Staff accommodation was offered in a village a couple of miles down the road from Holwood, which saved her the bother of having to look for somewhere to live. Guy Burton, a brash young New Yorker who was in overall charge of the fitness staff, explained that her duties would involve not only taking four exercise classes a day, ranging from a gentle early-morning walk around the grounds to a highly demanding boxercise class, but also supervising the swimming pool for the odd half-hour. Natalie was so relieved to be away from Phil, her lousy job and her damp-ridden flat she would have performed a nightly striptease in the dining room if it had been a necessary part of her contract.
The first morning she walked into the light, airy exercise studio, dressed in her staff-issue pink-and-black leotard, and announced, “Hi, my name’s Natalie, I’m taking you for half an hour of gentle aerobics,” she was nervous as a kitten. She was being supervised by Jade Peterson, one of the other instructors, but she was still terrified she’d fall flat on her backside while trying to demonstrate the grapevine, or press the wrong button on the portable sound system and deafen everyone with a blast of feedback. Fortunately, she had no such problems. Jade was at the back of the class, going through the routine with everyone else and giving her the odd thumbs-up when Natalie glanced over anxiously at her, and by the time they’d gone through the cooling-down stretches and Natalie asked everyone to raise their right hand, then their left, and give themselves a clap, she was feeling considerably more confident.
Natalie was on probation for the first couple of weeks, but by the end of that time she’d managed not to lose anyone on the morning walk, or to drown anyone in the afternoon aqua-aerobics session, and her old life seemed a million miles away.
She was also starting to become good friends with the other instructors. Guy and Nigel, as the two male members of the fitness staff, tended to team up with each other in the evenings, occasionally venturing over to Sheffield to sample the nightclubs or take in a concert at the purpose-built arena, and she found herself spending a lot of time with Jade. A couple of years older than Natalie, her colleague had curly shoulder-length dark hair and a voluptuous figure toned to healthy perfection by constant exercise. All the instructors gained their share of admiring and envious glances from the guests, many of whom were elderly and knew they were carrying far more weight than was good for them, but most of them reserved special praise for Jade.
One Friday afternoon, Natalie bumped into Jade walking through the hushed beauty area, where the guests were waiting to be taken off and pummeled into relaxed submission by a masseuse, painted with aromatic clay and wrapped in a thermal blanket in an attempt to rid themselves of cellulite, or have their feet buffed and smoothed by a pedicure specialist. Jade was carrying an armful of files and looking slightly harassed. Natalie had just finished a grueling spin class, which for most of the guests was the equivalent of going three rounds with a heavyweight champion, and was heading for a well-earned glass of fruit juice in the staffroom.
“Hi, Jade, how’s it going?” Natalie asked.
“Oh, I’m running late as usual. Bloody Nigel borrowed my iPod, and I had to go get it back so I’ve got music for my crystal relaxation class. By the way, Natalie, have you got anything planned for tonight?”
Natalie shook her head. The schedules gave the staff one weekend off in four, and she’d been down to visit her parents the previous week, so she’d accepted this weekend was going to involve a lot of hard work.
“Tell you what,” Jade said. “Let’s get a bottle of wine, a couple of DVDs and just slob out at my place. How does that sound?”
“Brilliant,” Natalie admitted.
“OK. When’s your next class?”
“I’ve got cardio-splash at five, and then I’m looking after the pool until six.”
“Right. I’ll see you in the car park at six thirty.”
By seven o’clock that evening, Natalie had her feet up on Jade’s chintz-patterned sofa, a glass of chilled white wine in her hand, feeling thoroughly mellow. Jade had popped into the superstore on the ring road and treated herself to the latest slushy Richard Gere blockbuster. While the opening credits rolled, she opened a packet of Kettle Chips and poured it into a glass serving dish, then placed it within convenient distance of both women.
“Just think,” she said, settling down in an easy chair and taking a huge handful of chips. “If the guests at the Hall could see us now, they’d go mad.”
