And don’t tell me you haven’t been wondering. You can’t keep your eyes off of her.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Karen grinned, her gaze still fixed on Joan. “And even if I did… what are you doing hiding hot lesbians from me?”
“I just haven’t had a chance to introduce you, that’s all.” Deborah winked. “As far as I know, she’s single.” She turned around and refilled everyone else’s glass.
“You obviously don’t know much about her,” Karen mumbled more to herself than to Deborah, who had reached the other end of the room by then.
Joan stood talking to Andy and Karen realised they weren’t making much effort at covertly glancing at her. Andy waved her over and with her heart pounding in her throat Karen shuffled towards them.
“I’ve just been told that for once I’m not the only one in the room.” Joan accompanied her statement with a wide smile, baring a row of immaculate white teeth. Karen thought it a bit daunting to hit on a woman whose near-perfect body she saw on regular display. She should be glad it was a hot lesbian and not a chunky Chinese man who lived opposite her, but the sight of Joan had quite the tongue-tying effect on her.
“Have you lived here long?” Karen asked clumsily. ‘I recently moved into the building next door.”
Joan studied Karen’s face and pouted her lips before she spoke. “Maybe I’ve seen you around the neighbourhood then. That wasn’t a pick-up line earlier, you really do look familiar.”
“Pity,” Karen’s confidence grew. After all, she’d always been fully clothed on her balcony. “About the pick-up line, I mean.” The wine was also ascending to her head rapidly. She’d only had a few crisps for dinner and a thin sliver of birthday cake, her stomach too upset by Joan’s arrival to have much of an appetite left. She shot Joan a coy smile and looked around for a bottle of wine.
“I do apologise.” Joan moved a little closer and the taut skin stretching around her bicep as she held up her glass brushed against Karen’s arm, sending a shiver up her spine. Joan cast her eyes down to the spot where their skin touched and bit her bottom lip. “Is this better?”
“Yes.” Karen was reduced to stammering again. All the time she’d spent watching Joan in the shower felt like foreplay and, for Karen, there was only one satisfying outcome. She bent her head and sniffed Joan’s skin. “You smell divine. Which brand of soap do you use?” Karen remembered the foam trickling down Joan’s breasts when she leaned back to rinse her hair.
When their glances met, Karen saw the sparkle in Joan’s eyes intensify, as if the penny was about to drop.
“Clinique Happy Body Wash.” Joan whispered it in Karen’s ear like dirty talk. “Quite pricey, but I just love it.”
“I’ve noticed.” Heat rushed through Karen’s blood.
“Would you like to try it?” Joan’s lips were still hovering around Karen’s ear. “I live right across the hall.”
Karen swallowed hard, then nodded. “I know.” She glanced around for a sign of Andy. When she caught his eye, she winked and slanted her head towards the door, indicating she wanted to leave. Andy gave her an obnoxious thumbs-up, but Karen refrained from rolling her eyes. Instead, she gave in to the lust pooling in her blood and grabbed Joan’s hand.
“So you like to watch.” Joan closed the door of her apartment behind them and leaned against the small dining table. Her lips curved into an audacious smile. “How would you like it if you were the one being watched?”
Karen stepped closer and peered into Joan’s eyes. “But you’ve only just showered.”
“And you weren’t there to see.”
“I had a party to attend.” Karen placed her hands on Joan’s hips. “The people you meet at these things.” She snuck her hands up Joan’s sides, lifting up her top in the process.
“Tell me about it.” Joan’s breath caught in her throat as Karen jerked her tank top over her breasts.
Karen pressed her body against Joan and kissed her. She could feel Joan’s nipples stiffen through the fabric of her bra. Joining Joan in the shower hadn’t made it to Karen’s fantasies yet - they’d been more traditionally located in the bedroom - but it looked like she wouldn’t need to waste any time on imagining that one.
Joan’s lips nibbled their way to her ear. “Let me show you to the bathroom.”
