Adult Friends, oral, anal, F/F
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Marie and Ella
By
Jan
I live in a typical apartment complex built in a rectangle two story with a swimming pool in the middle. It is normally pretty quiet, until the Cal-Tech students were having a party. It was not uncommon to see young people swimming nude at 3:00am. The really wild time is during the New Year's Pasadena Rose Parade and football game.
My extended family is very conservative and would be horrified if they were to learn that I am a confirmed lesbian. Because of that I do my cruising in Hollywood or Long Beach. Recently I frequented a lesbian bar near the Belmont Shores area. I was sitting at the bar checking out the talent in the mirror behind the bar. Then I saw a woman enter that I couldn't let her get away.
She had a beautiful smile with white teeth, and she was a petite brown skinned Mexican-American beauty with long black hair, big brown eyes. She was no taller than five-feet one-inch and no more than a hundred pounds. I noticed her breasts filling out her tight T-shirt first. I got off my stool and approached her before any other cougar could swoop in on her. I asked her for a dance and hustled her onto the dance floor and held her tightly against my body. We must have made an interesting couple.
I happen to be tall African-American and Italian descent. I'm five-foot ten-inches. Long muscular legs, shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes. I like to stay in shape, so I play basketball regularly and lift weights enough weight to be able to push around big centers, but not enough make my body look like a bodybuilding dyke. While we were dancing, I told her that my name was Sara. She told me that her name was Ella.
It was a crowded dance floor, so I was able to press my body against her, and feel her shapely body pressed against mine. She was wearing a brown T-shirt with lower case m's on each tit. And tight-fitting jeans.
I asked her: "Are they like m & m's. They melt in your mouth, not in your hands?"
She looked up at me and smiled before saying: "The only way to find out is to test your hypothesis!"
I bent down and kissed her on the mouth. We weren't dancing at that point. We were tongue kissing each other, and she was an amazing kisser. I stuffed my left hand down the back of her blue jeans and clutched the left cheek of her butt. She ushered me into the ladies- room and we entered the handicapper stall and locked the door behind us. When I removed her T-shirt, I was truly impressed by her figure. Her 34-C sized breasts looked large on her small frame. I was a little envious of her figure because as tall as I am my breasts are only a B- cup. Within moments I had unfastened her jeans and pulled them down along with her sexy little hip hugger panties, exposing a delightful trimmed triangle of black pubic hair that was straight and looked like it had been combed or brushed towards the opening of her vagina. Ella was just as adamite about pulling up my jeans and getting my own panties down. She seemed to be just as excited about finer fucking my cunt as I was hers. Like so many of my sister black women my black pubic hair looks like tightly coiled little springs.
We were frantically groping each other at that point, when it was clear where the night was headed, I invited her to come to my place and she accepted. She expressed reluctance about inviting me to her place. She agreed to accompany me in my car if I promised to bring her back to the bar's parking lot. When we arrived at the apartment, I opened the door and let her go first. I locked the door behind us, and when I turned around, I almost bumped into her because she was so close to me.
I offered beer, wine or mixed drinks, because I hadn't paid attention to what she was drinking at the bar. She opted for Vodka/cranberry while I had soda because I was a lightweight drinker and had more driving to do that night. I may have had time to blink before she was on her tiptoes kissing me passionately. I pulled her close so her spectacular breasts were pressed against me and returned her kiss. In the end she was the aggressor.
Her fingers had my blouse unbuttoned and off in a flash. She quickly unfastened my bra before her hands went to the button and zipper on my jeans. All the while her tongue never left my mouth until she broke it off to pull her T-shirt over her head. She sucked on one nipple then the other as we both stepped out of our shoes, jeans, and underwear. Her hand slipped between my legs and she moaned a little when she felt how wet I was. Not wanting to wait any longer I kissed her and walked her to my bedroom. After I got her to sit on the edge of the bed I knelt and put her legs over my shoulders. I dove in licking and sucking like a homeless woman that hadn't eaten in days, Lol. When she had her first orgasm, she moaned a little louder than when she touched me. It felt like she was fighting, letting go and just riding the pleasure wave. By the third orgasm she was a tad bit louder but not much. However, her hips were bucking wildly against my face and she lightly tugged at my hair to pull my face deeper into her cunt. (As if that was possible)
I have to admit that I am only into women. At the same time, I do enjoy strap-on sex both giving and receiving a good fucking. As long as it's strapped onto a woman. I am not into anal sex, (nor do I judge) but not above the occasional finger and/or tongue fucking.
