Jane's Encounters: Rika Rewarded
by Christine Oram
It is best to read these stories in date order as there is a considerable continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time. ____________________________________________________
The next day Diane was still stirred up about Jane. The sex with Anna the night before felt slightly tawdry, but she had had worse. Before Jane had provided more stability, she had experienced some truly miserable venues for casual sex. Only very rarely had she managed to get some relief from her depression or anxieties on a comfortable bed in a pleasant hotel. After Erwin's death she was usually satisfying herself with strangers. She had always liked the thought of women, but she had not sampled their delights, excepting Sandrine, until after Erwin's death made having sex no longer so easy.
When he died, she felt strongly that she would not go with men, to keep her feelings for Erwin pure in her memory and to stop her comparing any new male partners with him. Diane was by no means an easy conquest, but when caught in the right state of mind, at the right time, she was available. It was a source of embarrassment when she thought back to the 3 or 4 lovers a year that she had succumbed to in the past. At least twice she had been robbed, and once an irate girl had given her a black eye by punching her when she caught her stealing cash from her bag. She had hoped that now Jane was with her, she would never have to engage in this kind of sex. A dating app was definitely not her thing. Jane sleeping with Phil, however, made her feel vulnerable and depressed and she worried she would be returning to the days of loneliness after Erwin's death. Her children in Germany were not a lot of help. Her attractiveness was not all that helpful. She found a surprising number of potential female partners felt she was unobtainable because of her beauty, so rarely tried. The men she met were often intimidated too, and those who were not were, in the circles she moved in, rarely interesting to her. It was moot anyway, as she had sworn off men.
Therefore, the prospect of Jane being serially unfaithful upset her very much. It opened the wound of loneliness again. She certainly refused to end up like poor Anna, systematically betrayed by an uncaring partner and yet not doing anything about it.
She kept her distance from Jane for the day after her bar visit. Poor Jane felt she must have done something wrong, but did not know what it was, but a direct confrontation was avoided as both were consumed by the new forecasting they had to do. Roz defused the situation quickly and suddenly when she bumped into Diane as they entered the office.
"Hey, Diane. Did you hear about Jane?" The office gossip machine had been in overdrive ever since Phil had taken Jane home and spent the night with her.
"Yes, and I don't want to hear any more about it, thanks. I've not decided what to do."
"Why do have to do anything?"
"So, you think it's alright, do you? I should just lie back and forget it all?"
Roz smiled. So, Diane thinks Phil fucked her girlfriend and Jane was a willing partner? She laughed and, holding Diane's elbow, hustled her into the women's bathroom.
"Preciosa, poor you. Nothing happened between them. Yeah, he spent the night in her apartment, but nothing happened. Yes, they were both drunk, but Phil told me, she didn't want him, and she sent him away in the morning empty handed, or is it empty dicked? My poor preciosa, you've been upset all this time? Jane's been trying to tell you, but you have not been available. She even texted you about it. Don't you check?"
"Really? You're sure he wasn't feeding you a line?" Diane didn't altogether trust Jane's account, nor Phil's. She knew Phil was besotted with Jane.
"I'm sure. If Phil had been successful, he either would have said nothing, or he would have been all happy. He might even have told me all about it in great detail. He's about as miserable as you were before. So, cheer up babe. Why would he make up a story that showed him unsuccessful? I don't think he would. He's also way too sweet to make up stuff."
"Oh god. All this time I thought the worst about them both. You can't imagine what I've been going through."
"Yeah, I can, she dumped me for you, remember."
Diane did remember. "Yes, that's true, but that is one of the reasons that makes me distrust her. She did it once so she may do it again."
"Diane, listen to yourself. I seem to remember una muher sexy who strayed with a Puerto Rican girl in a certain luxurious hotel only recently. You aren't perfect. Anyway, Jane is innocent. You can tell her I pleaded your case. You are lucky you get to have her. I'm not even in the frame anymore."
Diane felt bad. "Oh Roz, thanks, I could kiss you."
"Well don't let me stop you."
Diane kissed her on the lips. Roz pulled her close and returned the kiss with a good degree of passion.
"Roz, well, Ok, I see." Diane didn't quite know what to say. Roz always pushed her luck.
"Don't worry Diane, I'll be good, but if you want to pay back Jane sometime. I'd love to assist you in any way I can. You know I keep my mouth shut."
"Yes Roz. Thanks, I'll bear it in mind. I need to go and make it up with Jane. I know neither of us want her hurt."
"That's the thing about her, she makes us all want to be so nice to her, even when she fucks with us. That's a special gift she has. I wish I had it too."
"Me too. Thanks for this Roz. Greatly appreciated."
Diane visited Jane in her office. Her presence on the floor was noticed and unusual. Jane was on the phone. She looked up and gave Diane a smile. Diane lent on the filing cabinet waiting for her to finish. Although she had confessed about Leslie, there was no way she was going to confess about Anna. Jane was wearing the brown leather pants Diane had given her and a short sleeved printed top. Sexy 3-inch wedges. Jane had begun to think Diane was avoiding her. She looked good in her roll neck, off-white, short sleeved top, gray skirt, black, ribbed tights, and low-heeled pumps. A touch of lipstick and mascara. As Jane talked on, Diane looked out the window at the passing parade.
"Well, hello, where have you been?" Jane swiveled in her chair, her face a portrait of warmth and relief at seeing her girlfriend. Diane closed the door and spoke quietly. It felt much less private than in her office.
"Janie, so sorry I've been incommunicado, I've been slaving away. It wasn't intentional."
"So, Phil taking me home on Friday had nothing to do with it?" Jane was smiling. Roz had told her about their conversation. Diane looked sheepish. "Oh, well, it was an awful shock."
"You thought I let Phil fuck me, or that I wanted him to?" Jane spoke softly.
"Oh god, Janie, I feared as much. I'm so sorry."
"I was so drunk, he could have done so, I probably couldn't have resisted. No but really, he was a real gentleman. He looked after me. So, I don't want you being all snippy with him or anything."
Jane was beside Diane, both looked out the window. Diane's arm slipped around Jane's waist, their hips touching. "I wish I didn't care for you so much. Then whether Phil loved you or not wouldn't matter to me. But I do, I can't help it."
"Dee, it's OK, it never occurred to me that you would think that." Jane squeezed Diane's hand. There was a knock and Phil came in. Diane and Jane were standing hip to hip by the window facing him.
"Oh, sorry, I'll come back." He got the feeling he had disturbed an intimate moment. Phil fitted into the category of males who was intimidated by Diane. He had spoken to her only very infrequently and they had talked about nothing personal. Diane looked as beautiful as she had in that picture so prominently framed in Jane's apartment. No, he thought, not so much an intimate moment, but a guilty, intimate moment.
"Phil, hang on. Jane tells me you took her home and helped her the other night."
"Yes, I did. Nothing happened you know, not that it's really any of your business. There's been childish gossip. No offense meant."
"Yes, of course. No but thank you. Jane was telling me how you were un parfait gentilhomme."
"Mercie bien, madame." Phil smiled and performed a mock bow, Shakespearean style. "I'll see you Jane, it was nothing important. Bye-bye Diane. Au revoir."
"He's funny."
"I've been telling you this for ages Dee. But seriously you don't need to worry about me and him, we're..."
"Just good friends?" They both laughed. "Yes. Dee, can you come over tonight? I missed you yesterday." Jane whispered, her lips brushing Diane's ear, "I need your body and mind."
Back in her office Diane marveled how even a few silly, teasing words from Jane aroused her so much, and how different she felt from this morning. A few simple words from Jane, the touch of her hips against hers, a sexy whisper, and Diane's world tilted back on its axis.
On Friday Jane said she would go to Diane's house later as she had some food shopping to do. On the way home she saw a quite cheap, cute Asian-themed, minidress in a store and bought it as a novelty. Only when she tried it on at home did she genuinely appreciate how hot she looked in it. She put on a pair of pointy-toed, 4-inch heeled pumps. The dress, a sleeveless mass of gold and silver dragons twirling on a satin, black ground was extremely short. Before sitting she had to make a point of pulling the hem down. Not exactly a traditional Chinese look, she thought. Her toned, muscular legs in the black heels were breathtaking, their long and lean curves tantalizing the eye. A high collar enclosed her graceful neck, her figure, hips, and breasts stunning in their impact. Jane was impressed by how she looked. She was particularly pleased as it made her chest look bigger. No bra was needed as it held her boobs tightly and it was thick enough to not show her nipples. This was a dress for an adventurous spirit, not any kind of shrinking violet, but Jane reckoned she looked so good in it that Diane would be all over her. To titillate her further she put on a pair of black mesh panties that were open over her buttocks, just a few straps crossing them to hold it together, a ruffled lacy hem at the front. There's no panty line wearing this, she thought. She realized she was wet looking at herself in the mirror wearing the complete outfit. She passed her fingers through her highlighted hair collecting a few wayward strands and pouted at her reflection. She stripped off the panties and masturbated looking at herself twisting and turning in her heels in the mirror, enjoying the thought of how Diane, Roz, Marie, or Sarah would react if they could see her like this.
