To: Multiple recipients of list BISEXU-L BISEXU-L@BROWNVM
It was one of those proverbial dark and stormy nights, and I was alone in the house. Outside, the wind lashed the trees violently, flattened the grass, and sent little whirlwinds of leaves dancing across the lawn. Rain beat on the roof and on the windows, collecting in puddles on the road and racing down the gutters. A jagged streak of lightening split the sky, followed a moment later by the deafening roar of thunder. I shivered, pulling my robe closer, and closed my eyes. Ever since I was a little girl, I had hated thunderstorms, especially when I was alone. Huddled on the sofa, my cheek pressed against the icy glass, I finally slipped into a restless doze...
In my dream, I was running. Behind me, malicious demons howled and snarled, their footsteps pounding the earth, shaking it...
I jerked awake, wide-eyed and breathless. The pounding continued, and I looked about frantically, terrified that I might see their hotly glowing eyes peering at me from underneath the table, or behind the curtains. Finally, my sleep-blurred senses traced the pounding to the front door. Cautiously I rose and crossed the room, unlocked the door, and opened it a crack. The wind yowled triumphantly as its icy fingers darted in through the crack, tugging at my robe. On the porch stood a drenched, bedraggled woman of about my age. I opened the door wider and invited her in, out of the rain. She smiled wanly and stepped inside as I closed and locked the door against the storm.
As she stepped into the hall, I was able to get a better look at her. Light brown hair straggled limply around her pale face, and streaks of soggy mascara ran down her cheeks. She was slim, of medium height, perhaps 23 years old. Her blue eyes sparkled despite the chill, and the shy half-smile she gave me seemed to warm the hallway.
"Hi..." she said weakly. "Sorry to disturb you this late at night, but my car broke down about a mile from here. I saw the light, and thought maybe I could use your phone to call a tow truck?"
"Sure," I replied, "No problem. But it will probably take them at least an hour to get here, since the nearest garage is 50 miles away. Would you like to borrow a dry robe and maybe a towel?"
"Thanks." She smiled weakly as I took her dripping coat and hung it over a chair. Without the coat, I could clearly see the lines of her body through her sopping dress. Tiny rivulets of water trickled down her neck and shoulders, disappearing into the neckline of her dress. Her nipples stood defiantly erect against the chill, and the thin fabric of her skirt clung wetly to her thighs, framing the hollow between them.
"The phone's in the kitchen," I said, pointing, as I walked down the hall to the bedroom where I selected a warm pink robe for her. I took it into the bathroom and hung it on the door, then got out a soft, thick towel. "After you call, you can go into the bathroom to dry off and change."
Just then another wave of thunder broke over the house. The lights flickered briefly, then went out. "The phone is out!" she wailed miserably. "Now what am I going to do?"
Suddenly calm, despite the raging elements outside, I walked back into the kitchen. "Don't worry about it," I reassured her. "The line should be back by morning; meanwhile, you can stay here if you'd like - I don't really like to be alone during a storm anyway. I'll just light some candles, and then everything should be ok." I rummaged through several drawers in the dark, looking for candles and matches. Finally, I found them. A match flared briefly, throwing the kitchen into sharp relief, as we lit several candles and the shadows retreated. The soft glow of candlelight made her pale face almost luminous. "Now, the next thing we need to do is get you into some dry clothes." We smiled mischieviously like two children, slightly embarrassed to still be afraid of the dark, as I led her to the bathroom. I set a candle on the sink and turned to leave.
"Wait. Don't go..." she pleaded softly. "I know it's silly of me; I just don't want to be left alone."
"Ok, no problem." I replied. I noticed that she was shivering violently. "You must be freezing! If you don't get out of those wet clothes, you'll catch pneumonia! How about a nice hot bath to warm you up?" She nodded faintly, so I stepped over to the tub and turned on the hot water. It splashed cheerfully into the tub, sending warm clouds of steam drifting toward the ceiling. When I turned back toward her, she was struggling to undo the buttons down the back of her dress. "Here - let me help you with those." I offered. She turned around, and I reached for the top button. It popped open easily, revealing the tender skin at the back of her neck. The second button revealed the top of her spine. Another button - another inch of her back was exposed. Beads of water trickled down that widening gap at her back. I peeled the thin fabric away from her shoulders, sliding it gently down over her arms. The fourth and fifth buttons opened in quick succession, allowing me to lower her dress still further. Now her entire back was revealed, slim and straight, and in the mirror I could see her bared breasts. They were a little smaller than mine, but proud and firm. The twin peaks of her nipples stood erect, while between them a thin stream of rainwater trickled down over her belly, following the curve of her hip to the bunched up fabric of her dress. One final button, and the dress slid from her hips and thighs, landing in a puddle around her feet. Now all she wore was a pair of white lace panties. Soft golden-brown hair curled delicately around the edges of the lace. Swiftly I crouched and slipped them down her thighs. She stepped out of them and stood naked in the candlelight. Tiny raindrops glistened seductively like pearls in the short curls between her legs. >From my crouched position, they were just at eye-level, and I found the sight strangely arousing. Hastily, I stood before she could see my confusion of the faint blush that stained my cheeks. "Now then, into the tub." I said cheerfully.
Carefully, she dipped one graceful foot into the water, then the other. With an audible sigh she lowered herself into the steaming water. "That feels much better!" The water sloshed erratically for a moment before curling intimately around her back, her belly, her thighs. When it subsided, gentle waves were lapping at her breasts. Almost accidentally, my eyes followed their rythmic movement rising... falling... the slow movement of tides against a softly sloping beach. With my eyes, I wandered down that beach, following the sensuous curves and gradually drawing closer to the water-line. A fine sheen of water glistened along the edge, blurring the distinction between her body and the water in which she was immersed. The transition from an overland journey to an aquatic one passed almost unnoticed as I traveled downward, drawn irresistably toward the mysterious depths. There - a patch of shadow, nestled between her thighs like a sunken pirate's chest. My eyes locked on it, as a slight but unexplainable tremor shook me.