“Yeah, hardly practicing what we preach, are we?” Natalie took a sip of her wine. “Empty calories, alcohol and severe couch-potato-dom . . . And it’s wonderful!”
“Well, I think we deserve it,” Jade said. “You especially.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Natalie’s interest was piqued but the film had started and Jade shushed her.
An hour and a half later, having drained the wine, scoffed all the nibbles and done serious damage to a box of tissues at the film’s tear-jerking ending, Jade got up to make coffee. Natalie took the chance to return to the conversation they’d started earlier.
“What did you mean when you said I deserve – this?” She gestured slightly drunkenly to the scene around them.
Jade measured coffee into the cafetière. “Well, if you’re honest, you’re a bit hard on yourself, aren’t you? I mean, if I had to describe you in one word, it would be ‘driven’. Like you’re trying to get away from something.”
For the first time in ages, Natalie thought of Phil. True, working at Holwood Hall had pushed him out of her mind, but she had to admit she hadn’t really relaxed in all that time. Was she exercising to exorcise him? she wondered, wincing inwardly at the excruciating pun.
Aware she’d never really talked to anyone about Phil, something about the concern in Jade’s dark eyes encouraged her to confess. “You’re right, I did come here to get away from something. Well, someone, really. There was this bloke. He was absolutely gorgeous, but he just couldn’t be faithful, and I put up with it for ages because I thought if I didn’t, then I’d lose him.” Her voice quavered and she fell silent. Not only had she not talked about Phil, she hadn’t cried over him. If she did, she was afraid she wouldn’t stop.
Jade took Natalie in a consoling hug. “If you ask me, you’re better off without men like that.”
“True. So what about you, Jade? How do you cope with man troubles?”
“To be honest, love, I never have them.” Looking Natalie straight in the eye, she said, “If you hadn’t already noticed, I’m not into men. I prefer petite blondes.”
“What?” Natalie was slightly taken aback. Everyone has their stereotype image of a lesbian, she supposed, and hers certainly wasn’t Jade. The last sentence burned into her mind. She was all too aware she was a good six inches shorter than Jade, with hair the colour of ripening corn.
“Don’t worry, Natalie, I didn’t have an ulterior motive in bringing you here,” she said. “I just thought you needed an evening’s fun.”
This was the moment when Natalie ought to thank her friend for a nice evening and ask for the phone number of the nearest cab firm, but she didn’t. Perhaps the alcohol had fuddled her brain. Perhaps she just wanted to see what Jade would do next.
What she did was brush Jade’s lips with her own, with gossamer lightness.
“So tell me,” Jade whispered teasingly, “how do you feel about other women?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I’ve never consciously fancied one, but . . .”
“But?” Now Jade’s lips came down on Natalie’s, and this time they stayed there, drawing a response from Natalie. Jade’s mouth was soft, gentler than Phil’s, with no dragging sensation of stubble against the skin, and Natalie began to relax. The kettle whistled as it boiled, but neither woman noticed.
“Come on,” Jade said, when they finally broke the kiss. “Let’s go back to the sofa and get comfortable.”
She led Natalie by one hand back to her living room, and pulled her down on the sofa, smoothing her hair away from
her face and planting kisses on her neck, cheeks and mouth. Almost by instinct, Natalie returned the gesture.
Jade’s hands moved down, toying with the neck of Natalie’s sweat top. Natalie was putty in her grip, completely inexperienced in the ways of pleasing a woman. Still, she’d been inexperienced with men, once, and she’d learned, but tonight she was content to let her friend take the lead.
Jade burrowed under the top and then pulled it off. Natalie’s breasts were small enough that she never felt she needed to wear a sports bra under her leotard, and all she had on was a skimpy camisole top. Jade stroked her through the fine material, then lowered her head to kiss Natalie’s chest, gradually moving closer and closer to the rapidly stiffening points of her nipples. The mysterious tracery of nerves that connect nipples to womb worked their magic, and Natalie felt a tiny, yet delicious spasm, realizing she was beginning to get juicy, ready for whatever might happen next.
