by Mia Moore
“I’m asking what sort of a sexual encounter are you expecting?”
I’m hoping that you’ll throw me on the ground and make me your willing bitch was what she wanted to say. “Uhhh… I think you’re a strong personality…”
“I see. You like me being butch.”
Tara nodded, her eyes on the tablecloth. Joan reached over, and with a finger under her chin, turned Tara’s head back to face her. Tara started to chew on her lower lip again. “I think you look very sexy, Tara,” she said in a low voice.
“Thank you…”
“Are you wearing panties under that short skirt?”
Almost mouthing the words, she replied softly, “A thong.”
“Start fingering your clit for me. Right here, right now. When you cum, I want to suck your finger of all your cream.” Joan chose this restaurant because they used linen tablecloths that went three quarters down the height.
“I…”
“Now, Tara.”
She dropped her right hand from the table’s surface to her lap. She glanced around the busy bar. Why did Joanie have to choose a table so close to the entrance? She had never been shy about having sex in front of others at the events she and Steve had been to with their swinger friends, but this was a far cry from that! She moved her hand to her skirt’s hem. Nudging her hips forward on the seat, she spread her knees enough for access.
Chapter 7
Oh shit, this is so dirty! She kept one leg bent at the knee as she opened the other leg wider. Her finger found the fabric of her thong and slid below the elastic. Softly, she began to rub the outside of her pussy lips.
Joan had been watching as Tara adjusted herself. She was a housewife, a career woman, a mother and an experienced swinger. In spite of all that, she looked so innocent and vulnerable right now—being in new territory did that.
“Good girl,” said Joan.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you what, hon?”
Tara almost stopped breathing. “Thank you ma’am?”
Joan nodded. “Now, tell me what your fantasy had been.”
Tara swallowed and inhaled sharply. “Do I…”
“Tell me, Tara.” Joan’s dark eyes were boring into her. It was all she could see. If she just kept her eyes on her, she’d be able to do this… Maybe.
Joan reached over and took Tara’s other hand. Turning it face up on the table, she began to trace her finger across the woman’s palm. “You said you wanted me to ravish you, didn’t you? How would that happen?”
Ohhh boy, Joanie, you have no ideas how many different way’s you’ve ravished me in the past week! Well, in my imagination, anyway…
“Uhhh…” She took her finger away from her panties and put it up to her mouth, wetting it. She put it back. There, that was better. She began to rub a little more firmly.
“Go on.”
“I’ve had a lot of ideas on how you would ravish me… The one I’m thinking about right now is that we would meet by chance…”
“Where?”
“In a park. In the summer time. I would be wearing a sun dress and sandals, and you… well, you’d be dressed pretty much like you are now, except with a tank top instead of a shirt…”
Joan undid three buttons on her black shirt and pulled it aside. “Something like this?” she asked, showing Tara a ribbed tee shirt.
“Yes! Just like that—without a bra! I love the fact that you don’t wear a bra!” Tara could see Joanie’s stiff nipples sticking out from her small breasts. Joanie tucked the shirt back together and redid a button or two.
“Okay, tank top… so we bump into each other on one of the walking trails in the park on a summer afternoon…”
“Yes! I was just out for a breath of fresh air, and had watched the band play an afternoon concert. My husband’s away on business, and I was feeling a little bored…” Her finger started to rub a little more firmly as she lay back into her seat.
Joanie watched Tara’s eyes close. She glanced over at the bar and the rest of the people coming in and out, glad that she chose the table for two in the alcove.
“And so then, you said hello, and I said hi, and we chatted a little bit… about boring crap, like the weather and such. I told you that I was just taking a walk through the wood trails, and you asked if you could join me, and I said yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m absolutely fascinated by you… you’re so… manly, yet there’s no mistaking you’re a girl… I love your hips being so wide… and your tits being so small…
“I turn you on…” Joan was almost whispering.
Tara clenched her eyes tight. “Yes!” I started thinking about you the morning after that night I had sex with a woman for the first time.” Her eyes opened and she looked at Joan. “I think I’ve been thinking about you sexually from the first time we met five years ago… but I don’t think I gave myself permission or something… to really think about it.”