It was like stepping onto the set of a TV show she’d been following for years. The bathroom was tiny, like most in this city, the tub doubling as a shower. A bright bulb illuminated them from above, preventing them from seeing anything but dots of yellow light beaming from the buildings outside.
“That’s your flat.” Joan brought Karen’s arm up and pointed it to the window. Karen could barely make out her balcony, it was one of so many - then again, most balconies probably didn’t have someone appearing on them at eight o’clock every night. “I do love a captive audience.”
Joan’s nipples probed into Karen’s back. All the memories of a dripping wet Joan flooded back into her brain. Karen felt Joan’s breath on her neck as her lips drew closer before planting a moist kiss on her shoulder. Her own nipples perked up as Joan rubbed her hands over her belly, snaking them up to her breasts. All eyes on me now, Karen thought as her gaze was lost in the twinkling lights outside. The possibility of other people watching her - them - heightened her senses. Joan’s fingers had reached her nipples , caressing them over the lace of her bra.
“Time to soap up,” Joan whispered, and moved her hands to Karen’s back where they unclasped her bra. With one swift move, Joan hoisted Karen’s top and bra over her head and arms. There she stood, half-naked on display for the neighbourhood. Karen saw their reflection in the window. Joan’s hands were on her shoulders, creeping down to her trousers, ready to undo them as well.
Karen spun around to face Joan. Now her pants had dropped down, her nudity against Joan’s half-dressed state felt quite unbalanced. She folded her arms around Joan’s waist and dropped her hands to cup her buttocks. Joan’s lips tasted of wine and peanuts when she kissed her again. Karen’s clit pulsed between her legs and she briefly wondered what her panty-clad behind looked like to casual balcony-standers.
Joan grew impatient and flipped open the button of her jeans. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.” She grinned and let them sink to the floor, underwear included. Karen had to stop herself from kneeling and burying her tongue in Joan’s pussy. Instead, she tugged off her own panties and watched as Joan got rid of her bra.
Joan stepped into the tub first and extended her hand gallantly to facilitate Karen’s entrance. The side of the tub was covered by a foldable frosted glass shield that, Karen suspected, extended far enough to protect users of the shower from prying outside eyes. Joan obviously had no interest in using it. She turned on the tap and the first hit of water was freezing cold, causing Karen’s skin to break out in goosebumps. The pressure was perfect though, massaging her scalp and relaxing her shoulder muscles.
With closed eyes, their mouths met and water dripped down their lips as they kissed. Joan broke the lip-lock and reached for the soap, an orange, expensive-looking tube. She squirted some in her hands and rubbed them together to make it cream.
“Turn around.” Karen was beyond hesitation now. She just wanted Joan’s hands to spread the divine smelling lotion over her skin. Facing the window, she leaned back against Joan’s breasts to give her neighbour’s hands free reign. Joan let her fingers sneak down over Karen’s shoulders, exploring her skin along the way, until they reached her nipples. Simultaneously, Joan tweaked both, her fingers slippery from the foam. Joan’s breasts rubbed against Karen’s back and her pubes pressed against her buttocks.
Karen saw herself in the reflection of the window, as if she was watching from the outside but experiencing it
all as an insider as well. She pictured herself on her balcony, watching as Joan fondled a woman. Only, she was the woman who Joan was stroking and washing and getting more and more moist in every spot.
Joan’s hands travelled down now, transporting the slithery foam between Karen’s legs. Her fingers slipped through her pubic hair and Karen followed the mirrored motions in the window. She witnessed her mouth opening wider when one of Joan’s fingers skated along her clit. Joan’s other hand was on her left nipple, rolling it between thumb and index finger while her mouth remained at ear-height.
“As far as bathrooms go,” Joan hissed. “This one has a prime location.” Her finger encircled Karen’s clit. “And you know how hard that is to come by in this city.”
Karen closed her eyes, blocking out the sight of herself getting more and more aroused by Joan’s actions and words. She forgot about the people that might or might not be watching. She slanted her body against Joan, who held her with a firm grip around her chest, her fingers at perfect nipple-height.
