Paris

Paris, We’ll Always Have Paris

When the taxi lurched to a sudden stop, Diana nearly fell off the back seat. “Voila!” the driver said, his right hand gesturing at the hotel entrance. Not much of an entrance, Diana thought. Well, she’d wanted the Left Bank and now she had it. When she climbed out of the taxi, she could see the St. Germain des Pres church up ahead, which made her feel much better. The hotel might be small, but at least here she was in the midst of youthful memories. The driver happily carried her two bags into the hotel entrance, and when he returned she tipped him, he tipped his cap, they smiled at each other, and at last she entered the hotel to begin her weekend in Paris. She wanted it. A weekend away from Michael and that stuffy conference in Rome. Three days alone in Paris was just what she needed before returning to reality in New York. Everyone had their city of dreams, and for her it was Paris. This was her first time back in fourteen long years, and she was already electrified by the place. The lobby of the hotel was minuscule, another woman, evidently a new guest, standing unattended at the desk with her luggage at her side. Diana’s luggage sat nearby under a rubber plant. The other woman turned, looked at Diana and said. “Do you speak English? He was here just a moment ago, then he said he’d be back in a moment and he left.” Diana smiled. “It’s not the Ritz, is it? But it’s quite comfortable. I stayed here once years ago and I liked it.” The woman seemed relieved. She was an attractive woman in a sleeveless green dress, short brown hair and brown eyes. American, obviously. A pleasant voice with the drawl of the South. But something bothered Diana about this woman, and suddenly she realized what it was: the woman reminded her of Marion. An older Marion, but still Marion. Of course it couldn’t be. But the reminder was disconcerting. “Well, that’s good news,” the woman said. “This is my first trip to Paris and I had to make the reservation here from Frankfurt in a hurry and nothing else seemed available. At least that’s what the tourist agency in Frankfurt told me.” Then she smiled and held out her hand. “Anyway, my name’s Susan and I’m happy to meet another American here.” Diana shook her hand briefly. “I’m Diana. Do you have friends here?” “Oh no, I don’t know a soul in Paris. I’m here on a lark just for the weekend.” Diana smiled. “Well, so am I. Where are you from in the States?” “Charleston, South Carolina.” “Pretty town.” Susan beamed. “Yes it is. So you’ve been there.” “Years ago. I’m from New York.” At that moment the hotel-keeper arrived, muttering something in French, then smiling at the women. Diana stood by as Susan registered and handed over her passport. Yes, Susan did look like Marion. The same soft brown hair and luscious figure. Diana felt a sudden sadness at all the years that had passed without any knowledge of Marion. And now this woman reminding her of Marion in a flash, making her think of Marion again after all these years. When Susan finished at the desk, Diana said: “Since we’re both here, if you’ve nothing planned for this evening, why don’t we have dinner together?” Susan gave her a broad smile. “Oh, I’d love that.” *** I’m going to LOVE Paris!” Susan spun around on her toes as she made her announcement to her room. She had kicked her shoes off and all but danced around the room. She was so glad she had decided to come. The city was beautiful, the day was still young and she had already made a new friend. How delightful! It was a shame that Dan wasn’t here. They had planned this getaway for months. Although they had taken the children with them before as they explored Germany, this was to have been a weekend just for the two of them. Damn the Army. Well, it wasn’t the first time her soldier husband had been called away at no notice and she knew it wouldn’t be the last. At the same time Susan felt… well, excited was the only word she could think of. They had already dropped the children off at the Garthwood’s house when the phone rang with the alert notification. Used to it, she fixed something for him to eat, helped him get his equipment and get out the door with a kiss. After that, she had called the travel agency to inquire about cancellation. She was told that without 72 hours notice there would be no refund. So she threw caution to the winds. She snatched up her bags, called a cab and caught the flight from Frankfurt to Paris. The airline representative had got her in a taxi to the hotel. There she had finally started to think twice about her madcap rush when she was left standing by herself in the lobby. For the first time she was alone in a foreign country. She spoke very little French and suspected the good bit of German she had learned was not going to be useful. Then she met Diana. Susan almost blushed to herself, remembering asking the other woman if she spoke English. Diana had seemed so elegant, so poised. Susan had half thought she must be a Frenchwoman, with her air of sophistication. It had been wonderful to learn the taller, attractive woman was not only American, but warm and friendly. Speaking of that. Goodness, Susan looked at her watch. She needed to hurry if she was going to meet Diana on time. She slipped off the clothes she had traveled off and made for the shower. She stopped a minute as she passed the full length mirror and studied herself. She sighed. She was sure Diana didn’t have to worry about a few extra pounds around the middle. As she stepped into the shower a vagrant thought crossed her mind. She wondered what Diana looked like in the shower. “Where did that come from?” she thought. Oh well, not important. Perhaps it was that moment when Diana’s expressive face seemed to indicate she thought she knew Susan. A strange tingle ran down Susan’s body, remembering the look Diana had given her. Susan finished her quick shower and hurried to dress. When she looked through her underwear she had to laugh. Anticipating a romantic weekend she had brought sexy little things, not regular panties and pantyhose. So she donned her skimpy black lace panties and bra before wiggling into a black cocktail dress. She fixed her makeup, pulled on a pair of heels and checked the time. It was time to meet Diana. Susan smiled. This was going to be fun. *** As Diana dressed for dinner, but still wearing only panties and a bra, she remembered a small restaurant near Place Odeon where they could have a quiet dinner without the usual Left Bank mob breathing down their necks. She knew why; she had to admit it to herself. Because of her memory of Marion, she felt strongly attracted toward Susan. But then she realized that her attraction was really to Susan herself, and that the memory of Marion was merely a provocative footnote. You want something more than a casual acquaintance with her, Diana thought with amusement. Yes, it was true. This was Paris, wasn’t it? The city of romance. Maybe after all these years of restraint, a fling with a woman was what she needed. She’d had a few larks in college, then one serious relationship shortly before she married at the age of twenty-four. That lesbian interlude with Marion had haunted her for years. Diana knew herself. She always looked at women, found herself stimulated by the images of barely clothed attractive women common in advertising. She recognized her bisexuality, but so far she had avoided any intimacy with another woman during her marriage. Was that about to change? Why not? But then all this cogitation might be irrelevant. She knew nothing about Susan, and Susan might be horrified at the idea of any physical intimacy with another woman. Get dressed, she thought. She found fresh tights and drew them up her legs and thighs and hips. She decided to wear pants tonight, gray pin-striped pants, gray pin-striped jacket, a long-sleeve white button down shirt with sleeves so long she had to fold them back over the cuffs of the jacket. Around her neck, she tied and fluffed a black silk scarf. She slipped on a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals she had bought in Rome. Finished, at last. But when she looked at herself in the full-length mirror near the door, she wondered if the emphasis on style was overdone. But she’d brought nothing simpler than this, so it had to do. She checked her watch: they’d arranged to meet in the hotel lobby at seven, and it was time to go. *** Susan hurried down the hall and into the rickety elevator. She didn’t want to keep Diana waiting. It just seemed important to make a good impression on her new friend by being on time. She stepped out of the elevator as it wheezed to a halt. She almost gasped as she saw Diana. On anyone else the suit and shirt might have looked out of place, but Diana made it look incredibly feminine. Diana turned and smiled at her. Susan felt that same strange tingle as Diana’s eyes seemed to travel completely over her body. Seized by a sudden impulse, Susan winked at Diana and spoke. “Hey there, I’m ready for our date. How do I look?” Susan thought she was going to die. She just knew Diana was going to think she was some kind of idiot. Instead, the other woman smiled softly and offered Susan her arm. “You look lovely Susan.” Diana escorted Susan out to the street where a taxi was already waiting. She gave the driver directions, then told Susan about the restaurant. On the way they talked. It was the usual ‘getting to know each other’ chatter. Susan talked about her husband and kids and found out about Diana’s. They discovered they both enjoyed jazz and Diana mentioned a lovely little bistro she had been to before and suggested after dinner