After her orgasm she packed the dress and panties in her backpack and changed into skinny jeans and a low-cut T shirt, adding her usual stylish leather jacket. She put on the wooden beaded necklace she had been wearing all week, hung her sunglasses on the front of her T shirt, and took an Uber to Diane's, arriving about 9:00. Diane had ordered food, and they ate happily before showering and going to bed at midnight.
Diane was feeling guilty about her adventure with Anna, so was particularly attentive to Jane's needs when lovemaking. At the end of the session both were tired, Jane drowsily thanked her for making her come so many times. "You are a fucking walking Kama sutra Diane Wertheimer. I knew when we first met you would be awesome in bed, I could just tell."
"If I am it's because you inspire me. I remember what you wore when we first met. That tight gray minidress and I think you had on green heels. My god Janie you've no idea what you did to me that night. I wanted you so badly."
"I was obsessed with Roz, and you put your hand on my thigh."
"You called me old."
"Did I? Well, shows how much I knew."
"You told me to take my hand off your leg. I remember it well because I thought I'd blown it with you. I have to say I never thought we would end up here, like this as we are now, in bed."
"Having fucked like rabbits. Dee you are the best. You seduced me totally, you with that evening dress, your brain, and this house. I remember thinking you were never going to make a move on me. Then you lay there on your sofa, all sexy with that strapon, waiting for me."
"Nonsense, if anything, it was you who seduced me. I did nothing special. I would have made love to you in the little girl's room of that bar, if you'd have let me."
Jane yawned, she felt so tired and satiated. "Why didn't you ask me?" They both fell silent lying like a pair of spoons in the bed. Diane's hand on Jane's sex, the other gently holding a breast. Jane's ass against Diane's groin. Diane was thinking about Anna. Then she imagined Jane picking her up like Anna had. She felt a new wave of arousal. "Janie babe?" She lifted her head and nudged Jane with her chin. Jane was asleep. She gently removed her hand from Jane's breast pulling it underneath her sleeping body. She put her other hand to her mouth and nose. It smelt of Jane's sex. Jane had been so wet as she had pushed, pressed, and stimulated every erogenous part of her. Jane had moaned, wriggled, and squirmed as she came multiple times. The smell of her on her fingers was like an aphrodisiac to Diane. Diane sighed and said to herself. "Oh god, Jane, I'm so in deep with you it hurts." She lay close beside sleeping Jane listening to her breathing, still aroused and excited, and thinking about her for what seemed like hours. Eventually Diane fell asleep too, her breathing joining Jane's, their breaths sounding into the stillness of the house, the only other sounds being the swoosh of an occasional passing car, the cry of a fox, and a nearby dog barking a few streets away.
The next morning Jane awoke to an empty bed. She went downstairs in a T shirt and panties. Diane had been up for a good while and had made coffee and was reading the news on an iPad in her black yoga pants and gray strappy top.
Jane joined her and they ate an almost fresh baguette with butter and jam together. Jane asked if Diane was going to yoga. Diane said she was and, as was now her routine, asked Jane if this time she'd like to come with her.
"Fuck no. You needn't keep asking me. Why don't we work out together downstairs or go for a run? I don't mind running. Mind you, you look so good in that outfit, perhaps I should come to keep an eye on you?"
"You know Janie most people go to yoga to do yoga not to find a date. Hey, but if you want to look out for me that would work. I'd just like to have you with me."
"A likely story. If I saw you at yoga, I know what I would want." Jane put her hand on Diane's thigh and kissed her.
"Yes, but you are a fully accredited sex addict. Most of us are not, so I can assure you I'm safe from rapacious women or men." Diane laughed at the whole idea. "I'd still love you to come."
"No thanks Dee. I'll do something else. Maybe I'll seduce Leslie?" It was a gentle dig at Diane for having sex with Leslie a few weeks ago.
"Oh, not again. I thought we talked about this. I'm sorry about that."
"Just joking Dee. I doubt she'd have me in the house."
"Nor me, after what happened." Diane knew Leslie felt used by her.
Jane did her usual workout in Diane's gym in the morning including a run around the neighborhood. She had not given Rika a thought since her subterfuge with her ankle, but as she approached her house, she slowed down, kicking her heels and dancing as she passed by, her hair bouncing as she twirled and jumped. She had no inkling of whether Rika might happen to see her, but she enjoyed the idea that she might. The Spencer's were not in their garden as she ran past.
When Diane returned, she could hear music on the patio. The hydrangeas were in bloom and the air was heavy with the scents of the perennial flowers and the honeysuckle that surrounded the patio doors. The bees and other insects were humming and buzzing in a gentle mass of sound as they collected the nectar.
Jane was lying on a recliner, her sunglasses hiding her closed eyes, the black, gold, and silver dress displaying her figure to perfection. The dragon motifs snaked around her hips across her breasts and up to her neck and shoulders, the gold and silver bright against the satin black. Diane noticed the lace around the edge of her back panties, the edges of which were just visible under the hem of the short dress. Jane's fashion sense was always inspiring. Whatever she wore she always made her own. Diane touched her on the arm, and she stirred. "You want to go out for lunch?" Jane's tanned legs moved off the recliner and she put her feet into the black heeled pumps. Diane sat beside her noticing more lingerie as Jane shifted her backside on the recliner. Diane had the familiar feeling of wanting to have sex with her, but somehow it was even more intense than usual. Was it the way the dress clung to the body, those mouthwatering legs in their 4-inch heels, that face, or the knowledge that she was available for Diane? Somehow in that dress, Jane seemed to represent the most intense essence of sex and desire.
"Hello Dee, yes I'd love to."
"Janie, is this for me?" Diane touched Jane's outfit.
"No, it's for Larry. Of course it's for you, who else?"
"Why do you do this to me? You are just unbelievable." Jane twirled in front of her, displaying herself. Diane was incapable of finding Jane uninteresting, even dressed in baggy clothing. Here she was positively atomic in sexuality. Diane felt a bit like a stupid teenager experiencing her first crush. She knew Jane fully understood the effect she had on people and Diane in particular. Diane was usually the strong, confident, in control type. When Jane wanted though she could make her a slave to passions she had rarely felt even when she was a young and naïve girl.
Diane's hands held Jane's ass, as Jane thrust it towards her.
"Janie, you make my life so hard. I have to go and shower."
"I really don't think you do Dee, babe." Jane straddled Diane, her knees moving over Diane's hips, her ass, and bare legs enclosing Diane's thighs. She pushed her chest forward, her boobs pressing against Diane's face. Diane's hands were on Jane's bare thighs. Diane could feel the satin material and the ridges of the decorative dragons of Jane's tight dress against her skin. The muscles in her thighs hard as she pushed against Diane.
"Oh, Janie, oh my god, you are so bad."
"I know, aren't I? But you do like it so, don't you?" Jane's kiss was utterly beautiful, drawing out all her own lust but extracting and magnifying all the passion that Diane was feeling too. Jane's hand was under Diane's yoga pants, her fingers inside her panties, on her clit. Jane's ass rose and Diane's fingers were pulling aside her black lingerie, and then as Jane gasped and pressed her tongue deeper into Diane's mouth, two fingers were inside Jane's sex. Diane could smell the slight mustiness of Jane's dress and could feel Jane's wetness as her fingers inside her girlfriend made her push and twist against her. Jane's fingers were probing and insistent. Diane twisted in pleasure despite being held tightly by Jane's bare thighs and her body resting against her. Jane's lips and hair brushed her face. Her mouth tasted of coffee and mint, a faint scent of soap from her skin. Jane sunglasses fell off as they kissed. Diane's fingers were deep inside Jane's beautiful pussy.
"Oh Janie, I'm coming, for god's sake." A powerful pulse of pleasure shot up from under Jane's caressing fingers. Diane tensed and she pushed her thumb and fingers harder into Jane's vulva. Jane pressed herself strongly against Diane and gasped, "Dee, yes, yes, ohh!" She rose up and Diane's face was squeezed against Jane's boobs again. Jane thrust her hips down onto Diane's fingers and hand. Then she was coming, the dragons twisting and sliding across Diane's face. Diane could hardly breathe; her mouth was full of black satin. They held on to each other as they climaxed, Diane's arms around Jane's waist and Jane's hands holding Diane's head against her breasts.
