A story of lesbian sex between an older woman and a much younger one. If you've read other stories that I've written you'll be aware that the older woman is not the teacher, that part falls to the younger woman Madeline. She seems to have unlimited talent when I comes to taking a sexually repressed woman and teaching her the ways of the lesbian world.
The story is entitled Waiting at the Station and its author is Erica Milligan. My e-mail address is Erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au and I'd be pleased to hear any criticisms or ideas for other stories.
I hope you enjoy reading it.
The station is fairly crowded waiting for the next train to arrive. I'm waiting for Madeline, my girl friend, we haven't seen each other for ages and as I wait I'm nervously picking at imaginary bits of fluff on my dress hoping that I look really nice for her. It's crazy really, here am I a thirty something year old divorced mother waiting for my teenage lover and feeling very anxious about it. When I say waiting for my lover and anxious about it readers must be wondering what I'm carrying on about but first you have to know how things stand between Madeline and I.
Madeline is the dominant person in our relationship and frankly that's how I like it. Not that Madeline would care if I didn't, time and time again she's shown me that when it comes to lesbian love she's the leader and I'm her submissive partner. So now you know what the situation is and perhaps you now realise why I'm so nervous.
At last the train pulls into the station and there's the usual rush of passengers who must be rushing to other forms of transport and then there are those just wandering along the platform without a care in the world. Nervously I'm checking the neckline of my dress and smoothing the skirt across my bottom when along the platform comes this vision. She looks absolutely beautiful in a white lace blouse and silver grey skirt, which I'd recognised immediately because I'd bought them for her on one of our previous meetings.
With her jet black hair, dark eyes and olive skin she looks so wonderful and it takes me all my time to prevent myself from jumping over the barrier and rushing up to her. She spots me waving to her and as though someone has called out to her she's turned around and taken a few paces in the opposite direction. As she walks those few paces she smooths her hand over her bottom and I'm sure that she's done it especially for me to see. I couldn't see any other reason for her to turn around so I guess the little act was for my benefit. Goodness, she's got a lovely arse. Those few steps were sufficient for me to drool over the shape of her backside and when she turns back to face toward me her long stride pulls the skirt tight across her thighs. Wow, what a view, her legs are long and muscular and her thighs are strong enough, as someone once told me, to crack coconuts between them. I've complimented her on her gorgeous bottom and legs on numerous occasions before so I'm guessing that she's teasing me.
This girl doesn't rush for anyone and carelessly ambles along the platform making me wait for her. One thing though is that I have plenty of time to examine her, that walk is full of arrogance and seems to say I'm hot and you can have a look but don't you dare touch me until I give you permission. As she reaches the barrier and hands her ticket to the attendant she gives me one of her glorious smiles and I think the attendant thought it was for him and he lit up like a Christmas tree.
She came through the barrier with all the confidence of a rock star or film actress and waited just outside the barrier for me to go to her. Yes, I know you all think she's an arrogant bitch and I should probably agree with you but that's not my style and besides which I'm just so happy to see her. The kiss that I was expecting didn't eventuate, I got just the tiniest little peck on the cheek and taking my hand, at the same time giving me her bag to pull along, she led me to a little restaurant. Once settled in a corner seat she called the waitress across and ordered our coffee. I wouldn't have dared to call the waitress across like that but Madeline isn't me. I have to say that her imperious behaviour gets instantaneous service and our coffee was on the table in a flash.
As she drank from the cup she looked at me over the rim smiling that damned teasing smile of hers again. One day I promise myself I'll just ignore her and let her stew in her own juice but I know that I wouldn't do that, every time we've had a break up it's been me that's gone crawling back. Obviously then I keep myself in check so as not to disturb her equilibrium or calm or whatever you'd like to call it. Finishing her coffee she stood and started to walk out of the little restaurant leaving me to take her roll along bag behind me.
