Lesbian Erotica, Volume 2 Page 5

  Hannah still had her doubts but she watched her undress, marvelling at the way she had no qualms about getting naked in front of a complete stranger. Off came her dress, slipped smoothly over her head, followed by her slip, stockings and bra. Now she stood in just her panties, leaning over the bath to swirl the water, her breasts hanging inches from the rim, her nipples dark against the porcelain white.

  “Care to join me?” She asked when the water and foam were to her satisfaction. “Come on, don’t be shy. I’ve seen it all before.”

  Not mine you haven’t, Hannah thought and her hands fluttered to her throat. “I’m sorry,” she reiterated, “I’m still not sure we should be doing this.”

  “We already are babe. Look. If you really don’t want to join me, fine, but stay, okay. Sit on the loo and talk to me at least.”

  Hannah sat and Karen, pulling down her panties and flinging them onto a chair to join the rest of her clothes, stepped into the bath and slid under the bubbles. She had, Hannah had to admit, a very nice body. Her breasts were firm, her body toned and her hair, neatly piled up on top her head was clearly naturally blonde. She was almost tempted to join her. Almost.

  “Tell me about yourself.” Karen said, closing her eyes and sinking lower down until nothing could be seen but her head. “What do you do?”

  “Receptionist,” Hannah said, glancing around the room so she didn’t have to look at the naked woman languishing in the bath. “You?”

  “PA to a prick of a director. Thinks God laid down the earth specifically for him to walk on, when he’s not walking all over me that is.”

  Hannah laughed. “Not the best job you’ve ever had then.”

  “Does it show?”

  “Maybe just a little. Why do you stay if it’s so awful.”

  “Because I’m fucking his son.”

  “Right.” What else was there to say?

  The conversation dried. Hannah got up and examined the remaining lotions and bottles whilst Karen, totally at ease in the hotel’s bath, rubbed sparkling bubbles into her skin and told Hannah she was really missing out.

  “You know what?” Hannah suddenly declared, thumping down a bottle of shampoo. “You’re right! Stuff it! You only live once. Shove over I’m coming in!”

  Raising herself up, and with water and foam sliding over her chest as she scooted up to give Hannah enough room to climb in at the opposite end, Karen congratulated her on a very wise decision and made no effort to cover herself when her breasts suddenly became free of their soapy cover.

  Fortunately for Hannah, the taps were placed in the middle of the bath against the wall so neither of them had to suffer cold and hot metal pressing against their backs and it wasn’t long before Hannah was naked and stepping gingerly into the warm water.

  “Nice, isn’t it?” Karen said once Hannah had got herself settled. “Glad you changed your mind?”

  Sighing, Hannah closed her eyes and smiled dreamily. “It’s very nice.”

  “Give me your foot.”

  “Huh?”

  “Your foot? I’m brilliant at massage.”

  Offering her right foot, Hannah giggled as Karen took hold of it and began squeezing her toes.

  “Ticklish?” Karen asked.

  “Just a little, but don’t stop, it’s nice.”

  “Want to feel something even nicer?” Karen smiled and guiding Hannah’s foot back down into the bubbles, Hannah felt her toes brush against warm, soft skin that could only be Karen’s thighs.

  Surprised, she tried to pull her foot away then tugged when Karen didn’t let go. “What are you doing?” She cried, tugging harder when Karen refused to relinquish her foot. “Let go of me!”

  Karen held fast. “Relax.” She soothed. “I’m not going to hurt you for Heaven’s sake. Let me try something on you and if you really hate it, I will let go, get out of this bath and you’ll never see me again. Fair?”

  Hannah nodded. She wasn’t sure about any of this and she was beginning to rue ever getting into the bath at all. But unless she really wanted to fight Karen and risk water going everywhere she would have to go with it, at least for the moment.

  Her foot brushed against softness, guided by Karen’s hand. Further up it went, forcing Hannah to shuffle forwards a little or else lose her balance. Her toes brushed against something crinkly and with a gasp she realised it was Karen’s pubic hair. Again, her foot brushed over it and she stared at the water as if the bubbles would suddenly burst and disperse and she would have visual confirmation of what was happening.

