The following is a sexually explicit story of a true lesbian encounter. If that offends you, or you are under 18, you should go elsewhere. If you enjoy it, I would be glad to hear from you. Please e-mail me at sarahsweet38@yahoo.com.
Under the Spell of Grace 1 by Sarah Palm
I was 32, on a business trip to Atlanta for a convention during a hot summer. I was staying at a nice hotel near, but not at, the site of the convention. I was happily married at the time, and had recently returned to the working world after my first child reached first grade age. I had no prior experience with other women, other than one night of drunken silliness with a friend in college. While I felt those days were behind me, I confess to often feeling a small private thrill at the thought of sex between women, or upon seeing such scenes in the pornos my husband and I occasionally watched. But it was my little secret, and as a wife and mom, I never expected to act upon it.
To paint a picture, I am 5'7, 130 lbs, with 34B breasts, trim, with long strawberry-blonde hair, still with freckles across the bridge of my nose and cheeks. I have an athletic build, and keep in shape with swimming and tennis.
I arrived at the hotel early in the day, on a weekday prior to the start of the convention. I left my luggage at the front desk and did a little shopping in the morning. When I returned, I checked in and went to my room. It was lovely, with sun filtering in through the gauzy curtains, a king sized bed, a nice sitting area with a couch and two chairs, two king beds, and a small patio outside. After I put my things away, I put my hair into a ponytail and changed into a new peach-colored two-piece swimsuit, a short white cover-up, ball cap, sunglasses and sandals, and headed for the pool.
The pool area was quiet, with one young family in the pool and one older gentleman laying in the sun. I staked out a lounge chair, stripped down to my swimsuit and swam a couple lazy laps before lying back on my chair. It was a hot and sunny day, and I was enjoying the feeling of sun on my skin. I had been looking forward to this little getaway to a southern climate and was soaking it up. A cute young pool waiter asked if I would like anything, and although it was early afternoon and I'm not much of a drinker, I ordered a gin and tonic. The drink went down quickly, and thinking of this as my day off before four days of work, I ordered another.
I soon was feeling quite good, with the gin, the sun, and the smell of the suntan lotion conspiring to make me feel very relaxed. I even took some pleasure in seeing the older gentleman stealing peeks at me over his sunglasses.
Before long, though, I was feeling a little overexposed to the sun. I put on my sandals and my coverup, and walked into the hotel bar which was near the pool, for one more drink before deciding what else I was going to do for the day. The bar was dimly lit and coolly air conditioned. There was no one else in there except the middle-aged man tending the bar, who seemed like a real professional bartender. He intoduced himself as Sam and asked "what'll it be?" I ordered another gin and tonic.
We chatted a little and then he left me alone as he tended to some things behind the bar. I was beginning to wonder why I was sitting around by myself drinking in the middle of the afternoon when another woman walked into the bar. Actually, it was more like she exploded into the bar. "How's it hanging, Sam?" she said loudly. He smiled, said "same as usual, Grace - to the left." I was taken aback by her bold attitude. He smiled briefly at me and rolled his eyes as if to say "she's just like that." She stood at the bar a few spots to my left and said to Sam "give me the usual, honey, and make it quick."
She was about 50, with short silver hair. But she was impeccably dressed in a dark blue blouse, white suit jacket and long light blue skirt. Her makeup was perfect and her easy smile showed dazzling white teeth. Her eyes were blue and her skin was well-tanned, and she appeared to be in excellent shape. Her clothes and the jewelry at her neck, wrists and fingers hinted at money. I suddenly felt like a slouch, sitting there in my slightly damp swimsuit.
I watched her as I drew in my drink through the straw in my mouth. Sam put down a short dark drink in front of her - it looked like a manhattan on the rocks, a cocktail I usually thought of as a "man's drink". She thanked Sam and took a sip. Then she slowly turned her head to look at me. I think I managed a weak smile as I noticed her eyes trail down my body, taking in my bare legs, then returning to my face. She smiled and said "well, hello. Aren't you a pretty one?"