“Of all the times I’ve had sex in this apartment,” Joan continued and her use of the word ‘sex’, the way she let the ‘s’ sit on her lips before releasing it, made Karen’s knees buckle, “I would say seventy-five percent of them started here.”
Joan gradually increased the pressure on Karen’s clit. It was so swollen and lubricated by both her own juices and the soapy water that Karen knew she wouldn’t be able to take much more direct stimulation.
“It’s no surprise you’re getting so excited.” The pace of Joan’s fingers increased, half-hovering over and half-caressing her clit. “I’ve noticed how often you watch me.”
Karen’s nipple was just as wet as her pussy. Joan’s fingers kept manipulating it, squeezing it tightly and then releasing it to the same rhythm as her other hand manoeuvred around Karen’s clit.
“Come for me now.” Karen never had anyone say that to her and the sheer power of the words made her shiver with delight. Her clit throbbed against Joan’s fingers as she climaxed, her legs weak and her head thrown back on Joan’s shoulder.
“And that was just foreplay.” Joan kissed Karen’s neck and chuckled in her ear.
Karen caught her breath and checked herself in the window. Heat flushed her cheeks as drops of water streamed from her hair. She could give as good as she could get and she had every intention of doing so.
“You really love the sound of your own voice, don’t you?” Karen turned around and cupped Joan’s cheeks. “I know a thing or two that should shut you up.”
A mischievous grin spread across Joan’s face.
“Can’t wait.” Joan started to get out of the bath.
“Oh no, I don’t think so.” Karen grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back. “Right here is where I want you.” She brought her lips to Joan’s ear. “Where everyone can see you.”
“Fair enough.” Joan leaned in to kiss her, a wet slippery meeting of lips involving teeth and the sucking of tongues. When they broke apart Karen spun Joan around and gently pushed her forward until her hands rested on the narrow ledge above the tub. Her back was arched inward and her behind stuck out, giving Karen ample access.
Karen slicked her wet hands over Joan’s back while peering into the darkness of the city. Whoever was watching tonight was getting one hell of a show. She traced her fingers between Joan’s raised cheeks and wished she had a strap-on at her disposal. Joan probably had one on offer, but Karen couldn’t wait that long. This moment in the shower was theirs. Weeks of peeking had come down to this. She was about to plunge her fingers inside Joan and she had no time for interruptions.
Sitting down on the edge of the tub for stability and a better view - much better than the glowing buildings outside - Karen let her fingers dance across the length of Joan’s moist pussy. Drops of water trickled down her legs and clouds of foam clung to her skin.
“Fuck me,” Joan moaned and Karen had to obey. There was something in Joan’s voice, an implied authority impossible to ignore, that urged Karen to follow its commands. She couldn’t wait for Joan to ask her to come for her again. But she had some unfinished business to attend to first.
Karen positioned one hand close to Joan’s clit and the other at the entrance of her glistening pussy. She circled a finger around the rim a few times and then gently pushed inwards. Joan’s heat wrapped itself around her, clamping her fingers tight. Desire pooled between Karen’s legs again as she saw Joan’s back arch, like a trembling wire on a bow, to the rhythm of her thrusts.
“More.” Joan’s voice grew hoarse as her moans increased. “Faster.”
Karen didn’t waste any time executing the command. She fucked Joan with three fingers while the thumb of her other hand inched closer to her clit. Joan was captured between her arms, at her mercy, like in the countless fantasies she had given in to lately.
The walls of Joan’s pussy contracted around Karen’s thrusting fingers. Karen could feel Joan’s climax approach as her pussy tightened around her knuckles, driving them together. Touching another woman inside like that, exerting such power over her pleasure, always drove Karen a little crazy.
Joan breathed heavily now. A syncopated moan crescendoed out of her throat and announced the arrival of her orgasm. She bucked down on Karen’s fingers one last time before trembling through the remnants of her climax.
