This is a story about lesbian sex and I'm aware that some people, particularly those under age, are not permitted to read such stories so if that applies to you please leav the site now.
The story is called SPECS TEST and the author is Erica Milligan whose e-mail address is Erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au. If you'd like to write to me I'll do my best to answer any questions or suggestions you may have.
I've just been trying to write a story about my last sexual encounter with a male but somehow it won't come out the way I want it to. Frankly I think it's because having accepted myself as a lesbian I really have no interest in the size of a man's cock or what he can do with it. In my estimation a girls tongue and fingers playing round my pussy can do more in a couple of minutes than a man's cock can in an hour. Besides which she doesn't get tired the way a man does.
In the way that young women look at young men I now find myself looking at other women. I'm not that far off being in my forties but I'm not looking for women my age, I'm looking for girls in their late teens. I don't want to teach them anything about lesbian sex I've always found that they know more about it than I do. They've been able to show me how to pleasure myself and how they do it to their friends. Goodness, I hope they don't waste too much time with their friends, I'm here waiting for them.
If my friends or family knew how many women I've been seduced by I'm sure they'd have a seizure, I must seem so disgusting. But, seeing a nice teenagers walking down the street with their breasts stuck out, their bottoms wriggling around inside their skirts and so full of confidence I'm just struck with lust. There are times when things are a bit scarce or girls are few and far between so I think about being raped by girls and I've spent many a pleasant hour in bed torturing myself with these thoughts.
I've thought about what it would be like if I joined the navy and went to sea with other girls and whether we'd have an all girls cabin or whether we'd have to share with the men. One girl sailor told me that "hanky panky" between girls is not allowed on ships but I guess that only counts if you get caught. Imagine being caught in the act with a girlfriend when a female petty officer bursts into the cabin. What would she do? Would she stand me up against the bulkhead and chain me there while she had her way with my friend or would she chain my friend up and have her way with me. Frankly I'd prefer the latter scenario!
Ah well, better got back into the real world, no use in imaging all these erotic things when life is usually humdrum. Occasionally though something happens that catches my interest and perhaps today is one of them. I don't read well without glasses, although that's all I use them for, so I went into the opticians to make an appointment for an eye test. In my case they're necessary every year because I have diabetes and the test is strongly recommended.
My appointment's for Wednesday, that's in two days time. I've never been to this optician before so it will be a new experience. Doctor Jo is the ophthalmologist in charge so although I'm fairly sure my eyes are OK I'm looking forward to the tests just to relieve any worries I may have had.
I would guess that being someone so professionally qualified she'd be an older woman but really it doesn't matter to me. On the Wednesday I arrived well before the appointment to find the waiting room deserted. Shortly one of the staff had come out and said that Dr Jo would be with me soon. I settled down to wait with a magazine but you know what waiting rooms are, the magazines have always been there since before the beginning of time.
Feeling just a little restless I went for a walk around the doctor's room, I think those are the right words for a specialist's premises rather than a surgery, found rather a nice "powder" room and did a bit of tickling around the edges so to speak. Refreshed my lipstick, did my eyebrows and checked out my hair. I sat down for a quick pee before going in to see the doctor and when I'd finished and washed my hands I started to make my way back to the waiting room. On the way back I heard a moan from one of the rooms and being a woman, by nature nosey, I opened the door just that little bit and saw something very interesting.
Lay on the examination bench was an older lady dressed in a pure white coat that, mistakenly, I presumed was the ophthalmologist, seemed a reasonable assumption based on her age. Stood over her was a younger woman also dressed in a white coat but it was what was in her hand that stunned me. She was holding a long, round piece of plastic tubing, I'd guess it was an inch and a half in diameter (approximately 40 millimetres), to her mouth and I couldn't quite see where the other end was. That was until the younger woman holding the tube moved a little when I saw that it was in the older woman's pussy. Or at least that's what I thought, I couldn't see clearly but from the sounds she was making and the way she was moving I would have said that she was being "f..." with the tube.
I managed to conceal myself in a room across the passage way and it sounded as though the younger woman was blowing down the tube almost like playing a trumpet. Don't think she was trying to play music, just trying to torment the older woman with the hot air entering her pussy. It didn't take long for the older woman to start making the kind of obscene noises I make when I'm on the verge of an orgasm. The younger woman withdrew the tube from the older woman's pussy and turned as though to make her way to the toilet, presumably to wash the tube. Fortunately she turned back to speak to the older woman and that gave me an ideal opportunity to slip out of the door and casually stand in the waiting room.