I was speechless for a moment, then almost stammered a hello. Then, in an effort to recover by being a litttle smart-alecky, I smiled and said "yes, I am."
"Confidence! I like that," she said. "I'm tired of talking to Sam all the time so I'm sure you won't mind if I pull up a chair." She didn't wait for an answer. She moved her bag and her drink and moved to the chair directly to my left, although she pulled it away so there was a little space between us.
"I am Grace," she said, "and I'm delighted to meet you." She offered her hand, and as she did I noticed the slight scent of the wonderful perfume she was wearing. I took her hand, which was warm and soft, but strong.
"Hello, Grace. I'm Sarah." I responded.
We made small talk. I explained that I was there for about five days for a convention. She told me that she was a commercial real estate agent who kept a suite at this hotel for her frequent trips to Atlanta, and that she would be here for at least another week. We talked about Atlanta, the weather, business. She did not ask me about my family or relationships, and I did not ask her. It seemed we had come to an unspoken agreement to stay in the here and now.
She finished her drink and ordered another for both of us, over my protests. "Oh come on," she said, "this is a special occasion." She smiled and laughed frequently, and was very funny. I realized that I really liked and admired this woman, considering that we had just met. She warmly looked into my eyes when we talked, and sometimes, while I was looking at her face, she would look down at my legs, so I would know that she was doing so. She sometimes touched my arm as she laughed. So it soon occurred to me that she was interested in more than talk. I felt flattered, a little excited, and a little guilty. I excused myself to go to the bathroom to give myself a moment to think.
After peeing, I looked at myself in the mirror. I knew I was a little drunk, but decided that was not the only reason I was receptive to this woman's advances. She was very attractive and self-assured, very kind, and obviously very interested in me. I was away from home and this appeared to be a real chance to experience something, safely and with no complications, that I had often thought about. Despite my vague fantasies, I had never sought this out, and now it had landed in my lap like a gift. It did not mean that I loved my husband or children any less, I reasoned. Yes, I thought, I was going to go along with whatever Grace wanted to do. I felt a rush of intense excitement as I decided. I could sense that she was eager, and experienced, and knew that she could teach me much. I washed my hands, and before I left the mirror, I untied the knot in the little belt of my coverup, letting it hang open.
As I walked back toward Grace at the bar, she looked over her shoulder at me. She was smiling and biting her bottom lip. I smiled and sat down, noticing that she had ordered another round. She had also taken off her jacket, and the breasts under her expensive silk blouse appeared to be firm, and much larger than mine. She had also moved our bar stools a little closer together.
"Oh, I don't think I should drink much more", I said. "I'm already a little wobbly."
"Well then this will be the last one" she said quietly. "Sam, could you give this lovely young lady a glass of water?" He put it down and she continued looking at me, with a confident and playful smile, as if she knew what had gone through my mind while I was in the bathroom.
"That's a pretty bathing suit" she said softly. She looked up to make sure Sam wasn't really paying any attention to us. "Let me see." Without saying anything, I sat up straight and turned on my stool so she was right in front of me. I looked in her eyes and brushed the bottom of the coverup off of my thighs, pulling it back a little so my top was also in clear view. Between my excitement and the coolness of the room, I could feel that my nipples were erect, but I wasn't embarassed. I wanted her to see.
"My, you are pretty. And such a lovely body," she said. Her eyes unashamedly and slowly looked down my body, at my breasts, down my legs, and back to the little triangle of fabric below my belly.
"My breasts are too small," I said. I let her see that I was looking at her deep cleavage.
"No, you look wonderful."
"Thank you, Grace." I hesitated for a moment. "I'm very glad you think so."