they go there. Susan thought again how lucky she had been to meet Diana. The more she got to know about the New York woman, the more she liked her. At the same time there seemed to be a strange undercurrent in their conversation. Susan had no idea what it was, except somehow there seemed to be a connection between them going past what one would expect of two casual acquaintances. When they reached the restaurant Diana paid the driver and got out first. It seemed only natural for her to offer Susan her hand as she slid across the seat. In clambering out Susan felt her dress ride all the way up until she realized her skimpy panties must be showing. She looked up to see Diana’s eyes fixed on her legs. Susan tugged the dress down quickly and walked in the door. As they waited to be seated Susan’s mind whirled. Did Diana really look at her legs or was Susan seeing things? Susan was not entirely inexperienced in other women. However it had been confined to some kissing and heavy petting with a couple of college friends. She had always been intrigued by the idea of finding out more but she had met and fallen in love with Dan. After that she hadn’t thought about it again. She looked at the lovely woman next to her. Surprising herself again, she realized her hand was still on Diana’s arm. Well, this was certainly going to be an interesting weekend. *** As they chatted their way through dinner and a bottle of wine, Diana’s thoughts were confused. What did she want? She felt a growing sexual attraction toward this woman, but she wasn’t certain whether she ought to act on it, or whether Susan felt the same way, or whether the idea was simply foolish and a result of the sex in her marriage having become so routine and predictable as to be dead and boring. Or maybe the current situation in her marriage had nothing to do with this and the crux of the matter was that she wanted to be in bed with a woman. This woman, anyway. She remembered Susan’s legs exposed, her own sudden lust as she gazed at those lovely thighs. Had Susan noticed? And now, as they talked, her eyes kept returning to Susan’s throat and breasts. Was she being too obvious? And what did she want anyway? She imagined she would have to make the first move, and she could not pretend she would be any good at that. She had no experience, at least nothing since Marion outside her imagination. Imagining women undressed was not experience. She imagined Susan’s body, the legs and thighs she had already seen, Susan’s breasts and hips. Round womanly hips. Good breasts. A quiver of excitement passed through Diana as she imagined her hands holding Susan’s breasts, her fingertips caressing the nipples before she took one in her mouth. Or Susan making love to her. She chatted with Susan about family, children, the mundane aspects of life, while in her mind she imagined the two of them locked in a torrid embrace, head to toe, their mouths sucking at their cores, juices flowing as they both moaned in their pleasure. I want her, Diana thought. The question was how to get what she wanted. *** Susan leaned on the vanity, staring in the mirror. She held her lipstick in her right hand, poised to touch her lips. She couldn’t do it, not with her hand shaking like it was. Diana was attracted to her. More than that, Susan acknowledged, Diana was attracted to her sexually. Dinner had been lovely. The talking had barely slowed for the food. Diana had been just as sparkling and entertaining as Susan knew she would be. She had enjoyed the effort required to keep her end of the conversation on the same level as Diana’s. It was stimulating. The thing was the conversation wasn’t the only thing that was stimulating. From the moment Susan had seen Diana’s eyes on her legs getting out of the cab at the restaurant she had been confused. Confused and excited. The longer the evening had gone on the more she had realized that Diana was looking at her, perhaps not as a man looks at woman, but something even more intimate. And oh, so much more exciting. They had walked from the restaurant to the bistro. The jazz they had found they both liked was wonderful but passed them by. The tension between her and Diana had reached a point where they could hardly speak. Each look spoke of something they felt but could not bring themselves to openly acknowledge. Susan recapped her lipstick without using it. She turned to the door. As she reached for it Diana came in. They stood looking at each other, their bodies only an hand width apart. Diana, flustered, stammered “I just wanted to see if you were alright.” “Yes,” said Susan, her eyes avoiding Diana’s. She lifted her head. “I think,” she hesitated. “I think I want to go back to the hotel now.” The entire ride back was spent in silence. The distance between them was slight but at the same time they seemed miles apart. Susan did not dare look at Diana. She didn’t know what she would see. She wanted to see the desire she thought was there but at the same time she could not make herself be certain she could return it. Susan’s thoughts were interrupted by the cab’s sudden stop. Inertia threw both women back against the seat, and against each other. Susan was conscious of nothing except Diana’s body. Susan managed to lean forward, paying the fare. She turned her head towards Diana. All she could do was look deep in the exquisite pair of green eyes locked on hers. She felt Diana’s warm breath on her face and then the other woman’s lips met hers. Susan closed her eyes in sheer bliss as Diana’s lips slide over hers. Still closed mouth, the kiss promised incredible things, sensual things that Susan had been dreaming of. Susan moaned. Her left hand slid around Diana’s neck. She tilted her head and both women’s lips parted. Susan gently massaged the back of Diana’s neck while her tongue tip slipped from her mouth to trace Diana’s lips. The cough of the taxi driver interrupted them. “Excuse Moi,” he hesitantly began. Susan’s eyes snapped open. She filled with a sudden panic. Scrambling backwards, she reached blindly for the door handle. She all but fell out of the door as it opened. Regaining her footing, she fled into the hotel. Ignoring the elevator, she plunged up the stairs to her, and Diana’s, floor. She fumbled the door to her room open, closed it behind her and leaned against it. Her mind whirled. What was she doing? She was a wife, she was a mother. How could she be feeling these things? How could she want to smother Diana in kisses, see their clothes fall to the floor, see them fall to the bed locked one to the other? She saw herself on Diana’s bed. Diana straddled her, nude except for her black silk scarf. In her mind’s eye she watched Diana untie the scarf, loop it around Susan’s wrists and secure them to the headboard. She shook her head to clear it. Her breathing slowed. Time to concentrate, she told herself. What is it you want here Susan? Don’t think about tomorrow, about next week, about next year. Stop being the planner, the organizer, for one minute. With that she calmed. Because she knew what she wanted was Diana. She reached down and took her heels off, carefully placing them together on the floor. Taking only her room key she walked slowly down the hallway to Diana’s room. Her heart in her throat, she tried the doorknob. It was unlocked. She slipped inside and closed the door softly behind her. Susan caught her breath. Diana was standing on the balcony, her back to the room. She was framed by the lights from the street. Her jacket was tossed over a chair, but other than that she was still fully dressed. Susan felt behind her and clicked the door lock. Diana stiffened for an instant but did not turn around. One slow step at a time Susan walked towards the other woman. She paused when she reached the chair Diana’s jacket was on. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She clearly saw Diana tremble at the soft noise, and Susan trembled with her. She stepped out of her dress and carefully laid it across the jacket. Wearing only her black lace bra and panties, Susan stepped to Diana. She brushed the hair away from the back of Dina’s neck and kissed her. She slipped her arms around Diana and rested the side of her face on the other woman’s back as she pulled herself close. *** In the dimly lit room, Diana remained motionless, afraid that any movement on her part would break the spell and destroy what seemed to be a dream. But it was not a dream, she knew that. She had heard the door open and she’d known instantly that it was Susan. And then when she’d heard Susan undressing behind her, she realized their time of magic had begun. She turned in Susan’s arms now and kissed Susan’s mouth. Their arms around each other for the first intense contact, mouth against mouth, the kiss consumed them, a lasting kiss, a brief respite, then another long kiss. Diana was overwhelmed by excitement. The feel of Susan’s body in her arms was marvelous. Susan’s mouth had a sweet taste. The scent of her hair, her perfume, excited Diana, an excitement more intense than anything she’d felt in years. She held Susan’s face in her hands and kissed Susan’s eyes. “Don’t say a word,” Diana whispered. “Not yet.” She dropped to her knees and pulled Susan’s panties down her hips and thighs and legs, and then off her feet. Then she clutched Susan’s ass in her hands and buried her face into Susan’s small bush. She could hear the sudden intake of Susan’s breath as she breathed in the musky scent of Susan’s sex. Finally, Diana pulled her face away and rose. She led Susan to an upholstered chair, urged her to sit. Susan looked puzzled. “Diana?” “No talking,” Diana said. “Not yet.” 