My car was parked quite close to the station entrance and as soon as she saw it she walked across to it and waited until I arrived an unlocked the door for her. Once she'd mounted, it's a four-wheel drive (north American SUV) so she had to pull her skirt up to reach the step, she settled herself in while I put her bag in the back. Of course, every damn man around, and I suspect a number of women too, took a long, long, look at those legs of hers especially as the skirt neared the top of the thigh. Poor me, I was too busy putting her bag away to have seen what went on. But, when I sat in the car she reached across and, despite the watchers, kissed me as though we were alone on a desert island.
I drove home in a state of complete exhilaration, that kiss had kindled my fires so I wanted to get her inside my home so that, hopefully, she could really get down to business. I'd noticed that during the ride home she'd been peeking at my breasts and as we got down from the car she said that I still had the nicest little `tits" she'd ever seen. I'd remonstrated with her before about using coarse language but she said "I'll remonstrate with you when you're excited and asking me to "fuck you". What more could I say, she'd trumped my hand right from the start.
I went to take the bag out of the car and she'd said don't bother we're not staying. She'd told me that she'd won two nights accommodation at one of the very best hotels in town. That didn't worry me except for my kids. But, she just dropped a note she'd already typed on the side table and reaching for my bag she'd led me back outside saying you can ring the kids from the hotel room. What more could I say, I wanted her so badly that I was prepared to drop everything just to be with her even if only for a short while.
Arriving at the hotel she let the concierge, or whatever he's called, take both of our bags up to the pre booked room. Wow, I'd never stayed in anywhere so luxurious before, it was enormous with a full sitting room, a bedroom and a bathroom big enough to hold a football match in. I thought that now we were in the room she would pounce on me but I was mistaken. She unpacked her little bag letting me see the things she'd brought and amongst them were lots of little lacy things that I hope she'd let me see her in. But having unpacked her clothes, I'm sure that it was only to torment me, she proceeded to strip. Let me I'd said but she'd pushed me back in the chair while she slowly unfastened her blouse. Pulling it open she'd stood in front of a mirror where I could see her reflection and she could watch my face. As her lacy bra came into view she must have seen that I was already licking my lips and whilst waiting a few seconds she unclipped that wonderful little clip that held the cups together and opened her bra. Excuse me for saying it but I think I must have said "oh fuck" because she remonstrated with me for using that kind of language. Now her breasts were on view but not in their natural state, all I could see was her reflection but shortly she pulled both the blouse and the bra wide open and turning let me see her lovely breasts surmounted with erect nipples. They're a little darker than mine with her having olive skin but they are so beautiful to see.
None of you would have been able to resist as I couldn't, but she moved away from the mirror and throwing her discarded clothes on the bed she walked to the toilet and I heard her peeing in the bowl. After washing her hands she returned to the main room unashamedly walking round the room with her bare breasts tempting me to grab them and squeeze them. Shortly she stood in front of the mirror again this time to remove her skirt but in accordance with her previous actions she stood facing the mirror while she unclipped the fastener on the back and leaning forward she'd lowered it to the floor but gently so that as she reached the floor with her fingers her bottom was staring me in the face. This beautiful feminine bottom that I'd admired for so long was showing me its wonderful curves. But, it was still covered by her panties. So, first the breasts and now the bottom, how much more of this was I supposed to endure?
Once again she took off around the room showing me her bare breasts and her wonderful panties clad bottom. The bottom moved as she walked, perhaps I should say undulated rather than walked, but whatever I called it I could feel my temperature rising. I found myself swivelling around so I could follow her but once again she went back to the mirror but as though she'd changed her mind she came over to where I was sat and taking my hands in hers she laid them on her breasts while she kissed me with her soft lips. Before I got to accustomed to the feel of them or before, perhaps, she got to like me holding them she pushed my hands away and stared long and hard at me as though I'd done something wrong.