She looked around again, and then brushed the back of her hand against my thigh. "Such nice skin." Her touch was electric. I looked into her eyes as she traced her fingers up and down along the inside of my thigh. I wanted to kiss her, do something to show that I was willing, although it was probably more than obvious to her. I slid forward on the seat a little, letting my legs spread slightly. Then I put my hand on top of hers.
She smiled at me, gently pulled her hand away and turned back to the bar, picking up her drink. I did the same.
"Sarah, I am in room 1043. You will go to your room and drop off your things. Freshen up if you want, and take off that hat and let your hair down. I will expect you in twenty minutes, dressed as you are. Do you understand?" She didn't ask if it was okay, or if I was interested. She already knew I was. They were instructions.
"Yes, Grace. I do."
"Good girl. Now don't keep me waiting." She finished her drink, left a generous tip for Sam and walked out of the bar.
I finished my drink and said thank you to Sam. He smiled and winked at me. I had a feeling that maybe he was more aware of what was going on than I thought. But I didn't care - hell, I liked that he knew. I smiled back, tied the belt of my coverup, and left the bar.
In my room, I washed up a little, brushed my teeth, put on a little lipstick and perfume. I loosened my hair and brushed it out. Despite the calming effect you would expect the alcohol to have, I was almost trembling with excitement.
When the time was right (I wanted to be right on time), I left the room dressed in my swimsuit, coverup and sandals. I took the elevator up to the 10th floor, found her door, and knocked.
After a moment, she opened the door. She gave me a nice smile and invited me in. She put her hands lightly on my arms and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek. "I'm so glad you've come", she said.
The door clicked shut behind me. She took my hand and led me into her suite. The room was large, beautiful and dimly lit. Grace had changed, and was dressed all in white - silk shorts and a silk shortsleeve pajama top, which was unbuttoned and appeared to have a bikini top underneath. Her smell was intoxicating. Her legs were long and brown, her feet bare, her toenails perfectly painted. I felt breathless.
She stopped in the middle of the room and turned to me. "Do you like it?" she asked.
"Very much," I said. "The room is beautiful - - you are beautiful."
"Such a lovely girl." She stood close to me, brushed some of my hair back. She was a little taller than me. "Would you like another drink?" I just nodded no.
She turned me to one side, and I was facing a large, ornate, mirror. Grace moved behind me, her hands lightly on my shoulders, then moving down my sides. "Take off your sandals". I kicked them off. "Put your arms up" she said. I did as I was told, watching us in the mirror. "See how pretty you are." She reached around me, undid the loose knot holding my coverup, and pulled it off of me. She came up close behind me and put her arms around my stomach. I could feel her breasts pressing against my back, and I leaned back against her. I continued watching the mirror as she kissed my neck and whispered in my ear "I am going to take all your clothes off. I want to see you naked."
I put my hands behind me, around her, and said "yes. please."
She slid her hands up my stomach, under my bra cups, then pulling it up and over my head, instead of unsnapping it from behind. "Such nice little breasts." She looked at me in the mirror over my shoulder, as her fingers found my nipples. I watched her play with me. She would alternately rub her palms against them, pinch and roll them in her fingers, and trace her fingernails lightlly around my breasts. She would sometimes grasp a whole breast firmly in one hand. She put her fingers to my mouth, and I sucked on them, then she continued playing with and pinching my nipples with her moist fingers. I could feel that my swimsuit bottoms were getting very damp, and could smell my excitement in the air.
"Oh, my girl likes this, doesn't she?" she whispered in my ear.
"Yes, Grace" I moaned.
"My horny young girl is ready to do anything Grace wants, isn't she?"
"Yes, I am. Anything."
She pinched my right nipple hard, with her mouth at my ear, she said "Well, you will definitely be serving me in the coming days, in many ways, Sarah. You will do what I want. But since this is new to you, this, right now, is mainly for you."
She moved around in front of me, never taking her hands off of me. Her hands slid up behind my head, and she pulled me to her for a kiss, that started soft and then became more urgent. She pulled my body against hers, I could feel her breasts pressing against mine, as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I opened my mouth to her and put my arms around her.
