I've written this story purely for my own pleasure for the thrill of seeing it published in Nifty. I don't mind what you do with it in a personal way as long as it's not copied to another forum or printed for the purposes of sale. Some of the happenings are true, some are not, those that are true may have been embellished to add drama to the story. It may also be the case that some of the ideas in the story are what I would like to happen to me and perhaps at some time in the future, they may. If so, WOW!!!!!!
Author erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au (underscore after the name Erica)
Title: Letter to Cheryl re Alice
Hi Cheryl, I'm so glad that I met you through the "Nifty" forum. I now have somebody to relate my adventures to. That's not to say that I wouldn't like it to be you but, unfortunately, you aren't here are you? Don't forget that your experiences are important to me too and because we're both late in coming to the decision that we really are lesbians we have lots of doubts about whether we're too "pushy" or not "pushy" enough
I'm sending this message so that you could see how I went at lunch time with Alice, you remember the girl I'd told you about? I'd eventually decided on the blouse and lacy bra, hopefully the view of the lace through the blouse should look really attractive to her and as you said at the time the likelihood was that she'd have the damned thing off quick smart anyway. That make me giggle but it's a real hope. Found another skirt, still a short one but this one has a split up the side so that it tends to show my thigh when I sit down.
Spent goodness knows how long getting myself ready, must have put my knickers on and taken them off quite a few times. Kept questioning myself as to wether she'd prefer white or black, would she like lace around them at the legs, would she like them loose around my thighs, would she like them to cling to my bottom. In the end, of course, I chose the first pair I'd got out when I started to get ready, my lovely white silk knickers.
Lots of preparation of course, nice hot shower and shampoo. No, I was a good girl and didn't play with myself in the shower, didn't expect that did you? I'd gone to my daughter's bedroom and stole some of her perfume and body lotion, don't ask me what they were, I'd been in a state of heightened anticipation and it didn't really matter.
When I slipped into the knickers was when I wanted to play with myself, just love that silk sliding across my skin but again I behaved myself. Didn't really want to, but of course, you've already guessed that haven't you?
I think it took me far too long to put my bra on, kept pulling it up to let it show a bit more of the swelling and then down a little bit to lift my breast up and make more available for her to view.
Do you like stockings? As far as I'm concerned they are perhaps the sexiest piece of female clothing that I'm aware of. Just love sitting on the stool in front of the dressing table and slowly rolling them up my legs, only stopping my hands when they're practically at the "gates of heaven".
When I tried the skirt on, oh boy, that split down the side and just in front of my left thigh really showed something interesting including a little view of my knickers when I sat. Just for confirmation I'd sat on a kitchen stool at the breakfast bar and my skirt really rode up as I got up onto the stool.
Well my darling, I'd thought, if this is not good enough for you then I don't know what is. Couldn't wear too bright lipstick although I would desperately like to but maybe the amount of eye make up would keep her attention away from my lips.
I'd looked at the clock, goodness, it was only eleven thirty and she wasn't due here 'til about 12. You know what happens now don't you, I walk backwards and forwards inspecting myself from every angle, I reapply my lipstick again and trace the outline of my lips trying to make sure that it's not smudged.
Well, whilst I'd still been inspecting myself and trying to calm my nerves I'd walked from mirror to mirror, didn't expect that I'd look any better in this one in the bathroom than I did in the bedroom mirror.
Ah, panic stations set in, there's a car just driven into the yard, I was shaking as I waited for the doorbell to ring. I suppose I could have gone down and opened it without her ringing but I'm terrified. What if the girl doesn't like the way I'm dressed or if she now thinks that I'm not her type or I'm ugly.
Ring, ring, shit, better open the door and let her in, can't keep her waiting after all I've put myself through this morning. As my hand goes to the door handle it turns, apparently of it's own volition but as the door's pushed open she strolls in. Oh my, what a picture, nothing fancy in her dress, just a very smart button down the front dress. Apparently, not particularly shaped to show off her breasts or bottom but it did and it was quite short too. Her navy shoes were 'strappy" high heels and the stockings were the same colour. I would love to be able to tell you what she was wearing underneath but I didn't get an opportunity to see her.
Sorry Cheryl, haven't told you a damned thing about her have I? Did you read that story that I wrote called "Meeting Alice", you did? She's the girl mentioned in that, you remember, I wrote my phone number on her breast with lipstick.
