These writings are facets of my experience and imagination and are wholly fictional. They contain sexually explicit details of encounters with members of the same sex. If you are offended, please do not proceed any further. However, if you wish to make comments after reading these offerings, I would love to read them. I can always be found at wende18@hotmail.com. I would love to read them.
NAUGHTY RED PANTIES by Wende Fields
Part 1
After a long day of frustration and anger, Sheila sat in the dimly lit and smoke-filled lounge sipping her white wine. She had been on the road now for three weeks and was reaching the point of exhaustion from the numerous airplanes and hotel beds that had kept her company during that timeframe. As Sheila sat contemplating her life, she casually noticed an attractive young woman in her middle twenties quietly enter the lounge. Dressed in a low cut red sequined cocktail dress with matching shoes, the young woman presented quite a stunning package. As Sheila looked the anonymous woman from head to toe, she noticed the dark glasses appeared incongruous to the rest of the woman's apparel. Removing them hesitantly, she sauntered over to a vacant booth just beyond Sheila's. As she passed, Sheila's eyes were met with a most intense stair from a pair of sparkling azure eyes that offset the woman's shoulder length auburn hair. She sat quickly at her booth facing Sheila and as she crouched to sit in the confined area, her short dress rode up her legs allowing Sheila an ample view of silky thigh with a flash of red panties. Entranced by this scene, Sheila continued to stare at the stunning woman when presently, the mystery woman put her face in her cupped hands and began sobbing openly.
Curious and touched simultaneously, Sheila could not decide what to do. She asked herself whether to go over to her in order to console the crying woman or remain seated and watch her from afar.
In the end, her emotional side won out and Sheila valiantly arose from her seat and walked over to the sobbing patron and calmly knelt by her side while placing a consoling arm around the woman's shoulders. At the first touch, the crying young woman looked up as if puzzled by the person kneeling beside her.
"I could not help but hear you crying. Is everything all right?" Sheila inquired.
With her sobs subsiding, the mysterious woman in red replied, "Yes, I..."
But before she could finish her sentence, she began sobbing uncontrollably.
"No, I'm not all right! It's my boyfriend..." the woman quietly replied before placing her discolored face in her hands once again.
"What about your boyfriend?" Sheila intoned.
"Did he do that?" Sheila inquired while softly touching the woman's left cheek.
"Yes." Came the reply and instantly Sheila felt she needed to protect this woman from more distressful scenes.
Slowly, Sheila rose from her position and made a motion to have the young woman slide over to allow Sheila to sit beside her in the confined space. As the woman slid over, Sheila sat in the booth where their bare thighs rubbed together briefly. This, in turn, caused the woman's short cocktail dress to rise higher to expose more of her creamy thighs. Glancing downward, Sheila was treated to a scintillating view of more red. Suddenly, Sheila was torn between two distinct feelings. Her motherly needs to protect such an innocent woman from the miseries of life was in conflict with her growing desire for this stunning beauty! Sheila was uncertain how to deal with her emotions, but she knew she must at some point soon.
With her arm around the shoulders of the mystery woman, Sheila leaned her head toward "Ms red panties". In doing so, Sheila was able to glimpse the object causing her increased arousal. As Sheila sat consoling her new friend, she secretly glanced at the remaining parts of the woman's body. Sheila was impressed with the girl's overall appearance. She was tall, approximately 5 feet 7 inches, with long lithe limbs. While her breasts were large and full, they were not overly large. Sheila thought they filled the woman's low-cut cocktail dress quite nicely. After several minutes, the woman's sobbing abated enough for Sheila to ask her name.
"Gale, Gale Storm", she replied through the beginning of a series of hiccups.
"Gale, I'm glad to meet you", Sheila replied holding out her hand in preparation of a handshake.
Grasping Gale's dainty hand after removing her arm from around Gale's shoulder, Sheila felt warmth she had not felt in some time. Though Gale's eyes were red from the emotions earlier, her face beamed as she held Sheila's hand. Seconds passed and Sheila had an overwhelming urge to kiss Gale on those pouty lips of hers.
As she leaned in, Gale sensed Sheila was about to do something and suddenly blurted out, "I need a glass of wine!"
With the spell broken, Sheila said, "I think I'll join you, if you don't mind."
Spying their waitress nearby, Sheila motioned and the waitress sauntered over to their booth.
"I'll have a glass of white wine," said Sheila in a friendly tone.