Afterwards Jane lay in Diane's arms in between her legs, her head against her chest. Diane felt as if she had been drained, somehow sucked dry by Jane's passion. Jane's brunette bob was soft as she rested her chin on her head. Jane's spectacular body stretched out in between Diane's legs, one heel of Jane's pumps resting on the flagstones her other foot extending off the end of the recliner. "Janie darling, I feel like you have sucked everything out of me, my love, my passion, my life force or something."
"Same here, and we didn't even do any sucking and licking. You were really wet."
"It's that dress. You look amazing in it."
"I thought you'd like it."
Diane went upstairs and showered and was soon downstairs in a printed white, orange, and red dress, with red, heeled gladiator sandals.
"Still wearing the Suzy Wong dress, Janie?"
"Yeah, why not?" She lifted the hem to show the black lace panties Diane had removed earlier.
"It's a bombshell look if you can take the attention. Don't worry though, I can handle the reflected glory." There were moments like this when Diane felt self-conscious about being in a same sex relationship. A woman like Jane is hard to ignore, particularly dressed like that. She looked beautiful in the short, tight dress, but it took no prisoners in showing how uber-sexual, or primevally alluring she was. Diane struggled to express what she was thinking. If she were a man, she would have been proud to be seen with a woman dressed like that. As a woman, who has not come out, well, she felt some disquiet.
"Embarrassed to be seen with me Dee? I'll change if you don't like me like this."
"No, of course not. It's just you look so hot. You know, it's not my style, but it is yours. Sorry, forget it."
Jane kissed her on the mouth and her voice was like honey. "Dee. I like to turn you on. It's my job. I've seen many women wearing much more trampy things than this. People will think what they like. We won't let on we're a couple, will we? We don't do that. We're just two friends out for lunch."
"Of course, it's just you are so amazing like that." Diane knew she would never now wear a dress that short, but there again Jane was a lot younger than her, and by God, she could carry it off.
"Dee, you're not exactly frumpy yourself. That dress is really cute on you. You know how I love you in heels too. You look 100% completely fuckable, no 200% fuckable." Diane smiled and kissed her back. They said no more about it as they got into her car. Diane knew people would just wonder who this woman was with her. If they met someone she knew, she'd have to explain without letting on. Both Jane and her were jealous about who they told about their relationship.
Diane saw no one she knew at the restaurant, but when they were eating their appetizers, Jane noticed Rika sitting at a table in the restaurant's garden. She was a distance from them and having a conversation with two other women, but it would be only a matter of time before she saw them. Would she come over?
"What's up Janie?"
"I can see Rika Leigh, she's sitting outside. See, she's in black, metallic leggings? She's with the woman in jeans and that one with the green top."
"It's a long time since I've seen her. She's attractive Janie. I think I may have met one of the others, the one in the green. Can't remember her name though. Rika is better looking than I remember."
"It's those metallic leggings and clear heels Dee. They're sexy. And you thought I was hot to trot."
Diane had to admit Rika looked very pretty. She hoped Jane was not interested in her. She felt the embers of jealousy coming to life within her, but she resisted, consoling herself that at least Rika is not into women.
Rika had noticed Jane at once.
"That's Jane, the girl I mentioned." Her companions looked at Jane and Diane.
The woman with the green blouse said "She has amazing legs, incredible. Is that Diane Wertheimer with her? She's even better with age. Quite a pair."
"They're a couple too. Hard to believe, I know."
The woman in green said. "Make sure to introduce yourself before we go. I've met Diane once. The men love her, you know."
"I know, my ex liked her too but had a real thing for Leslie Spencer. Still, if he'd seen Jane..."
"Leslie's a kook and your Mike could never keep it zipped up, could he?" The woman in jeans sounded bitter and she was looking at Jane and Diane with great interest.
Diane was telling Jane about how she used to be on fundraising committees for various projects for the local community, when Rika and the two other women stopped by their table on their way out.
"Hello Rika. Nice to see you."
"Jane, you look gorgeous darling. Hello Diane, long time no see. You remember me? Rika."
"Of course, how are you? Sorry to hear about your split with..."
"Mike. No loss there. I was glad to see the back of him." The woman in the jeans coughed to remind Rika not to forget them. "This is Helen, and this is Michelle."
Michelle said she had met Diane and Erwin at a few events in the past. She added the expected commiserations on his death. Her gray eyes danced over Jane. Jane had her chair pushed away from the table, so Michelle was able to look at her from the tip of her black heels, over those legs and the dragons wrapping around the tight dress, over her chest, and up into her brown eyes. Jane's sensual lips were smiling, a sexy, slightly seductive smile, as if to say, take a good look, but this is as far as you'll get with me. Helen nodded at Diane and Jane. Rika tried to appear unconcerned about meeting them and made a good show of it being just a normal event, but her desires were still there. Diane was as striking as she remembered, and Jane in that dress seemed to her to be another example of Jane's perverse way of teasing her even though clearly, she could not have known they would meet today.
Helen moved away and Diane said goodbye. Jane pulled her chair in and took a mouthful of food. Rika and Michelle realized they should part. "Well, I hope to see both of you again. It was so nice to see you." Jane flashed that smile of hers and Diane agreed.
Outside Michelle said to Rika. "Those two, fuck, I can't believe they're together. I remember Diane and Erwin were so good for each other."
Rika replied that Jane must have really shaken up Diane. Michelle sensing something in the tone of Rika's voice said, "Well, I think you seemed a bit stirred up by her too."
"Me? Don't be stupid, what about you?" Rika thought that Michelle's interest in Jane stood out a mile. She spoke quietly so Helen would not hear. "You were undressing her with your eyes the way you looked at her."
Michelle shot back. "You're one to talk, Rika."
Helen offered that they for sure were a beautiful couple. "Good luck to them I say. Poor Diane, losing her husband like that. If Jane can make her happy, well I hope it works out."
Michelle and Rika thought, but did not say, that doing things to Jane in that dress would make them happy too.
In the car driving home Diane said that Michelle was married to a CEO of a large conglomerate, and he was never home. He was prone to the charms of other women too. Diane said he had asked her out for dinner once. She did not go. She remembers it because he asked her while he was talking with both Erwin and her.
"Fucking cheek. Poor old Michelle."
"Less of the old, she's about my age."
"Oh, sorry Dee, it's just an expression." Diane mentioned that Michelle had a reputation for screwing around too.
"Makes sense, if one plays away, the other one might as well too." Jane thought of Csilla and Marie. Was she playing the same game as Diane was with Leslie? Diane changed the subject, her adventure with Anna made her not want to dwell on any similarities with Michelle. She was not much of a fan of Michelle since she remembered that she had flirted shamelessly with Erwin the last time they met. Jane asked if she knew any gossip about Rika.
"No, but she tries a bit too hard to be outrageous. You know late night parties, drunken guests."
"Naked orgies?" Jane was interested. "Ever been to one of her parties, Dee?"
"You wish Janie." Diane could see Jane at an orgy, the very fact that she thought this did not fill her with joy. She put her hand on Jane's thigh. "Jane, we're alright, aren't we?" Diane's green eyes looked concerned. Diane hated the way she was so sensitive these days.
Jane whispered. "Pull over for a second, babe." The car came to a halt. Jane lent across and gave Diane a long, sensual, dreamy kiss. "Dee, that's my answer to your stupid question. Honestly, you're getting paranoid. You'll always be my girl. I can't get over that you thought Phil fucked me. Have faith babe."
"Yeah, sorry Janie." Jane meant what she said to Diane, but she also knew exactly what Rika was thinking when she saw her looking her up and down in the restaurant. Jane knew all about Rika, but she was fairly certain that Michelle's scanning of her legs was not just casual interest. She was imagining me naked, she thought. Well, I never, I'll leave that pot to stew. She gave Diane a big smile. "Thanks for today, Dee."
The drama at work lessened. John and Larry were laid off. Miguel apparently only just managed to avoid the same fate. Jane was sorry and felt stressed wondering whether she would be next but was pleasantly surprised when she got a pay rise and a promotion. She thought it might have been Larry's final gift to her. Diane shed no tears over Larry as his style and personality had rubbed her up the wrong way. The new CFO was an older woman, a little older than Diane. When talking to Diane about her Jane let slip that she was not fuckable in her opinion. Diane knew exactly what she meant but shook her head at Jane's direct description. "Poor woman, you're very hard. Not everything is about sex."
"Really, I'm not so sure about that." Jane laughed. Diane smiled. "It's just a joke. She seems nice. Nicer than Larry." Larry's grumpiness had grown on Jane. She knew exactly where she was with him. The new woman, Caroline, was an unknown. Diane said anyone would be nicer than Larry.
