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A WALK IN THE PARK
By
Jan
It was a brisk afternoon when Helen went for a walk along the path in Beacon Hill Park, Victoria, B C, Canada. The park is so beautiful and a very nice place to walk. As she ambled along the pathway she met a woman about her age coming from the opposite direction walking a little white dog on a leash. Helen figured that the woman was about 50-years old which made her about five years her junior. She smiled warmly at Helen and Helen returned the smile. They did not say anything to each other as they passed. It took Helen about 45-minutes to complete the circle around the park. Before she was half way through it started to rain. Not uncommon for this area but Helen had forgotten to bring a raincoat or umbrella.
The rain continued to increase in its intensity as Helen was beginning to curse her stupidity for not remembering to grab an umbrella. After all she and her husband had a heavy Korean pottery jar originally used for pickling eggs by the door with a variety of umbrellas in it.
She was getting soaked. Her dress was getting heavy and was clinging to her body. Her stockings were getting squishy in her shoes. As she approached the entrance to the park where she came in she saw that woman with the dog standing under a tree. The dog was jumping around the base of the tree like he had an animal treed. Just what dog that small thought he would do with even a squirrel was a joke.
Helen walked over to talk to the woman. After all her feet were soaked anyway. She found that the tree did protect them a little. Some big drops do fall through the pine needles but not like standing out in the clear.
She made the observation that her dog must have something treed. The woman laughed and said yes he is very brave with the squirrel up the tree but he would be whining and pissing behind my legs if the thing came down from its perch. They both laughed at the knowledge that the little dog's bravery was all-front. "That is why I call him Tiger."
The woman introduced herself as Shirley. She added that her father had a thing for Shirley Temple when he was a youngster. She was never so happy as she was when she was old enough to get her stupid banana curls cut off.
They both had a good chuckle at the mental picture of her in Mary-Jane shoes, white pinafore and light brown banana curls. Helen said that she was named after a grandmother there was nothing very romantic or colorful in her name.
Shirley made the observation that Helen was soaking wet. Helen said that she had walked right past the umbrellas and never gave them a thought.
The woman added that she lived right across the street in that apartment building as she pointed towards the building Helen was parked in front of. She said that the least she could do is dry her off before she caught cold.
Helen was about to say thanks but no thanks when she felt a warm impulse and agreed to accept her hospitality. Shirley had to tug on the leash to get the dog to give up his vigil at the base of the tree. They could only move as fast as the dog could manage to run as they crossed the street and entered the apartment. Tiger shook his body to fling the water off. Then they headed for the elevator. Helen watched as Shirley push the forth floor button.
When they entered her apartment Shirley hung her raincoat on a hook inside the entrance that was tiled in order to deal with the wet clothes and shoes that were frequently placed there.
She was a pleasant conversationalist and Helen found her to be a warm and gracious host. Shirley offered Helen tea and started heating the water as she encouraged Helen to get out of her wet things. She went to her bedroom and returned with towels and a terrycloth robe, which she handed to Helen. Then she dried Tiger off with the separate towel.
Helen stripped off her wool skirt and silk blouse. It was not until she started removing the blouse, that she realized that the garment was transparent when wet. She had no idea that her bra was plainly visible all of that her rigid nipples were so clearly outlined under the fabric. She was just cold. She put on the robe and then proceeded to unhook the bra from the back and pulled the shoulder strap down her arm. She then bent her elbow and reached up the sleeve and pulled the strap over her elbow and out over her hand. Then she reached up the left sleeve with her right hand, grabbed the shoulder strap and pulled the bra out of the left sleeve. All of it done without technically exposing her breasts. She handed Shirley the bra and then stood up and reached under the robe and pulled her panties down without exposing herself again. As she handed Shirley the panties she hoped that they would show no tell-tale stains in the crotch.
Shirley took her clothes and put them in her electric dryer. She came back to the dinning area with another towel and placed it on the dinning table and then arranged the wool skirt on it so that it could at least begin to dry. Then she handed Helen her cordless phone and told her that she should let her husband know what was going on.
Helen thanked her and made the call. She told him that she had been caught in the rain and was staying at a nice ladies apartment across the street from the park until the storm blew over.
Shirley went to her bedroom while Helen used the phone and changed her own clothes. She was at last dry as she slipped on a comfortable robe and rejoined Helen just as she was hanging up. She showed Helen around her apartment. The thing Helen noticed was the lack of clutter. Everything was arranged like it was about to be photographed for a magazine. Either this woman hardly lived here or she was very anal- retentive.
