This story is called An Alternative Episode and is a story of lesbian sex between two adult consenting women.
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AN ALTERNATIVE EPISODE
Sometimes I find myself day dreaming about what might have been if I hadn't met Madeline. For one thing I don't think I would be in this state of almost permanent arousal. I see her so infrequently these days that if I relied on her solely for relief it would be months in between sexually satisfying encounters. Of recent times I've been exchanging messages with a girl who's now told me that she isn't a straight out lesbian but that she's a bi girl.
Thinking back to when I was married I know that as much as my former husband wanted sex I wanted it just as much. But, since he cheated on me I've only had sex with other women and frankly I've not been disappointed, satisfaction, as they say in the advertisements, is guaranteed. Of course Madeline is my favourite partner but when she's away or otherwise engaged I have to rely on myself for my satisfaction and relief. So the question is should I widen the net and go looking for another partner.
Whilst I'm not particularly looking I do see some very nice women taking their children to school so I guess that most of them are married. I need to be careful though as I understand that eastern Europeans of the orthodox faiths wear their wedding rings on their right hands. Not that I give it much thought but perhaps Asians wear theirs on their right hands too. There are some very delectable Asians bringing their kids to school and I've chatted with one, don't know if she's given me her real name or whether it's one she'd rather be known by. She calls herself Min Tran and her daughter is in the same class as my young twins. We met at the school gate and chatted for a while and then went our separate ways when the kids came out. But, since then we've chatted for a few minutes each day before we break up and the other day she asked me if I could give her a lift, she had to go to a store in the opposite direction to where she lived. It wasn't a problem and once we'd got the kids in the back of the car we went to this shop specialising in Asian vegetables. Whilst I've tasted some before I haven't tasted an awful lot but this part of Australia is about the same distance south of the equator as Vietnam is north of it so growing conditions are comparable. Fortunately for the Australian agricultural industry the seasons are reversed, summer in Vietnam is winter in northern Australia and vice versa which means the Australian industry can fill the vacancy left by the Vietnamese winter and supply vegetables there.
Min (every time I hear her name I have to chuckle thinking of one of the Goon Show characters, a British comedy show from years ago) bought some vegies that frankly looked awful but she assured me they were very nice. She also persuaded me to buy some fruit, again it didn't look very palatable but I decided to give it a go. So, Min was even further from her home than before but it wasn't a problem to run them back home. She invited us in for a cup of tea and when it came I had to prevent myself from making strangulation noises, it wasn't to my taste at all. However, I managed to not make a "show" of myself.
She showed me how to prepare some of the vegetables and fruit and I must say when treated as Min treated them the aroma was, in most cases, quite pleasant. I wouldn't say that they would begin to form part of my regular diet but occasionally they could be quite nice. I suppose the real effect of the afternoon was that Min and I now seemed to have started a friendship and I was becoming very attached to her, not sexually yet but just as a very nice friend.
The kids liked her and they decided that they would call her auntie Min. Seeing that she didn't mind, her little girl, strangely called Alice, decided that if my kids could call her auntie Min then so would she. It was difficult to explain that she couldn't call her own mother "auntie" but arguing with a child is sometimes counter productive so we settled on her calling me auntie Erica.
Both of us complained about the weather especially the humidity and how it made everything cling to you. I could see that her dress, whatever a Vietnamese dress is called, was clinging to her showing off her little bottom but not her breasts. In line with most other Asian women she didn't have an awful lot to show but then again neither did I. However, the continual shaking of her dress to try and create a breeze was making her dress move further along her thighs with every shake. The question crossed my mind, as it had as a schoolgirl, did Asian women's pussies go from "north to south" as mine did or did it go "east to west" as I'd heard the boys at school laughing about.
Unconsciously I'd started to chuckle to myself and when she'd asked me to let her in on the joke I couldn't tell her. She'd persisted, however, and once I was sure she wouldn't be offended I told her what was in my mind. Rather than being offended she thought it was an enormous joke and immediately lifted her dress and showed me. Goodness, it was the prettiest little thing I'd ever seen with not a hair to be seen. Being of a very slight physique it appeared smaller than mine and when she laughed and said that Asian girls wondered whether Anglo- Saxon or other European women went "east to west" we'd both laughed out loud. Well she said, you've seen mine so how about letting me see yours. I don't think many women get requests like that so I thought this woman is not behind the door when it comes to coming forward but I just giggled such a little girl laugh and said that I was wearing panties. That's OK she'd said, just pull them to one side and I can see you then.