She kissed my mouth deeply for some time. Her hands dropped to my ass and pulled me against her, and I felt the hard bump of her mound pressing against mine. She gently and slowly, ahtletically, lowered herself to her knees in front of me, slowly kissing her way down my neck, stopping to lick and lightly bite my nipples, kissing her way down across my stomach. She sat back on her heels and said "come here, my beautiful." She put her hands on my ass and pulled me towards her, until my center was inches from her face. She smiled up at me and said "this is my favorite part."
I put my hands in her hair and said "I am all yours".
"I know you are," she said.
She slowly slid her hands down and back up the backs of my legs. Then she grasped the waistand of my swimsuit, and pulled it down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and stood in front of her, eager for her touch. She pressed her face against my belly, smelling me, as her hands caressed my bare ass. She sat back on her ankles and looked at me. "Such a pretty pussy. A wonderful little slit." She smiled up at me again, and one hand reached up to pinch my nipple. "My girl has a gorgeous wet cunt."
Her words and her touch already had in me in ecstasy, when she pressed her mouth against my slit. I kept my hands in her hair, pulling her against me. She nibbled my labia, flicked her tongue against my clitoris, and pressed her tongue deeply into me. She wet the fingers of one hand in my pussy, then began to massage my asshole with her wet fingers.
I could hardly stand up any more when she told me to lay down on the floor. I layed on my back and she layed on her stomach, her face between my legs. She spread them and licked me, she tongued me and put her fingers inside me. She put my legs to the side and licked my anus. She murmered, and whispered, and said sweet and dirty things about me. Every time I was close to coming, she would stop and just look at me. I had never been so turned on. At one point, I was completely at the edge, and she stopped and pressed her hand firmly against my vagina, somehow stopping my orgasm.
"Don't move", she said. I was lying on the floor with my hands near my head, my legs spread. She got up and pulled a chair over below my feet and sat down. She sipped a glass of wine, looking at me. I began to straighten my legs a little and she said "I told you to not move. Keep your fucking legs spread so I can see your cunt." I spread them as I was told.
"Tonight, and in the next few days," she said, "you are going to do what I tell you to, is that right? No matter what it is?"
"Y-yes Grace."
"This is going to be an education for you. By the time we are done, your little cunt will be raw. I am going to have you shave it. At some point you will be covered in oil. You are going to become intimately familiar with my body. You are going to lick my pussy until you can't do it anymore. I may tie you up. I may put a collar on you. I will probably violate you with a large dildo. I may decide to show you to or share you with, some friends of mine. I will have you play with yourself, and I may have you expose yourself to someone in public. You are going to miss most or all of the stupid convention you came here for. Do you agree to do any of these things for me?"
Her words made me even more horny, if that was possible. I realized then that I had always desired to be treated this way, like a sexual object. "I will do anything, Grace. I promise."
She put the glass down and got back down on the floor between my legs. She kissed her way up my thighs. She parted the lips of my cunt with her fingers and began pumping them in and out as her tongue madl flicked my clitoris. As I got close, another finger penetrated my ass, which was wet from my own juices. As I got closer, I started saying "oh fuck yes, yes Grace, oh yes, yeah, yeah, do me, oh yes . . . " I was pinching my own nipples.
My orgasm was crushing. I seemed to come again and again and again. My hips flexed forward and my ass clenched. She did not let up, but kept licking me, probing me, until I was spent, quivering, calm.
She moved up over me, and layed against me. She kissed me deeply, and I tasted my pussy in her mouth. I wrapped my arms and legs around her as her tongue probed my mouth.
We layed together for a few minutes. She said, "so, Sarah, are you ready for more?"
I held her face in my hands and kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her nose, her chin. "Yes my darling Grace. I am so ready".
The five days I spent with Grace were the best days of my life. More to come....