Suburban Seduction
By Chrissy Larkin
Robin stood underneath the hot, steaming shower and felt her body slowly relax. The water streamed off her head and shoulders, cascading down her back to her smooth round buttocks. Her pale skin, lit up by the light coming through the translucent glass of the shower door, gleamed under the sheen of water, which slipped off her body and slid down the drain.
Automatically, she reached for the shampoo and began washing her long brown hair, but her thoughts were on the dream that enveloped her mind just before waking. Like all dreams it started innocently enough. She had been walking down a street, when something caught her eye and pulled her towards a house. The next moment, she was in a room where women were dancing together, some wore beautiful red dresses while others were dressed as men. The air was hot, sweat was on everyone's brow and the air crackled with sexuality. Not a man was in sight and Robin was mesmerized, watching one woman in particular, wearing a tuxedo, dance seductively with a young woman with flowing blonde hair, her dress swirling, the cleavage of her bosom exposed by the scooped-out front. The two woman had their eyes locked on each other, and both moved with graceful desire. Suddenly, Robin realized her body was being touched by someone's hands. She looked down and saw herself in a tuxedo, looking like Marlene Dietrich, and on her waist were the delicate fingers of another person. When she turned, she found herself looking into the eyes of a gorgeous woman, dressed in a vivid, long flowing red dress. Like the blonde on the dance floor, her bosom was nearly exposed by the daringly low front on the dress. Robin could see little drops of sweat appear in her cleavage as she leaned over to kiss her...
That's when she woke up, her heart beating fast to the beeping of her alarm clock. It took a moment to gather her thoughts and come to grips with the morning's reality. Now, nearly an hour later, with the kids and her husband gone for the day to school and work, she was alone to ponder her dream and its meaning. For weeks now, she had been sensing a sweeping change in herself. The years of sacrificing her own desires and pleasures for the sake of the family and others had reached a turning point. More and more, Robin found herself drifting off into fantasies where all that mattered was her own physical and emotional needs. And more and more, those needs involved a hazy sexual interlude with another woman.
Shampoo soap cascaded down Robin's backside and her front, trickling over her breasts, abdomen and finally between her legs. A soft tickling sensation welled up inside of her, and she instinctively reached down and touched herself. Robin closed her eyes and thought of the woman in her dream, the one whose lips were slightly parted as she leaned over to kiss Robin, the one whose soft curving breasts jutted out from the top of her dress and pressed against her. For the first time in what seemed like decades, Robin began slowly rubbing the lips of her labia. How quickly she became wet -- or was that just the soap and water?
Like in the dream, things happened quickly and soon Robin's fingers were plunging in and out of her moist slit, while the other hand rubbed and pulled her nipples. The lips and breasts of the woman in the dream pressed closer and Robin, almost instinctively, knelt on the floor of the shower to steady herself. As her fingers continued their rhythmic stroking, the middle finger from her other hand slipped behind and began rubbing her snug rosebud in the rear. As her arousal built, Robin finally slipped the finger into anus, triggering a sweeping orgasm, something she hadn't felt for years. Out of control, she moaned deeply, repeating over and over the name of her best friend, Linda.
The next day was hot, so Robin took the kids to the town pool. Near the far corner, away from the crowds of other mothers with children, she saw her friend Linda surrounded by pool chairs, blankets, kids and her babysitter. Robin ambled over and said hello. Linda was tall and slender with curly brown hair and a warm smile. Like Robin, she had two children, one still a toddler. The two woman exchanged hellos and began chatting.
For the first time, Robin found herself really taking in Linda's physical looks. She was envious of her long graceful legs with the pretty calves and graceful ankles. Her skin already had a nice even tan, even though the summer was just beginning, and unlike Robin, Linda's bust was modest sized, despite the fact she was still nursing her youngest child.
Robin wasn't sure if it was the dream she had the other night, or the thoughts the filled her mind when she had masturbated in the shower, but she felt there was a certain chemistry occurring between her and Linda as the day went on. Without making any overtures on her part, Robin noticed how Linda seemed closer and more intimate with her, confiding in certain personal problems, and all the while leaning over, touching Robin's wrist and arm from time to time.
