Spooning

Spooning

By Drusilla.

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I saw her standing outside, on the sidewalk by the Greyhound bus depot. She stared down the street as if she had lost her last friend in the world. She neatly dressed and she carried one old worn suitcase.

She wore a green button down the front dress. Squared shoulders, beautiful bust line, narrow waist and hips, low heels and the dress ended just below the knees. Beautiful curly auburn hair, parted on the left and dropping all the way to her shoulders. When she glanced my way, I saw how gorgeous she really was. Those sparkling eyes, and beautiful red lips.

I pulled up to the curb and stopped. "Are you waiting for someone?" She quickly smiled. "No. I missed my bus. There won't be another until tomorrow." "I can give you a ride to a hotel."

She smiled briefly again. "No, thank you. I'll be fine." I turned the car off. "Where were you going on the bus?" "To Los Angles." I gave her a big grin. "This may be your lucky day. I happen to be driving to Los Angles."

She shook her head. "I don't have much money. I spent it on my bus ticket." "We'll get your money back from the bus ticket. It'll be much cheaper riding with me. I won't charge you anything." She stood up straight for a moment. "Why would you do that?"

I couldn't help but laugh at her innocent face. "Because I would enjoy the companionship. It's a long drive to LA." I got out and opened the trunk of my car. "Put your suitcase in here. We'll go get your money back from the ticket."

I pulled the car out onto route 66, and we began our journey West. "It's a little over a thousand miles from here to LA. We can probably make it in a day and a half, if we take turns driving." Brenda shook her head. "I don't drive. I never learned." I nodded my head. "I see. I can only drive about 400 to 500 miles a day, then I'm beat. Might take us two days."

The window was rolled down half way, her thick auburn hair was blowing in the wind. "You can roll the window up if you like. I keep mine rolled down because I like the fresh air." She rolled it up, about an inch from the top.

I leaned back in the seat. "It's going to be a long drive. Maybe we should get to know one another. Conversation keeps me from awake." She smiled. "Yes. My name is Brenda Miller. I was living with my older sister and her husband. "Why did you leave?" "It was her husband. He fancied me more than he did her."

I smiled back at her. "My name is Claire Dixon. So, why Los Angles?" She smiled. "I used to live there. I met my husband there, and we were married there."

I was somewhat puzzled. "May be none of my business, but how come you and your husband aren't traveling together?" Brenda settled back in the seat and turned toward me. "I worked in the defense plant, during the war. Making airplanes. Us girls always went to the local USO club on Sundays. I loved to dance, it was so much fun. I met my husband, Frank there one Sunday evening."

Brenda turned back to stare out the windshield. "I fell in love with him almost immediately. He was a handsome man, all dressed in his uniform. He was in the Air force. We got married three weeks later. April 6, 1944. Two days after that, he shipped out with his squadron. Six months later, there was a knock on my door." Brenda burst into tears, she pulled her dress up to her face to hide her loud sobbing.

I reached over and rubbed her shoulder. "Sorry, I didn't see that coming." I put my hand back on the wheel. "Let's go on to my exciting life. "I'm a chemistry professor at UCLA. I did some work in the Nevada desert, during the war. After the war, I was offered a teaching job at UCLA."

Brenda looked at me. "Then you're one of those geniuses that worked on the bomb?" I busted out laughing. "No, not a genius. In fact, I would trade my brain for your looks." She wiped her tears and chuckled. "There's nothing wrong with your looks. I think women become more attractive when they get older."

I looked back at her. "I'm 43 and getting older by the minute." "I'm 28. I married Frank when I was 25, he was 29." I nodded. "So, you're going back to relive old memories?"

She nodded once. "I suppose. I had great times there. I was married there. I still have some friends I worked with in the defense plant." I couldn't help notice how beautiful her legs look in those nylons. "Take your mind off that. Let's talk about something else."

She folded her arms and looked at me. "I would like to stop and get something to eat. I bought my bus ticket yesterday, instead of a meal. I haven't eaten since then." I looked at her. "My, God! You must be starved by now." "A little, but I've been hungry before."

Not far down the road, I saw a half dozen trucks pulled into a station and cafe. "Why are we stopping?" "Because we're going to eat. One thing you learn from traveling the highways, always eat where the truckers eat."

I bought her a hot turkey sandwich, with mashed potatoes, vegetables and a large coke. Brenda downed that meal like a lumber jack. "That was so good, but you don't have to pay for me, I have money. I cashed my bus ticket in." I chuckled. "It was worth every penny just to watch you eat it."

She giggled and turned away. "I'm sorry, I suppose I looked like a pig when I ate." I paid the bill, and we got back on the road to Los Angles. Brenda laid back in the seat. We drove for a long time in silence before Brenda spoke. "Why do you look at me all the time?"

I smiled at her. "Because I can't believe how beautiful you are." She laughed and stared out the window. I thought, maybe now should be the time. "I need to confess something to you, Brenda. I'm not like other women and I never will be." She looked back at me with raised eyebrows. "Sorry, I don't know what your mean." "The best way is the direct way. I'm a lesbian. I prefer women instead of men."

Brenda turned to stare out the window again. "Oh, I see." I pulled the car over on the side of the road and turned it off. "Look! I don't want you to think I picked you up and offered you a ride to Los Angles because I wanted to make love to you. That is not true!"

Brenda pulled her dress down. "I've never met, or known a lesbian before. My mother used to say, Mrs. Hasting at the local library was a lesbian. She wouldn't let me check out books unless She was with me."