She was quite straight to the point when she said that you've seen mine so let me see yours. I'd hesitantly pulled my skirt up for her to see but she was adamant that seeing my panties was not showing her my pussy. It was Min that had reached over and pulled my panties out of the way and as she had her fingertips had grazed my pussy. You know how sensitive I am down there so I'd flinched when she touched me and when she pulled my panties aside to get a closer look at the real thing she'd pursed her lips and said something in Vietnamese that I'd presumed meant something like "fuck, what a lovely pussy". Whereas I'd turned my eyes away from her pussy when I'd seen it Min certainly didn't turn her eyes away from mine and her stares had made me very nervous but more than that she'd probably noticed some moisture on my pussy lips. If she hadn't she wasn't very observant but she couldn't have failed to see it, her hand was still holding my panties out of the way.
I hadn't known what to do, should I pull her hand away? Should I close my legs? Should I do what I would have done with Madeline and close my eyes almost as an invitation to penetrate me with at least one of her fingers. But, as you know, it had been ages since I'd seen Madeline so that was a thought that had only tortured me. I had a finger so close to me and I knew that its penetration would lead me to heaven.
I'm not sure whether it had been Min that had parted my legs just a little further or whether, as an act of involuntary submission, I'd opened them myself. Notwithstanding who had done it I found myself wishing that she'd slide it in and thankfully she hadn't waited for an invitation, she'd slid one finger, oh so tiny, in my pussy. I think that had been when I had given myself away as I think I sighed for her and slid a little further down on the seat. Without a kiss or a touch on my breast she'd teased my pussy with just one finger before pulling it out and saying that the humidity in this part of Australia was killing her. She'd complained about getting skin problems with continually sweating and she even had problems keeping her pussy dry.
How could she do that, she'd got me to the verge of an orgasm then pulled her finger out of my pussy and just walked away to start peeling vegetables. Was I that ugly that she didn't want to finish me off or did she have another reason, perhaps she was married and her husband would have been expected home shortly. I was confused by her actions and if she'd left the room I'd have taken care of myself but she was stood over by the sink as unconcerned as she could possibly be.
Nothing else was going to happen as far as I could see so there seemed to be no point in hanging around any further. I'd stood and called my kids to come inside and we'd be going home. Of course they didn't come in without complaining but I was firm with them and we were out the door and getting in the car. Min came round to the driver's side and ignoring the kids who were chattering away to Alice she kissed me again and this time directly on the lips. Nothing more came of the kiss except a little smile. Was it a smile that said you've given yourself away Erica? If I had I was very disappointed not to have got something more from her, perhaps if she'd wanted she could have touched my breast, the kids wouldn't have seen it, they'd been far too busy chattering away to Alice.
As I went to drive away Min had said, in her sweet little Vietnamese voice, "oh, Elica, glib me your mobile phone numma" (not meaning to be nasty but that's how it sounded to me) it could be handy for either of us if something goes wrong perhaps with the kids. As I'd gone to write it down on a pad she'd stood very close to me with the car door open and her hand had been on my knee. When I'd given her the paper with the number she'd kissed me again and her hand had slid just a little further along my leg. As I drove away she'd given me smile, I wondered for ages what it had meant, but she'd just waved leaving me in a quandary and letting my imagination run wild with her holding me down on the bed and kissing me and feeling my breasts.
There are times when I think to myself that I'm not a very good mother, a woman is nice to me and I've practically got my panties down around my ankles with the kids almost within arms length. What on earth am I thinking of? Perhaps it was because she was "exotic" being Vietnamese, I couldn't think of any other reason or at least not just then.
As the weeks passed Min and I had seen a lot of each other meeting at the school gates, driving to the vegetable store and returning to her house for afternoon tea so we'd began to feel really easy with each other. I noticed that she'd often looked at my breasts and I'd felt that my legs were interesting to her. She hadn't made any remarks but I'd felt her glances whenever I'd crossed my legs and I'd suspected that she'd either seen my panties or wished she'd seen them. Frankly I'd been beginning to feel as though nothing would happen but one afternoon she'd asked me if I was curious about her. I'd been curious since the first time we'd met and she went on to tell me that after her family had escaped from Vietnam they'd been near an air force base and the people at the base hadn't had much to entertain them. Consequently, the men had gone looking for women and the women had, well what could they do, there are brothels for men but women have to find their own relief. But, she'd said, she'd found a way to entertain the women at the base. She'd gone to a restaurant near the base one night and one of the male members of the service had approached her for a "good time" but she'd rejected him. Being more than a little drunk he'd "mouthed off at her" using some not very nice language and a female military policewoman had threatened to throw him out.