  Her foot slid down still further and then seemed to sink into something soft and warm.

  I’m touching her pussy, Hannah thought. Bloody hell! She’s got my toes buried in her pussy!

  But she didn’t pull away and even though some distant part of her sanity was telling her to yank back her foot, get out, grab her clothes and get the hell away from this mad woman, she didn’t want it to stop because it felt amazing and her heart was beating just a little too quickly and she couldn’t drag her eyes away from the creamy layer of foam that was concealing what she now so desperately wanted to see.

  Her toe disappeared. Of course, she didn’t see it, but she felt it, the digit pushing through folds of wet softness until it disappeared into somewhere altogether warmer and tighter and totally wonderful as Karen sighed deeply and began to move Hannah’s whole foot back and forth, back and forth, screwing herself with Hannah’s toe whilst warm waves of water washed up and down their bodies and foam clung fitfully to both sets of erect nipples.

  “Lovely.” Karen sighed, feeding Hannah’s toe into her cunt one last time before withdrawing it. “Would you like to try?”

  Hannah nodded. In truth, she wasn’t entirely sure what was going on or how she had got here, but now that she was, she was feeling curiously turned on and sexy. Maybe it’s the wine, she thought, spreading her legs and at Karen’s bidding, holding onto the edge of the bath for support. Maybe I’m having some sort of psychotic episode and will wake up sprawled on the floor with everyone dancing around me. Maybe.. oh!

  Karen’s foot brushed her thigh. It was only a tentative touch but it was enough to make her tingle and before she knew what she was doing, she was taking hold of it and guiding it towards her waiting pussy.

  At least I’m wet, she thought as she pressed Karen’s toes against her fluff. At least that won’t be a problem like it is with Pete. He did try in bed but God, he stretched her patience sometimes, mainly because his was so very limited and instead of waiting until she was properly turned on before sticking it in, he would kiss her a few times, suck on her nipples and then go straight for the main prize, irrespective of whether she was wet enough or not.

  Not like now. Now she was amazingly wet and amazingly turned on and even though a little voice inside her head kept on asking what the hell she thought she was doing, she repeatedly thrust it away. She didn’t need to analysis the moment. She was turned on. She wanted a fuck and she was not going to waste the opportunity.

  Licking her lips, she guided Karen’s foot closer to her pussy whilst at the other end of the bath, Karen sighed softly and when Hannah looked up found her fondling her breasts, her nipples hard and erect.

  I wonder what they taste like, Hannah thought, then inwardly smiled. What the hell was she thinking?

  She didn’t know. She had never done this before or anything even remotely like it and so had nothing to compare it with. She wasn’t even gay, or at least, she didn’t think she was. But here she was sitting in a bath with another naked woman, about to feed her toe into her own cunt!

  “It’ll be okay.”

  Karen’s voice startled her. “It’s just sex Hannah,” she said, when Hannah looked up at her. “That’s all. We aren’t about to ride off into the sunset together or start picking out furniture. We’re just having a
bit of fun, that’s all.”

  Hannah frowned. “How did you know that’s what I was thinking?”

  “Your face says it all sweetie, but don’t worry. Let’s just enjoy ourselves. Put my toe to good use girl.”

  Hannah did as she was told. Taking Karen’s foot in both hands, she slowly pressed it against her pussy and felt Karen’s toe push against her clit.

  It felt wonderful and she kept it there for a while, allowing Karen to gently stroke her pussy lips until ripples of desire started to turn her insides molten and her hands started to tremble as cunt wide open, she guided Karen’s toe inside herself and sighed deeply as Karen worked it in and out until she was squirming with pleasure. This, she had to admit, was a totally new experience for her, and not anything she had never done with Pete who only ever wanted to put his cock inside her, and she relished the feel. Of course, it didn’t go in far, it couldn’t, the rest of Karen’s toes were in the way, but it felt glorious and she suddenly had the urge to completely fill her cunt, whether it was with toes or fingers or tongues.