"Actually, I was kind of sorry to see Larry go." Diane looked into Jane's eyes. She was serious.
"Janie you're a strange one."
"I know but that's why you love me isn't it?" Jane looked at her. Jane was a mix of directness and sensitivity though often you didn't know which Jane you would get.
Diane replied in the same spirit. "Of course not, it's your body I like." Diane wondered what Jane would say if she asked her to move in with her. She was frightened to ask in case she said no.
It was three weeks later when a text arrived from Rika. Jane had not thought about her in the intervening time. If she had thought of anyone else it was her new boss Caroline and, of course, Diane. There had been some nice text exchanges with Marie who was bored, stuck on the coast in their vacation home. She had contemplated mentioning that they had been invited to visit the Bradleys and wouldn't it be great to have a change, but she just knew Diane would take it badly, even if she would have liked a trip to the sea, Jane was sure she would have accepted if Marie were not there.
"I fear you are ignoring me. Have I done something wrong? I think you are playing with me. Perhaps like a cat with a mouse. I put my cards on the table. I really like you and desperately want you to come and see me soon. Yes, you have Diane, but variety is the spice of life, isn't it? I can't ever be like Diane, but I remain insanely jealous of her because of you. Will you take pity on poor little me? If I sound pathetic, then I am, but you could change this by simply agreeing to see me sometime ASAP. I think I'm your slave, but perhaps we could see if we could reverse roles. Rika XXX"
The text at first read like she was a stalker, so Jane ignored it. But a few days passed, and she kept thinking of those metallic leggings and how pretty Rika was. Diane had remarked on her attractiveness too. Then there was the part about being her slave and reversing roles. Jane found that bit odd but enticing. Was she suggesting Jane could play the slave to her? Is this what that closet was all about? A touch of S and M. She texted back.
"Are you suggesting we investigate that closet upstairs, which you pretended you'd guided me to by mistake?"
The answer came back quickly. "Yes."
Jane exhaled. There's no point wondering why Jane sent the next text. Suffice it to say, she is way too curious for her own good. She thought that everything had worked out fine for her with her stream of sexual liaisons so far, so why not again?
"Rika, you are a naughty girl, but so am I. You'd better pick me up. Diane must never know."
Rika sent a heart emoji and the words "I'll pick you up wherever you want. We'll have such fun! I'm obsessed with you. Rika XXX"
Jane slept poorly that night. Diane was with her, and she now wished she had ignored Rika. Diane was lovely and she was being particularly nice to her at the moment. It was her turn to lie awake, lying next to warm, sleeping Diane in her apartment. Jane felt anxious and the apartment seemed hot. She got up, opened a window, and took off her T shirt. In the darkness she almost fell over Diane's shoes lying by the sofa. She felt so guilty. Diane had been dressed exactly as she liked her. Sleeveless blouse, her neck adorned with a silver chain, plunging neckline, hint of white lacy bra, close fitting skirt and her beautiful legs and calves, feet complete with navy blue toenails, perfect in her black sandals. She was just so lovely, and Jane showed her how much she appreciated her only a couple of hours ago. She could still hear Diane's cries of delight when she came. Now Rika was coming to take her to that French style mansion of hers tomorrow night for what would clearly be sex, and she had agreed to it willingly. She had purposely dangled her own body in front of her, willing her to become obsessed with it. She had enjoyed teasing sexy Rika. Jane was so good at it, few had the will to resist. Even serious Frank Spencer had begun to soften. She got back into bed and Diane moved, muttered something to her, and put a long leg over her. "Janie, you're so warm," she said sleepily. Then she was asleep again. Jane, however, was not, and it was at least 2 hours before she dropped off. Her worries about her lack of caution, intense sex drive and sheer recklessness kept her alert. What if Diane found out? Rika only lived a 15-minute run away from Diane. Jane decided to think about it and text Rika in the morning.
Jane inevitably, her conflicted feelings notwithstanding, texted Rika in the morning from work not to change her mind but to ask her to pick her up at Starbucks a block from her apartment. The simple deciding factor was that she was intrigued about what Rika wanted to do with her. The prospect of a unique experience she found exciting. She casually mentioned to Diane that she was doing her hair and giving her mom a phone call that evening. This was just to tell her gently that she would be unavailable. Diane gave no flicker of suspicion or anything else.
At the end of the workday, she showered and primped herself. She slipped into the Chinese dress again and the high heels. There were numerous other outfits she could have put on, but the way Rika had looked at her when wearing it she knew she had scored a bullseye. She put on black lipstick to match her black nails, fixed her eyelashes, and added mascara. She had so liked Marie with her black lips and nails, it was turning into her favorite look too. In her black bag she had a spray of mace, just in case. She felt excited and a little nervous. Rika had already expressed her obsession with her; she didn't want to disappoint.
She walked the block and stood outside the Starbucks. She was extremely conspicuous. The passing parade enjoyed seeing the beautiful woman waiting. She got a lot of smiles from people as they passed her, and she tried to look relaxed and happy, often smiling back in return. A man asked who she was. Jane said she was a nobody. He was surprised, he expected to say she was in film or TV, or a musician. Two very young women came out of Starbucks and one of them took a picture of the other one next to Jane. "I love your dress," the girl said. By the time Rika's Mercedes drew up, the foot traffic was moving slowly around Jane, as people slowed down to see and admire her surreptitiously or openly.
"Thanks, Rika. I was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten."
Rika laughed. "As if. I reckon you'd have had to fuck your way out of that crowd if I'd left it any longer. I'm so glad you put that dress on again. You are fucking orgasmic in it."
Rika was driving fast, barely stopping at the stop signs.
Jane knew the route from all the times Diane had driven her. Rika was wearing gray slightly shiny leggings and combat boots, a simple T shirt on top. Her breasts nicely perky. Her brown hair was tied in a ponytail. Diane had commented that her nose was quite large, and her mouth seemed too wide, but Jane knew that jealousy was making her hypercritical. Jane appreciated her simple sexy look. Just what I would wear in her place, she thought. Rika kept looking at Jane, so stunning beside her. Neither of them broke the slightly awkward silence.
The car swung into her drive and drew to a halt. Jane found the pebble drive difficult in her heels. Rika put out her hand and Jane held it to steady her as she walked to the front door. Rika felt the same rush holding Jane's hand as when she had massaged her ankle.
Jane let go of her hand when she reached the steps. "Thanks. I still can't get over your house. You're so lucky."
"It's nothing compared to having you here, now."
"Jeez, Rika, don't exaggerate, you don't need to say things like that." Jane felt the cool air on her bare legs as she clicked into the hall. She saw herself and Rika in the hall mirror, her long lovely legs next to Rika's sexy, gray leggings and compact, round ass. Jane chose a chaise longue in the family room and reclined on it, her legs in her heels were breathtaking. Rika came in with glasses and a bottle of white wine.
"Is wine OK, Jane?" Jane smiled and nodded. She could tell that Rika was nervous. Jane felt that since she would be betraying Diane yet again, Rika had better fuck her really well to make the treachery worthwhile. Rika's trim body made the anticipation, and the waiting for it to start, exciting.
"I told Michelle you were coming over. She said she was envious. She really likes you."
"Is she your friend? She gave me a real look at the restaurant."
"Yes, she is. She has a careless, unthinking husband, poor girl. He's not as bad as Mike though. Fuck, I mean, who could be? I reckon the whole of that restaurant gave you and Diane more than a casual look. You do realize what you do to people Jane? I bet you got a lot of them getting off over you when they got home." Jane shrugged. "Yes, of course you do. You have me wrapped around your little finger and you know it."
"I can't help it can I? It's my blessing and my curse."
Rika felt such a surge of excitement, her stomach seemed to contract, she felt her hair tingling, and the room seemed stiflingly hot. Jane's brown, beautiful eyes were looking deep into hers. "Oh Jane, I know, I know. Ever since I saw you, well..."
Jane got to her feet. "I'll pour the wine, if that's OK." She bent over the low coffee table displaying the long, smooth curves of her legs, the hem of her black satin dress sliding up her body. The edge of her buttocks appeared before Rika's face; a thin black strap of panty stretched tight over the bare flesh. Jane gave the wine glass to Rika and sat down again on the chaise, taking a large gulp of wine. Rika's hand was trembling slightly as she sipped hers.
"Well, here I am. What's next?" Jane smile was its most seductive. She kept looking at Rika's legs and wondered when she would get the opportunity to put her hand under those leggings and rip off that T-shirt. Jane moved her legs off the chaise. Rika glimpsed Jane's lacy black panties as she shifted them, opening her thighs for a moment. Jane took another sip of wine and said. "You could sit next to me. That would be a good start."