Apparently Min had told the policewoman that she was quite capable of taking care of herself and when the policewoman had offered to escort her out of the restaurant she'd taken the policewoman's hand and let her lead her outside. Being a very resourceful woman, when they got outside Min had kissed her and despite the policewoman's protests she'd returned the kiss. So, Min had taken the policewoman, Nancy, behind the restaurant and unfastened her trousers, lowered them to the ground and proceeded to kiss her pussy. Nancy, far from being surprised, had held Min to her and started thrusting her hips at her until she practically fell to the ground with her pussy firmly attached to Min's mouth and even then Min had not let go.
When she'd finished orgasming Nancy had said oh my, that was wonderful, can I bring one of my friends to meet you and they'd agreed to meet the next evening somewhere quiet. As promised Min had been waiting for Nancy and her friend Carol and taking their hands she'd led them to a room she'd rented behind a shop. No fees had been discussed at this time but Nancy having had the pleasure of Min's attentions the previous evening let Carol have the first go. Suffice it to say that Min had apparently fucked them both silly before they parted.
Both of the women had been delighted with Min's services (I'm only repeating what Min told me) and they'd said they could organise quite a number of service women who wanted this kind of attention. Things had been looking up for Min and as a result of the increase in custom she'd rented a shop of her own. When I say "things had been looking up" I mean anything was better than nothing and prior to meeting the women Min had been on the verge of starvation. The women had found her talents awesome and although, of course, she couldn't satisfy them all they'd at last found somewhere where they could look after each other in privacy and Min introduced some other young women to the business.
In just a few short months Min had stopped servicing servicewomen and left that to her staff that she had medically examined on a regular basis. Her bank balance had, so she'd said, started to grow quite nicely and the only women that Min serviced were Nancy and Carol who, now being friends, were charged at a special rate if at all.
She'd explained to the girls that she wanted to get out of South East Asia and into one of the western countries and Nancy made the suggestion that perhaps Australia could be the right place for her. She understood and had experienced the climate in northern Australia and found it to be quite similar to South East Asia but she had no idea how to go about getting there.
One thing that I've found about Min is that she's resourceful and she'd pulled a few strings with "favours" and threats to important people and she and her little daughter, who'd been kept concealed from everybody, had soon been on their way. Where the daughter had come from I've never found out, it's been her secret since I've met her. But, I've got off the track here a little but it did explain how she learned how to torment and tease women. Was she continuing with her talents here with me or was she just not interested in me?
We'd continued to meet on a regular basis to talk outside school, to shop and to drink tea together but nothing further had come of it. I'd become very disappointed with her because besides liking her as a friend I did indeed fancy her. She was so much different to any other woman I'd met, most women who were interested in other women would come straight out and say so. Madeline had picked me up when she was only sixteen and it had she that had taught me most of what I know about lesbian sex. If it came to thrills she was the one that had given me most of them with her absolute dominance over me. If Min was interested why didn't she make an advance on me?
This had gone on for several more weeks when I despaired of it ever happening. One afternoon when we sat for our regular cup of tea she'd touched me in one of those familiar ways, her hand just brushing my bottom and the smile when she did was delicious. I'd thought the next time she does that I'm going to grab her hand and stick it under my skirt. These thoughts had been running through my head and mind and she took me completely by surprise when she'd said to me "are you ready for me to fuck you now". I'm been ready for weeks but been too frightened to tell her and now here she was asking me if I was ready. Frankly I nearly swallowed my tongue and as I'd answered I was tripping over my tongue speaking "gibberish" as I'd said "oh yes, I've been ready since I first met you". There are some rules she'd said and "the most important one is that you get it when I say you can have it. Is that acceptable?" what could I say? Here she was offering to give me what I'd wanted and now she'd given me the chance to get it.
"Well", she'd said, "is that acceptable"? I `d only muttered, "yes of course". "Tomorrow I will find someone to mind the kids and I'll bring you here and take you into my secret chamber". That had worried me, what on earth could be in her secret chamber but she'd gone on to assure me that there was nothing to be frightened of and she'd taken me into a room that I hadn't realised existed. It was very Asian, not that I knew what "really Asian" looked like but it was as I would have imagined an Asian room to look.
She'd sat me on the bed and taking out a "thing" from a cupboard she'd shown me what she liked. Frankly it was a monster and for such a little woman to say she could take that frightened the life out of me. Would she expect me to take all of that? That was as far as we went that afternoon except for the kiss on the bed as she sat me down on the edge of the mattress. She'd slipped her hand inside my dress and twisted my nipple, turning it clockwise and then counter clock wise before just dragging her hand out from the top of my dress and pushing it under my skirt and pulling my panties down at the front. As I started to move my bottom to let her get to me easier she'd just pushed her stiffened finger against my panties and pushed it and the silky material of my panties inside my pussy. Lots of hot fluid were let loose on my panties and I was sure that some of it had leaked through onto her finger. I must have been right because she pushed her finger as far into her throat as she could and made such a sucking noise that I almost wet my panties.