Karen slipped out of Joan, a bit reluctant to leave the intense warmth of her pussy, and helped her up.
“Excellent handiwork,” Joan said as she shook her wrists to release the tension from them. “And excellent idea.” A sparkle twinkled in her eyes. Karen wondered what else her new favourite neighbour had in store tonight.
“Let me show you my bedroom.”
“Can’t wait to see the view.”
They scrambled out of the tub and exited the bathroom still wet from the deluxe shower.
The curtains were drawn in Joan’s room, only allowing for slivers of light to pierce through the cracks.
“Very modest.” Karen grinned and started to reach for the curtain, curious to see what lay on the other side. Joan yanked her arm away mid-stretch and pulled Karen towards the bed, where she waited with her legs spread and her skin hot and wet.
“It’s your turn now.” Joan let her back crash onto the mattress and dragged Karen on top of her.
“For what?” Before Joan could answer, Karen kissed her until her entire body throbbed with desire again.
“You’ve been ogling me for weeks.” Joan pushed Karen up by her shoulders, a dirty smirk plastered across her face. “Don’t tell me you haven’t been dreaming of this.”
“If I have.” Karen lowered herself and bit Joan’s earlobe before continuing. “The person in my dreams was never this cocky.”
With a swift movement, Joan eased herself out from under Karen and straddled her before she could protest. “Speaking of which.” Joan cast her glance to the night stand next to the bed. “I have a new toy I’ve been dying to try out.”
Karen’s pussy tingled at the thought of Joan fucking her, again and again. “I’ll be your guinea pig on one condition.”
“What’s that?” The last drops of water splashed down from Joan’s hair onto Karen’s neck.
“Open the curtains.” Just saying the words made Karen’s blood sizzle.
Joan snickered and found Karen’s ear. “Somehow I always end up with the shy ones.”
Underground Encounter
By Tamsin Flowers
It happened when I first came to London, as a student. Back in the early 2000s. I’d finally escaped my small-town hell and in the big city I was one hundred per cent focused on enjoying my new freedoms. I wanted to make the most of the fact that if I drank a couple of beers and played a game of pool, I wouldn’t have to explain myself to my father, and that if I happened to have a heavy necking session out by the bleachers, it wouldn’t be transmitted around my whole high school class in less than ten. No, when I arrived in London, I knew nobody and there were no connect
ions that could report back on me to the old town. And that suited me fine.
I had come over on a scholarship to study particle physics at London’s Imperial College, but I wasn’t going to let that stand in the way of my fun. The guys on my course were pretty geeky, but London was my playground and if I spent my days with scientists, I didn’t have to spend the nights with them, too. My new roomie was also a studious type, a girl who wore corduroy pants and hand-knitted tank tops and spent most of her time in the library. I think her name was Lesley and she came from somewhere in the north of England called Coxhoe - but some reason I always found the place name easier to remember than her name. I couldn’t have been happier; all the time she spent book jockeying in the library left our room free for me to play jockey of another kind - and I certainly used my time well.
What it all boiled down to was that I was a hot, horny American chick, let loose in London, and I was damn sure I was going to have the most fun that I possibly could. And that was what led to one of the most exciting sexual experiences of my life, the one I’m building up to tell you all about. The one that remains seared on my memory. And I have to be totally honest, it’s the one I think about when I can’t sleep at night, when I need my fingers to do the walking and scratch that little itch… Then I remember every detail, every delicious moment of what I call my underground encounter.
In fact, it was a down to a dare. You know, the sort of drunken dare games you play in the bar. I was with a couple of girls that night who had the same attitude to study as I did - best left for the daylight hours. We spent our evenings down in the student bar, a grotty little dive where the beer was cheap and the girls were cheaper. It was a reasonable place for passing the time and picking up guys and it had the added benefit of being only five minutes’ walk from my dorm. If Lesley was out of the way it was just too easy to get a guy up to my room for a steamy session on my narrow single bed.
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