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Laguna Art Festival
By
Jan
Every year the artist colony in the beach community of Laguna in southern California puts on the living art show where local people are selected to stage copies of master art works with real people. The show attracts tourists that get to spend the days visiting all of the art galleries. Local artists set up displays of their works for sale on the streets. Every restaurant and bar in town also benefits from all of the tourism.
I had been to the Festival several times and this time I wonted to fully enjoy the atmosphere. I rented a hotel room within walking distance to the small city beach. From past experience I knew where the local nightspots were that were friendly to lesbians.
Any time I had vacationed in the area I never failed to enjoy the local talent. I had discovered my taste for sex with women in college.
When I was in high school I had dated some boys but it never satisfied me. I was an average looking girl and knew it. My figure was not the kind to stimulate the cocks of the boys. My hair was brown and cropped rather short for ease of care. My breasts were just average sized and I was a little too tall for most of the guys.
When I was studying art history in college I found the woman teaching the class to be very fascinating. After class a group of us girls would accompany her to a pizza parlor where she would hold court. When she showed an interest in me I was flattered that she found me interesting enough to allow in her inner circle. I could not refuse her offer to have a drink at her home and see her own samples of her art work. She showed me her paintings while we drank wine. While she was showing me one of her paintings she slipped her arm around my waist and ran it up my ribs until she was feeling my breast. When I turned towards her she kissed me on the mouth. I knew what she wanted and even though I had never done anything like that before I could not resist her advances. After that night I was convinced that lesbian sex was the only way for me.
I had a couple of long term relationships with other women over the years. They had all ended badly because we discovered that our personalities could not co-exist. I tend to be very anal when it comes to housekeeping and some of my girlfriends tended to be slobs. Then there were the fights when we flirted with other women. I don't consider myself to be the jealous type but it does piss me off when a girlfriend flirts with someone right in front of me.
So this year I was looking forward to finding a woman that was interested in spending a week with a middle aged woman and taking in the sights during the art festival.
There was one small bar that was just the kind of place I like. It had a cozy atmosphere. The bar had been the hangout of writers and artists for 6 or 7 decades. It had been built some time back in the thirties when the Hollywood community had started hanging out down there because it was far enough away from big cities that they could let their hair down and enjoy any sexual whim that might strike their fancy.
I liked the bar because the women that frequented the bar were my age for the most part. The bartender was a gay guy that knew me and was easy to talk to. It was a narrow room with a long bar running parallel to the long wall and a small booth against the opposite wall. I selected a stool near the bartender's station so that I could talk to him while he mixed drinks. That way I would check out the patrons as they came and went. When this one woman came in I found her to be very interesting.
The bartender greeted her by name. That told me she was a local and knew what kind of bar this was. I winked at the bartender and turned around on the stool as she passed me. When she settled into a booth I approached her and asked if she would like company.
She looked me over like she was debating if I was the kind of woman she would like to spend the evening with. She smiled at me and said, "By all means join me."
There was heavy accent in her voice. At first I had thought she was a Mexican but the accent told me she was undoubtedly Philippine. She was a small stocky woman and dressed in a light summer dress. The dress was tight. The arms were covered to the elbows and her breasts looked like they would spill over the top of the dress if she took a deep breath. There was a little red rose tattooed on the inside of her left tit.
I asked, "Would your name be Rose by any chance?"
She glanced down at her tit and gave me a big toothy smile. "Rosa."
We chatted for a short time. She found out I was spending the week for the festival and I found out she lived in the area. She was a ceramic artist and liked the beach. She had a friend that had a home overlooking a small cove. Only the houses that are on the bluff overlooking the cove had access to the beach. She invited me to join her for cocktails on the beach to watch the sun set. That sounded very romantic to me and I gladly accepted her offer.
She had a new Volkswagen and we drove up the coast on Highway 1 to the cove where we had to pass through a gate using a key card to get access to the road. She parked her car in front of a garage. Her keycard gave her access to the house. It turned out the occupant was not home and Rosa left a note on the coffee table as she grabbed a bottle and two glasses along with a rice mat. She led me through the house to a wooden staircase that led down to the beach. The staircase made four switchbacks down to the beach. I was not looking forward to the hike back up the bluff.
Rosa led me to a spot that gave us the best view of the ocean. The cove was flanked by rock jetties sticking out into the ocean. By the time we had laid out the rice mat the sun was just a short distance above the water. We pulled the cork from the bottle and she poured us both a generous amount of wine as we settled down to watch the sun.