Jade shed her own top, her generous breasts barely contained by a glamorously lacy bra. Natalie reached out a nervous hand to touch them.
“It’s OK, I won’t break.”
Jade’s amused reaction gave Natalie the courage to caress her more firmly, pushing her boobs together. Reaching behind, Jade unfastened the clasp, and suddenly Natalie was holding two handfuls of warm flesh. She remembered Phil once saying, “If men had tits, they’d never stop playing with them.” Now she knew what he meant.
Jade turned her attention to Natalie’s tracksuit bottoms, pulling them off her unresisting legs. With rapid movements, she stripped off her own leggings, so they sat, her bare breasts pressed against Natalie’s barely covered ones. Natalie was aware of a furnace of heat between her legs and, as if she’d read her mind, Jade reached down to touch her aching pussy.
“I think you wanted this more than you realized,” she murmured. Natalie could only nod her agreement as Jade worked a finger under the edge of her panties to stroke the moist flesh.
She moaned. The sensations as Jade touched the hard little nub of her clit were exquisite. Her lover seemed to know exactly how hard to press, and where. Just as Natalie was beginning to feel the faintest whisper of an orgasm building up, Jade pulled away. Natalie gave a disappointed little mew, but she wasn’t disappointed for long. The next thing she felt was Jade’s mouth on her sex, her hot breath huffing through the lace of her panties as she licked and lapped. Eventually, when Natalie was almost squealing with pleasure, Jade yanked off the sodden garment and gave her full attention to her bare flesh. Worked up to a point beyond reason, Natalie spasmed in orgasm the moment Jade dabbled her tongue-tip in the entrance of her pussy, then played it over her clit. Natalie clutched at Jade’s hair to keep her head in place until the ecstasy subsided.
Jade smiled up at her lasciviously. “OK, it’s your turn now. Let’s see what you’ve learned.”
They exchanged places on the sofa, and Jade parted her legs so her pussy was open to Natalie’s gaze. Natalie stared at her in apprehension. She’d loved to go down on Phil almost as much as she’d loved him going down on her, but this was something new. Bending her head, she gave Jade’s cunt a tentative lick. The taste and smell were not what she’d been expecting, fresher and less musky than a man. Encouraged, she licked harder, trying to remember what had been done to her, and what she’d enjoyed.
Jade had no compunction about guiding Natalie to the exact spot that pleased her most. Natalie followed her instruction, a most willing pupil. Spreading her legs wider, Jade worked with Natalie to bring on her own climax. Taking fistfuls of Natalie’s hair, Jade pulled her face closer to her fluttering pussy. At last, her thighs tightened around Natalie’s temples, and she ground herself against her nose and mouth in a surprisingly violent orgasm.
When Jade kissed her again, Natalie realized she was finally, delightfully, cured of Phil.
As Natalie was sorting out her timetable for the day in the schedules office the next morning, she overheard one of the guests saying, “Well, I do hope I’ve got Jade for that class. She’s such a good teacher.”
Natalie smiled to herself. Jade had certainly taught her something, and she had the feeling it wouldn’t be too long before they scheduled their next lesson.
GOING SOLO
Alex Severn
Abbi was used to looking at girl-on-girl porn, she had been viewing it for a long time. And yes, she had got a few ideas from seeing the things they did to, with and for each other that she had put into practice with her own lovers but the thought of watching one woman touching herself, playing with her pussy or using a vibe until she came didn’t really appeal to her.
She could make herself come that way any day she liked and she did.
But Rhonda was so insistent, so excited about this solo site that tonight Abbi decided to give it a go. She was bored and at a loose end, Rhonda was out, maybe not back for ages and the evening stretched out emptily in front of her.