"I'll have the same," echoed Gale.
After the waitress brought the drinks, the two girls engaged in small talk though each remembered the spell between them cast only moments before. As the conversation continued more wine was consumed and soon it was apparent that Gale was feeling quite inebriated by the incessant boisterous laughter and louder than normal talking. Sheila, on the other hand, was feeling quite lucid and casually suggested the two of them leave and go to her apartment for a nightcap.
Sheila arose from the confining space of the booth and prepared to help Gale extricate herself from the booth. As Sheila placed her right arm underneath Gale's, her hand inadvertently brushed Gale's right breast. Seizing the opportunity, Sheila gave a gentle squeeze and Gale's eyes widened at the sexual overture. However, she remained passive and allowed Sheila to continue to put gentle pressure on her breast. As the two women negotiated the aisle, Gale's feet became tangled and she almost fell completely. Had it not been for Sheila's quick reaction and her arm being underneath Gale's, both women would have been sent sprawling on the smooth floor. As Gale regained her balance, she laughed at the incident in order to hide the fact she was drunk and that she was somewhat embarrassed for appearing so in public.
Once out in the cool fresh air of evening, Gale's head began to clear slightly, but she was finding it difficult to walk in a normal gait. With Sheila's assistance, they were able to travel the half block to Sheila's car where Gale slumped against it for support. After unlocking and opening the car door, Sheila helped Gale into the passenger's side front seat. Sheila closed the door, then walked around and entered the driver's side. Pausing then glancing at Gale who was slumped against the passenger door began to formulate a plan in her mind.
Engaging the transmission, Sheila drove quickly to her apartment a mere fifteen minutes from the establishment they had just left. Fortunately for Sheila her apartment was on the ground floor and it took a little effort to extricate Gale from the car and guide her into the dark apartment entranceway. Fumbling with her purse, Sheila tossed it unceremoniously on a nearby chair and then all but dragged Gale to the couch where she was gently lowered until that curvaceous butt of Gale's nestled softly into the forgiving couch.
As Gale's weight settled, her short dress rode up higher on her creamy thighs affording Sheila a more enticing view of Gale's smooth skin. Shifting her legs slightly, Gale's dress crawled up her legs still further and a hint of red could be seen between her legs. Oblivious to all of this in her inebriated state, Gale's head rolled to the side and she fell completely over onto her left side. With her feet planted on the floor and her torso in an awkward position, Gale mumbled something incoherent to Sheila. Sheila sat beside Gale and placed her arms around Gale's shoulders in order to bring her to an upright sitting position. As she did so, once again Sheila's hands came in contact with Gale's ample breasts and she took the opportunity to give a gentle squeeze. The firmness and size impressed Sheila and she became a bit jealous as her own breast size was lacking. Sheila once again mumbled something, but this time some of the words were clearly understood.
"Wha ur ya doin? Don be playin wif my boobies!" Gale slurred.
Of course the last two words were quite clear to Sheila who immediately stopped her manipulation of Gale's breasts. She immediately decided on another tact.
"Why don't I go and fix us another drink and then we can relax and talk some more?" Sheila intoned over her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen.
Retrieving two glasses from the shelf, she poured some whiskey in to one of them and filled it with ice and cola, while the other she filled with ginger ale and ice. Once done, she walked back in to the living room and handed the glass containing the darker liquid to Gale, then held hers up in a mock toast and said, "To us!" Gale, seeing the other woman drink from her glass, felt compelled to do the same. She took a long drink of the potent liquid then shuttered. Sheila, seeing an opportunity, took the place next to Gale who had remained sitting on the couch.
"Tell me again, does your boyfriend hit you like that often?" Sheila quietly asked.
Raising her left hand to her cheek and eye, Gale said defensively, "He doesn't hit me except when he is angry at me."
"Well, if it were I, I wouldn't put up with him hitting me at all," Sheila retorted angrily.
"No man has the right to hit another woman--ever," Sheila continued.