When the kettle started whistling Shirley excused herself long enough to make up a tray for their tea along with a plate of scones for them to nibble on. They sat across from each other and sipped the tea and chatted. Shirley's robe was hanging loose at her thighs and Helen could not help but look at the softness of her legs. When Helen's cup was empty she stood and walked to the sliding glass door at the balcony and looked out at the gathering storm clouds. It was obvious that the storm would last for hours.
Shirley followed her and stood just behind Helen's left side. Helen looked down and saw the park. She commented on what a nice view the apartment afforded her.
Shirley said, "I picked this apartment building for the view. I have seen you walking around the park many times and thought of how nice it would be to meet you ". With that she slipped her right hand around Helen's hip. As they were looking out the double pained sliding glass door Shirley moved behind Helen and as she used her left hand to point out points of interest she used her right hand to turn Helen's body. The hand slid up Helen's body as she continued talking and came to rest on Helen's right breast.
That movement made Helen aware that her suspicions were correct and that Shirley was a lesbian. Her body went ridged. Her first thought was of rejecting the advance but then she recalled that she had often found the idea of having sex with a woman to be titillating. She had even read about it in some lesbian erotica paperbacks and masturbated as she imagined herself doing those things. While her marriage was doing all right, there wasn't much excitement left in the occasional bouts of sex. At best she might achieve a small orgasm before he ejaculated and then drifted off to sleep. Why not let this attractive woman show her some of what lesbian sex is like? What could it hurt?
When Shirley felt the woman's body relax she grew bolder and reached across Helen and slid her hand inside the robe to cup the ample left breast. Helen let out an audible sigh. All pretence of this being anything other than a seduction was long past and Helen prepared herself mentally for whatever was to come.
Shirley opened Helen's robe and took hold of the breasts with both hands. She toyed with the nipples with her index fingers as she kissed the back of Helen's neck and licked her behind her ear. Helen surrendered and leaned back into her body. Then Shirley slid her right hand down Helen's body parting the robe with her fingers and placed her hand on Helen's smooth pubis. When a finger touched the clitoris Helen's body shook visibly.
Helen's head was spinning as Shirley took hold of her hand and led her into her bedroom without saying anything. When they were next to the double bed Shirley placed her hands on Helen's shoulders under the robe and slid it back and off her shoulders. The robe fell to the floor around Helen's feet leaving her naked in front of this woman whom she had only just met. Her body trembled with excitement but she made no effort to cover herself.
Shirley stepped back and admired the body of her new friend. Helen was five-foot seven inches tall that made her lightly taller than Shirley. Her hair was colored an even silver gray and the style was like an early Beatles hair cut. Maybe not the most fashionable hairstyle but ideal for the wet climate of Vancouver Island. Helen was a full figured woman. Her breasts were large and the areolas matched the size. Her nipples were appropriately proportioned as well and they added nicely to the pleasing appearance of this middle-aged woman.
As Shirley's eyes traveled down the body she focused on the fact that her pubis was shaven clean and from her previous brief feel she deduced that she must have shaved this morning. She had not felt any stubble when she ran her hand over the mound while in the other room; just the smooth softness of the fleshy triangle that housed her prize. As she admired Helen's body, she untied her own robe and let it drop to the floor.
Now it was Helen's turn to take in Shirley's appearance. They looked so much alike physically they could have been schoolmates if not relatives. Like Helen's, her hair was cut short. It looked like a style right out of the fifties. The color was still brown but gray was starting to take over. Her blue eyes were clear and bright. As she lowered her eyes she saw that Shirley lower half resembled her as well. The only concession to Shirley's being a little wilder than herself was a tattoo of a pixie setting sidesaddle on a winged horse on her left hip that was only visible when she turned around to turn down the bed
Shirley turned back to Helen and stepped close to her and as she kissed her on the mouth she assumed an almost dancing position. Her right legs went between Helen's legs and her thigh pressed against Helen's cunt. One arm around her waist and the other hand rested on the right breast. She stepped forward again and Helen was forced backwards. The backs of her legs bumped into the side of the bed. She was forced to sit down or she would have fallen.
