This is a work of fiction, I hope you like it, please feel free to give me feedback
I work at a cosmetic counter in the mall, a perfume and makeup pimp if you will. Of course my products are the best and have the maximum benefit of what ever you are seeking. Some days are bland, some days are fun but the only thing that keeps me in the job is the contact with other women. I adore women, the sexier the better. Now I see my share of women I would not be attracted to but from time to time a very elegant woman of class and breading will cross my counter and make the day or sometimes the week worth while. The only flaw in my job is to make the transition from salesgirl to lesbian with out losing my job by pissing off the wrong customer. Chemistry is a very thin line, you both have to posses it or it is a waste of time. To make the assumption that this is your ms right is a fatal mistake, she has to make the first move and you have to be sure the inference is correct or you are on shaky ground that you may not recover from. To give you some background, I am a newly converted Lesbian; I was bi sexual but now realize the male sex will never be to my ultimate taste. I guess it is because they never are tender enough and never seem to get my needs but mostly because the female anatomy is so sexy and soft and so much more natural to my licking I mean liking. (Blush) think the softness the touch and the overall feminine features are just so superb to the male body and identity. So recently I joined the lesbian team and am not gloating or remorseful, I am sure I am at home. The problem now is finding the perfect partner. I still see myself as half of a relationship, maybe because I was raised as a traditionalist but mostly because I think I am a good mate and would like to find a like minded person. I don't really like the dating scene and especially since my scene is now narrowed to lesbian bars and on line sites. I am ready to settle in if I find the right person. This makes working at the cosmetic counter so much more difficult, because I see every attractive woman as a potential mate and as a ticket to unemployment if I miss judge them. You have no doubt surmised by now that my type is a lipstick lesbian if we have to label each other. I think although the men have made us wear and aspire to some ridiculous things over the years, that there is nothing sexier than a woman made up to the nines (nothing gaudy) wearing high heals, lipstick, nice nails and a sexy dress that shows off her femininity. My mind spirals and my heart speeds up and I fall in a state of helplessness when a gorgeous woman also has a scent that suits her and leans in close to get an eyeliner applied or a dab or lipstick from my professional hands. I have to say some days I would like to just reach over and kiss their soft lips and go ahead and get fired. Mind you there are plenty of frogs out there but the true princesses make me weak in the knees. Michelle came in and introduced herself and asked me to show her all the new products. She was classy but not over the top. Her cashmere sweater showed her ample bosom with out advertising it. Her makeup was wonderful not too much, not too little she had movie star quality with a homespun touch. When she extended her hand to introduce herself, I felt a tingle of sexuality. I of course ignored this and continued to service her needs. We went through he line of lipsticks, eye shadows mascaras and foundations, each time I tried them on her, leaning low to show off my best feature. I noticed her a couple times checking out my ample cleavage. I in turn was eyeballing hers breast as I leaned over and finding myself quite smitten. We were now into the better part of an hour session and she had yet to purchase anything. It was like a game of tennis, her turn, my turn her turn and we never seemed to win from either side. At one point I put an eyeliner on her and it looked so stunning I let my hand rest on top of hers Once I realized, I withdrew it and commented on how struck I was by the color and accent to her eyes. She was so cool, she then placed her had on top of mine and said don't worry I understand. I was not sure if this was an advance or not but was relieved my forwardness was not ill received. Suddenly I thought of a scent to suit her and asked if I could go get it. She smiled the sexiest smile I have ever seen and nodded with delight. Ferrari, the Italian sports car company had just come out with a line of fragrances and I told her I thought one would suit her. She gleamed in anticipation. I returned and sprayed a bit on her wrist and unlike myself I brought her wrist to my nose and sniffed, closing my eyes and nodding approval. I heard her take a sharp breath in and perhaps moan slightly. She took the scent to her nose and smiled in approval seriously she asked, do you think it is me and stuck her wrist back under my nose. I took another blind sniff and almost moaned myself it smelled so good with her body . She looked to me for approval and I had to push the issue, "Let's try it on your neck. I sprit zed her and leaned in and my nose caressed her neck. I was swooning but managed to say, "oh my, that is you, that will attract any man." She stared at my eyes; her blue crystal eyeballs locked on mine, "How about women?" She asked her words soft and direct. I looked directly into her enchanting eyes and said, "I am sold, you smell magnificent!" I hoped there was a modicum of decorum in my words, because I was out of control. I felt myself moisten down below and my desire for her was now at a peak level. She asked me if she could try it on me? I was taken aback, but could only nod in agreement. She took the mister and sprayed both sides of my neck and then leaned in and slowly sniffed one side then the other. Lingering too long for acceptable societal customs. I was having a hard time maintaining my balance. I nearly went weak in the knees. Our eyes met and now I knew beyond a doubt that we had a connection, I looked deep into her eyes and she returned an answer, no words were needed. We were going to go home together and follow our desires. I took her order and in the process of writing her up, we made arrangements for dinner. I would meet her at a nearby restaurant and we would dine. Our dinner was delightful; our romance was in full bloom. Under the table cloth she stroked my leg, then my inner thigh. I was in heaven. She was very