I'd guess she's probably about the same height as I am and that raises another question in my mind, will she want me to be shorter than she is. Can't remember much about the other night except that I knew there and then that I wanted to be her partner (lover is perhaps a better word). Silly devil aren't I? I danced with her and I had my head on her shoulder, she's just got to be taller than I am. I've taken precautions however, I've got another pair of shoes under the table "just in case'.
I think I'd better describe her to you. Somewhat the same height as I am, 5 feet 3 or 4 inches but, of course, she's much taller in heels. Absolutely gorgeous black hair, her origins are probably somewhere in the Mediterranean area, lovely tinted skin, not much more than creamy white or very pale brown but how can you expect me to describe the vision in front of me. At the moment all I can see are her fantastic dark eyes and the absolutely fucking fire engine red lips. Oh, baby, just suck me into that gorgeous mouth of yours and don't bother spitting me out. The population around here is quite cosmopolitan (think that's an OK word). Lots of Italians, Spaniards and other European races all thrown with some Pacific Islanders, what was that song about a "melting pot"?
She'd asked me if I was ready , oh yes, am I ready.
She'd helped me into the car and made sure that nothing was hanging out and leaned over me to fasten the seat belt. She hadn't needed to do that for me but she continued making sure that the belt across my chest was not squashing my breast. So far I'd been a bit disappointed in that she hadn't given me a kiss. She'd asked me if I was waiting for something and I'd muttered no but she's looked at me with those lovely eyes and smiled before she'd given me just a little peck on the lips, that will have to do for the time being she'd said.
She'd picked a little café on a street corner down near the waterfront and at first we'd (or should I say she) had chosen to sit outside but as we were on a street corner there was passing traffic in all directions with the consequent foot traffic and the smell of motor vehicle exhausts.
She'd taken my arm and led me inside almost to the back of the café and when we'd sat down she'd said that she couldn't stay for very long as she was on the afternoon shift at the hospital just around the corner. Her starting time was to be three o'clock but that really didn't matter because I had to be at the school for the little kids by three too.
Anyway, put that aside for the moment, I just wanted to enjoy the couple of hours that I was going to share with her.
She gave me that mischievous grin again and asked me if I was still waiting for something, what could I say, I desperately want her to kiss me but there she was fucking smiling at me. I'll bet the bitch knew what I wanted!!!!!!!
After the waitress had taken our order for salad sandwiches Alice took my hand in hers and said "will you wear something for me"? I'd wondered what it was and she opened a little jewellery box and showed me a little stud that she wanted me to wear in my navel for her. Now, can you tell me why I'd started to cry? I really had no idea.
Lunch was lovely, of course, because I was with my lovely Alice. I'd held her hand when she gave the gift and at almost every opportunity I'd had and a number of times she'd leaned across and kissed me. Each kiss was well worth the wait that she'd imposed on me.
We'd lingered over coffee until such time as we both realised that we'd better move quick smart or we'd both be late, me for two kids and Alice for her job.
She loaded me into the car and she'd driven me home so that I could collect my own car. There was no one home so before she left we'd shared a few more kisses and just a little touch on my breasts at which I'd asked her when she was going to make love to me. Be patient she'd told me, we need to get to know each other first before we take such a big step. I'd reminded her that she'd lifted me up onto the bench in the toilets at the LEZ BIAN café only a few days ago, grabbed the cheeks of my arse, pulled me onto her tongue and licked my pussy so hard that my "cum" had left my body almost like it would leave a fire engine hose.
She told me that she was only trying to win me away from Tracey when that happened because of the slap she'd landed on my face and she'd not made any decision as to whether she really liked me, her view being that we needed to spend sometime together before we started to make commitments. I'd reminded her about the stud. All she'd said was ah well, perhaps she did fancy me.
You can guess that I didn't want her to drive away can't you but I really did have to pick up the kids.
I hadn't had an orgasm during lunch but I can tell you that I was very wet but I didn't have time to masturbate.
I'm going to have an awful time this evening waiting to see if she'll ring me.
Please, please Alice.