And as she quietly spoke, she moved closer to Gale and casually placed her arm around Gale's shoulder. Gale, seeing the strength in Sheila's argument, began to sob quietly. Seconds later, her sobs became louder and more pronounced, then she cradled her head on Sheila's shoulder. Sheila, in response, wrapped both of her arms around Gale in an awkward bear hug. Their heads came together and suddenly Sheila's lips grazed Gale's in a hesitant kiss. Looking deeply into Gale's eyes, Sheila leaned toward Gale and brought her lips in contact with Gale's. This time the kiss lasted for almost a minute. Sheila emboldened by Gale's seeming acceptance of Sheila's kiss, allowed her tongue to exert slight pressure on Gale's lips in an effort to gain entrance to her oral cavity. Gale, in turn, reacted to Sheila's tongue and separated her lips slightly thus permitting Sheila's tongue entrance to her mouth. As if touched by electricity, Gale jerked her head backward separating their lips and breaking the kiss.
"What's wrong?" Sheila innocently inquired.
"I'm not that kind of girl. I've never done that before," Gale stammered.
"What kind of girl do you mean?" continued Sheila in that innocent tone.
"You know, a les..." Gale could not seem to bring herself to say the word.
"Oh, you mean a lesbian?" Sheila practically shouted. "Well, if it will put your mind at ease, I'm not a lesbian either. I like a good hard cock as well as the next girl. It's just that you are attractive and seemed to be in need of reassurance. Besides, your lips looked so inviting. So, I wanted to kiss you and I thought you wanted the same." Sheila quietly explained.
At this point, Sheila would have said most anything to be able to kiss that delicious mouth of Gale's once more.
"Well, since you put it like that..." Gale left the sentence unfinished.
As she was saying that, Gale licked her lips unconsciously in an erotic manner that was not missed by Sheila's eyes.
"Did you find my kiss objectionable?" Sheila questioned.
"Well, well, no!" Gale shot back quickly, almost too quickly.
"Good. Would you like to try it again?" Sheila added.
As if weighing her answer, Gale paused then nodded her head almost imperceptibly. With that nod, Gale closed her eyes and that was the signal Sheila had been waiting for these past moments.
Leaning toward Gale, Sheila could feel the warm breath and smell the intoxicating sweetness of the liquor emanating from Gale as their lips finally met. As their lips lightly touched, Sheila's tongue once again began a slow lick around the outside of Gale's lips before insinuating slowly into her warm mouth. As if on cue, Gale moaned softly into Sheila's mouth which in turn signaled to Sheila Gale's true feelings about the kiss. As their lips ground together and their tongues dueled inside one another's mouth, Gale began to moan more loudly. As their kissing became more animated, Sheila's hand slid up toward Gale's neck to caress her lightly. This action brought additional moaning and suddenly Gale began falling backward and came to rest against the couch's armrest on her right side. As she fell, her dress slipped further up her thighs to expose all of Gale's tanned legs and the red panty covered juncture between them.
Breathing heavily now, Gale struggled to regain her balance by sitting upright, but that only seemed to cause her dress to hike up further. Soon it was gathered at her waist and her awareness of the situation gradually became apparent to her. Breaking away momentarily, Sheila began removing her clothing beginning with her blouse. As she continued to unbutton it, Gale's face appeared concerned.
Noting Gale's expression, Sheila asked, "What's wrong?"
"Why are you taking off your blouse?"
"I want to be more comfortable and I don't want my clothes wrinkled," Sheila replied. "Why don't you do the same?" Sheila asked. "You can leave those naughty red panties on if it would make you feel more at ease," she continued.
"Are you going to do anything?" Gale asked timidly.
"Do anything? Like what do you have in mind? I'm not going to rape you if that is what you think," Sheila explained in a voice denoting her perturbation.
"Weren't you just now trying to seduce me?"
Laughing, Sheila said, "Seduce you? So what if I was? I find you extremely attractive and very sexy."
As she was saying this, her eyes purposely traveled up and down Gale's body in a very lurid manner.
"Don't tell me you've never been with another woman before," Sheila practically shouted.
Sheepishly, Gale looked down at her partially separated legs, while fumbling with the lace hem of her panties and said, "No."
"Well, I just want you to feel comfortable here. I promise I won't do anything to you that you don't want. I will go very slowly so that you will feel at ease the whole time. Besides, wouldn't it be nice just to sit here and cuddle and kiss for awhile?" Sheila explained. Without waiting for an answer, Sheila moved closer to Gale and reached around behind her to unsnap the clasp holding her dress in place. Freeing the clasp, she next drew the zipper down in one smooth motion. Since the dress was hiked up very high, it was easier to slip the dress over Gale's head as opposed to letting it drop to the floor to step out of it. Grasping the dress with both hands, Sheila slipped the dress over Gale's head and tossed the slightly wrinkled dress toward the other couch.