Rika put her drink down and did as suggested, their hips touching. Jane moved her leg and hooked it around Rika's. "Rika, you can touch me you know. You can start anywhere, like here."
Jane put her hand on Rika's groin and with a smile moved her fingers under the waist of her leggings. Jane turned towards her, kissing her. Her hand pushed and then her fingers were under Rika's panties.
Rika exhaled. "Oh Jane, god." Jane's hand moved over her sex, pushing into the vulva, and probing for her clit. "Someone is getting wet." Jane's playful voice whispered as she pushed her body against Rika. Now Rika's hand was under Jane's dress and her lacy panties had been pulled aside. Rika looked down at Jane's slit. It was a perfectly symmetrical pair of even labial lips, the hem of the short dress just hiding the very top of it. For her it was like seeing Shangri-la or the holy grail. Jane's beautiful thighs seemed to be begging Rika to get in between them. Her hand and fingers pressed and rotated Jane's pussy, feeling it moisten beneath them.
"Oh Jane, I've got to go down on you. No more teasing darling."
"Yeah, go ahead. That's why we're here isn't it? I'd like to make you come now though." Jane's hand was working away on Rika's sex. It did not take long. Rika was so amped up simply being so close to Jane, let alone feeling her touch and caressing her sex.
"Come on Rika, I want to feel you wet yourself. Yeah, that's it. Oh yes, lovely." Rika opened her mouth but the orgasm that shook her was too intense for speech. Her legs snapped together, and she pushed herself against Jane, trembling and sighing. Jane removed her hand from Rika's leggings and licked her fingers, slicked with her juice with obvious erotic enjoyment. One thing Jane was so good at was enjoying the orgasm of others. It was so plain to her partners, arousing them still further. It was no mystery why, having had sex with Jane, they always wanted more.
"Thank you, Jane, darling. I needed that. But now I need to taste you. I've waited so long for this."
Rika got to her knees and then her fingers separated Jane's labia, and her tongue and lips started on her clitoris. Jane sighed. Rika grabbed her panties and pulled them down her long legs, removed her shoes, and threw the panties on the sofa, then lifting each carefully pedicured foot, replaced her shoes. Her hands were all over her legs. Those legs that Rika had fantasized about ever since first seeing them as she ran past the house.
Jane started to moan as Rika's tongue had its effect. "Oh yes, yes, yes, that's good." Rika was noisily sucking and tonguing. Jane's sex was soon awash with Rika's saliva and her own lubrication and after a minute or two Rika moved up and fixed her mouth to Jane's, filling her mouth with the wine and the taste of her own pussy. Rika's earlier nervousness had vanished and now she was unstoppable, her lips and mouth working on Jane's. Jane returned the kissing aggressively, holding Rika's body against hers. "Rika, Rika, yes, fuck, yes." Her mouth seemed to be full of Rika's tongue and saliva, then the brown haired, ponytailed head was between her legs again and her clitoris was pressed and tweaked vigorously with Rika's thumb, interspersed with intense sucking and tonguing.
"Jane, Jane, keep your legs open, you are fucking dripping." This was no exaggeration. Jane's vulva was wet with Rika's spit and inside the labia, the red opening was oozing with milky ejaculate. Rita pushed two and then three fingers into the wet slit and started pumping, and periodically sucking, her tongue sliding over the slit, probing, and flicking her clit. "Come on babe, yeah that's it. Christ, yes, push on it too. Beautiful. Let me know when you're ready to come babe."
Rika's lips and thrusting fingers made Jane feel like her sex was on fire. Rika never let up, and Jane was coiled like a spring ready to break. Her aroused fervor reached a peak and she cried out. "I'm coming, oh god yes, yes." Jane moaned and started to quiver. Rika was wrapped in Jane's legs, her muscular thighs holding Rika's head tight, her heels brushing against Rika's hips and legs. Jane's sex gripped the fingers deep within it, tightening as the orgasm started. Jane reached the mountain top, tossing back and forth and crying out as she did so. A splash of white fluid dribbled out of the slit as Jane bucked against Rika's fingers. It was all over inside of a minute and Jane slumped back on the recliner, her dress hiked up around her waist, her sex wet with Rika's saliva, Jane's own juice oozing from between her swollen, red labia.
Jane absent-mindedly pulled the hem of her dress over her hips, but it barely covered her pussy. She poured them both more wine, her legs and ass once again exerting their effect on Rika as she handed her the glass.
They said nothing while they drank, enjoying each other's company. Rika put down her glass, fell to her knees again and lifted Jane's feet, licking her toes and the heels of her shoes. "You have the hottest legs and in these," she held Jane's shoes on her chest, "are fucking incredible."
Rika dropped Jane's legs and looked at her, their faces only inches apart. "Now I'm going to fuck you again, and I want you to make a much bigger mess when you come next time."
Jane smiled. "Uh, OK. I guess I'll do my best." Rika was certainly no longer the lovesick girl she had been before. "You're quite the cougar, Rika, I gotta say."
Rika kissed her. "Yeah? Do you mind? I can be as much a cougar as hot Diane, you know. I'll show you."
Jane would not describe Diane as a cougar exactly, but she wasn't going to argue. "Fuck no, Rika, you can do what you want to me. That was a great come, I'm always up for more."
"Well, that's great because I'm going to show you just how much I still want you." Rika left the room, returning swiftly with a black vibrator in her hand. "Darling, that dress is fucking too much, but I want to see all of you now." She put the vibrator down by the wine glasses and her small body lay on top of Jane's as they kissed. Jane was enjoying Rika's new assertiveness. Jane preferred not to be the dominant one when having sex; lying back and letting others enjoy her delights was definitely more her thing, although it often turned out differently. Rika wanted everything that Jane had to offer. Rika was trying to undo Jane's dress, her hand had undone the button at the neck, but the zipper was not where she expected it to be. Rika felt like she'd have to rip it off to get at the lovely body underneath.
"Rika, Rika, slow down, it's here. Slow and steady wins the race, babe." Jane lifted her right arm showing the small zipper under her armpit. Rika pulled it and the satin parted. Her right breast appeared. Jane had no bra.
"Oh darling, your boobs, shit how fucking lovely you are." Rika was still fighting with the zipper. Jane held Rika's wrist. "Slow down, there's no hurry, I'm not going anywhere."
"Sorry, Jane, I just so want to..." Jane tut-tutted and rolled on top of Rika, her hard body heavy against her, her cool bare thigh in between Rika's legs pushing up against her groin. Rika felt she might come. "If you want to see me in my birthday suit, just be patient. Let me help you." Jane hand was inside Rika's panties.
"That's not helping, you're going to make me come. Oh shit." Rika held Jane tight as she climaxed. Jane kissed her, their mouths enjoying each other.
"Well, Rika, you seem a bit turned on." Rika had never felt so aroused in her whole life. It had taken Jane only a few minutes to bring her off. Jane's beautiful face was all she could see, their noses almost touching, her voice was soft and seductive. "That was nice, wasn't it? If you want to get me out of my dress, I need to stand up. Shall I do that?"
"Yes, Jane darling, thanks."
Jane stood up and unzipped it down as far as it would go to her waist. Jane seemed very tall to Rika. Rika pulled the dress open allowing Jane to wriggle her arms out of it, then she pulled it down over her hips. Jane stepped out of the dress carefully, not wanting to damage it. Rika placed it on a chair and pushed her back onto the chaise. "Jane, do you have any idea how long I've wanted to see you like this?" Jane's sumptuous body lay before her, a stunning contrast against the dark chaise.
Rika's hand was once again massaging her sex. Jane laughed. "Yeah, I think I can guess. Oh god that's good!" Rika had inserted the tip of the vibrator into Jane's vulva and Jane moaned as she drew it up and down the slit and resting it on the clitoris, she switched it on. Jane jumped as the vibrations passed through the aroused tissue. Jane murmured. "Oh yes, yes." As Rika pushed the long vibrator into Jane she sucked her nipples, then, as she held it deep within her, Jane wrapped Rika in her arms and legs, trembling and moaning, and squeezing her tight, her breasts squashed against her. "Rika, Rika, oh god, now, now!" The whirring vibrator was relentless, pulling out pleasure from Jane's body until her brain could take no more. Jane's nipple and breast were in Rika's mouth when she came. She tensed and her body went rigid and a sighing, moaning, trembling convulsion passed through her.