obvious about her intentions and I was fine with that. Her jet black hair against her creamy complexion was a sight to see. I was half in a trance by the end of dinner. She had my heart racing and I could only think of one thing, my body against hers. I had taken notice of her breast many times during dinner trying not to gape or seem obvious but still enthralled. I had noticed her tight body as we walked from the cars and went into a fantasy about how nice her skin would feel against mine. Now after our foreplay I had little doubt that I would find out. After paying the check she walked me to the parking lot. "Let's go to my house, she said taking the lead. I was relieved that she was in charge. I wanted so badly to kiss her but this is a conservative town and I just smiled and waited until we got to her place. I followed closely as to not loose her in traffic but deep inside knew she would keep me in her rearview mirror. Several miles later we entered a coltersack and stopped in front of a two story suburban home. She got out, clicked on her door locks and beaconed me toward the door. I played the roll of a casual friend and followed her inside. Then we had our first kiss, her lips soft so urgent, mine following her lead. Her tongue met mine and we French kissed for a few minutes. My hands explored her body and I was rewarded with the hard firm body I had believed would be under those cloths. She in turn was all over my breast and casually explored my thighs. We kissed and caressed our way upstairs, depositing articles of clothing as we went. Her house was very nice I assume, as I never opened my eyes enough to look around, my only focus was Michelle. Michelle my belle, the Beatles song was echoing in my brain. Once in the bedroom, we eventually kissed our way onto the queen size bed and began to get serious about each others needs. I caressed her breast and she moaned, she let her hand trace its way up between my legs and I moaned. Our bodied touched, intertwined and I found myself needing to taste my new love. I began to work my way toward her love zone, kissing and licking here and there and she obliged by letting me slowly approach her love. Her eyes were closed but her moans told me I was on track, she was in my hands and I would soon have her love in my lips and mouth. She still felt my breast and nibbled at my nipples as I forged on. I was so aroused, I can't describe it. My tongue finally found her love and she opened to me allowing me to taste her womanhood and satisfy my base desire, to feel her buck under my treatment. To my surprise she had an orgasm right away, I must have not sensed how turned on she was, because I was so far gone myself. Her hands took my head and held it firmly in place as my tongue worked its magic on her clit. She bucked and moaned and pulled me tight to her, nearly asking me to come inside her with my mouth. I was rewarded with a taste of her feminine juices that nearly overwhelmed me. She was a delicious to taste as she was to look at. I think I came as well, but I was so wet, who could really tell. We cuddled for a bit, kissing gently and caressing each other and she asked me if she could get personal? I smiled to myself and thought what could be more personal than what we had just shared? Her face turned a bit red and she looked me in the eyes and asked if I had ever tribed? My expression must have given me away, because she smiled and kissed me. She went on to explain that it was a way of making woman to woman love that she found particularly enjoyable. Being a novice, I cuddled and asked her
to tell me about it. She explained that there was a way to go love to love that was quite exciting but she asked me if I wanted to truly enjoy the experience. I of course nodded in agreement. "Well she said, I notice you are trimmed but not shaven, I can promise you that if I shave you the experience will ring your chimes. I thought to myself that I could not possibly enjoy her more than I did now, but decided to turn myself over to her. We went in the kitchen and poured a couple glasses of wine and then went into the bathroom, arm in arm, kissing as we went. She got me settled on the toilet seat and she sat on the bathtub rim and covered my privates with shaving cream. Slowely and carefully she shaved me dsown below, in the process moving my love oparts around and getting me even more aroused. She took her time and we kissed sometimes and giggled but eventually she finished and took baby lotion and rubbed my new haircut, to prevent irritation. Her finger touching me nearly set of an internal explosion. She finished with the baby lotion and pulled out a tube of ky jelly. She took a generous amount and anointed my love parts and then did the same to
herself. "Come on "She took my hands and led me back to bed. I was on my back and she took one leg and lifted it into the air as she slid her love against mine, using my leg to steer our two vaginas together. When our love parts met, the feeling was magnificent, I felt my eyes roll back in my head, she continued to move her pelvis to make us rub together and I suddenly found myself out of my mind from the friction and motion. We continued to explore each others love with our body movements until, I found a position that had my clitoris against hers and found myself suddenly having an orgasm of titanic proportions. She came almost at once as well. We still rubbed for a few moments then fell into each others arms. We kissed tenderly and cooed for awhile and fell asleep. Before I dozed off I saked her "What was that called again" She whispered "Tribiing"