"No, don't wrinkle it any more than it already is!" Gale shouted as she stood to retrieve the wrinkled dress, then smooth it out to lay it gently on the seat back.
Watching Gale's ample bosom shake even though encased in a bra as she rushed over to her dress, Sheila smiled to herself at such a prize! Once Gale was satisfied over the placement and condition of her beautiful dress, she turned and walked back to the couch both women had occupied earlier. Patting the seat beside her, Sheila indicated to Gale where to sit. As Gale sat close to Sheila, she felt both excited and afraid at the same time. She was excited about this new adventure, but afraid of the unknown and the stigma of being labeled a lesbian. She told herself that she was just there having a drink with a friend and nothing else. She did not have time to think of the events just preceding that moment because Sheila did not give her the opportunity to think over the recent events. For at that moment, Sheila wrapped both her arms around Gale in a tight hug-like embrace and placed her lips on Gale's with a light feathery touch. As Sheila's lips pressed against Gale's, she protruded her tongue to insinuate it into Gale's welcoming mouth. Once again an almost inaudible moan escaped Gale as she returned the kiss passionately. Gale had no idea what had come over her for no man with this much passion and warmth had ever kissed her before. Those soft lips of Sheila's and that magical tongue alone were arousing her sexual needs and that confused her. Caught up with the arousal of the moment, Gale rode the tide of awakened sexual need and responded to those warm lips and insinuating tongue. As she opened her mouth wider, Gale's tongue searched every nook and cranny. Their tongues danced together in first one mouth, then the other back and forth in a struggle for lingual dominance. During this French kissing marathon, Sheila's hand began to slide imperceptibly between Gale's thighs and start a slow rubbing motion with intent to resume the seduction. Sheila became a bit more aggressive in her attack on the area between Gale's smooth thighs. As such, Gale's legs parted with each renewed stroke of Sheila's fingers. Soon, Gale felt Sheila's fingers rubbing the very edge of those naughty red panties until they brushed lightly across the panty covered moistness that was Gale's slit. The more Sheila rubbed that area between Gale's thighs, the more wetness that was produced. Soon, Gale was moaning while her hips were reciprocating slowly in time with Sheila's rubbing motion.
Gale could feel herself becoming very hot! Quickly, she gave up all pretext of resistance and succumbed to Sheila's calculated advances. Gale had never been seduced in such an erotic manner as this before. With her thoughts flowing wildly in her brain, Gale could not remember feeling so aroused. The juncture between her legs was on fire and she needed some type of relief! Those insistent fingers were doing nothing to satiate the "itch" she felt down there. In fact, the opposite was the case here. Those fingers and Sheila's warm soft lips and tongue did nothing but ignite the flame inside her. As she was thinking this, those naughty red panties were being rolled down and pulled off Gale's hips. As though she were an automaton, Gale raised her hips in cooperation then she felt the cool air against her hot skin. As if in a dream, her favorite, but very moist panties were removed completely and tossed haphazardly in a bundle onto the floor. Then her bra magically disappeared. How did these things happen without her being consciously aware of them? Her brain struggled to rationalize those thoughts, but to no avail. The fog of arousal had enshrouded every bit of her brain with the exception of that which controlled animal lust. That appeared to be working all too well.
As the two women continued to writhe in lurid fashion on the couch, a glistening sheen of perspiration could be seen forming on the two nearly naked bodies. Only vaguely aware of Sheila's roaming fingers now with so many sexual stimuli invading her senses, Gale suddenly could feel something invading her womanhood now drenched with sexual secretions. Several fingers were now worming their way, with an audible squishing sound, into that pit between her legs. As the sound invaded her sense of hearing, her sense of lust was heightened another level. Gale had felt things in her pussy before, but those fingers seemed to have a mind and knowledge of every nerve ending inside her seething pit. In and out those fingers continued to slowly piston and with each new stroke her lust and moans increased.