"Yeah, that's it, come all over me, oh fuck Jane, yes, yes." Jane relaxed, her legs released Rika, and Rika kissed her. "My god Jane, you are fucking beautiful, seeing you come; totally awesome." Rika squeezed herself on top of her and then switched to sitting beside her with Jane's legs draped over her lap, her fingers caressing and enjoying the feel of her smooth skin and the nearness of her nudity. Jane's pussy was tantalizingly available, wet with Rika's saliva, just under her right hand. Her stomach, a hint of the six pack under her wonderful complexion, her firm 35D cups, and that startlingly beautiful face framed by her highlighted light brown hair, her mouth with its black lipstick slightly smeared from their kissing. All this lay there at easy reach and available for Rika's touch and caresses. She felt extraordinarily excited of course, but also privileged to be with someone so exquisite yet overwhelmingly sexual.
"Rika, you're still dressed. You need to be naked."
"Let's finish the wine then and go upstairs. I have not finished with you yet my darling."
"I'll dress up for you if you like. You've got some sexy stuff in your upstairs closet. You sent me there as some kind of a test, didn't you? And don't say it was a mistake, you're totally transparent."
"Oh, I guess there's no fooling you Jane. I thought you might understand. But yes, I knew if you came back to visit me after seeing my, um, collection, then you were as much of a sexy thing in your mind as your looks suggested. Others never come back or try to leave immediately, making some usually unconvincing excuses. That disqualifies them to me. I hoped so much that you weren't going to be one of those and I'm so glad you aren't. I've lost a lot of real pretty girls too. C'est la vie, n'est ce pas?"
"Some people have no imagination," said Jane. She wondered how many women had seen her closet as she tried to seduce them. From the way she was talking it sounded like a lot.
Rika was caressing Jane's thighs and pussy, keeping her on the boil. She found it extraordinary pleasurable. Jane wanted more than anything to strip Rika, although she thought that there was something very sexy about being naked when your lover is not. It emphasized her nudity and hinted at domination. "Rika, you'll bring me off if you keep doing this to me, I'm ready to pop again."
"Well babe don't let me stop you, I'll make you pop so many times until you can't pop no more."
"Shit Rika, is that some kind of a song?" Jane's sex was throbbing and boiling as Rika kept sliding her fingers inside her slit. She was gentle, but persistent. "Oh god, I think I'm going to..." Jane closed her eyes as she felt the climax begin. She shuddered and Rika watched her come, fascinated.
"Oh, babe, that was wonderful. There'll be plenty more coming your way. Shall we go upstairs?" She paused, thinking of their earlier encounter. "Oh yes, why didn't you come up with me last time you visited?" Rika had felt so small and pathetic when Jane had refused.
"You were so tongue tied, I enjoyed teasing you. Sorry. I was horribly sweaty anyway." She removed her heels. "I don't need these."
"I like you in heels, but OK. I didn't care that you were sweaty last time. I thought you were cruel the way you said no, you knew how much I wanted you."
"Rika, you fucked with me in the bar, so I thought I'd get back at you." Jane thought how, if she went "upstairs" with all the people who wanted her, she'd be sexually and physically exhausted. It was a constant theme in her life. Sometimes, she felt annoyed when someone showed no interest in her, so used was she to lustful attention.
Rika led Jane up the stairs. She smiled at how insanely jealous Michelle would be if she could see her now. She enjoyed her triumph and put her hand out to Jane, who took it. Rika noticed her black nails. Jane really should be a model, she thought, she looks good in anything, or nothing.
Rika recounted her frustration and arousal with all Jane's teasing in the past. Jane was pleased she did not seem to hold it against her. Perhaps Rika had realized that she could not have kept away forever.
At the top of the stairs they looked into the famous closet, the object of so much fascinated interest from Jane, with its maid's outfits and fetish wear. "You want me to wear something, Rika?" She held a schoolgirl's outfit up against her naked waist and hips, the skirt brushing the top of her thighs. Jane knew she'd look great in it, as would Rika.
"Jane darling, why don't you go into my bedroom," she pointed to the door. "I'll be right in. I'd really prefer you naked, so I can see every lovely inch of you. You'll indulge silly me won't you babe?" She picked the riding crop with the flat piece of rubber from the wall that Jane had noticed previously and tapped Jane's boobs with it. "You'd better do what I say, or I'll apply this to your backside."
Jane had a broad grin. She liked the way this was going. "Promises, promises, Rika. If you use that on me, I might come, or I might beat you with it instead."
"Ah, but you'd have to get it off me, wouldn't you? I guess we'll have to see, won't we?"
Jane fancied her chances of taking it from her were excellent, but she was not into beating Rika, she much preferred being punished. That would get her rocks off. Rika noticed the gleam in Jane's eyes as they looked at the crop.
Rika pointed at a number of strapons hanging on a peg behind one of the clothes racks and added. "Do you like any of these?" Jane brushed past her and flicked through them, for all the world as if it were a perfectly normal thing to do, as if she were looking at a selection of dresses in a department store. Rika surreptitiously took out her phone and snapped a picture of her. She thought how Michelle would enjoy it. Jane's back was towards her, her shapely legs, her perfect ass, slim waist, strong, broad shoulders, long neck, and the curves of her breasts visible as she studied the strapons in turn.
Jane hung the last strapon back on the peg. Resting her hands on Rika's shoulders, she said quietly. "You know what, Rika dear, why don't you surprise me? I'm pretty easy." Jane's words were like comfort food on a cold night, or a warm blanket when the air gets chilly.
"OK, you said that about your lovers too. Go on, babe, I'll be with you in a second." She flicked Jane's ass with the crop. Jane was seeing a side to Rika that although she had suspected existed, she had not experienced until today. The evening light streaming in from the large sash windows in the master bedroom was fading and the sheets were turned down on the king size bed. She wondered just how confident Rika had been that she would actually come to bed with her. She thought, am I really too easily seduced by a pretty face? Diane was only a few blocks away, blissfully ignorant of what she was up to. If I get away with this with Rika, I'll reform and never take such a risk again.
Jane lay on the bed, her legs crossed. The warm evening light complemented her complexion and emphasized her beautiful figure. When Rika saw her, she once again congratulated herself on her conquest although she knew, in reality, it was Jane who had conquered her.
"Wow, Rika, I'm coming already just looking at you." Rika was wearing a faux leather sleeveless minidress with vented sides, similarly sized to Jane's Chinese dress, and stiletto heeled black ankle boots. Most of her boobs were exposed, the dress just covering her nipples. She had let down her hair. Fuck, Jane thought, she looks hot as a dominatrix. This is going to be fun.
"Thanks, Jane. It came with a G-string, but I don't need that as I have this." She lifted the dress to show the strapon, resting her hand around the black phallus. Her other hand held the riding crop. Rika was thinking that Jane would look much better than her in leather. She knelt on the bed, moved up, and kissed her.
The crop and the phallus excited Jane's sexual imagination, quite apart from how sexy Rika looked in the fake leather. "Rika, you are such a very naughty girl." She unzipped Rika's dress, revealing her small, lovely breasts. Rika kissed Jane's neck and breathed in her ear. "Yeah? Well, I know another one and she is going to get her holes fucked."
Jane was very wet, Rika's crop slid across her sex spreading the wetness. "Oh god, really? Suppose I said I'm not interested?" Jane's smile was mischievous. For a moment Rika thought Jane wanted out, but then she realized. She slapped the hard body in front of her, the crop cracking against Jane's hips, stomach, and breasts. Jane writhed and cried out as each impact stung her skin. She turned over, exposing her curved buttocks and Rika beat those, too. Then she turned her attention to the back of her thighs and the small of her back. Jane exhaled and squealed in a mixture of pain and arousal. The crop stung and turned her thighs, hips, and ass red. Jane knelt on the bed, her head on the pillows, her ass in the air facing Rika. Rika continued beating Jane. She got a real kick out of seeing Jane's firm body reacting to the impacts, trying to avoid the punishing blows, but also twisting to make sure it hit somewhere where the pain would not be too great. "Ow, ow, ow, that fucking hurt!" Jane was feeling the stinging pain, but all it did was to make her sex feel wetter and wetter and her desire to be fucked stronger and stronger. "Rika, yes, yes, I've been so bad, fucking punish me. Yes, that's, ow!"
Rika stopped beating and then she licked the length of Jane's ass and sex, her hands around her hips and thighs. Jane's slit was swimming in her ejaculate, a slightly white wetness was smeared all over her ass crack, and a few dribbles of liquid were running down the inside of her thighs. Rika scrabbled in the drawer beside the bedside table and extracted a small bottle. Her body was heavy against Jane as she lay across her calves and pushed beside her, getting what she needed from the drawer. "What is it, Rika? What are you after?" Jane kissed her as she moved beside her.
"Ass up again, you sexy bitch, I didn't ask you to speak, did I?" Rika whipped her twice and pinched Jane's nipples. Jane cried out, her nipples were so hard they felt they were twice their normal size. Jane's ass assumed its former position. "That's better my darling. I hope you're learning your lesson. Now let me feel you again." Rika's hands felt Jane's breasts, her hips, and her thighs, and her fingers once again passed across her sex, eliciting excited moans from Jane.