As Susan watched her in silence, Diana undressed, removed everything until she was naked. She cupped her breasts in her hands, brushed her nipples with her palms, then returned to Susan and knelt before her. Their eyes met once more, so much expressed in the silence, nothing heard but their breathing and an occasional noise from the city outside the window. Then Susan’s eyes narrowed and she seemed to understand. Diana sat on her haunches as Susan slumped back in the chair and lifted her legs over the upholstered arms. Her eyes sultry, Susan slid her hands down over the insides of her thighs before she pulled her hands away to cover her sex. Unable to remain passive any longer, Diana touched Susan’s ankles, then slowly ran her hands up Susan’s shapely legs and down the insides of her smooth thighs to her groin. Their hands met, their eyes locked, and then Susan pulled her hands away from her belly and left the field to Diana. With a gentle tug at Susan’s waist, Diana urged Susan to slide forward on the seat of the chair a bit and then pull her knees even further back. Now Susan was completely exposed, everything visible, her thighs flexed, her legs dangling over the arms of the chair, a faint blush in her face as everything was revealed to Diana’s eyes. Diana leaned forward to sniff at her first, to get Susan’s scent, to get the musk of Susan’s sex in her nose again. The mixture of natural scents and faint perfume made Susan completely alluring, completely feminine. Diana sniffed at the top of Susan’s sex and then lower down, her nose barely touching the lips. Susan’s sex looked wet, the lips gaping. Her clitoris remained covered by its hood, but the flesh around it looked engorged. Finally, Diana moved in and started licking her, the insides of Susan’s thighs first, wet licking near Susan’s sex, then lightly over the outer lips, then down again, lower down to the perineum, the sparse hairs around Susan’s anus, then back again to the slit of Susan’s sex and up to the hood of her clitoris. Fluttering touches of Diana’s tongue. Then Diana moved her face in still closer, pressed her open mouth against the cunt, a light grazing at first, then more pressure, grinding a bit, then sucking all of Susan’s cunt into her mouth, the flaps of Susan’s labia sucked in between Diana’s teeth, Diana’s tongue extended to scour the opening of Susan’s vagina. Diana’s nose was now pressed against Susan’s clitoris, and as she moved her face in all directions, her nose rubbed Susan’s clitoris, massaged the bud in its hood. Then down to the vaginal opening again, her mouth on it, her tongue scooping the fluids, mixing Susan’s juices with Diana’s saliva, sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing. Now Diana’s nose slid inside the mouth of Susan’s sex to get the full scent of her cunt, Diana’s face rotating so that her nose widened the opening, pushed in, pulled out, pushed in again. And while her nose did this, her tongue extended its full length to reach down to flutter against Susan’s anus, slide over it, tickle it, the tip of her tongue sensing the ring of the sphincter, caressing it, tapping against it, rubbing it firmly. She pulled back and gazed at the meaty cunt and pouting anus, the wetness everywhere, the clitoris now out of its hood, the lips unfurled and gaping. She moved in to kiss the perineum again, swipe the flat of her tongue over the anus and all the way up the groove of the cunt to the tip of the clitoris. Once more she buried her nose in Susan’s vagina and moved her head from side to side and around and around to widen the opening. When Susan groaned and pulled at Diana’s hair, Diana withdrew her nose from the opening and rubbed the wet tip of her nose against Susan’s clitoris, against the hood, pushing the hood back with her nose to expose the little nub. Finally she sucked the protuberance of swollen flesh into her mouth, fastened her lips on it and tugged at it as she pressed her mouth and chin more forcefully into Susan’s crotch and vigorously shook her face to bring Susan to orgasm. As Susan cried out, her thighs trembling, Diana kept her mouth locked on Susan’s sex, her lips sucking hard at Susan’s clitoris, two fingers now sliding into Susan’s pulsing vagina to feel Susan’s contractions. Finally, as Susan’s spasms lessened, Diana moved his tongue to Susan’s urethra, probed it to get some of the brine that had come to the opening during Susan’s climax. Diana sucked at it, added the drops of brine to the mix already in her mouth, and then she kissed Susan’s cunt one last time before pulling her face away from Susan’s thighs. *** Oh my God, Susan thought. Her whole body still shook. A vagrant thought passed through her mind. If she had known sex with another woman could be like this she would have done this years ago. Looking at Diana, Susan knew that it was HER that gave this such meaning. A random encounter with a stranger would have never produced such a result. Susan slipped out of the chair and knelt with Diana. Her open mouth sought Diana’s. She thrilled to know she was tasting herself on the other woman’s lips, in her delicious mouth. Her arms circled Diana’s waist and tightened. As Diana responded to the kiss, Susan rose to her feet, drawing her new lover with her. This time it was her turn. Susan guided Diana to the bed, never loosing touch with her. She turned Diana and carefully pressed her down. Diana stretched her hands over her head. She remained still, offering to Susan the same freedom as Susan had given her. Susan knelt beside Diana. She looked in awe over the other woman’s body. Diana’s legs were long and firm, muscular from exercise but so completely feminine. Her breasts were not huge but were full size on a narrow torso that almost seemed too small for them. Her dark pubic thatch was neatly trimmed and Susan had to resist the urge to dive immediately to it. Instead she moved to straddle Diana. She dipped her head and brushed her lips over the tendons of the throat, then kissed the soft hollow between them. Inching her whole body down she left a wet trail as her lips crept down to the valley between Diana’s breasts. She moved her head left and slid her lips over the full mound she found. She drank Diana’s breast into her mouth, laving the nipple with her tongue as she did. She shifted right, repeating her action on the other breast. With a gleam in her eyes, she blew across both wet globes, watching in delight as the sudden chill crinkled Diana’s nipples even harder. Susan wanted to feast more there, but her body was quivering at the thought of what awaited her. She resumed the march of her lips down Diana. She felt more than heard Diana groan and shiver as she paused to tongue her navel. Then Susan was approaching the beginning of Diana’s sex. She didn’t even realize the small sounds of excitement she was making as her mouth opened to suck the fine droplets already caught in Diana’s hair. The taste was incredible, so like her own and yet so different. Susan nestled between Diana’s legs, stretching out on her stomach. Her hand slid under Diana, caressing the firm bottom and cupping the cheeks. She kissed the smooth, firm inside of each thigh and then brought her tongue to Diana’s pussy. She began at the very bottom of Diana’s slit. Her tongue found the moisture already accumulating there and she scooped it into her mouth. Then she flattened her tongue, wiggling it to open Diana to her and drew it up in one long stroke. She paused at the top to probe Diana’s clitoris, finding it already exposed. Then she reversed herself and at the same pace licked back down to her start point. Diana shivered against her and Susan caught the deep moan. She licked up and down again. This time she went deeper into Diana. This time her tongue was faster on the stroke. This time she swirled her tongue over the sensitive pearl. This time she was faster returning and her hands lifted Diana to her mouth. She locked her mouth over Diana and sucked the trickle of nectar into her mouth, swallowing it. She rolled her tongue stiffly and probed into Diana’s vagina, reaching inside the other woman. Susan’s head began to rock against Diana. The motions drove her tongue deeper and deeper inside, ramming through the attempts of the silky inner walls to capture her. Her