Taking certain cues from Linda's behavior, Robin became somewhat flirtatious with her friend, teasing her and telling jokes, and at certain times, leaning over to expose her breasts and catching Linda's lusty gaze. When Linda's youngest child started to whimper with hunger, she seemed to take her time pulling down the strap of her suit to expose her nipple to the child's mouth. Robin smiled and watched, but inside her mind was filled with thoughts of desire and shame. She shook slightly at the sensuous moment unfolding before her, not quite sure what to make of her feelings of attraction towards Linda.
When the slurping, sucking sound of the nursing baby turned into the steady breathing murmur of a sleeping child, Linda asked the babysitter to watch her slumbering daughter and then invited Robin to take a walk with her. Beyond the pool was a grove of woods with circulating paths. Robin and Linda ambled off, walking and talking under the green glade of oak, spruce and hemlock trees. Linda obviously had something on her mind, but was having troubling expressing herself. Finally, she stopped and picked up Robin's hand and talked of how much she she liked her, really, really liked her.
At this moment, Robin felt the image of her dream spring forth and saw the lips of the woman in the flowing dress about to kiss her. It was the sign she had been waiting for, Robin decided, and with fear and desire, she leaned over and kissed Linda lightly on the mouth. For a fraction of a second, Linda looked shocked, but her feeling soon gave way to a warm smile and she returned the kiss with great passion. For the next several minutes the two women embraced, their hands first stroking each other's back and sides, but then as the passion increased, they touched each other's breasts, buttocks and legs. Finally the pulled slightly apart, gasping and giggling, each aware the other was terribly wet between the legs. But time had run out on their interlude and despite the electrified emotions and pent up desire, they returned to the pool.
"I'm going to a concert tomorrow during the day," said Linda. "Do you think you can join me?"
"I'd love to," replied Robin, her head still swirling from what had happened in the woods. When she got to the pool, she immediately dove in and cooled off.
The concert took place during the day at the town's old theater. It was an amateur production and when Robin arrived the place was about half-full, with most of the people taking the seats close to the stage. Robin started to head towards the front, when she heard her named called. There, in the back row, sat Linda.
As Robin sat down, the lights dimmed and the concert began. Linda and Robin whispered and giggled, their arms touching on the chair rest, their legs occasionally brushing against each other. Linda wore a light jumper, while Robin was dressed in slacks and a shirt. As the first piece began and music filled the room, Robin place her hand on her leg, then slowly she let them swing over till they touched Linda's knee. For several minutes, Robin didn't move and just listened to the music. But her mind was reeling like a school boy's on a first date at the cinema. Despite what had happened yesterday in the woods, Robin still felt a little unsure as far as Linda was concerned. But her desires brushed away any lingering doubts. She had to try again.
Finally, she took the leap and placed her hand on Linda's knee. Linda looked at Robin and smiled. Then to Robin's delight, Linda, hiked up the hem of her dress ever so slightly. Slowly, Robin's hand began to caress Linda's warm thigh, her fingers brushing back and forth, almost in time to the music. But she pushed on. Her hand slid higher up Linda's leg till her fingers could almost feel the warm animal heat that emanated from between Linda's legs.
Linda parted her legs a little wider and, with that signal, Robin placed her fingers delicately on Linda's warmest spot. Expecting to find panties, Robin had first one, then two delightful discoveries. Linda wasn't wearing anything under her dress and was smoothly shaven. Her sex felt as soft as a baby's bottom. Instantly, Linda could feel the warm smooth lips of Linda's labia, already moist and probably swollen red with desire. Back and forth her fingers flicked over Linda's jewels. As Robin caressed with care the clit, she saw Linda's hand go to her mouth and her teeth gently bite down on her knuckles, as if to stifle the painful joy of her caressing fingers.