  “I want to fuck.” She breathed harshly as she held Karen’s toe firmly inside her. “This is not enough. I want to feel full! I want to fucking come!”

  “No problem.” Karen smiled, “it will be my pleasure. Release my toe from your gorgeous insides and climb out. Be easier on the floor, unless you feel really adventurous and fancy fucking in that lovely, soft bed.”

  Hannah climbed out of the bath, feeling slippery bubbles course down her naked body as she stepped onto the bath mat and reached for a towel.

  Spreading it out on the floor, she lay down and spread herself, inviting Karen to do whatever the fuck she wanted with her.

  “I like.” Karen smiled, stepping out of the bath herself. “I like that you’re still all lovely and wet.”

  “Dry me off then. What the fuck?!”

  The sound of a key being slid into the hotel room’s door made them both freeze and they stared at each other, the realisation that they were seconds from discovery and from being caught naked and from being the only thing people ever talked about when it came to this particular big day, gluing them in place.

  “Shit!” Karen swore, grabbing a couple of towels. “Get dressed!” And wrapping one of the towels around her dry hair and the other around her body, she hissed “wait here,” and made for the door.

  Getting up, Hannah nodded numbly and reaching for her dress, slipped it on over her head, just as Karen stepped boldly into the bedroom.

  The couple standing just inside were as surprised to see her as Karen pretended she was to see them.

  “Can I help you?” Karen asked in an intimidating posh accent. “Are you meant to be in here?”

  “I..we.. we have a key.”

  “So I see. But I can assure you this room is already taken.”

  “Reception gave it to us.” The woman said, holding up the key so Karen could see it. “We didn’t know.”

  “Clearly not. I don’t imagine you make a habit of barging into other people’s rooms. But really! A hotel of this calibre shouldn’t be making such mistakes. It’s unforgivable.”

  “We’ll go back down.” The woman’s male companion offered. “Sort it out. I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s quite alright.” Karen smiled. “You just gave me a bit of a shock, that’s all. I do hope they can sort you out another room.”

  “Fuck me.” Hannah exclaimed when Karen hurried back into the bathroom, “you’ve got some balls!”

  “I sincerely hope not,” Karen replied, pulling on her clothes, “or we’re not going to have half as much fun as I’d hoped.”

  The corridor was blessedly empty when they crept out, tugging at their dresses and running hands through their hair and as they rushed back downstairs, they could hear faint sounds still coming from the reception leaving Hannah to wonder if Pete had missed her yet?

  “Probably not.” Was Karen’s opinion when she mentioned it. “If he’s anything like mine he won’t notice your absence until he’s either drunk enough to want to slow dance or drunk enough for someone else to want to find you.”

  “So where do we go now? Back to the party?”

  “Depends.”

  “On?”

  “On whether you want to finish what we started.”

  They were downstairs now in the lobby, having met no one on their way down other than a single member of staff, who barely glanced at them as he hurried towards the kitchen. They still kept well away from the hotel’s reception and walking down a short stretch of corridor to their right they soon came to a closed door marked ‘Private, staff only’.

  “End of the line.” Hannah said. “What now?”

  Karen opened the door. “It’s empty.” She said. “Come on.”

  Pulse racing, Hannah followed her. She had never done anything so reckless in her life and felt sad at the truth of the statement. This was hardly reckless! Walking along a staff corridor, but before Karen, she would never have considered such a thing. Private meant just that and even if her destination had been at the end of this passageway, she probably would have walked right round the outside of the building in the pouring rain rather than risk violating the privacy rule. She was such a wimp!

  “How about this?” Karen said, stopping outside a door marked ‘linen’.

  Inside it was cool and dark and smelt of fabric conditioner and holding open the door so she could see, Karen felt for the light switch, flicked it on and then pulled both of them inside.