"Oh Jane, Jane, you really like me disciplining you, don't you?" She spat on the phallus and applied a liberal amount of the personal lubricant she had got from the bedside table on her phallus. "Here's hoping you're wet enough in there. We'll see, won't we?" Rika spread her saliva and Jane's cum all over her ass crack. She paused to enjoy the superb view of Jane's ass, she slapped each buttock a few times with the crop, and then added some more to her thighs. Jane exhaled and made an exclamation of pain at each impact.
"Rika you are a kinky bitch, who would have thought it?"
The lubricant and saliva lay thick on Rika's strapon, a few drops falling onto Jane's calf. A thumb pushed into Jane's ass. She tensed and let out a gasp. "Oh darling, you're tight in there. Fucking lovely." Rika brought her face up to Jane's and whispered. "Shall I fuck your asshole? Would you like that, Jane?"
Jane twisted her head, "Dee doesn't do it to me there, but I'm your slave, so yes, but be gentle." Rika could feel a trickle of wetness run down her thigh under her leather dress as she gave Jane four more strikes. Beating that naked body was extraordinarily arousing. Jane felt the leather of Rika's dress against her still stinging ass and Rika's hands closed around her breasts, their nipples stiff under her palms.
"You have amazing tits, are they implants?" Michelle had bet her $100 they were.
"No, I'm totally natural, I am what you see." I knew it, she thought. I won the bet. She was looking forward to telling Michelle.
"That's one of the things that we like about you." Jane wondered who Rika had been discussing her physique with, presumably Michelle. Her vanity enjoyed the thought of people talking about her.
"Well come on then Rika. Fuck me."
The crop thwacked against her ass and Jane cried out. "Don't tell me what to do. I'm in charge now."
"Fuck, Rika that hurt." Jane turned her head and gave her a warning look. Rika looked stern in return but put the crop down and pressed herself against Jane's thighs and backside, her hands on her hips.
The phallus tip pressed gently into her anus and Jane's body tightened. Jane sighed when Rika pushed it in further. She then started slowly pumping. Jane's pussy was a mass of shiny wetness, but her asshole was not wet like her vagina, so Rika was constantly spitting and applying lube to the phallus to make it more slippery. Jane felt like her insides were filling and the sensation of the stubby phallus inside her made her want to expel the intruder, her rectum stretching and contracting. "Fuck, oh god, yes. Ooh." Rika couldn't tell whether Jane was enjoying it or not, but she was at least letting her pump away. After a few thrusts she decided that Jane's moans and cries were very sexy indicating she liked it. Rika stopped every now and then and fingered Jane's wet slit before resuming her ass fucking. Rika pushed harder and Jane leant back onto her, the phallus twisting inside her ass, the back of her neck and head on Rika's face. Rika pulled Jane's nipples hard as she thrust deep into Jane.
"Are you coming darling?" she whispered as she sucked on Jane's ear. Jane's fingers joined Rika's masturbating her pussy. Her ass wanted to be rid of the dick that was filling it. It felt uncomfortable and huge inside her and yet she was about to come despite or maybe because of it. Rika pulled Jane against her. Jane's ass was on Rika's thighs, her legs folded under her, the phallus deep inside her rectum. She pushed back against Rika, moaning. "Fuck, fuck, Rika, I'm ..." Rika's face was full of Jane's hair, the smell and taste of her shampoo in her mouth. Rika pushed Jane forward and she pulled out, releasing the tension and pressure within Jane's tormented ass. Jane quivered as the black dildo slid out, Jane's anus was wide open and surrounded by a puckered ring of over stimulated sphincter. Rika's fingers worked on the slippery labia while Jane came, her face buried in the pillows.
Jane lay supine on the bed, recovering. She felt her ass was slowly regaining normality. Being penetrated in her asshole so vigorously had been tremendously exciting. She knew it was the way Rika had done it to her. Implying and demonstrating her subservience by beating her and fucking her so unnaturally. She lay for a few more moments musing that Diane would probably not fuck her like that, she was way too romantic and, in a sense, considerate. Jane wondered what would happen if she tried to fuck Diane's ass in the same way with a strapon. If only Dee would do it to her, that would be heaven.
The thwacks from the crop awoke her from her reverie. She realized Rika had left the bedroom and had returned. She felt handcuffs going around her wrist and she started to resist. "What the hell?"
"Don't fight Jane, or I'll beat you." Jane relaxed letting Rika shackle her hands together behind her back.
"Rika, oh my god, you filthy thing you. I never thought I'd get off so much with anal sex." Jane tried to turn over, but it was difficult with her wrists tied. Rika helped her, kneeling astride Jane, her fingers testing how wet she was in between her legs. Rika looked lovely, her breasts round and perky and the leather clinging to her figure. Jane could just see her sex poking out underneath the short dress.
"Rika, did you get a boob job?" They were deliciously shaped. Rika smiled and asked her to guess. Jane replied. "Yeah, I think so. They're great."
Rika raised the crop as if to strike, but then put it down. "You are so nice Jane, and you gave the right answer. So, I won't beat you." She paused. "This time."
Jane wondered if she should thank her, surely that was the usual thing in these games. Not that she really knew. Rika looked stern at her, raising the crop.
"Thank you, mistress." Jane felt silly. Rika unleashed a series of blows on her, some on her boobs and hips hurt a lot. "Ow, why? I thanked you and you said..."
The crop thwacked on the outside of her thigh, and it turned an angry shade of red. "You were way too slow thanking me. I think I'd better fuck you some more to teach you a lesson."
Jane hurriedly thanked her this time. Fuck her she thought, as soon as I get free, I'll show her. Rika was on top of her, and she could feel a large dildo against her thighs. Rika was kissing and licking Jane on the face and neck. Jane felt like her pussy was soaking anything it touched. "Rika, fuck, let me go." Rika was almost suffocating her. She struggled pointlessly against the handcuffs. Then Rika was inside her, the strapon pumping her pussy, filling her with out of this world pleasures. Rika's boobs were swinging in front of her eyes as she thrust away, a slight smile on her face. Jane was sweating and Rika kept pulling her nipples. The pounding continued. Somehow after the ass fucking, her pussy seemed even more excited and so wet the strapon was slipping and sliding easily, frequently sliding out of her vagina completely, and therefore needing Rika to insert it again in order to resume her thrusting.
"Fuck you Jane, how do like this? When are you going to come? Come on babe, yes that's it." Rika could feel the hard body beneath her pushing and twisting, helpless beneath her powerful thrusts.
"Rika, god, yes, yes, for fuck's sake oh, yes!" Jane was shouting. Rika's leather body was heavy and hot, and the handcuffs were gouging into her waist and back. The solid wall of her resistance shattered and then she was climaxing, saliva dripping out between her lips, her face smiling, her brown eyes open wide. Rika could feel Jane squirting over her thighs.
"Oh god, Jane, yes, yes, give it to me." She slumped on top of Jane, seemingly exhausted, as Jane's pussy oozed and dripped everywhere as she quivered and quaked in her world of pleasure. Rika rolled off her and remove the handcuffs. Jane lay panting beside her, sweaty and wonderful. The sheets below her sex were wet through. Rika felt exhausted too. She thought how completely wonderful it was to make love to Jane. Then she felt Jane's hand on her strapon, and she was sucking the phallus. It was like watching a good porn show. She wondered how many men Jane had done this to when she was younger. Her ex-boyfriend must have really enjoyed seeing and feeling her doing this to his member. After a minute or two of sucking the phallus, Jane pushed her fingers under the strapon and started to masturbate her. Rika reached for the crop, but it was too far away.
"Jane, did I give you permission to do this to me?" She felt herself losing control both of her arousal but of Jane too. Jane sat astride her, her knees under her armpits, her ass on the leather dress over her groin, the strapon lying in her ass crack. Jane pinioned Rika's wrists to the bed, her nipples brushing against Rika's breasts.
"Oh, big deal. I don't need your permission mistress Rika. Anyway, I'm going to ride you, and I'd like to see you try and stop me." Jane released Rika's hands and then she felt between her thighs, found the phallus, and fed it into her pussy. She gave Rika a sexy smile and said, "Ready?" Rika's hands held onto Jane's thighs as she bobbed on Rika's strapon. Jane was like a gorgeous yoyo, her tight body thumping on Rika, pushing her down into the mattress, which absorbed most of the impact. Jane seesawed up and down for a few minutes crying out as the dildo repeatedly penetrated her.