Sitting down broke the kiss and embrace. Shirley knelt in front of Helen and pulled both breasts towards her so that she could suckle on them in turn. All Helen could do was wrap her arms around Shirley's neck and hug her. What in the world had she let herself in for she wondered. After a pleasant and sexually stimulating time of beast feeding Shirley placed her hands on Helen's shoulders and slowly lowered her backwards until she was lying on her back.
Helen watched as Shirley moved her around until she was arranged in a reclining position on the middle of the bed. Shirley lay next to her on the bed and with her left arm under Helen's neck she toyed with Helen's nipples with her fingernails as she leaned over her and kissed her mouth. The kiss was light on the lips at first. They could smell each other's perfume. The kissing became more intense as Shirley ran her right hand down Helen's willing body.
Her right hand found its way to the smooth shave bulge of her pubis. Her middle finger softly tapped the wet crack almost as if her was tapping on the ivory key of a piano looking for the rhythm of some forgotten tune. The tapping caused Helen'' clitoris to become engorged with blood and her little nub swelled until the hood of her labia rolled back and Shirley's fingertip touched the throbbing button and so delicately stimulated it that Helen was gasping for breath. Helen hadn't felt this way in years and as excitement grew more intense Shirley's pressure and speed became more demanding. It was hard to say if it was Shirley's efforts of Helen's response that was the cause of effect but when Helen went into a climax Shirley placed her mouth over Helen's and pressed her cheek against her nose as she sucked the breath out of Helen's lungs.
As Helen struggled to breathe she experienced a climax that sapped all strength out of her body. She was left weak as her chest rose and fell and the heart pounded violently inside her chest. When her heart rate returned to near normal, she felt as relaxed as if she had just waked up from a long nap.
Shirley moved around on the bed until she was kneeling at right angles to Helen's body. She did that so that she could use her hands and mouth on Helen's body like she was playing a musical instrument. The things she did to Helen's flesh had her so stimulated she felt like ants were walking all over her flesh. When Shirley placed her head between her legs and kissed her pussy mound she whimpered like and said, "Shirley you re driving me crazy!"
Helen used her right hand to feel the soft inner thigh of Shirley's right leg. The hand slowly worked its way up the thigh until her fingertips found the first traces of pubic hair on the edge of the limits of her pubis. They were moist and Helen could not resist running her fingers through the tangled mat. Then she withdrew her hand and brought her fingers under her nose so she could smell the odor of Shirley's cunt. "Oh God" she thought "am I really doing this? Am I really going to suck this woman's cunt?'
Shirley was too lost in her oral administrations of Helen's cunt to even notice what Helen was doing. Even if she had seen her smelling her moist fingers she would not have cared. She sought out the soft folds of the cunt with her tongue. She relished the taste of the honey Helen was making for her. She felt the hand return to her own pussy and a finger probe the depths of her vagina and was only mildly surprised when she felt another finger toying with her sphincter. She felt her muscles relax and the finger invades her asshole. The hand fucked both holes at the same time and the thumb would bump into the clitoris and she felt herself approaching a climax.
She stopped sucking on Helen long enough to mover her body so that she could straddle Helen's head and place her cunt right over Helen's face. Even an inexperienced woman like Helen knew what was expected of her. She opened her mouth in an act of acceptance and licked the wet and hairy opening. She felt a chill run through her body as her tongue invaded this dark and private place. She found it thrilling to be having oral sex with a woman she barely knew. Helen threw herself into the act of cunilingus on her new lover. She eagerly sucked and swallowed the secretions that flowed from within this woman knowing full well that Shirley was doing the same to her. After they had both sucked and licked the other to a satisfying climax they cuddled next to each other and discussed the enjoyment they had given one another until they became aware that the rain had stopped.
Helen said she better get dressed and go home. Shirley followed her to the laundry room and helped her retrieve her undergarments. She helped her get dressed. The last thing she put on was her damp wool skirt. Shirley followed her to the door and gave her one last kiss with an invitation that she was welcome to drop by for a visit anytime. Helen took one last look at her naked lover and reluctantly headed for the elevator.
She drove home thinking about the thrills she had just felt and a little guilt for having cheated on her husband. She fought with her conscience about the right and wrong of her actions. She avoided walking in the park for a week during which time she deliberately went out of her way to try and satisfy her husband's sexual needs.
It was to no avail. One rainy day she could not stand not seeing Shirley any longer. She drove to the park and parked in front apartment building and took the elevator up to Shirley's floor.