As if in a trance, Gale leaned back and opened her legs in order for her attacker to have better access to that area of her body now producing those wondrous feelings. As she did this, Sheila began a different tact and began kissing her way down Gale's hot body. Once she came within a few inches of Gale's hot slot, Sheila increased her tongue action and licked her way to the top of Gale's slit that housed her throbbing clit. When Sheila's tongue came in contact with Gale's enlarged nubbin, it was as though electricity had been introduced there. That magical tongue circled Gale's throbbing clit, then gently stabbed at it, which produced more erotic feelings for Gale. She felt as though she were being overwhelmed with lustful sensations. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. The aroma of sex filled the air while sounds of eroticism echoed in the sparsely furnished bedroom. That ever- present tongue continued its journey around Gale's clit, then reversed its course and began a slow agonizing sojourn toward her gaping maw. Suddenly the tongue was inside Gale seeking every sensual nerve ending. Licking, stabbing, sucking. That tongue would not stop! Oh, how she wanted to cum, but her arousal was too great. She had to concentrate on something other than her arousal. Try as she might, she could not readjust her concentration on something other than that tongue and those searching fingers.
Just then, she felt something very different. Her legs were being lifted and separated, while Sheila's left arm encircled Gale's right thigh. Sheila's thumb on her left hand began a slow methodical strumming of Gale's engorged clit. However, that incessant tongue traveled farther down her body toward her back crease. Instantly, she felt something never experienced before. Gale's sensitive clit being manipulated in such a fashion by Sheila produced a series of shivers. Then of course, there was that tongue licking its way toward and inside Gale's back crease. At that new sensation, her arousal increased a hundred-fold. Sheila's tongue continued its march toward the eventual prize. As the tongue drew nearer, Gale unconsciously opened her legs still more, which in turn separated her girlish cheeks. She could feel the tongue and instinctively knew it was headed straight for her back passage. She had never had anything penetrate her there save her finger on one occasion as she rubbed salve to help soothe an irritation back there. At the moment of contact with her anal ring, Gale moaned quite loudly, followed by a long mournful gasp. The tongue circled Gale's anal ring several times before attempting to enter. Sheila paused only a second before stiffening her tongue and then seductively penetrated Gale's warm back passage. As the tongue began to enter, Gale relaxed and her sphincter muscle seemed to grab Sheila's tongue and suddenly suck it into the relaxed opening as far as the tongue muscles permitted. The sensations of that tongue inside her passage were beyond anything Gale could ever describe. Gale could feel Sheila's tongue exploring the buttery smooth walls of her ass. While at the same time, Sheila felt Gale's sphincter muscles tugging at her tongue in an attempt to draw it in further.
"Oh, that feels so good! Oh, that feels good! Oh!" was all Gale could mange to moan in between those wondrous waves of erotic sensations she was having.
Gale suddenly wanted that tongue to be a foot long to penetrate her further. Seconds passed and as if on cue, Sheila began sliding her tongue back and forth in a slow pistoning motion. This, in turn, produced new erotic sensations. The slight roughness of Sheila's tongue combined with the smoothness of Gale's rear hole sent Gale into another series of spasms. Suddenly, with a force that greatly surprised her, Gale orgasmed, as she had not done so before. It began as a small tremor and grew quickly into a raging volcano. Gale heard a breathless voice saying, "Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" as she languished in such lascivious sensations.
This continued for several minutes before those sensations gradually lessened as Gale, slumped rag doll-like on the couch, moaned continuously at the slow piston-like movements of Sheila's tongue. Lying motionless on that couch with Sheila, Gale felt every muscle of hers was paralyzed as she radiated in the afterglow of that seismic orgasm.
"Where did you ever learn to do that?" Gale struggled with her words and suddenly feeling some embarrassment with her nakedness and the fact someone had just done something so fantastic, yet to her so personal.
Lying beside her on the tiny couch, Sheila turned her face toward Gale and brought her lips to Gale's in a languid kiss. Gale could detect the spicy delicious anal flavor of herself on Sheila's lips and that excited her further.
As the kiss ended, Sheila said in a sexy voice, "I was hoping you might enjoy that. I only do that for someone I truly like. And I've grown to like you from this chance encounter tonight."
Several seconds passed before Sheila continued to say, "I'll bet you never suspected that part of your body was so sensitive. I know that part of mine is very sensitive and I love to have my ass treated in those special ways. Once we have rested a bit, perhaps we can find something more we both enjoy." Sheila added with a giggle.
Sheila's arm casually dropped to the floor where her hand came in contact with something damp. Grasping it in her hand, she brought it up toward her, suddenly recognizing Gale's garment. Bringing it close to her face, she grinned in the dim light as she remembered the wicked seduction of Gale. And as those very recent erotic memories came flooding back to her, she was able to recognize the unmistakable aroma of Gale's womanly essence from those naughty red panties!
To be continued...