My god, she'd done it again, got my pussy wet and moved away from me. I'd waited hoping that she'd return but she went into the kitchen and continued dealing with vegetables. I'm sorry but I couldn't wait and I stood in front of her and masturbated while she calmly peeled potatoes. As my creamy "cum" spurted from my pussy she calmly pushed my hand out of the way and collected some of my "cum" on her hand and bringing it up to her mouth and nose she'd sniffed it just like a wine connoisseur sniffing wine before tasting it. I fully expected her to try and swirl it around the palm of her hand but she did what I'd wanted her to do for ages and she licked it off her palm. Um, she'd said, that's tasty but I wasn't interested in her comments I wanted her to give me some to "eat" but she'd kept it all to herself.
Turning her back to me she'd said I think you'd better get dressed Erica the kids will be in soon. I was devastated, I was propping up the sink absolutely exhausted but I would have willingly continued if she'd shown any real interest in me.
Unfortunately, she hadn't shown any more interest in me but when the kids had come inside she'd taken me out to the car and as before she'd come around to my side and as I sat in the driving seat she slid her hand under me between my skirt and my bottom touching my anus as she did. I'd reached out to touch her but she'd moved just that little bit that took her too far away from me to touch her pussy but she did relent a little and moved until she had my hand on her breast. With that she'd given me a tongue kiss and said see you again tomorrow Erica and we may just play a little more if I feel like it. "IF I FEEL LIKE IT", how much more could this woman tease me but my mind had raced back to her servicing other women and from what she'd told me driven them crazy with her tongue and fingers.
I'd began to think that it would never happen but even if it was only once I'd at least have felt her skills taking me to the brink and leaving me there temporarily. I'd been prepared to wait until she was ready to take me there again and again and again before eventually letting me explode inside and spew "cum" all over her preferably wetting her face to let her know that I had my own way of punishing her. But, it hadn't been punishing her had it? She'd been overjoyed to think that she, this little Vietnamese refugee had driven one of those physically bigger whites absolutely crazy in exactly the same way that she'd done it to those lady sailors so may years ago.
But how did she do it? Rather than have me on the bed she'd pulled out a bench of the kind that we'd had in the gym at school. It had been about 8 or 10 inches wide so that when she'd lay me on it my legs dangled over the side so only my body had been supported. With my legs dangling my pussy was wide open or had been when she'd taken my panties off and she'd pulled me right to the end so that she could kneel at the end on the floor and put my thighs over her shoulders. Of course that had put my pussy exactly where she'd wanted it and with her well practiced tongue, it had been inside of quite a few lady sailors pussies, she driven it deep inside me with her lips hitting against my pussy lips like a speeding train ramming against the buffers when it over shoots it's stop.
She was damned good with her mouth and when her lips went to work on my loose flesh alongside my pussy sucking me into her mouth I knew that I'd have bruises in the morning so I had to make sure I had my shower alone rather than with one of the kids. I'd rather hoped that by then she'd have used her fingers on me and parted my lips so she could look inside and see all the really interesting bits lodged in there. But, no, she continued on with her mouth sucking me even further from my pussy and the sensation had been something that I'd never felt before and I couldn't be sure that I'd ever want it again but, it was successful. I'd been moaning and groaning and pressing my pussy against her little Vietnamese mouth, that oh so pretty and talented mouth.
I knew I was about to "cum" when I felt the first of those tremors that felt something like the way I get when I've got a chill and the cold strikes straight through me but I'd never had a tremor like this before. I could feel my hips lifting me up to meet her mouth even more but she moved her lips to my clit and sucked it in to her mouth as hard as she could and without a doubt the push that sent her fingers inside me were as hard as anything I'd felt before. My pussy gushed and quivered so she must have felt it on her lips and as I started to ease myself back onto the bench she sat back and smiled at me saying don't tell me that you've had a better fuck than that before.
I couldn't answer just yet, I couldn't get my breath and as my breathing started to slow and my heart stopped pounding in my chest I'd heard this awful noise in my head and thought perhaps I'd had a heart attack but after a few seconds I realised what it was. Damn and blast, of all things to happen, the alarm clock was ringing it's fool head off and all of this excitement had been no more than a dream. The bed however, had been very wet and the bed clothes had been all tangled up so it must have been an excellent dream but one thing was for sure I'd feel very embarrassed when I met Min the next time outside the school.