fingers curled to clench on Diana’s ass and pull her up in short tugs to meet her descending head. Suddenly Diana wrapped her legs around Susan’s head, squeezing her with her strong thighs. Diana’s back arched and Susan slammed her face against Diana, mashing her clit with her nose and rubbing her face and her tongue wildly as Diana flooded Susan with her juices. The orgasm almost shook Susan loose, but she remained firm where she was, her open mouth greedily drinking her lover. When Diana finally collapsed against the bed, Susan carefully cleaned her sopping cunt. Then she crept up the bed and laid her head on Diana’s shoulder. Diana wrapped her arms around Susan, who cuddle on her side against the other woman. Without a further word they fell asleep. *** In the morning, Diana awakened while Susan was still asleep. Diana gazed at her new lover. How astonishing that here she was in bed with another woman, such an unexpected delight after all the years of fantasy. She remembered the evening before, the lovely reality of the lovemaking, and as the images flashed one after the other, she found herself aroused again. She turned on her back as quietly as possible, slid a hand down to her sex and started a slow rubbing of her clitoris. It was something she did nearly every morning at home after her husband left the bed. She was used to it, almost dependent on it as a way to start the day. Before long, the rubbing of her clitoris became more determined, her fingers now wet with her juices. Suddenly, Diana was aware that Susan was awake and aware of the movements of the sheet and bed. Diana immediately stopped masturbating and pulled her hand away from her belly. When she turned to look at Susan’s face, Susan seemed amused. “You don’t need to be embarrassed,” Susan said with a soft laugh. “I do it every morning, and usually more than once.” “Really?” “Yes, really.” “We seem to have a few things in common.” Their eyes met, and Susan said: “And after last night, more than a few things.” “Yes.” “Do you want me to leave? I can go back to my room.” “No, I don’t want that,” Diana said. “Then I’ll go into the shower and give you some privacy.” “No, not that either.” Susan hesitated, her voice husky. “You want me to watch you?” “Yes, would you do that?” “Oh lord…” “You don’t want to? would it be too gross?” “But I do want to. I want it very much. Please, Diana, let me watch you.” With a sigh, her heart beating with excitement, Diana pushed the sheet down to uncover her body and slid a hand between her legs. *** It was all Susan could do to keep from reaching for Diana. She wanted her as badly as she had last night. But this, oh this was something so special. She remembered listening to her college roommate masturbate and trying to quietly keep up with her. But THIS! Diana stretched catlike on the bed. She brushed her hand over her already wet sex. Her other hand slid to meet that one. Her palms slowly wandered down over her thighs. They moved to the outside of her thighs. She sighed as she drew them all the way up her sides and then over her chest. She languorously caressed her breasts. Then that same hand reached between her legs. Susan thought she would actually faint from the excitement. Every tiny touch of Diana’s fingers on her smooth supple body made Susan ache. She rolled on her side, her eyes drinking in the sight of her lover pleasuring herself. Susan stretched her left leg out. She placed her foot next to that knee, her leg bent, opening herself. Squirming her left arm from under her she cupped her breast. With herother hand she rubbed circles on her stomach, moving slowly down over her mons. “Do you like this?” Diana’s soft words startled Susan. Diana’s closed eyes opened and focused on Susan. “Oh my lord, Diana. I can’t believe how erotic it is.” Susan’s thumb began to stroke slowly over her already roused nipple. “You are so beautiful.” “I see you’re touching yourself, Susan.” Diana’s fingers were moving quicker between her legs. Her body was beginning to tremble. “Touch yourself for me Susan.” Susan gasped. Her hand plunged between her own legs. Her clit was already engorged and unhooded. She frantically slid her hand up and down, her fingers circling her clit. Every movement from Diana she tried to match with one of her own. Diana’s body arched and a low deep cry escaped from her lips. Susan echoed it with one of her own as spasms ran though her body. She pinched her nipple and the sensation matched with that of her fingers on her clit pushed her over the edge in a matching orgasm. “Oh my, oh MY, OH MY, Diana,” Susan gasped, barely able to breath. “I can’t….I can’t believe it. I never imagined this could feel this incredible.” “Neither did I,” Diana returned. She leaned over and kissed Susan softly on the lips, the only touch they had permitted themselves. Susan’s eyes twinkled. “Now, I am going to have to take that shower.” *** “Let’s do it together,” Diana said. Susan looked at her. “Really?” “Yes, really. Why not? I’ll wash your back.” Their eyes locked, and after a long moment, Susan nodded. Diana felt her pulse racing as they walked naked to the shower together. The orgasm on the bed had been lovely, but she wanted more. She wanted Susan. She feasted her eyes on Susan’s ass as Susan climbed over the edge of tub. Lust, Diana thought. What she felt was pure lust. But also more than that. She felt close to this woman. She needed more from Susan than Susan’s body. Inside the shower, the curtain closed, the water cascading over them, Diana briefly kissed Susan’s cheek and then started soaping Susan’s back. After a few moments, she stroked with more pressure, scrubbing Susan’s back firmly from her shoulders down to the tops of her buttocks. She wanted to fondle Susan’s ass, but thought it was too soon. She did not want the shower to end. “Turn around,” Diana said. “I’ll wash your front too.” She held her breath, hoping that Susan would not reject the idea. But Susan turned to face her with a shy smile. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.” Diana slid the wet soap over Susan’s chest, washing her breasts, drawing circles around them with her hands, soaping the thick nipples. She urged Susan under the spray to rinse her breasts, and then on impulse she bent her head to briefly kiss each nipple. When she heard Susan moan, Diana took one of Susan’s breasts in her mouth and sucked it with hunger. Yes, Diana thought. After all these years… After a while Diana released the breast from her mouth and dropped to her knees in front of Susan. Looking down at Diana, Susan seemed to know what Diana wanted. Her eyes narrowed, Susan placed a foot on the edge of the tub to make herself available. Her sex opened like a tropical flower. Diana gazed at Susan’s cunt, at the exposed clitoris awaiting her, at the just visible opening of Susan’s vagina. She shifted forward, closed her mouth over Susan’s sex and started sucking. Without reserve. The hunger in her belly was too strong. She foraged in the other woman’s trough, realizing how blatant it was, how aggressive, how awful to reveal her desire like this. But she couldn’t help it. She clutched the cheeks of Susan’s ass with her hands and continued sucking and licking and sucking until Susan lifted her head and groaned under the shower spray. Diana held on until Susan’s orgasm was finished, and then she rose and she kissed Susan deeply, her tongue working against Susan’s. When they finally broke apart, Susan slid her arms around Diana’s waist and said, “Let me do you.” “Do you want to?” “Yes, but not here. On the bed. I don’t want to be distracted by all this water!” *** Susan quickly toweled herself and then helped dry Diana. She found the more she touched the other woman, the harder it was to even think of stopping. She hastily dropped the towels and drug Diana after her back to the bedroom. She almost tripped in her haste. She slowed just for a second, allowing Diana to pass her. She wanted Diana, she wanted her in ways she could barely imagine. The orgasm she had just had, rather than satiate her had made her even more aware of her own body and Diana’s.Her eyes traveled up Diana’s legs and suddenly Susan was swept by a desire she had never even dreamed about. “Diana”, she called, as the other woman was almost at the