While we were on my bed that night, she tasted clean. Her pussy was not perfumed and certainly not bad. Just clean and yummy. One little strip of surprisingly silky pubic hair on her vulva. I loved the taste of her pussy. By the time she experienced her first orgasm my face was covered with her vaginal fluid and my nose was so full of the fluid that I breathed through my mouth. The second time I sucked her off I slipped my hand under her butt and stroked her asshole with my fingertip and eventually stuck my finger up her asshole to bring her to her second orgasm. I eventually put on my strap-on dildo and fucked her for a long time in the missionary position. By the time she had her third and fourth orgasm sweat was dripping from my face onto her face and her breasts were covered with sweat. Then Ella proceeded to make love to me the same way I had fucked her. When we got tired, we were reduced to jilling each other and stuck our fingers up each other's asshole into the early morning hours. We eventually clung to each other and covered our bodies with the plackets, because we were exhausted and drifted off to sleep. I'm not accustomed to having one-night stands, but I was thrilled that I had one with her.
When I woke up the next morning by the smell of brewing coffee, I saw that the bed was empty, and I got up and went into the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee. I found a note written by Ella.
The note stated: "Thanks for a fantastic time, last night. TI called for a taxi back to my car. I hope to see you again soon!" Damn, I was hoping she'd stay a while and maybe have a little afternoon delight. But I had no way to contact her, I didn't even know her last name, let alone. What is her address or phone number were>?
The following weekend I went back to the same bar in hopes that she would be there, but she didn't show up. I had to find off other ladies that approached me. The following Saturday afternoon my doorbell rang. It was Ella! I buzzed the door open and greeted her at the elevator with a big hug and a big smile.
Ella apologized for dropping in unannounced, but she had no other way to contact me. She knew my building and apartment number. Since she rang the bell, I assumed she now knew my full name because it was on the communication system in the vestibule. I had no problem with her knowing my name and where I lived.
I was thrilled that she had returned, and was thrilled with the idea of resuming having sex with her. As soon as she knocked on my apartment door, I invited her in and as I closed the door, I turned to take her into my arms and kissed her. Then we sat on the living room couch and started off hugging and kissing before we undressed each other. Our clothes were scattered all over the living room by the time we got into massaging and nursing each other's tits. I did love the smell of her pussy. (She told me that she used a vinegar rinse to neutralize the odor.) I tongue fucked her until she had two orgasms. Before Ella could return the favor. When she insisted that it was her turn, I let her take charge. When she went down on me, I pulled her head tightly against my wet cunt and verbally encouraged her efforts. We eventually cuddled and chatted afterward while we recovered. I was gleefully tweaked her nipples when she said: "I missed you, Sara Asenato!"
I responded: "I missed you too Ella....Jaramillo!" She corrected me: "(hara-long A-mio). I like you and have enjoyed our time together, Sara, but I have a problem!"
I thought: "Oh, geez, don't let it involve an itch you can't scratch in public! Was my first thought. I propped up on one elbow and looked at her. What is it?"
"It's my job. That some of associates may not be understanding of my lifestyle so it's important that no one know that I am a lesbian!".
I continued to look at her and asked: "Do you work for a religious organization?"
She chuckled: "No, I'm a doctor."
"Ohhhhh! No worries, I know how to keep things to myself." I responded.
"Good, not all of my patients are open minded."
We ordered in for food, and spent the rest of the day in bed. I referred to this as a 'fling' because we mostly just got together for sex. My place, her place, the exam table at her office after hours, fingers, dildos, tongues. I'm not a vibrator kind of gal but she loved them. We had LOTS of mind-blowing sex but our worlds were soooo different. Eventually, that took a toll on the good times and we went our separate ways. I still smile when I think of her and hope she does the same where I am concerned. Holy shit, no one knows about this! I've never told a soul!
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