I put my hand over my mouth, I couldn't help but laugh. "What made you afraid of Mrs. Hasting the most?" "I was not afraid of Mrs. Hasting, my mother was afraid of her." "If you don't want to travel with me, I'll understand. I can drop you at a bus station in the next town."

Brenda looked at me and shook her head. "No. I like traveling with you. Besides, you're a professor." I pulled back onto the road. "You can say you've met a lesbian professor." Brenda laughed and folded her arms.

Brenda turned toward me. "How do lesbians make love?" I laughed out loud. "Wish I had a nickle for every time someone asked me that. Haven't you ever masturbated?" "Yes, of course. I suppose every woman has at some time."

I chuckled. "Well, it's kind of like that, except you're not alone. Hopefully, you're with someone that loves you and makes you feel special. Nature takes over from there. If your lover is any good, you'll experience stars exploding in your heat all at once."

Brenda stared out the windshield again. "The last time I had sex with anyone, was with my husband. That was three years ago. I have pleasured myself at times. I want to try something new. I want to be with someone." I smiled at her. "I'm not apposed to that, if that's what you want."

Brenda turned back. "When we stop at a motel tonight. Will you show me?" "By the time we stop, I'll have been awake for 15 hours. So, don't expect me to be Wonder Woman." "I don't care. I just want to be with someone."

I passed a sign on the road, it said "El Ray Motor Court 5 miles ahead". I slowed down and pulled up to the office. The clerk turned the book for me to sign. "How many for the night?" "There's two of us, one bed." "That'll be $6.00 a night for two."

I opened the door, flipped the switch on. One table lamp lit up next to the bed. I looked at Brenda. "Would you like to take a shower first?" "Yes, maybe a quick one."

The hot water felt so good on my tried body. I wanted to stay in there all night. I dried myself and walked into the room. Brenda was already laying on the bed, naked. I stopped to take in her beauty. I tried to imagine what her husband, Frank thought, when he first saw her naked.

She looked over at me. "Is this how you want me to lay?" I smiled at her. "No. Roll over on your right side." I climbed in behind her and cuddled up close, wrapping my arms around her. Her delicate body felt so soft and warm.

She wiggled her butt up close. "That feels so great. I haven't cuddled with anyone for so long. I forgot how great it feels." I tapped her on the shoulder. "Lesbians call this the spoon, or spooning. We fit together, like two spoons. I think it's comfortable and relaxing, especially for a first time."

I put my hand on her boobs. "You have small nipples, but they're very soft. I'm going to pull them and twist them. Just enjoy the feeling." I leaned over, held her head and began kissing her soft red lips. I moved to kissing the back of her neck, then her shoulders and her arms."

I noticed her breathing increase. "Ohhhhh, that feels so great. You give me goose-bumps." "I'm going to give you more than that in a few minutes." I moved my hands over her hips and rubbed her naked butt.

She giggled. "That tingles." I slid my hand along her inner thigh, until I reached her hairy pussy. Her pubic hair was like silk. I slid my fingers inside to feel her heat, and find her magic button. "Lean back against me. I want to kiss your nipples."

If she had waited three years to be with someone, then I guessed she was ripe. I wrapped my left leg over her left leg, holding it from closing. It had been a long time since I licked a pussy. Especially one that was attached to a woman like Brenda.

My finger was gently flicking her button, just enough to keep her on edge, but not give her and orgasm. I left that job to my tongue and lips. She began to squeal and moan. Her breathing was much faster now, suddenly, her fingers dug into my legs and her body jolted. I put my hand over her mouth to stifle her cries.

I didn't stop because I knew she had a few more orgasms left in that beautiful body. After all, it had been three years. She kept mumbling as I held my hand over her mouth. I decided to keep her quiet by kissing her as much as I could. My fingers delivered her last orgasm.

I rolled her over and let her head rest on my breasts. I had already cum by my own hand, and I was feeling very relaxed. She went sound to sleep on me. I rolled her over on her right side, took the spoon position and went to sleep with her.

Next morning, I went to pee, Brenda was in the shower humming the song "Always" When I flushed, she pulled back the shower curtain. "Come in here with me." I pulled the curtain closed. Brenda put her hands on my shoulder. "I never felt anything like that in my whole life. You made me go insane."

I laughed, as I lathered up with the soap. "I'm happy you enjoyed yourself. Now, we have to get dressed, get some breakfast and hit the road. We have to be in LA tonight."

We cruised into LA around ten-thirty that night. Brenda pointed. "You can drop me off by any hotel. I truly loved traveling with you. I would do it all over again." I stopped the car by the curb.

I took her by the hand. "I must have driven you insane. Do you think I'm going to leave you on the streets of LA, at ten-thirty at night? I'm taking you home with me. I have a spare bedroom you can use." Brenda smiled. "I would like that, but I don't want to make love again, right now."

We spent the next few days together, but Brenda never gave indication she wanted to continue our lesbian affair. I came home one evening and Brenda was packed, sitting on the sofa, waiting for a taxi. I stared at her. "You're leaving?" "Yes, I got in touch with Mavis, a friend I once worked with"

I smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "You know if it doesn't work out, you can always come here. Even if I'm with someone, I won't mind."

Brenda began to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes. "I do love you, Claire and I love what we experienced. It will always be special. I can't live with a woman like living with a man. If that makes sense to you? Mavis has a brother she wants me to meet."

Brenda pulled a picture of me, from her purse. "I hope you'll let me keep this. When I'm and old woman, in a nursing home somewhere. You'll still be the fondest memory I'll have in my life." The taxi came and took her out of my life forever.

END.