It's seven o'clock and she should now be just starting her meal break. I know she has to eat so maybe it will be just a little while longer before she rings. Fucking hell, one of my son's mates has rung on my phone, I desperately wanted to tell him to "piss off sunshine" I'm waiting for an angel to ring but sons don't like their mothers talking to their mates like that. But I'm waiting for the lovely Alice so I don't really care what they think, just piss off. If I miss a call from Alice somebody is going to lose their balls.
Ring, ring. I didn't move to the phone, I think I threw myself across the settee in my haste. Hello, and in my usual fashion I gave out my number.
"Hi babe".
Oh, I'm going to faint, it's Alice, every part of my body is shaking, even my tits, which are confined in a bra are jiggling about as I try to control my breathing. Oh, the fucking bitch is enjoying this.
"What's your problem babe, you sound excited about something"?
"Oh, darling, I've been waiting for you call but one of my sons mates rang on my 'phone and I thought if I miss Alice's call I'll tear his balls off".
"Wow", somebody's in a mood".
"No, I'm fairly calm but some people are just so inconsiderate".
"Were you scared you'd miss me"?
"Why are you teasing me like this Alice"?
"Just trying to keep you on your toes babe".
"Don't fucking well call me babe, my name's Erica"
"Whoa up there, somebody's really in a mood".
"Fuck it Alice, you knew from the very start that I've spent all afternoon waiting for your call. And you also know that when you danced with me I'd already decided that I was going to submit to you. By the way, when you grabbed my arse cheeks and sucked my pussy in the toilet that was the very best orgasm I've ever had but I want it to be the first of many. There, now you know how I feel, I don't care about taking things easy until we know about each other, come over here and fuck me, now, right now."
"Darling, I don't know if I love you yet but I certainly like you an awful lot"
"Make up your mind because you're not the only fish in the ocean".
"I'm going to terminate this call and when I ring you again you'd better be in a better mood" and with that she hung up the 'phone.
Oh, I've fucked it with my anxiety. I'm going to cry again, silly tart.
I guess i'll have to wait until tomorrow to see if she's really "pissed" with me
or just having her little bit of fun.
can't wait to tell you all what happens tomorrow. love erica
I've written this story purely for my own pleasure for the thrill of seeing it published in Nifty. I don't mind what you do with it in a personal way as long as it's not copied to another forum or printed for the purposes of sale. Some of the happenings are true, some are not, those that are true may have been embellished to add drama to the story. It may also be the case that some of the ideas in the story are what I would like to happen to me and perhaps at some time in the future, they may. If so, WOW!!!!!!
Author Erica_mllgn@yahoo.com.au (underscore after the name Erica)
Title: Letter to Cheryl re Alice
Hi Cheryl, I'm so glad that I met you through the "Nifty" forum. I now have somebody to relate my adventures to. That's not to say that I wouldn't like it to be you but, unfortunately, you aren't here are you? Don't forget that your experiences are important to me too and because we're both late in coming to the decision that we really are lesbians we have lots of doubts about whether we're too "pushy" or not "pushy" enough
I'm sending this message so that you could see how I went at lunch time with Alice, you remember the girl I'd told you about? I'd eventually decided on the blouse and lacy bra, hopefully the view of the lace through the blouse should look really attractive to her and as you said at the time the likelihood was that she'd have the damned thing off quick smart anyway. That make me giggle but it's a real hope. Found another skirt, still a short one but this one has a split up the side so that it tends to show my thigh when I sit down.
Spent goodness knows how long getting myself ready, must have put my knickers on and taken them off quite a few times. Kept questioning myself as to wether she'd prefer white or black, would she like lace around them at the legs, would she like them loose around my thighs, would she like them to cling to my bottom. In the end, of course, I chose the first pair I'd got out when I started to get ready, my lovely white silk knickers.
Lots of preparation of course, nice hot shower and shampoo. No, I was a good girl and didn't play with myself in the shower, didn't expect that did you? I'd gone to my daughter's bedroom and stole some of her perfume and body lotion, don't ask me what they were, I'd been in a state of heightened anticipation and it didn't really matter.
When I slipped into the knickers was when I wanted to play with myself, just love that silk sliding across my skin but again I behaved myself. Didn't really want to, but of course, you've already guessed that haven't you?
I think it took me far too long to put my bra on, kept pulling it up to let it show a bit more of the swelling and then down a little bit to lift my breast up and make more available for her to view.