She stood in front of her door nervously deciding if she should ring the bell. When she did ring it there was no response for an unmeasured while and she felt the pang that the woman was not at home. She was just about to turn and leave when the door rattled as the lock bolt was turned and the door was partly opened.
Shirley peeked around the door and smiled when she saw it was Helen. "I have been hoping you would drop by or call."
Helen was a little nervous standing the hall where other residence could see her. She felt like anyone passing would know why she was there. She felt like she was nakedly exposed.
Shirley said, "Please come in darling?"
Helen stepped forward to enter the room. Shirley stepped back and allowed Helen to pass by her. As she closed and locked the door behind herself she leaned against the door.
Helen turned around to see that Shirley was naked. She reached for Shirley and kissed her passionately. " I've missed you so Shirley. I want to make love to you again." Shirley returned the kiss and gave Helen's butt a gentle squeeze as she wrapped her arm around Helen's waist and led her into apartment. Before Shirley could warn Helen, she saw the naked girl sitting in the comfortable chair by the sliding door.
She looked to be about 25 years old. She was a slender girl with small breasts. She dark brown hair was so long that a strand draped over her left shoulder rested in her lap. She legs were crossed and she was casually smoking a cigarette. Smoke was slowly circling her head. She showed no surprise or jealously at seeing her enter the room.
Shirley simply said, "You came by just in time to meet my friend Penny. Penny this is the woman I met in the park last week when it was raining so hard."
Penny stood as if in respect for the older woman and extended her hand. She acted as if it was perfectly natural for her to be there totally naked.
Helen took her hand almost as a reflex. She was taking in the young woman's body with interest. Penny had a slender face that looked almost mouse like. The ear that was visible looked large for her face and her eyes were wide set and large brown pools. Her small breasts had large brown areolas with large nipples looked like they were as hard as a man's penis. She hardly had a waist and her figure looked like a young boy's. The long and slender legs were supported by long feet that had red painted nails to match her fingernails. The pubic area was shaved to leave only a little strip of dark hair above her crack pointing directly at the hood of her clit.
As Helen shook penny's hand Shirley removed her raincoat. Helen stood there almost statue like as the two naked women undressed her. She could offer no resistance or voice her jealousy at finding Shirley involved with this young woman when she thought they had consummated a secret love that was only shared between them.
However, she did find it thrilling to be standing there naked with one woman behind her and holding her large tits up for the young woman to suck on. She bit her lip and moaned as her nipples were pulled and teased and her cunt became wet and eager for the touch of this young thing.
As Penny went to her knees Shirley used both hands to part Helen's cunt lips. Penny clamped her mouth on the older woman's slit and sucked the juicy hole like it was her duty to serve her.
Shirley knelt behind Helen and parted her ass with her hands so that she could lick the moist crevice and rim the soft dark hole of her anus. Helen was being supported by the two women in such a manner that she found it difficult to move from the waist down. With tongues penetrating her in two places the women lifted her to a delicious climax in short order. How could she be jealous of a girl that had just made her cum and who's face was now covered with her pussy juice. She held the girl's face between her two hands and kissed her sweet mouth. She whispered in her ear that she was eager to repay her kindness by eating her cunt until she screamed and squealed in joy.
The three of them lay on the floor in front of the crackling fireplace and took turns making love to each other as the third party watched and encouraged them. The only disruption was the little dog wanting to join the action. He was trying to lick their faces, tits, cunts and asses. His tiny tongue darted into their openings at every opportunity until Shirley was forced to remove him to another room.
Helen found the two women's body types to be a strange mix. Penny, on the one hand, was so thin that Helen could feel every bone under the soft skin. She tasted like spring flowers and smelt of pure sex. Her boyish hips, legs and buttocks made seducing her all the more erotic.
Shirley on the other hand was a soft plump motherly figure like herself. Her body was soft as an over stuffed comfortable chair. The bones were padded. The skin was starting to show the wrinkles of time but was still smooth. Her pubic hair was thick and tangled. Helen found it difficult to mouth her cunt without getting hair caught between her teeth.
The afternoon was spent in a leisurely tongue feast that left them all spent and satisfied. They would only interrupt their love play long enough to have a bite to eat and hot cups of tea. When Helen finally dressed to go home she hadn't noticed that Shirley had not put her panties back on her until she was sat behind the wheel of her car and felt the material of her skirt creeping up between the crack of her ass to tease her aroused lips.
Helen knew that she was going to become a regular visitor to Shirley's home.
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