Joan leaned into Tara. She rested one hand on top of Tara’s down in her own lap, and with the other, cupped Tara’s face and kissed her.
When their mouths touched, an electrical charge went from Tara’s lips straight to her belly. Oh God…
Joanie sat back. “Then what happened?”
Tara’s hand was still in her lap, only her index finger moving in firm circles around the top of her vulva.
“I decided to tease you.”
“How?”
“Well, we’re walking in a wooded path, and I flashed you innocently. I would seen an interesting flower, and with my back to you bent over with my knees straight. I felt the hem of my sundress rise over my ass, and I knew that you were watching.”
“Mmmm… dirty girl…”
“No… tease! I wanted you to want me… But you were onto my games.”
“It’s been done before, yes…”
“So, the third time I did it, I had to kick it up. I bent over at a spot about fifteen feet off the path, by a big tree, and oooh’d and ahhh’d. I looked over my shoulder to see you watching. You had your thumbs hooked over your belt buckle, and your fingers were massaging the top of the fly on your jeans.” She had her eyes closed, seeing the scene in her mind’s eye. “I called to you, ‘you should come here and see this, Joanie’. And you did… you came up right behind me.”
“And there wasn’t anything there but some weeds, right?” Joanie’s own hand was now under the table, her other holding Tara’s.
“That’s right… but you were standing right behind my ass…” Tara leaned into Joanie and whispered, “I never wear panties in the summer.” Her fingers clenched under Joanie’s hand. “I asked you ‘Isn’t it pretty?’, and I knew you were looking at my ass and bare pussy lips.”
“Fucking tease…”
“That’s what you said to me in the park! I looked you in the eyes over my shoulder, and you know what I said?”
“What.”
“I said back ‘A tease is a horny bitch who doesn’t have the guts,’ and I rolled my hips a little.” She inhaled sharply as a small pre-orgasm ran through her. “You stepped into me, and grabbed me by my hips and ground your jeans into my ass…” The first one was just fading, but the second one was starting. “You said ‘I got the guts for both of us, you sexy bitch!”
Tara didn’t give a shit about being in public or not. When the second orgasm hit her, promising the third to be thunderous, she arched her back into the seat. Joanie hitched her arm around her shoulders and snuggled her in close. Tara’s feet came off the floor, her heels tucking under her ass and she began to slide two fingers up inside her wet pussy.
The waitress came by to check on their drinks. She stopped for a second watching the two women. Nothing was visible from the restaurant floor, but close to the table, she could see the tablecloth vibrating, and Tara’s head turned into Joan’s shoulder. With a small smile, she turned on her heel back to the bar. She’d bring another round… in few minutes…
Joanie tucked Tara’s he
ad into her neck. She could feel her breath as she continued the rest of the tale in a rush. Her breath was warm, and sweet smelling from the scotch.
“You ground yourself into my ass, and your hand came around and rubbed my belly. I reached out and grabbed the tree, encircling it with my arms as you began to fingerfuck me right there in the forest.” Her hand plunged in deeper. “Oh God… I held onto the tree, and your other hand began to pinch my nipples. You grabbed and kneaded my breasts hard…”
“I love your fucking breasts, Tara… I can’t wait to suck them…”
“I have to suck your breasts, Joanie!” it came out in a gasp. “I want to suck your nipples and shove my whole tongue up inside your pussy!” A shudder went through her calves, up her thighs and into her hips. Oh fuck… here it comes!
Her head twisted into Joanie’s neck as she came. She sucked on her neck with her inhales, only able to grunt with her exhales, her whole body trembling.
As she began to come down from her ecstasy, Joanie took her hand from her crotch and raised it to her mouth. She held it in front of her, admiring the creamy fluid glistening where her fingernail met the pad. Holding Tara’s hand by the thumb, she put it in her mouth. Tara’s head came out of the alcove of her neck as she watched Joanie clean her fingers of her juice.