So what was the harm, she told herself as she logged on to the site her lover had recommended so keenly.
At the first click on the picture, a dark-eyed brunette in matching burgundy-coloured bra and knickers was perched on a bench-type seat in what looked like a conservatory. She swiveled around for the camera and wiggled her cute little ass, letting the viewers see the way the thong lay across her crack. She put her fingers in her mouth, sucking and licking, and then, almost savagely, she ripped the thong off exposing two beautifully round cheeks and the swell of her pussy lips, which were already moist.
Dark-eyes plunged first one then two, three fingers between her freshly shaven lips. Abbi loved to see her work her hole as she rubbed the soft wet flesh inside her pussy, the sound was up enough for her to hear the woman’s soft whimpers and increasing groans. Abbi was breathing harder now as her own arousal started to build and she felt a familiar dampness spreading into her knickers.
Then with a primeval shriek the brunette half-turned so the camera showed her sideways on and Abbi gasped at the sight of the performer’s cunt pumping out juice all over the seat, a waterfall of come cascading onto her fingers and the fabric of the bench.
Click – the screen contracted.
But Abbi knew she had more choices, more scenes if she chose them – and she chose them all right.
But first she delved into her handbag and pulled out her silver torpedo, her favorite toy; she had a feeling she may need it as her clit hardened in anticipation.
Click – a blonde on a bed, wearing only very brief panties. Abbi was transfixed by the sight of those large breasts with achingly temped nipples. As if on cue, the blonde eased her tits upward and squeezed them together then licked downward at them with her tongue. She sucked and licked for several seconds, using her nipples like a dog’s chew toy and Abbi was practically slavering by then.
She always loved watching a woman lick nipples, whether their own, somebody else’s or hers. Her first lover had taught her so carefully the joy of another woman exploring her breasts totally and whilst nothing was better than having her clit and her pussy enjoyed, stimulating her breasts was a close second for her.
The blonde sneaked one hand down into her briefs as the other began to coax and tweak her nipples in turn and Abbi knew she was giving her wet cunt a real fingering. As blondie pulled off her only garment to reveal a thick thatch of blonde hair, framing a delicious set of labia, already open and very wet, Abbi couldn’t hold back any longer. She slid her skirt down and eased off her own knickers, silently wishing this was a two-way cam show. She wanted the other woman to see her pleasure as much as she could see hers.
The porn star slipped down the bed and got much closer to the camera lens. Abbi was suddenly desperate to know who was filming. Was it another woman as excited as she was or maybe a guy getting his cock rock hard in his jeans at the view he was getting? All part of a day’s work? Lucky bastard, lucky bitch, what a job to have!
But all other thoughts in her head were blown away by the close-up view of the prettiest pussy Abbi had ever seen.
/> Blondie’s legs were spread so wide and her pelvis and thighs pushed obediently up to the lens. She was flawless. Soft pink-purple velvet lips, the nub of her clit as hard as a little cock, it was gleaming with honey juices, an Aladdin’s cave of treasures waiting to be plundered and cherished. It was crying out to be touched and then the vibe appeared in her hands.
God it was huge, long and thick, ribbed and artificially veined. Both watcher and performer switched on their battery-powered friend.
Abbi held it against the raised nub of her clit as she usually did, but she knew the other woman would have some ideas for her to ponder.
Oh God she did . . .
She slid it down against those puckered molten hot lips, stroking the juice against and down her clit. She moaned softly as she explored every fold, every crevice, and spread her juice all over herself. Abbi was trying to mirror every single thrust and twist but suddenly felt an overpowering desire to play with her own nipples. Realizing she was only naked from the waist down, she summoned up the willpower to pause the video. As she stood up and pulled off her blouse and bra, she caught sight of her own body in the mirror by her living room door and she enjoyed the way she looked. Naked and sweating, nipples fully erect, cunt lips inflamed and sticky with come, Abbi knew she needed to make every second of this special.
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