She was still wearing her panties but now she turned again to face the mirror and caressing her breasts and pulling her nipples so I could see her in the mirror again she gave me that devastating smile and then with a flourish she bent down to remove her panties. Most women don't put on such a performance just to remove their panties but I guess that was part of the show as she eased them over her hips before leaning her body at a slight angle, which showed me her bottom cleavage. Just a little further and her buttocks, those beautiful round globes, were visible to me completely naked. She must have heard me make some kind of a sound although I was completely unaware of it but she looked back over her shoulder to make sure I was watching. Unfortunately she caught me with my hand on my pussy and that was a clear admission to her that I was sexually supercharged. Her panties continued their slow progress to the floor and with her high heel shoes on her feet the picture of her leaning down so her fingers touched the floor made me want to pounce on her.
Eventually she'd removed her panties and turning with a smile on her face she beckoned me to her and as I approached her she pointed to the floor, which I took to be an order or instruction to kneel in front of her. I did so and she pointed to her recently removed panties and invited me to smell the crotch. In my weakened state the opportunity to breath in her delicious aromas was much too much for me and I almost salivated as I did so. As I knelt there she took my head in my hands and pulling me towards her she told me that her pussy was mine to taste.
I laid my lips on her pussy lips as gently as I could, perhaps best described as butterfly kisses. I moved my lips from top to bottom and back again as my fingers reached around her pulling her buttocks apart so I could get them closer to her anus. But, more importantly was her pussy. Holding her bottom was more or less just a method of holding her closer to me as my lips, my hungry lips traversed her pussy again but this time leaving a slight smear of my oral juices on her. Again my lips, now wet with my saliva, moved slowly along her pussy lips covering them with those little kisses until I reached the top when I moved my tongue inside her, not far inside her, just far enough for her to realise that I had entered her.
Thinking that I had her where I wanted her, that was under my control, I was shocked back to reality when she said make me cum" bitch. Her hips were now thrusting slowly against my mouth and the sheer pleasure of thinking that at long last I was going to taste her cum" was exhilarating. I couldn't hear any of the sounds that I make when I'm in the same position, I'm so noisy when I'm aroused, I would be the world's greatest moaner and groaner. Not so Madeline, she was quite composed still thrusting her pussy against my mouth and reaching around to hold my hand against her anus and eventually pushing it inside her. She must have found that uncomfortable because she pulled it out and bringing it around to the front she put it in my mouth for a few seconds purely to moisten it and then back it went and with her guidance it entered that aperture too.
Now, here we were with her pussy against my mouth with little drops of her juices running into my mouth and one of my fingers firmly entered in her bottom. The only thing wrong for her was that as she moved her pussy more firmly against my mouth her anus lost some of my finger and it needed me to adjust my movements so that both apertures received the maximum "thrust" at the same time.
As her actions built up speed it was obvious that she was about to "cum" but whereas I would have been so excited and moaning with joy she was so calm and when she filled my mouth with her wonderful juices she told me to clean her up and then stand up. You have no idea how disappointed I was to think that my super efforts had only resulted in this ending when I would have expected her to almost collapse on the floor.
She'd moved to the bathroom again and I heard her pee and then wash her hands. I felt as though I could cry I was so disappointed. When she came back into the room she moved me toward the bed and telling me to climb up on it and when I climbed on it and my bottom was exposed to her she gave it a lovely kiss and ordered me to just stay where I was. Her tongue found it's way to my panty covered bottom and pressing against the silk she moved her tongue with a circular motion against my pussy. As I said before when I'm aroused I tend to make noises and I guess I was muttering to her as she performed her routine on me. I'm a woman who's fairly quick to orgasm and if she'd concentrated on my pussy I would have given her what she presumably wanted, a mouth full of `cum".
She played with me for what seemed like ages, just circling my anus until perhaps thinking it was time to stop tormenting me she pushed me down flat on the bed and made me roll over. That action had me overjoyed as the skirt of my dress had ridden up and now my entire groin was directly in front of her. She blew on my crotch as though it was on fire and temperature wise it was, no flames but just incredible heat. Without doing anything further to me she climbed up until she was in a position to kiss me and as she kissed me her hand was gliding over my breast, the furthest one from her so that she was partially lay on me with her right knee between my legs and only separated from my pussy by my little soaking wet panties.