She chewed on her lip as Joanie and her eyes fell into each other, Joanie making greedy sucking noises and murmurs of approval, now holding Tara’s hand in both of her own.
Finishing, she softly placed Tara’s hand on the table.
“I’m so turned on right now,” she said softly.
Tara stroked the side of her head. “What would you like to do, ma’am?” she coo’ed. “Whatever you want, let’s do it.”
Joan drummed her fingers on the table. “No, not now. I got an idea though.”
Chapter 8
Several days later Tara was on a king size bed in a hotel room naked, doing 69 with a woman who was a younger version of herself. Both women were curled into each other’s hips, licking and sucking with their mouths, and fingering each other’s pussies, egging their partner on towards orgasm.
The door to the room swung open, and they both lifted their heads in surprise. A man and woman in some kind of uniform stepped into the room.
“No! I’m almost there!” hissed Tara.
“Shut up, bitch,” said the woman. Thick bodied and short haired, she stepped over to the bed and grabbed Tara by the ankle. “Who gives a damn whether you get off or not?” She looked over her shoulder to the man she entered the room with. “This one’s mine, Steve, do whatever the fuck you want with that young cunt.” She pulled Tara down to the edge of the bed.
“Run, Krista!” said Tara. Krista scrambled to the side of the bed, but wasn’t fast enough. Steve hustled around the edge. Grabbing her, he lifted her off her feet and threw her back onto the mattress. Her petite body bounced once. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards him. She tried to kick at him, but he was too strong. He held her down by her chest with one hand.
“Looks to me these two don’t know what the rules are in jail, Joan,” he said. Krista lifted herself on her arms and tried to scoot away. “Seems like you’re not going to go with the program willingly, eh, bitch? That’s okay…” He pulled a pair of leather cuffs from his belt and fell on top of her. As she struggled against his weight, he grabbed her arms one at a time and wrapped and buckled the restraints on each wrist. Rising up, he flipped her onto her belly, and bringing her hands behind her, he attached the two cuffs with a snap hook.
“There. Now make one peep, and you’ll get this,” his other hand took a ball gag from his belt and he held it up.
Wide eyed in fear, Krista whispered, “I’ll be good,” and hung her head.
Joan had been tightly holding Tara by the hair through all this. “Well, these two shoplifters seem to have strong sex drives, Steve. I think we can perform a public service for them by relieving their stress, what do you think?”
Steve nodded. “Yeah. Just another day at the office at the detention center after lights out, Joan.” He gestured to Krista lying on the bed before him. “You want this one?”
“Nahh… she looks to me like she needs man meat more that dyke mouth, buddy.” She lifted Tara by the hair. “This one looks like she needs some pussy though.” Standing Tara up, she marched her over to the love seat beside the bed. “Go to town with that one, I am dying to see if this one’s as good with her mouth as she looks!” Still holding Tara by the hair, she bent in to kiss her. She shoved her mouth on top of Tara’s forcing her tongue between her teeth and began probing her mouth. She pulled her head back. “You better kiss back, girl, or this can get a lot worse.”
She sunk her head back onto Tara’s now open mouth and began to kiss her again. Their tongues began the erotic dance of promises to come. Joan released Tara’s hair, enfolding her into her arms, crushing her bare breasts into her dark blue shirt.
Tara’s arms encircled Joan, and began to stroke her back, from below her shoulder blades down to her belt. She grabbed at her shirt and began to tug it out from Joan’s pants.
Breaking the kiss again, Joan called over to Steve, “Hey, this one learns quick!” She bent over Tara’s back, her finger running up and down her ass cheek. “Mmmm… want some of this asshole…” she muttered as her finger found Tara’s rosebud anus and pressed into it.
Tara had her shirt completely untucked, and as she was undoing the buttons from the bottom, jerked when Joanie pushed her finger against her asshole. A swat on her asscheek told her to remain still. She hugged her face into the taller woman’s chest, feeling her nipples stiffen against her shirt.
Joanie’s finger stopped its probing. “More of that, later. Take off my clothes, bitch.”