bed, “Stop. No, don’t turn around,” she added as Diana, puzzled, started to turn. “Stay right there.” Her heart hammering, Susan stepped right behind Diana. She kissed her on the side of her neck, gently nuzzling the soft flesh. Her hands rested on Diana’s hips. Her thumbs moved in small circles over the swell of Diana’s ass. Susan shifted her lips to the top of Diana’s spine. One bump at a time, she slowly kissed her way down Diana’s back. Susan’s hands slid down the sides of Diana’s thighs. They moved to the back of them and stroked up as Susan’s kisses reached the small of Diana’s back. With that Susan slipped to her knees and her wandering fingers began to caress the Diana’s firm cheeks. “Susan, are you sure?” “Yes,” was the only reply Susan could make. Her mouth started at the top of Diana’s cleft. Her searching tongue out, Susan carefully parted Diana’s cheeks, glorying in the feel of the smooth taunt globes. Her face slid down, pressing into Diana’s mysterious recess. She breathed deeply, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of Diana’s arousal and her secret place. The Diana’s rosebud was before her. She placed a kiss on it, then her tongue began its exploration. She licked at the ring, wetting it. She closed her lips over it and inhaled, sucking it. She felt it give and fluttered her tongue against it. She pressed harder, and the tip of her tongue opened the rosebud and entered. Diana moaned deeply and bent over, opening and exposing herself to Susan. Susan’s fingers went between Diana’s legs and began to slide back and forth in Diana’s wet slit. The middle and ring fingers curled into Diana’s cunt while the index finger caressed her clit. While Susan fingered her lover, her face pressed deeper into Diana’s ass. Her tongue, wiggled and tapped and forced itself until, rolled tightly she felt the ring give way. Susan’s tongue slid into Diana’s anal cavity. Susan curled it, tasting the musky flavor.her fingers kept time with the thrusts of her tongue in and out of Diana’s ass. Diana clutched the bed to keep from falling. Her hips moved back and forth, onto and off of Susan’s driving tongue and fingers. Susan felt Diana’s entire body tense and attempt to clutch her and keep her inside. Then with a loud cry of “Susannnnnnnn”, Diana’s body released and she came. *** They lay in each other’s arms on the bed, on their sides and facing each other, Diana’s hand stroking Susan’s hair. Susan sighed. “You must think I’m perverted for doing that.” “Don’t be silly, I loved it.” “Have you had it done to you before?” “Yes, but not often enough. And it never excited me as much as it did now.” “Are you sure?” Diana chuckled. “Yes, I’m sure. And you’re going to get it right back, you know.” “That’s not necessary.” “But of course it is. I’ve been looking at your ass since we met, and I’m not losing my chance!” Susan blushed and Diana kissed her. “But I want you to do something for me,” Diana said. “Anything.” “Wear a pair of heels for me. Naked and with heels. That really turns me on. I want you to be wearing heels when I make love to that lovely bottom. Will you do that for me?” Susan quickly pulled away, left the bed and grabbed Diana’s robe. “The shoes are in my room. I’ll back in a jiffy.” She blew Diana a kiss and hurried out the door. Ten minutes later they were together again. This time it was Susan who was bent over, her body on all fours, her head and shoulders pressed down on a pillow, her knees spread wide and her ass raised to receive Diana’s attention. Diana was thrilled. She hadn’t expected their lovemaking to proceed so rapidly. Kneeling like that on the bed, so sexy in her high heeled sandals, Susan’s body now dominated the room. Diana gazed at her, a fixed gaze from a distance, aware of the beating of her heart, the intense passion that this woman has managed to evoke in her soul. Then Diana approached Susan, moving close to the bed, close enough to extend a hand and touch Susan’s hip, her lower back, the pale white skin of her buttocks. Diana noticed the chair near the foot of the bed, and she pulled it over to sit behind Susan, directly behind Susan’s upraised buttocks. Diana’s eyes passed over Susan’s s calves and thighs, the globes of her buttocks, the long groove between the full globes, Susan’s legs apart enough to widen the groove and expose the pink little knot of her anus and the full lips of her sex. With her hands on the upper parts of Susan’s thighs, Diana leaned forward and licked Susan’s right buttock, kissed it with her tongue and lips, then moved to the left buttock to do the same. “You’re so lovely,” Diana said, her pulse racing again. She moved her face into the groove to give a long lick of Susan’s flesh from the pouch of her cunt up to her anus and back again. Diana licked again, another long lick, her tongue wetting Susan’s anus, tickling the ring, then sliding down again to part the lips of Susan’s sex. Finally Diana pulled her face back and she used her thumbs to gently open Susan’s sex as though she were splitting a peach, opening Susan to her eyes, the pink groove, the mouth of Susan’s vagina, the tiny opening of her urethra, the pink-red tip of Susan’s clitoris half exposed out of its cowl, her source, her center, her flower, her cunt. And the anus, the asshole, the secret eye. With a knot of desire in her chest, Diana leaned forward and buried her face in Susan’s ass, her chin pressing fiercely against Susan’s cunt. She held the cheeks of Susan’s ass with her hands as she began working her tongue into the puckered opening. Susan was moaning now, her hips moving slowly in a circle as Diana’s wet tongue slithered past the ring of muscle. Diana could feel Susan’s excitement, feel the trembling of Susan’s thighs. She worked her tongue deep, closed her lips over the ring and sucked at it as she slid her tongue in and out. Susan groaned, mumbled something unintelligible as she shook her ass against Diana’s face. Finally Susan cried out, “Oh god, I’m coming. Oh god, oh god.” Diana kept her face pressed between Susan’s buttocks, her tongue working in the dark hole. Susan moaned. “I love you.” Pulling her face from Susan’s ass, Diana replied: “And I love you.” *** Susan lay cuddled on her side against Diana. Her head was pillowed on Diana’s shoulder. Diana had her arm around Susan and was gently stroking her shoulder and upper arm. Susan had her right arm across Diana’s stomach and her right leg thrown over Diana’s legs. Neither woman felt compelled to say anything. They simply enjoyed the moment and each others closeness. Susan was considering her last words to Diana. She didn’t use the words “I love you” very often. To Dan, to her children, to her parents. When she had dated she didn’t really like to hear them, because she felt they were special, and using them even after sex as some sort of “Thank You” cheapened them. So did she mean them then? Was she indeed falling in love with Diana? Even after all they had shared the idea seemed preposterous, and yet… Well, time enough to deal with that, tonight or tomorrow. Susan’s mind shied away from the realization that tomorrow she was supposed to leave Paris. Suddenly she giggled a bit. “What?” Diana smiled down at her as Susan tilted her head back to meet her eyes. “I just thought of something I really want to do with you.” “Goodness,” Diana gave a mock groan. “You’re insatiable.” Susan stretched and quickly kissed Diana. “Perhaps,” she acknowledged. “But that’s not what I meant.” Her eyes twinkled. “At least not right now. Here I am in Paris, with a gorgeous woman who knows the city. I may,” she hesitated, remembering her realization of moments ago, “I may never come here again. I want to see the city. Diana, I want to go SHOPPING!” Both women broke out in laughter. “Okay,” Diana managed to gasp as she laughed. Go get dressed. We’ll be walking so comfortable is the key. I’ll meet you in the lobby” Susan nodded. She slipped into her dress from last night. She looked for her underwear. Not seeing it immediately, she shrugged and ran to her room. She dressed quickly. She was tempted to put on a deep red dress and heels, and skip the underwear again. Sensible Susan reared her head and she settled for a white ruffled blouse and tan slacks. She slipped on her well used loafers and