The older lady, now with her white coat neatly fastened to the top came and asked me for my name and when she heard it she led me to another office further down the corridor. Surprise, surprise, the woman waiting there was the younger one I'd just seen in "action". She introduced herself as Dr Jo, the ophthalmologist. That really surprised me, I'd just assumed that the older woman would be the specialist and the younger one the nurse.
However, Dr Jo was very nice so I sat at her desk as she took my details. I couldn't help but notice that her face was still very flushed so being my naughty self I'd asked her if she was feeling unwell. She'd at least had the good grace to blush as I asked her and the fact that I had what I might describe as a knowing look on my face may have been the catalyst for making her blush even more.
She'd waved her hand in front of her face supposedly to cool herself down but I think it was more to cover her embarrassment. The chair I was sat on was just a little way back from her desk so being the kind of impetuous woman that I am I moved it closer and as I sat again I gave her a good look at my legs. I pretended to scratch my leg, you know how we do it girls, done to attract attention more than anything. My hand moved further upwards ostensibly to smooth my stocking but in reality to lift my skirt a little and let her see even more.
Poor girl, she was getting even more flushed so I took a handkerchief out of my pocket and went to wipe her brow. Wonderful, that had done an even better job on her, now she was getting quite jittery, perhaps it was time to show her a bit of tit. Apparently struggling with my bra straps and with my skirt up near my bottom Dr Jo was on the verge of apoplexy or bursting a blood vessel.
Now, where do you want me I'd asked and she pointed me to her apparatus, knew very well what it was, had this test quite a few times, but I let her lead me to it. I sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the apparatus and pretended to be absolutely stupid so that as she reached across to help me put my chin on the rest my hand accidentally collided with hers and her pretty little hand with a wedding ring on it came to rest on my breast.
Goodness she was so apologetic that I almost felt guilty about teasing her like this. On dear she'd said, I'm so sorry but I put her at ease by telling her that I'm a lesbian so having a woman's hand on my breast was not only not a problem but in fact I'd like it back there again. I'd reached out for her hand and when she tried to take it away I showed her my strength as I put it full on my breast and held it there.
Now, she was really getting all worked up, her mouth was quivering and I suspected that she was on the verge of crying, perhaps because she'd been found out. I sat with my face against the apparatus but didn't put my chin in the right place knowing that unless I did she couldn't conduct the test. I played dumb until she came round my side of the apparatus and lifted my chin to place it on the rest but I'm not put off that easily. As she put her hand under my chin I pulled her hand down to my breast instead and held it there letting her know that I was dictating what happened next. She was terribly nervous and I could tell from experience that she really wanted me to take control of her. Her fingers were trembling on my breast and I guess my smile at her let her know that we'd proceed at the pace and in the way that I wanted.
Sometimes it seems such a pity that girls have this unresolved lesbianism buried inside them and I felt it was my duty to bring it to the surface. Rather than let her put my chin in the appropriate rest so she could look into my eyes I took her chin and brought her face to mine. My tongue didn't have too much of a problem in opening her mouth and when my tongue met hers there was an obvious relaxing of the body and the tenseness left her. Good, now we could progress and with that I sat her down in her swivel chair and crouching down in front of her I pushed her uniform out of the way and kissed her pussy.
I didn't bother to remove her panties because this was only a preliminary seduction, the final seduction would come later when she realised that it was useless to reject my advances. She'd realise that I knew her desires but I wouldn't let her satisfy them immediately, she'd have to wait until I took her at my leisure. But firstly, a little tease to set her on her lesbian way and down I went and kissed her inner thigh before planting a long wet kiss on her pussy.
I'd stood up immediately and pulled her uniform down, sat down and put my chin on the rest. Shall we continue I'd said to Doctor Jo and despite her trembling hands she'd completed the tests. As I went to leave the room I turned and taking one of her breasts in my hand, giving a gentle squeeze and leaving her with a nice wet kiss on her mouth I left the room. In the reception area I'd spoken to the older lady and when she asked me about a further appointment I'd turned to Doctor Jo and said when do you want me again. I deliberately smiled at her with my mouth opened just that little bit and she blushed when I said should we make it tomorrow. With that I left the building but I will be back for a second appointment in the morning. The way she looked at that moment I knew that I'd have no trouble getting her pants off and her pussy quivering under my lips.