  On either side, lining the walls, wooden shelves were piled high with folded sheets, pillow cases and duvet covers, whilst down the narrow strip of flooring in front of them, a red foot stool used for reaching the higher shelves stood next to an empty laundry basket on wheels.

  “Perfect.” Karen said, pulling down a couple of pillow cases and using them to wedge the door. “Now if anyone disturbs us in here I will pretend to be insanely drunk and you are the poor sap trying to convince me to go back to the party. Ok?”

  Hannah nodded. “Sure.”

  Karen pulled her to her, “Floor or standing up?”

  “Standing up.”

  “Good choice,” Karen said and kissed her, her tongue hot in Hannah’s mouth, her hands holding her firmly around the waist before reaching for the hem of her dress and sliding it up until it was bunched around her middle.

  Her knickers followed, slid over stocking clad thighs until they were down at her ankles. Then her hand returned, working its way slowly up her leg until it could cradle Hannah’s pussy.

  “You’re still wet.” Karen whispered, squeezing Hannah’s mound, “How lovely.”

  Hannah spread her legs. “Are you surprised?” She asked. “Fuck me and I want to feel everything. I want to feel your fingers inside me, I want to feel full. I want to know what it’s like to be fucked by another woman.”

  “Like this you mean?” And Karen slid a single finger deep inside Hannah’s cunt.

  Hannah gasped and it suddenly struck her that aside from herself, no other woman had ever touched her there or penetrated the soft velvet of her insides or moved their finger so she was could feel herself being fucked, gently and without haste, the finger wanting to give her pleasure rather than merely trying to stir her juices sufficiently for a cock to be inserted.

  “Ok?” Karen asked and Hannah nodded, looking down at herself being screwed by another woman and finding it deeply erotic.

  “Harder.” She said, “Another finger.”

  Karen slid another inside her and worked them both back and forth. Hannah’s cunt was slippery and warm and her fingers moved with ease, caressing the muscles as she they slid in and out of her hole, juicing her up and eventually creating enough room for her to insert a third finger and then a fourth.

  “You’re full now my sweet.” Kar
en purred. “You have all my fingers inside you and it is amazing. May I fuck you a little harder now?”

  “Yes.” Hannah sighed and looked down to see Karen’s fingers start to move a little quicker. Her cunt was now tingling and pulsing with pleasure and Karen fucked her harder still, increasing the momentum until her fingers were slamming in and out of her cunt, rocking her back and forth against the shelving whilst she groaned with desire.

  “Play with your clit.” Karen urged her and Hannah reached down, parting her swollen and sopping pussy lips to find her hard and sensitive clit, as aching to be rubbed as her cunt was to be fucked.

  “That’s it.” Karen urged her, her hand and wrist now slick with pussy juices. “Fuck yourself Hannah. Harder! Make yourself come. Tell me when you’re nearly there and I’ll slam my fingers so deep into your cunt you’ll think they’re coming out of your throat!”

  “God, yes!” Hannah cried and rubbed her clit. She was close, she could feel it. Her legs were shaking and her cunt felt huge! She would have done anything Karen asked at this moment, just to prolong this wonderful feeling and she rubbed herself harder, a huge shudder of pleasure tightening around her clit and driving itself deep within her groin.

  Gasping for breath, every atom of her being centred upon what was happening between her thighs, she felt her orgasm starting to build and knew that if someone stepped into the room right now, she wouldn’t care.

  “Nearly there!” She cried and drove her finger into her clit as tidal waves of pleasure built in her groin and surged up her cunt and into her pussy.

  “Coming!” She gasped and Karen immediately shoved her fingers hard inside her vagina whilst Hannah, her head thrown back and her eyes shut tight, rubbed her clit until she could take it no longer and her orgasm took over and shuddered through her cunt.

  Afterwards, Karen helped her dress, carefully pulling up her panties for her before licking her fingers clean of Hannah’s juices.

  “Lovely,” she smiled, sucking the last drop from her little finger. “I do so love the taste of pussy. Are you ok?”