grabbed her purse. A quick check confirmed money, travelers checks and credit cards were all present and accounted for. She locked the door behind her and ran down the stairs. *** They walked along Saint Germain toward the Boulevard St. Michel, stopping at any shop window that caught their eyes, buying some trifle neither one of them needed, then walking out of the shop and onto the boulevard again. Susan seemed delighted. “Oh, I haven’t done this in ages. I love it!” What Diana loved was being with Susan, enjoying Susan’s ebullience, bathing in the warm memory of their recent lovemaking. Diana wanted to hold Susan’s hand, but she thought it might embarrass Susan. At the Odeon, when they made a detour into one of the side streets, Susan became enthralled by a cluttered antique shop, chattering with the old man who ran the place, a grizzled little fossil who knew enough English to keep Susan interested in everything in sight. Diana whispered to Susan: “I’m going down the street a minute. I’ll be back soon, darling.” Susan nodded, her hands turning over a lovely little music box. Diana walked out and strode briskly to a small shop they had passed. Half-shuttered windows, an ambiguous sign, a closed door at the entrance. She pushed the door open and walked into the dimly-lit shop. The display she wanted was near the back, under a reproduction of what looked like a Matisse odalisque. Diana bent over the case, carefully inspecting the items it contained. A woman dressed in a flowery robe and a ton of costume jewelry came through the curtains from the back of the shop. The woman said: “Bonjour! Et votre plaisir?” Diana looked at the woman. “I’m sorry. Do you speak English? My French is too horrible to use.” The woman smiled, a gold tooth visible at the side of her mouth. “Yes, I speak some English. Not very well but enough. You would like one of those?” She pointed at the display case that Diana had been inspecting. “Yes, I think so.” “But with the straps, yes?” “Yes.” “Those are really too cheap, you know. Come with me and I’ll show you some better ones.” She led Diana through the curtains and into a back room as dimly-lit as the outer room. The woman opened a large drawer, extracted something, and then showed Diana what she held in her hands. “This is better. Realistic, no? And the straps are real leather, not plastic. They last forever. Here, handle it, you’ll see. Feel the balls. They can be filled, if you like that. Her face flushed, Diana said: “How much?” The woman smiled, showing her gold tooth again. “Only three hundred francs, my dear. I’m sure it will be perfect for you!” Diana made the purchase, and a few minutes later she walked out of the shop with her package. Madness, she thought. She wondered what Susan would think. Well, she would discover that, wouldn’t she? *** Susan was reveling in the antique store. She had placed the music box and several other items on the counter and was eagerly browsing away. She wanted to find something special for Diana. She had already quietly made one purchase at a store they had stopped in earlier. Remembering the black silk scarf Diana had been wearing last night Susan had bought half a dozen brightly colored ones and smuggled them into a bag they were already carrying. She recalled what she had imagined Diana doing with that scarf, even before she had acknowledged her attraction to the other woman. She shivered, but in excitement. Perhaps. Anyway, she still wanted to find something else. A thought struck her. She checked the other music boxes, opening each one to listen to the songs. She smiled when she heard a certain one. Perfect! She immediately purchased the silver music box and hid it among the scarves. She left the other pieces on the counter where the lovely old man was adding them up when Diana returned. “Hi honey, did you find what you were looking for?” Susan smiled at Diana. “I think so,” Diana replied. “”Time will tell. What all have you accumulated here?” “This music box, a silver serving tray and these wonderful matching goblets. This necklace and pendant for my daughter. My son is a coin collector, look at theses Roman coins, he’ll be wild. And these carved bookends, they’re perfect for…” Susan trailed off. She realized she was babbling. And what must Diana think of her. Here they were together and Susan was talking about her husband. She shook her head a bit and smiled brightly, looking into Diana’s beautiful eyes. “I was babbling wasn’t I? As soon as I pay for it he’ll send it to the hotel.” Diana laughed. “Yes you were babbling darling and I enjoyed it. Now what?” Susan blushed, “You’re going to think I’m a woman made up of appetite only, but I’m hungry! Can we go eat?” Diana laughed even harder. “Of course.” “Wonderful.” Susan scooped up her change and her other purchases. Without a thought Susan took Diana’s hand in hers and laced their fingers together. She smiled at her lover. “Lead on, Diana, I’ll follow.” *** In the afternoon, they each rested alone in their rooms. Diana thought an erotic tension seemed to be building between them again, as though the evening would bring a fresh intensity of sexual passion. It was Diana who suggested they each rest alone in their rooms. She needed time to herself, time to assess this wonderful new interlude that seemed to be teaching her so many things about herself. The purchase of the dildo had been an unexpected impulse, but now that she had it the idea of using it with Susan was incredibly exciting. You’re utterly mad, she thought. But she realized it was more than that. For the first time in her life she was fully admitting her love for women. She was in a heterosexual marriage, but still a lesbian. And a lecherous lesbian at that; this affair with Susan was certainly proof. She felt intensely excited at the idea of making love to Susan again. She slept awhile, had a bath, and then dressed for the evening. They went to La Coupole and they were lucky enough to get a table. They sat in the large room and noisy room, enjoying the ambience, enjoying the food, enjoying each other. Diana thought Susan looked stunning, so feminine and appealing. She wondered what Susan really thought of her. After dinner, they rode a taxi to the Champs Elysees and walked along each side of the wide boulevard. The evening was balmy, the cafes crowded with people. They had coffee on the terrace of one of the cafes, and as they drained their coffee cups, Diana Said, “Well, what now? What would you like to do now?” Their eyes met, and Susan said, “Whatever you want.” “It’s already after nine o’clock.” “Yes.” Diana smiled. “What I’d like to do, darling, is take you back to the hotel and make passionate love to you. Do you find the idea appealing?” Susan blushed and laughed. “Oh, definitely yes. Oh my, yes.” *** When they arrived back at the hotel, Susan whispered in Diana’s ear, “Give me 15 minutes and then come down to my room. Please?” Diana smiled softly, but with a gleam deep in her eyes that made Susan tremble with anticipation. “Of course, my dear.” She brushed Susan’s cheek with the back of her hand and went to her room. Susan hurried to her room. She had to make everything perfect. She stripped and began to make the preparations she had planed that afternoon. She opened and adjusted the doors to the balcony and matched the windows so the gentle breeze coming down the street fluttered the curtains. She laid out the candles she had slipped out and purchased that afternoon. The breeze was perfect. Not enough to blow them out, it was made them flicker and cast dancing shadows all over the room. She opened the bottle of wine and poured two glasses. Before getting dressed Susan sat on the edge of her carefully turned back bed and thought. What was it that was drawing her to Diana so strongly? Was she becoming gay? Or was it more than that, a combination of her realization of her own attraction to other women and Diana herself? It was Diana, she knew. No one else had so powerfully affected her like this since, since … Susan sighed. She was still shying away from that thought. She didn’t know how this was going to end, but she would embrace tonight. Tomorrow would have to take care of itself. Now then, time was passing. Susan scurried to the dresser where she had laid everything out. She wiggled