"Jane, Jane, yes, you look good, oh god." Rika was transported to sexual paradise. Jane's accelerating cowboy moves were driving both of them towards a peak of pleasure. After two minutes they were in synchrony with each other, Jane's thighs gripping and thrusting against Rika as their sexual tension and pleasure thrillingly accelerated. Rika and Jane bounced up and down like a toy boat on a stormy lake. Rika was now moaning every time Jane came down on her, the impact driving them both further up the mountain of pleasure. Rika's hands were now on Jane's breasts and Jane kissed her when she occasionally stopped pounding and just moved her hips, the strapon slipping and sliding in and out as she oscillated and ground her ass on Rika's strapon. Jane had unzipped the leather dress, and it had fallen open, most of it now under Jane's knees. Rika held the phallus as Jane powered down on it. The mountain peak was almost with them both.
Rika started to come, tumbling into the free fall of orgasm. Then Jane was sitting on her, her body heavy. Rika cried out. "Yes, Yes," in the throes of her climax. Then a second or two later Jane felt her insides shift and her pussy started to squirt. She pulled herself off the strapon and leant back, lifting her pussy off Rika's climaxing body. Afterwards she thought that her come was not quite as great as the vibrator-induced climax given to her by Marie that time, but it was certainly a close second. There was a whitish liquid foamy ejaculate that turned into colorless urine as she shook in the throes of her orgasm.
"Oh, I'm coming, oh my god, I can't stop it. Oh fuck!" As she sprayed, Jane lifted herself up as Rika, barely conscious of what was happening looked at the arc of spray shooting and dribbling from Jane's sex, as if a faucet had been switched on inside her. The spray covered the sheets, Rika's torso, and even reached her face and the pillows in thick, wet drops. Both she and Jane screamed in surprise as the liquid poured out. It couldn't have lasted more than a few seconds, but it seemed longer. Then Jane let herself down onto Rika's wet body and she lay still, her head and arms next to Rika's and her legs and groin lying over Rika's soaked torso and thighs.
Jane and Rika were silent for a few moments as they both recovered their senses after their orgasms. Jane sighed and apologized. Rika spat to remove the ejaculate from her lips and mouth. "Wow Jane. All I can say is wow, fucking, wow." Jane was relieved that she had not squirted over her dress as she had left it downstairs. Rika's leatherette outfit was swimming in her wetness.
Jane rolled off Rika and the bed. "I'm so sorry Rika, I usually don't do that." Rika burst into laughter and then they were both laughing. After what happened Rika's role as dominatrix seemed to be forgotten. "I don't give a fuck about the mess. I asked you to make a mess and you made more than I thought possible. Fucking amazing."
"Rika dear, what's the time? I should be getting back. I'll help us clean up of course."
"Is this a joke? Jane, darling we'll have a shower and clean up and you'll stay the night with me. Come on babe, don't leave me after all this. You were spectacular." Rika, now naked except for her boots, kissed Jane. Jane had to admit that Rika looked good. It would be nice. She had nothing much to eat at home.
"Could you run me back early in the morning?"
"Of course, darling. I'd fucking charter a plane if it were necessary. I want to spend a night between the sheets with Jane Carter. It's not too much to ask after you ruined my bed. We can sleep in another room. I've got eight of them."
Jane laughed, "So sorry about that. OK. Sure, I'd love to stay."
Rika commented that she thought Jane might have wanted to go back to Diane's in the morning. Jane's face showed astonishment. "What the hell would I say to her? `I was just hanging out with Rika and I'm coming to see you now.' She'd smell a rat."
"Yes, I guess so. Sorry, I hadn't thought of that."
"In my dress and heels too. She'd just know I had been up to something, even if I kept you out of it."
"Thanks for letting me get you out of that dress."
"Don't mention it."
They washed each other's hair in the shower. They both found shampooing and drying their hair surprisingly erotic. Inevitably they brought each other off yet again. Jane made sure to tease Rika before she let her come. Rika had two shrimp salads ready for them and they ate them as they drank up the last of the second bottle of wine. Jane borrowed some panties from Rika, and they snuggled together in another large bedroom. Jane asked whether she liked to receive punishment as well as give it. "You hurt me quite a lot, did you know that?"
"I was a little worried you might fight me for the crop, I doubt I would enjoy being beaten as much as you, so I'm glad we, or rather you, got distracted and you never used that crop on me. But, fuck, I really liked the way you reacted to it. You are fucking sexy when you are being punished. We simply must do it again."
Jane didn't answer. Her penchant for masochism she did not understand, and she thought she should not encourage it too much. Deep down she knew that if Diane liked doling it out, she would enjoy it even more than she had done with Rika. As for Diane, she did not think it was a significant part of her sexual imagination. She thought that probably Diane loved her too much to want to hurt her, even in sexual play. A shame, but Jane felt a rush of affection for her as well as guilt for being here in bed with another woman.
The anal sex, well that was a development. Totally new for Jane to receive it, and so vigorously too. She had fucked Diane in the ass that one time during their makeup sex after her liaison with Marie and Diane had really liked the sensation. Jane remembered her coming twice in quick succession. She smiled at the thought. A few other of her lovers may have put their finger up her ass, but Rika was the only one to really stick anything into her there and make her climax. She had to think that her massive squirt was related to the anal action she had received from sexy Rika, but there again she had had many amazing climaxes with no significant squirting.
"Rika, do you have someone, or you are on your own? Are you and Michelle..."
"Fucking? Yes, we are. For about 18 months. Her husband doesn't know."
"Do you have S and M games with her?" She tried to remember if she thought Michelle attractive. She was not a patch on Diane, that was for sure. Rika said Michelle liked her to dress up, and she had to do it so Michelle could achieve an orgasm, but the S and M was not her line.
"So, you're my first choice for that Jane, you dirty slut." She kissed Jane, their mouths together. Jane was by far the best fuck she had ever had, but she didn't want to show Jane how desperate she was to make their relationship permanent. She was younger than Diane, and probably richer too. She thought she had a good chance.
Jane lay next to Rika, their hands entwined. The sheets smelled freshly washed. All her thoughts of Diane made her feel guilty, although the warm bed and Rika's body heat made her sleepy, and soon she was fast asleep. Rika spent a long time looking at Jane, her emotions filling her brain and heart. She wanted to share her experience with Michelle, but she knew that Michelle would, in the final analysis, know that Rika really wanted Jane not her. She liked Michelle and the sex was available. But Jane was in a league of one, a perfect, if rather vain, specimen of sex in human form. The non plus ultra of young women. She could never tire of her. That squirt, she thought; utterly magnificent.
Rika was as good as her word. She dropped Jane off outside the Starbucks at 7:30 the next morning. Rika begged her to keep in touch and offered the house to her whenever she wanted it. Jane felt Rika was treating her as if she needed to be bribed, she would not have been surprised if she had offered to give her some money. Money for sex. I'm not for sale, she thought. Diane always treats me with respect. Everything she does for me is because I know she loves me, not just because I'm a great fuck. She kissed Rika in the car and thanked her for the evening. Her dress needed a dry clean, and her panties, well the less said about them the better. "Jane darling, don't be a stranger, please?"
"Of course I won't. Thanks again for everything. `Specially your little whip babe." They laughed and Jane walked off, her body doing that catwalk-like walk of hers in her high heels, the dress revealing that extraordinary mouthwatering figure. Rika felt the despair of someone who has fallen for someone in a big way but knows that it is probably not reciprocated to the same degree.
As Jane walked back to her apartment, her phone beeped, and she saw she had a text from Marie. Why am I so stupid? She thought. I've so many girls, I can't keep up. Now all that's happened is I've confirmed that Rika is going to be obsessed with me. Why do I have to make my life so complicated by adding all these lovers to my life? I must stop it all.
She called Diane, and when she picked up, she said, "Dee, can you mention subtly to Caroline I'll be a bit late in today?" Jane felt her slightly depressed mind lighten when she heard Diane's voice on the other end. She imagined her eating cereal looking out of the kitchen window with her green eyes, and she could see in her mind's eye Diane's beautiful face talking on the phone. "Yes, of course, no problem. Everything OK?"
"Thanks Dee, yes, everything is fine. I'll see you later." Diane said she would look forward to it. Jane felt suddenly appallingly guilty and that she was a terrible human being. "Dee, sorry I'm such a mess sometimes, I can't help it, it's all a bit much sometimes though. I need you and, well, you're so special to me. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Janie, what's up with you? I'll always be here for you. See you later. You know I was thinking about you in that Susie Wong dress just now. I love my sexy, brown-eyed Jane, you know that."
"Oh Dee, I love you too. See you." She rang off. Jane felt overwhelmed with guilt. I'm a rotten person, she thought. Diane does not deserve me.