“Hell yeah, Ma’am… finally!” Tara said. She dropped to her knees to undo Joanie’s Doc Marten boots. She ripped at the laces, and one at a time slipped the boots off. She had both socks off as fast as she could and stood up on her knees. She fumbled with Joanie’s belt buckle for a few seconds, opened it, and unbuttoned the top of her pants. She turned her head up to Joanie and licked her lips as she slid the zipper of the fly down. Oh God, yes! Hooking her hands around the beltline of the pants, she wormed them down Joanie’s hips, pulling down the boxer shorts worn underneath at the same time. She held them down at her feet as Joanie stepped out of them, now naked from the waist down.
Tara sat back on her haunches, looking at this woman who had been the focus of her dirtiest obsessions since that first night at The G-Spot.
“A total butch bitch,” rang in her head as she looked. Her hips flared out from her thick waist, leading to heavy thighs. Her pussy was unshaven, but close cropped—Tara could see the petals of Joanie’s pussy lips peeking out. She leaned forward again, her hands stroking Joanie’s thighs. They were going to be so firm around her when she ate her out. She couldn’t wait. She nuzzled into Joanie’s bush, inhaling deeply her frank, heavy musk. There was no overlay of perfume nor ‘feminine deodorant’, just a purely natural, thick aroma of the woman’s own passion.
As Joanie stood still, Tara almost reverently pushed apart the outer lips of her pussy with her thumbs, laying exposed the pink fleshy interior. She looked up into Joanie’s eyes.
“Please…” she said.
Joanie grasped her hair again. “Not yet. Finish undressing me.”
Tara stood and quickly unbuttoned the blouse, leaving the folds of the fabric to hang as her hands undid each one. She stood and gripped each side of Joanie’s blouse.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” she said.
Joanie’s turned her head away and she chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment. She turned back to Tara. “I know…” her eyes glancing up and down Tara’s body. “I’m not beautiful, you know…” her voice soft.
Tara’s mouth twitched as her hands toyed with Joanie’s shirt. “I don’t know about that,” she breathed. “I haven’t been able to get this moment out of my mind for weeks.” Sh
e fluttered the edges of Joanie’s blouse.
“Tease!” muttered Joanie. “Go ahead already!”
With a snap of her wrists, Tara yanked the shirt off and down, leaving it at their feet. She looked down Joanie’s chest.
“Oh God… better than I hoped!” Each breast was the size of half a navel orange, topped by pink nipples. Joanie never tanned topless, the flesh of each breast pale white. The aeroles were puffy in lust. Each nipple the diameter of a pale pink crayon, jutting out more than half an inch. Begging to be sucked. Aching to be chewed. Tara raised her hands to Joanie’s breasts, rubbing them softly, feeling the nipples groove between each finger. She hooked a nipple in the web of her fingers and made small circles with her hands, tugging at them slightly.
Joanie’s knees quivered.
“You like this, Ma’am?” Tara said.
Wordlessly, Joanie eased past Tara and lay down on the love seat. With one foot on the floor, she raised the other on the backrest. She beckoned to Tara with a finger.
Tara eased down on top of her, taking her face in her hands and kissed her deeply. Pulling away, she traced her tongue down Joanie’s chest. She cupped one breast in both hands, squeezing it slightly, and looking up into Joanie’s eyes, put her mouth over it and began to suck.
It was as profound a moment as the first time she went down on a guy. She was lost in a sense of awe and wonder as she fit the fleshy mound into her mouth, her tongue dancing on the nipple and surrounding puffy areole. She moved her head away and back in, sucking on the entire orb. It tasted wonderful—Joanie’s skin had almost a cinnamon taste, the untanned skin smooth as butter in her mouth.
She moved from one to the other, worshipping it in the same manner as she nestled her thigh between Joanie’s leg, feeling the moistness there as Joanie spread even wider.
She raised her head, and again kissed Joanie deeply, who wrapped her fingers in her hair. Tara’s hands could only stroke the close cut hair on Joanie’s head in return, feeling the shape of her scalp under her fingers. She pulled away for a second.