There were clouds in the sky and as the sun passed below them the underside of the clouds were turned reddish-orange. There was the same color of reddish-orange being cast across the surface of the water like a path. As the sun slowly dropped below the horizon the reddish-orange sun dimmed like a flame in a lantern being trimmed. The sky went from blue to black. The moon was chasing the sun over the horizon. We had consumed most of the wine before the moon was on its way to setting.
We had been kissing each other and it was still a warm. The sand was damp and cooling even with the mat under us. Rosa suggested that we go swimming before we got too cold. I protested that I had not brought along a bathing suit. She chuckled. I wanted to see you naked anyway as she sat up and unzipped the back of her dress and pulled the sleeves down her arms.
That was when I saw the tattoos on her arms. They were on her shoulders and they were very colorful. On her left shoulder was a warm sun disk that looked very abstract and on the other shoulder was a moon disk of cool blues as if it were peeking through clouds. Her breasts were not all that large but they were shaped very nicely. The areolas were large and the nipples were like plump Tootsie Rolls ends.
I unfastened my own dress and unhooked my bra. As I matured the muscles that had held up my tits as a girl had relaxed and my tits sagged so that they rested on my ribcage. The nipples no longer stood out in front of me. They pointed towards the sand now. Rosa didn't seem to mind. We had removed our shoes before walking across the sand. We helped each other stand up and remove our dresses. She had on a tight black thong that barely covered her vulva. I had on full panties that covered my body all the way up to the navel. Even in the dimming light Rosa would see the dark shadow through my panties. We didn't take our eyes off of each other as we bent over to step out of our panties. I have a full bush of dark hair between my legs, where Rosa's pussy was clean shaven. The labia were visible and a dark smoky brown. There was another tattoo on her left hip. It was an intricate design that was a face of a girl with her dark hair draped over her shoulder and curling between her breasts.
We held onto each other as we settled back down on the mat. We held each other and kissed one another. We both felt each other's breasts until our nipples were hard. We took turns sucking each other's nipples for a long time. When we took a break we were fascinated by the sight of the moonlight shining through the waves as they broke. They looked they were glowing a greenish light. The breaking waves created white foam. The water looked black beyond the surf. I was captivated by the beauty of the scene. It looked more like a painting from someone's imagination than real life.
We watched the sight for some time while we each rubbed the pussy of the other. Rosa was the one to move her body around so that her legs were straddling one of my legs and she moved her body against my pussy so that her pussy was pressed against mine. She rubbed her pussy hard against my pussy. Our clitorises were being smashed against each other's. It felt so good that we hardly noticed that dry sand had blown onto the mat and was rubbing our butts like fine sandpaper. We were starting to sweat a little by the time we came.
The night air cooled us off quickly and we felt the chill. The bottle was almost empty so we finished it and got dressed. She rolled up the mat and I carried the glasses and bottle as we walked back to the stairs. I disposed of the empty bottle in a trash barrel before we climbed the stairs.
When we reached the house the owner was home and greeted us. She saw that we were cold and encouraged us to take a warm shower. The woman was a nice looking woman as old as me. Apparently she was connected with a film production company in Hollywood. This was her getaway home. Rosa and I headed for the bathroom and got undressed again.
Rosa may have been smaller than me but her hands were much stronger. She pinned me up against the tile wall of the shower and kissed me while shoving her fingers up my pussy. When I was good and wet she knelt in front of her and took hold of my pussy with her mouth and it felt like she practically sucked my clit down her throat. I fucked her mouth while holding onto her thick coarse hair. The shower water was running down my body and all over her head. I was whimpering like a baby as I climaxed.
Eventually Rosa stood up and pressed her hard little tits against my body. Her face was right between my tits. I had to strain my neck to bend over and kiss her on the lips. It was my turn to place her against the tile wall and get down on my knees before her brown body. Her vulva was as smooth as a baby's pussy. I sucked on her labia as hard as I could. She locked her legs around my neck and virtually sat on my shoulders while I was smashing her butt against the wall. The mixture of chlorinated shower water and her salty pussy juice was enough to excite me and inspire me to double my efforts. She practically choked me when she came. She was still sitting on my shoulders when our hostess entered with fresh bath towels.
She watched as we came out of the shower and dried off. When we had finished drying our hair she let us into the main room overlooking the cove. It was very erotic to be sitting in the presence of a fully dressed woman I didn't know with this horny little woman. She told us to remain seated while she changed.
Rosa told me to sit back and enjoy what was about to happen. When the woman returned she had changed from business attire into a leather dominatrix outfit. She had on high heeled boots that came all the way up to her thighs. A leather corset with a built-in push up bra that forced her breasts up and the nipples fully exposed. She had a black latex rubber dildo strapped in front of her pussy. She had removed the pins from her hair and it was flowing over her shoulders. She had gone from a business like woman that could have been a secretary into a menacing looking creature from a late night soft porn movie.