Do you like stockings? As far as I'm concerned they are perhaps the sexiest piece of female clothing that I'm aware of. Just love sitting on the stool in front of the dressing table and slowly rolling them up my legs, only stopping my hands when they're practically at the "gates of heaven".
When I tried the skirt on, oh boy, that split down the side and just in front of my left thigh really showed something interesting including a little view of my knickers when I sat. Just for confirmation I'd sat on a kitchen stool at the breakfast bar and my skirt really rode up as I got up onto the stool.
Well my darling, I'd thought, if this is not good enough for you then I don't know what is. Couldn't wear too bright lipstick although I would desperately like to but maybe the amount of eye make up would keep her attention away from my lips.
I'd looked at the clock, goodness, it was only eleven thirty and she wasn't due here 'til about 12. You know what happens now don't you, I walk backwards and forwards inspecting myself from every angle, I reapply my lipstick again and trace the outline of my lips trying to make sure that it's not smudged.
Well, whilst I'd still been inspecting myself and trying to calm my nerves I'd walked from mirror to mirror, didn't expect that I'd look any better in this one in the bathroom than I did in the bedroom mirror.
Ah, panic stations set in, there's a car just driven into the yard, I was shaking as I waited for the doorbell to ring. I suppose I could have gone down and opened it without her ringing but I'm terrified. What if the girl doesn't like the way I'm dressed or if she now thinks that I'm not her type or I'm ugly.
Ring, ring, shit, better open the door and let her in, can't keep her waiting after all I've put myself through this morning. As my hand goes to the door handle it turns, apparently of it's own volition but as the door's pushed open she strolls in. Oh my, what a picture, nothing fancy in her dress, just a very smart button down the front dress. Apparently, not particularly shaped to show off her breasts or bottom but it did and it was quite short too. Her navy shoes were 'strappy" high heels and the stockings were the same colour. I would love to be able to tell you what she was wearing underneath but I didn't get an opportunity to see her.
Sorry Cheryl, haven't told you a damned thing about her have I? Did you read that story that I wrote called "Meeting Alice", you did? She's the girl mentioned in that, you remember, I wrote my phone number on her breast with lipstick.
I'd guess she's probably about the same height as I am and that raises another question in my mind, will she want me to be shorter than she is. Can't remember much about the other night except that I knew there and then that I wanted to be her partner (lover is perhaps a better word). Silly devil aren't I? I danced with her and I had my head on her shoulder, she's just got to be taller than I am. I've taken precautions however, I've got another pair of shoes under the table "just in case'.
I think I'd better describe her to you. Somewhat the same height as I am, 5 feet 3 or 4 inches but, of course, she's much taller in heels. Absolutely gorgeous black hair, her origins are probably somewhere in the Mediterranean area, lovely tinted skin, not much more than creamy white or very pale brown but how can you expect me to describe the vision in front of me. At the moment all I can see are her fantastic dark eyes and the absolutely fucking fire engine red lips. Oh, baby, just suck me into that gorgeous mouth of yours and don't bother spitting me out. The population around here is quite cosmopolitan (think that's an OK word). Lots of Italians, Spaniards and other European races all thrown with some Pacific Islanders, what was that song about a "melting pot"?
She'd asked me if I was ready , oh yes, am I ready.
She'd helped me into the car and made sure that nothing was hanging out and leaned over me to fasten the seat belt. She hadn't needed to do that for me but she continued making sure that the belt across my chest was not squashing my breast. So far I'd been a bit disappointed in that she hadn't given me a kiss. She'd asked me if I was waiting for something and I'd muttered no but she's looked at me with those lovely eyes and smiled before she'd given me just a little peck on the lips, that will have to do for the time being she'd said.
She'd picked a little café on a street corner down near the waterfront and at first we'd (or should I say she) had chosen to sit outside but as we were on a street corner there was passing traffic in all directions with the consequent foot traffic and the smell of motor vehicle exhausts.
She'd taken my arm and led me inside almost to the back of the café and when we'd sat down she'd said that she couldn't stay for very long as she was on the afternoon shift at the hospital just around the corner. Her starting time was to be three o'clock but that really didn't matter because I had to be at the school for the little kids by three too.