into the black lace teddy. She undid the little tie in the front, which almost but not quite exposed her nipples. She carefully rolled the dark, seamed thigh high stockings up each leg and snapped the garter straps to them. She then pulled on her black high heels. She walked quickly to the bathroom and did her makeup. She finished with a deep red lipstick. She looked at herself, pulling the shoulder straps just a bit father till the tops of her aureole just showed through the lace. There was a soft knock at the door. Susan took a deep breath, switched off the lights, and went to open it. *** After Diana slipped into the room, Susan locked the door again. Diana’s eyes widened as she took in the flickering candlelight and Susan in lingerie. “This must be a dream,” Diana said. “You take my breath away.” Susan blushed, eyeing the long robe that completely covered Diana’s body. “Do I look okay? I wondered if this was too much.” “No, you look lovely. I want you. Come here and kiss me.” They moved into each other’s arms and kissed. Susan pulled back and pointed at the rectangular box in Diana’s hand. “What’s that?” Diana smiled. “Oh, just something we might like later on.” She spied the wine bottle and glasses and put the box on the dresser. “Let’s have some wine, darling.” When Susan poured the wine and handed a glass to Diana, the taller woman suggested a toast. “To us,” Diana said. “And a thank you to Paris for bringing us together.” Susan smiled. “Isn’t it marvelous? The two of us meeting the way we did. I never expected anything like this.” “And neither did I. I adore you, I really do.” “Oh, Diana, you’re wonderful! And it’s so wonderful being with you!” They sipped the wine, and then put the glasses down and Diana took Susan into her arms and kissed her. “I love kissing you,” Diana said. “I love the way you taste.” Then she added: “And I love the way you’re dressed.” Susan pulled back a bit to show off her teddy. “I’m more undressed than dressed. Do you really like it?” “I love it. Do I get to see more?” Susan gave her a coy look. “Such as?” Diana moved closer and played her fingers along the exposed tops of Susan’s breasts. She untied the little bow, then tugged the lace down and under Susan’s breasts so that each breast hung like a ripe gourd over the lace edge. “You’re exquisite,” Diana said. “I want these in the open.” Her face flushed, Susan stood there with her shoulders back and her breasts exposed to Diana’s eyes. *** Susan felt as though she could close her eyes and float away. She could not remember feeling so desirable, so wanted. The look in Diana’s eyes absolutely melted her. She cupped her breasts, her fingers sliding over them. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, so you like them?” She teased, swaying back and forth in front of Diana. She ran her hands down over the front of her body. Just the feel of the black lace under her own fingers made her breathing quicken and deepen. Her fingers slid over her thighs and caressed the smooth white flesh showing above the tops of her stockings. Susan turned and brought her hands around to where her ass spilled out from the narrow covering that hid no more than her cleft. Beginning at the crease, she ran her nails up over her cheeks. It felt so sensual she did it again, scratching a little harder. She was sure she was leaving lines on herself, and that thought excited her too. She could feel Diana behind her, almost feel her breath on her back. Susan suddenly reached between her legs and unsnapped the crotch of the teddy. She tucked the back flap us, exposing her whole ass to Diana. The gasp she heard fired her more. She bent deeply from the waist, tossing her torso as she pushed her full rounded bottom towards her lover. In what sounded like a single step Diana reached her. Her hands grasped Susan’s bottom. Susan straightened and Diana pressed hard against her. Susan’s mouth met Diana’s over her shoulder and the kiss continued as Susan turned back around. Her hands shaking in desire, Susan found the opening to Diana’s robe and opened it. *** Diana let the robe slip off her shoulders and drop to the floor. She was naked now. She took Susan into her arms and kissed her. She ran her hands over Susan’s bare buttocks, caressing the full globes. “I bought a toy,” Diana said. Susan’s hands were on Diana’s breasts, her fingers tugging at Diana’s nipples. “A toy?” Diana slipped out of Susan’s arms and went to the dresser. She opened the box she had brought and then held up the life-like phallus and the attached straps. “I’d like to use this,” Diana said. “I want to make love to you with this. Do you want it?” Her face flushed, Susan stared at the strap-on dildo. Then after a moment she held out her hand, took the instrument from Diana and ran her fingertips over the pliable cock and balls. “Yes, I want it,” she said. She handed the dildo and harness back to Diana. “Go on, put it on. I want to see you wearing it.” Diana was happy, excited. She very much wanted to do this, had been thinking about it since the morning. Her hands shaking, she stepped into the harness, adjusted the straps, and then glanced at the mirror to see herself adorned with a flesh-colored cock and balls at the joining of her thighs. When she faced Susan again, Susan seemed mesmerized. “Oh my,” Susan said. “That turns me on.” She came forward and took the cock in her hand, stroking it the way she would stroke a man. “Yes.” They kissed, a passionate kiss, their mouths hungry for each other. This time they had the cock between them, the phallus pressing against Susan’s belly. Diana dropped a hand to Susan’s ass and squeezed a cheek. “On the bed now,” Diana said. “On all fours, darling.” Susan murmured agreement and moved to the bed. Diana returned to the dresser, extracted the small tube of lubricant from the box and proceeded to smear some jelly over the shaft and tip of the phallus. The cock seemed to bob with expectation. The bed was at an ideal height, for when Diana approach Susan, she found the phallus precisely at the level of Susan’s cunt. She fondled Susan first, run her hands over Susan’s smooth buttocks, testing their firmness with her fingers. She felt like a man reacting to a woman, an odd feeling that somehow thrilled her. She slipped one hand between Susan’s thighs to feel the stiffness of Susan’s clitoris. There was no doubt about Susan’s excitement; her clitoris was erect, her cunt dripping on Diana’s palm. Susan wriggled her hips as Diana used both hands to squeeze her buttocks. Diana pulled the globes apart and watched the distortion of Susan’s anus. The sphincter opened like a pouting little mouth, then closed again when Diana pushed the buttocks together. Keeping her left hand on the small of Susan’s back, Diana took hold of the phallus with her right hand and rubbed the tip in Susan’s wet crack. She found the opening to Susan’s vagina and slowly pushed forward. *** From the instant she saw the strapon Susan had wanted Diana to use it. The sight of the cock bobbing between Diana’s legs was almost enough to give her an orgasm in itself. Diana’s body was so completely feminine and yet so fantastically complete with the dildo. Susan desperately craved it. She wanted Diana to take her. Susan scrambled to the bed as Diana directed. She placed her knees on the very edge of the bed. She loved this position. She spread her legs for her lover and waited, trembling. She could feel Diana’s hands touching her, roaming over her ass and between her legs. She wiggled her ass in open invitation to Diana. The Diana was there. Susan felt her hands firmly seize her hips. The tip of the cock pressed between her lips. There was a moments pause, as though Diana was savoring the anticipation of taking her. Then Diana pushed forward. Susan whimpered as she felt Diana’s strapon penetrate her. Not in pain but in wild excitement as she felt her female lover open her. She gasped, “More Diana, more. Please my darling, take me.” Diana responded by a deep thrust of her hips. Her hands tightened their grip on Susan’s hips and she drove her cock in until her hips collided with Susan’s firm ass cheeks. “Oh God,” she cried out. “Susan!” Susan thrust back with the full strength of her arms. Never had she felt anything like this. She begged, she