In a moment or two, Robin's fingers were quite wet and, with some help from Linda, who spread her legs as far as part as possible, Robin began rhythmically plunging her fingers in and out of Linda's hot and very wet vagina. Linda tilted her head back slightly and closed her eyes. As the music from the stage swelled, Linda's breathing intensified and her hips began to roll and buck in the chair, pressing her clit rhythmically against Robin's penetrating fingers. Robin's pulse raced as she felt the moment of truth reach within Linda. Sure enough, a gentle, wet squeezing sensation enveloped Robin's fingers, as Linda clutched the armrest tightly with one hand and bit her knuckles of her other hand even harder.
Applause broke out in the theater as the conductor and the musicians took their bow. Robin slowly withdrew her hand from under Linda's dress and passed the wet fingers in front of her nostrils. The aroma was intoxicating. At that moment Robin leaned over and whispered, "Let's leave now, please."
It seemed like the drive back to Robin's house took forever. Linda followed in her car and soon they were both parked in the drive way. Suddenly, Robin felt nervous. Everything that happened between them occurred with some amount of stealth. Now, they were about to spend time together, in privacy, with no chance of interruption. To calm her nerves, Robin poured herself a glass of wine. Linda joined her. They talked little but rubbed their bare feet against each other on the couch, slowly drinking and watching each other with growing desire.
Finally, Robin led Linda to her bedroom where they kissed passionately for several minutes, their tongues probing each other, their lips almost bruised from the repeated embraces. Slowly their clothes came off and they entered the new world of warm skin, tactile touching and smelling. Linda gently parted Robin's legs and began to explore. Her hands held the cheeks of Robin's rear end, almost kneading them as the raised her pelvis slightly and began to first lightly brush her tongue across the lips of her slit. At the top, protruding from under its pink hood was Robin's quivering clit. Linda rolled it around with her tongue, flicking and toying with it, as Robin moaned quietly. Liquid oozed from the swollen lips as the aroused body responded to Linda's repeated kisses and licks.
As the pleasure within Robin mounted, her bottom, still cupped in Linda's hands, began rocking back and forth with great intensity. Robin gasped for breath and then cried out as the first orgasm wracked her body. Linda, her eyes closed and tongue buried deep inside Robin, felt the muscle-clutching sensation followed by the surprising rush of Robin's juices as they were practically ejaculated out by the ferocity of the climax. Clear liquid dripped down Linda's chin as she continued to lap Robin's clit with great joy. Another orgasm wracked the woman's body and her thighs held Linda's head tightly until the contractions subsided.
Linda slid up across Robin's still-quivering body and held her tightly in her arms.
"I've never experienced anything like that in my life," Robin whispered hoarsely.
"Neither have I," responded Linda with a grin.
The two mothers embraced each other and rested, moving only to kiss and caress each other. Soon, Robin felt the urge to reciprocate and grew more passionate, touching, feeling and caressing Linda's slender, beautiful body. She cupped her friend's breasts in her hands and then teased the brown nipples erect with her tongue. A drop of white liquid appeared and Robin licked it away. Then, as her own children had once done with her breasts, she placed the nipple within her mouth and began to suck gently. Quickly, a stream of warm, nourishing milk flowed forth and Robin swallowed the nectar that came from Linda's breasts.
Linda moaned and stroked Robin's head as she nursed for a while. Finally she pulled away, even though milk continued to drip from the still-engorged nipple. Robin quickly made her way down to Linda's thighs and pelvis. As she guessed, Linda's labial lips were swollen a lovely pink and stood out against her pale skin, without any pubic hair to obscure the view.
As Robin's tongue probed and licked, Linda moaned loudly and murmured how good it felt. Her juices trickled down between her legs and long the crack of her rear. Robin dipped her fingers into Linda's wet sex and then lifted her legs up and back so as to fully expose her puckered anus. It glistened from the wet and when Robin touched it gently with her finger, Linda moaned louder.
It didn't take long before Robin was able to slip her finger up as far as it would go inside Linda's rear. The sensation felt exquisite to Linda, who responded with a tumultuous orgasm that left her gasping for breath. Again the women embraced each other tightly, their bodies rocking and quivering in rapture. Rest was followed by more pleasure until finally time ran out. The afternoon sun shown into Robin's bedroom as the women gently stroked each other, aware that the present encounter had come to an end, but that a new chapter in their lives was about to begin.
The End
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