Anyway, put that aside for the moment, I just wanted to enjoy the couple of hours that I was going to share with her.
She gave me that mischievous grin again and asked me if I was still waiting for something, what could I say, I desperately want her to kiss me but there she was fucking smiling at me. I'll bet the bitch knew what I wanted!!!!!!!
After the waitress had taken our order for salad sandwiches Alice took my hand in hers and said "will you wear something for me"? I'd wondered what it was and she opened a little jewellery box and showed me a little stud that she wanted me to wear in my navel for her. Now, can you tell me why I'd started to cry? I really had no idea.
Lunch was lovely, of course, because I was with my lovely Alice. I'd held her hand when she gave the gift and at almost every opportunity I'd had and a number of times she'd leaned across and kissed me. Each kiss was well worth the wait that she'd imposed on me.
We'd lingered over coffee until such time as we both realised that we'd better move quick smart or we'd both be late, me for two kids and Alice for her job.
She loaded me into the car and she'd driven me home so that I could collect my own car. There was no one home so before she left we'd shared a few more kisses and just a little touch on my breasts at which I'd asked her when she was going to make love to me. Be patient she'd told me, we need to get to know each other first before we take such a big step. I'd reminded her that she'd lifted me up onto the bench in the toilets at the LEZ BIAN café only a few days ago, grabbed the cheeks of my arse, pulled me onto her tongue and licked my pussy so hard that my "cum" had left my body almost like it would leave a fire engine hose.
She told me that she was only trying to win me away from Tracey when that happened because of the slap she'd landed on my face and she'd not made any decision as to whether she really liked me, her view being that we needed to spend sometime together before we started to make commitments. I'd reminded her about the stud. All she'd said was ah well, perhaps she did fancy me.
You can guess that I didn't want her to drive away can't you but I really did have to pick up the kids.
I hadn't had an orgasm during lunch but I can tell you that I was very wet but I didn't have time to masturbate.
I'm going to have an awful time this evening waiting to see if she'll ring me.
Please, please Alice.
It's seven o'clock and she should now be just starting her meal break. I know she has to eat so maybe it will be just a little while longer before she rings. Fucking hell, one of my son's mates has rung on my phone, I desperately wanted to tell him to "piss off sunshine" I'm waiting for an angel to ring but sons don't like their mothers talking to their mates like that. But I'm waiting for the lovely Alice so I don't really care what they think, just piss off. If I miss a call from Alice somebody is going to lose their balls.
Ring, ring. I didn't move to the phone, I think I threw myself across the settee in my haste. Hello, and in my usual fashion I gave out my number.
"Hi babe".
Oh, I'm going to faint, it's Alice, every part of my body is shaking, even my tits, which are confined in a bra are jiggling about as I try to control my breathing. Oh, the fucking bitch is enjoying this.
"What's your problem babe, you sound excited about something"?
"Oh, darling, I've been waiting for you call but one of my sons mates rang on my 'phone and I thought if I miss Alice's call I'll tear his balls off".
"Wow", somebody's in a mood".
"No, I'm fairly calm but some people are just so inconsiderate".
"Were you scared you'd miss me"?
"Why are you teasing me like this Alice"?
"Just trying to keep you on your toes babe".
"Don't fucking well call me babe, my name's Erica"
"Whoa up there, somebody's really in a mood".
"Fuck it Alice, you knew from the very start that I've spent all afternoon waiting for your call. And you also know that when you danced with me I'd already decided that I was going to submit to you. By the way, when you grabbed my arse cheeks and sucked my pussy in the toilet that was the very best orgasm I've ever had but I want it to be the first of many. There, now you know how I feel, I don't care about taking things easy until we know about each other, come over here and fuck me, now, right now."
"Darling, I don't know if I love you yet but I certainly like you an awful lot"
"Make up your mind because you're not the only fish in the ocean".
"I'm going to terminate this call and when I ring you again you'd better be in a better mood" and with that she hung up the 'phone.
Oh, I've fucked it with my anxiety. I'm going to cry again, silly tart.
I guess i'll have to wait until tomorrow to see if she's really "pissed" with me or just having her little bit of fun.
can't wait to tell you all what happens tomorrow.
love erica
[The author needed to change email accounts and hopes that all readers will re-contact her to recreate her address book.]