She had a wicked looking whip in her hand. She demanded that Rosa assume the position. Rosa knelt on her knees face down with her ass in the air. I was able to see her smoky colored asshole and her vulva with its smoky colored labia looking like an upside down exclamation point. The woman approached her from behind and assumed a position to one side so that I could watch her whip Rosa's ass. The whip was a stiff ridding crop about 3-feet long. Each blow of the whip on her brown ass brought a red welt up. She whipped her ass until the seat of her ass down to the backs of her legs was swollen and red.
It was not until then that I recognized that the tattoo on her thigh was of our hostess. She turned to me and told me to get down and lick Rosa's ass. I did not respond quickly enough because I could not believe she meant it. The riding crop flicked out and stung my left nipple. It felt like a bee had stung my nipple. The pain shot through my body as I cried out.
I slid off of the couch and placed my hands on her round ass. I could actually feel the heat radiating from her ass. When I bent over and placed the flat of my tongue on her vulva I could not believe the amount of juice she had produced. She must have climaxed while being whipped. While I was lapping at the pussy the woman sat on my back. She grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled my face up so that my tongue was in contact with Rosa's asshole. She was pulling my head up and down forcing me to taste her asshole as well as her pussy. With her other hand she gripped the riding crop by the flexible shaft and drove the handle into my pussy. She fucked my ass until the handle was wet. When she pulled it out she smelled it.
I knew because I would see what she was doing in the reflection on the window. She even tasted the handle before she brought her hand back behind me. I assumed she was going to fuck my cunt again but this time she drove it into my asshole. It hurt the way she did it but it excited me just the same. By that time Rosa and I were crying in a mixture of pain and sexual excitement.
The woman eventually removed the handle and squatted over my ass as she shoved her dildo into my pussy. She fucked me while calling me a whore. Eventually Rosa collapsed on the floor and I fell over her back. The dildo came out of my pussy with a sucking sound. She stood up and surveyed her work.
We were both sweating from the abuse. When I rolled off of her, Rosa rolled onto her back rather gingerly when her ass came in contact with the plush carpet but she had a satisfied, glassy eyed expression on her face. She obviously enjoyed the way the woman had treated her. The woman was not done with us quite yet.
She reached down and grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet. She forced me to squat over Rosa's head and lower my pussy to her mouth. Rosa got a mouth full of my hair and started licking me. The woman un-strapped her dildo and straddled Rosa's body so that she could present her own pussy for me.
She slapped my face before pulling me by the hair against her pussy. This woman had dark hair but the pubic hair was straight and not all that thick. I could tell that she did not trim her hair but there were only a few stray hairs outside of her panty line. I relished sucking her pussy. It took her so long to climax that I had cum twice on Rosa's tongue and was getting raw from her tongue scraping the inside of my pussy before the woman came in my mouth.
We had a great time. I even checked out of my hotel to spend my holiday with them. We went to the live art show together. They knew the local artists by name. I bought a couple of very exciting seascapes that looked just like the beach Rosa and I had made love on the first night.
They took me to a party that week where there were mostly lesbians in attendance. As the evening drew late and the gay men departed leaving nothing but horny women behind, it got very wild. There were naked bodies all over the place. I crawled from pussy to pussy. Rosa's friend was in her glory sitting in a chair like a queen as younger women took turns sucking her pussy. Rosa was like her hand maiden. She would hold their hair away from their faces when necessary or allow her to pinch her nipples while the women sucked her pussy. If the woman demanded that she lick the assholes of the ones eating her pussy Rosa took pride in her ability to please the women.
The funny thing was I found myself willing to allow the woman to do what ever she wanted to me as well. I found myself servicing the hostess while Rosa's friend spanked my ass with a rod. All she had on were her famous high heeled boots. I lost count of the number of pussies I ate or the number of times objects were stuffed in my pussy and / or ass.
Rosa and I even visited the same bar where we had first met and picked up a girl barely college age. We took her to the ladies room and I sucked her pussy right there in the toilet stall. The place smelled of disinfectant but the idea that anyone could walk in on us at any minute excited me even more than sucking her pussy.
It was a relief to get home and back to work. I had a lot of things to think about and a lot of business cards to keep me busy E-mailing contacts. I worked on the Wilshire Corridor for a lawyer. I was able to drive to Hollywood to have lunch with Rosa's friend. It amused me to think that anyone seeing us would have only suspected that we were secretaries out for a quick lunch. They sure would have been shocked to see what I would be doing to her in the strangest places. She never touched my hair but she made sure my ass would feel the effects for hours afterwards.
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