pleaded, she cried out. She demanded Diana never stop. Diana responded by pulling almost all the way out each time she rocked back and then aggressively driving her hips back forward. Each time Susan met her. The sound of Diana’s groin slapping against Susan filled the room. Susan had completely lost any control over herself. She slammed back to her female lover like a woman possessed. Diana’s fingers clenched on Susan’s ass until marks appeared. Even then Susan wanted more. Her juices flooded over the woman cock in her. She was filled and possessed to a degree she had never felt before. “Diana, Diana, DIANA!” Susan dropped her face into the pillow as she screamed her lover’s name. She shuddered and the orgasm that overtook her was more intense than any yet. She felt Diana shake behind her and suddenly ram all the way into her and hold as the other woman’s hips ground the dildo in Susan’s pussy. When they recovered enough to speak, Diana whispered anxiously, “Did I hurt you, my darling?” “No,” gasped Susan. “Oh god I loved it.” Diana saw a flush appear. Without looking over her shoulder, Susan spoke, so softly Diana had to strain to hear her. “Diana… I want you to take me in my ass. I want you to completely possess me.” *** Diana was thrilled by the unexpected invitation. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” “Yes, I’m sure,” Susan said. “Don’t you want to? Just use some lubricant in there and I’ll be fine.” Diana gazed at Susan’s upraised ass. Yes, she wanted to fuck her there. It seemed obvious that Susan had some experience. Diana ran her hands over Susan’s smooth buttocks, her fingernails lightly scratching the globes. She loved Susan’s lush ass. Susan’s rosette winked at her, waiting. Using some of the excess lubricant at the base of the phallus, Diana lubricated Susan’s anus. Susan’s labia looked swollen. Diana slid her fingers into Susan’s cunt again and searched for her clitoris. The tiny organ felt so stiff beneath her fingertips. She pinched the clit between her forefinger and middle finger as she slowly worked her thumb into Susan’s oiled anus. Susan groaned, murmuring her pleasure, wriggling her hips. Diana carefully worked her thumb in the oiled opening, stretching it, feeling its elasticity. Diana had never caressed a woman like this and she was enthralled. Finally, Diana took hold of the cock with her fingers and pushed the tip at the anal ring. She pressed forward, guiding the tip with her thumb, pushing the knob inside the brown little orifice. The resistance of the opening suddenly ceased, the hole widened, and the knob and part of the shaft slipped inside. Susan moaned. “Oh god, yes!” Diana slowly worked another inch inside Susan’s rectum. Then another. Susan seemed to open completely, and when Diana pushed forward, all of the phallus entered without difficulty. Diana wriggled her hips gently, her belly grinding against Susan’s buttocks, the back end of the shaft pressing hard against Diana’s clitoris. Diana wanted to calm myself. She kept her eyes on the tight ring gripping the shaft. She thought it the most exciting thing she had ever seen. Susan suddenly lifted her head and shoulders. Placing her hands flat on the mattress, she used her hands for leverage and began a slow rocking motion. Diana did not need to do anything except remain still as Susan slowly rocked her ass back and forth on the shaft of the cock. Diana smoothed Susan’s buttocks with her palms. She gripped Susan’s flesh with her fingers. As Susan’s passion rose, so did the tempo of her movements. Unable to remain passive, Diana grasped Susan’s hips with her hands and started a slow but forceful pumping of the cock in and out of Susan’s ass. She could see Susan masturbating now, Susan’s right hand digging at her cunt, her fingers whipping her clitoris. When Diana’s own orgasm arrived, she jerked forward again and again to get the back end of the dildo grinding at her own clitoris. Finally Diana pulled out, the phallus sliding out of Susan’s ass, Susan’s dark hole slowly closing. Susan’s head hung down and she seemed spent. Diana bent forward and kissed the small of Susan’s back. *** At the touch of Diana’s lips on her back, Susan felt as though it released the small remainder of her energy to the air. She sank to the bed and rolled on her side to look at Diana. Susan wanted to go to her, to kneel before her and take her in her mouth. She loved sucking a hard cock and the idea of doing that to her lover was thrilling. She sighed and sank down on the bed. So much had happened. She almost giggled to herself when she realized what was stopping her was she was completely worn out. “Couldn’t get it up at gunpoint,” was a teasing phrase she remembered from what seemed like a different lifetime. Susan stretched out her arms to Diana. “Darling? Are you coming to bed?” Diana carefully put the phallus back in the box. She slipped in beside Susan and the two of them came into the others arms. They shared one deep, loving kiss and then snuggled comfortably. Diana stroked Susan’s hair. After a bit the fingers slowed and Susan felt Diana’s breathing becoming slow and rythmatic. Her own eyes closed and she dropped into sleep. Hours later Susan opened her eyes. During the night she had awoken once and gone to the bathroom. She had undressed and put the teddy and stockings on a chair and got back in bed without disturbing Diana. She wanted to roll back to Diana but instead she got up. Susan looked around the room and shivered a bit. The candles had all burned out. She was cold. Carefully covering Diana, Susan then got her robe and pulled it on. She stood in the open doors of the balcony. She smoothed the old terrycloth robe. Not very elegant she thought. But familiar, boring perhaps but still something worth having. Lost in her thoughts, Susan didn’t hear Diana rise. She was startled when Diana kissed her gently on the side of the next. Diana stood behind her, simply resting her hands on Susan’s shoulders. Susan crossed her arms and placed her hands on top of Diana’s. “I suppose the is the ‘cold, gray dawn’ storytellers mention,” mused Diana. “I suppose it is,” replied Susan. She turned. “Diana, what are we going to do?” *** They sat on the terrace of one of the airport cafes killing time before their flights were called. Susan would leave first, then Diana an hour later. Diana stirred her coffee with a small spoon, lifted the spoon, then dipped it into the coffee again. “We’re corks,” Diana said. Susan looked at her. “Corks?” She giggled. “I’ve been called many things, but never a cork.” “We’re like corks floating on the sea. A cork may think it controls where it floats, but it doesn’t. It’s the water and the waves that control the cork. So one day two floating corks arrive in Paris and the waves float them into each other. The corks bob against each other awhile, one cork against the other cork, two corks kissing the way corks do, and then a new wave breaks it up and they float away from each other, floating away, carried away by their individual waves.” “You’re going to make me cry.” Diana slid her hand across the table and took hold of Susan’s fingers. “Don’t cry, darling. Corks don’t cry.” “No, I’m going to cry.” “We had a wondrous time here, unexpected, marvelous, a gem of a memory.” “Oh, Diana, I love you!” “And I love you too, darling.” Susan fumbled in her carry-on bag. She took out the sterling silver music box she had bought for Diana. Was it just yesterday? It seemed like it was so long ago. Her eyes sparkling with the tears she would not shed, she slipped it across the table. Diana opened it. Already wound, it played. Her mind put the words to the tinkling notes from the music box. “You must remember this, A kiss is just a kiss, A smile is just a smile, The fundamental things apply As time goes by.” “We’ll always have Paris, won’t we?” “Yes, always.” Not far from the café terrace, an old porter in a worn blue uniform puffed a cigarette and gazed without interest at the two women holding hands across a table. Friends, he thought. Maybe sisters. Who knows? All day long he had so many people in front of his eyes. With another glance at the two women, he shrugged at no one, puffed the cigarette again and slowly walked away.

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