Her knee was moving slowly across me and whilst it wouldn't, or so I thought, bring me to orgasm it certainly caused incredible sensations in or on my clit so that I moved my hips so as to lift my clit nearer to her mouth at which time she moved her knee and replaced it with her fingers. She has incredibly sensitive fingers, it appears to me that she should have been a concert pianist, the way her fingers moved across my clit and my pussy lips was almost as though she was playing a famous concerto in a world renowned concert hall.
What ever she did brought music to my ears and as I approached my orgasm it was as though her playing was or would bring the audience to its feet such was the feeling as I reached my crescendo. Eventually, of course, the music reached its peak and thrusting my hips in the air I cried out "oh fuck me again". I fully expected her to stand and curtsey to an audience such was the ringing in my ears as my blood coursed through my veins but eventually the roaring started to ease and I was able to lower my bottom to the mattress.
Without any respite she turned me over onto my stomach and pushing my head down she wriggled under me until I was resting on my forearms with my forehead on the mattress and her shoulders under my thighs so that my forehead and forearms were the only point of contact or support. In this position I was completely incapable of resisting and her mouth "latched" on to my pussy again like a limpet or should I say as I imagined a limpet would attach itself. The position I was in made it impracticable for me to resist and she licked and sucked making the most vulgar noises and frankly it was hurting but I have to confess it hurt in the most exciting way. She was licking, sucking and poking with her fingers only to pull them out as I cried out for her to give me more and when I stopped she rammed them in me again. She was horrible, she was fantastic, I was disgusted, I was distraught but overall I was completely dominated by her. No woman could hold out with an assault like that so eventually I gave her what she wanted, a complete face full of "cum".
The whole episode had exhausted her too and she pulled herself out from under me letting me fall flat on my belly and chest completely flattening my tits. If you've ever been assaulted by another woman like that you'll guess how I felt, I was exhausted, I was embarrassed with my acquiescence, not having made one protest about her cruelty but above all I was so replete, the very best one she'd ever given me. I was having trouble breathing but so was she, I could hear her breath rasping in her throat but when I realised what she was really doing was to clear her mouth of the absolutely "too much cum" that had totally filled her mouth. There were sort of gurgling noises coming from her and by now I was on my way to recovery and seeing the look on her face, a little distressed I have to say, I got an enormous amount of pleasure in knowing or realising that I'd filled her to more than her normal capacity. In other words she was "f...".
This was an enormous thrill for me to have filled her to overflowing so much so that even five minutes after I'd filled her she was still sat there on the edge of the bed spluttering and groaning. This, as you could imagine, was an opportunity too good to miss so as she spluttered I went down on her pussy and without realising how close she was to giving me a "waterfall" with only a couple of licks she had her revenge on me and soaked my face. So here we were, one older woman who thought she knew a thing or two and a much younger woman who really did know what it was all about. This battle seemed to have come out equal and both of us were now spluttering and trying to clear our mouths and throats. What a start to our few days that we were about to share.
Thinking back after those few days together I can now realise why there was so little really exciting sex, particularly of that kind, we'd had some wonderful and highly desirable sex but nothing to compare with that. As it happened we did turn back to our usual routine which meant that Madeline took me as and when she wanted me. It made my heart pound every time she touched me. Frankly, it was a good job that we only had a few days together as I don't think I could have satisfied her that same way so soon. Certainly I managed to fill her mouth every time she took me but never to the extent that I filled her and made her splutter and cough with the sheer volume I expected her to drink.
As we parted Madeline had said that she'd been surprised at my aggression. Normally she led the way and showed me the direction in which we should move. So, it had been as much of a surprise to me as it was to her. I don't think she was disappointed with my efforts, I think that my efforts had more than satisfied and I wonder if, when we meet again, she'll let me take the lead. However, I think she's let me have my moment of glory and in all probability it's the one and only time it will happen.