"Are you cold?" she asked, noticing the way I trembled. Blushing, I tore my gaze from her body and nodded. I wasn't really cold - the fiercest winter would have broken before the heat that burned through my veins. I tried studying the swirls of mist shifting across the mirror, but my recalcitrant eyes kept wandering back to her body... to her most intimate places... I closed my eyes, tried to block the image, but it blazed tantalizingly across my retinas.
"Are you ok?" The concern in her voice broke through my confusion. I swam dizzily back to awareness, felt the moist pressure of her hand on my arm. I opened my eyes, saw her. She stood dripping, like some Venus risen from the sea, so beautiful that the breath caught in my throat. Something seemed to detonate inside me, leaving molten chaos in its wake. Though it pained me to do so, I snatched up the towel and draped it over her shoulders, hoping that this would alleviate the turmoil of my thoughts. Instead, the heavy drape of fabric served to emphasize her graceful form. As if she could read my mind, she smiled at me and began vigorously towelling herself dry. Friction from the towel changed her alabaster complexion to a rosy glow which was augmented by the candlelight.
When she was dry, I held out the robe for her. As she slid into it, my hand brushed lightly along her upper arm and shoulder, sending tiny shivers of electricity along my spine. Almost involuntarily, I allowed my hand to continue caressing her shoulder. My palm was unbelievably sensitive to the firm warmth of her flesh as it curled gently, seemingly of its own volition, across the back of her neck, sweeping damp tendrils of honey-colored hair aside. She turned toward me, a slightly puzzled look on her face, as I leaned over and kissed her softly on the shoulder. I recoiled, startled at my own boldness. I had never really thought about intimacy with a woman before, but somehow... tonight... It all seemed so right.
I peeped cautiously at her face, afraid that I had frightened or offended her, but she only looked curious. Tentatively, she brushed a lock of hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear, but did not withdraw her hand. She touched the hollow behind my ear, traced the curve of my neck down to the collar of my robe. I covered her hand with my own, stroked it gently, then reached up to cup her cheek. Hesitantly, I raised her face toward my own. Our lips met. It was subtly different from kissing a man - warmer, softer - and thoroughly delightful. I carefully searched her face one last time to make sure I hadn't misinterpreted anything, then picked up a candle and led her to the bedroom.
The dancing candlelight transformed my ordinarily plain bedroom, concealing the flaws and disarray, softening the sharp contours of the walls and furniture, so that it became a new, mysterious place, full of possibilities. The bed swam in a sea of shadows like some island haven, beckoning to us, and we gladly answered its call. Turning to face my guest, I placed both my hands on her shoulders, under the robe. I could feel the heat radiating through her skin and into mine. Smiling reassuringly, I pushed the robe back from her body, letting it fall to the floor. She looked up at me, eyes wide and slightly disbelieving, as her hands fumbled with the sash of my robe. It came untied easily, and soon my robe had joined hers. I shivered slightly as the cool air caressed my body. Seeing this, she pressed her body against mine in a warm embrace. Again our lips met in a slow kiss, and we turned as one toward the bed.
The warm, fuzzy blankets welcomed us as we stretched out upon them, side by side. Her hand rested lightly on my hip, and my fingers were twined through her hair. She brushed her lips against mine, at first only the lightest of touches, but gradually building in intensity as I parted my lips to admit her probing tongue. My hands began a lazy exploration of her body, sliding down her neck and back, moving in careful circles. They glided easily over her hips, her thighs, her belly, becoming gradually bolder as they traced her ribcage to the delicate swell of her breasts. Her eyes closed and she began breathing faster as I circled her nipples with my fingertips, teasing them to stiff peaks without actually touching them. She had begun her own exploration of my body by now, stroking me firmly but gently. The almost frictionless feel of her hands sliding over my skin sparked little shivers everywhere she touched me. She moaned softly as I nuzzled her ear, then began nibbling softly on her neck. I licked her collarbone, paused to kiss the hollow at the base of her throat, then flicked my tongue across her left nipple. She gasped in shock, arching her back, and wrapped both arms tightly around me. Slowly, I licked her nipple again, then began to suck gently on it. I could feel her fingernails digging into my back as I bit her lightly, then switched to the other nipple.
She was now lying on her back. I eased myself into position above her, straddling her on my hands and knees. I continued to suck her nipples while I brushed my fingertips lightly across her stomach, skirting along the edges of her pubic hair and down her thigh. Carefully, I stroked the inside of first one and then the other of her velvety thighs, drawing closer to those tempting golden curls. She wriggled slightly on the bed, trying to bring her mound in contact with my teasing hand, but I evaded her easily. She whimpered faintly in frustration and I relented. This time when my hand reached the top of her thigh I did not turn it aside, but allowed it to continue until I cupped her in my hand. Slowly, I stroked her like one would stroke a cat. Gradually, however, I grew bolder and slipped a finger between her vulva to touch her erect clit. She jumped, arching her back as if an electric current had just passed through her body. I flicked my fingertip lightly across it several times, eliciting moans of pleasure from her.
Suddenly feeling a new hunger, I stopped teasing her nipples and retraced the trail my hand had so recently taken across her stomach to her things, this time with my mouth. Her eyes opened wide, both from surprise and anticipated pleasure, as she felt my hot breath between her thighs. At my gentle urging, she parted her legs and I knelt between them, like a supplicant at her golden altar. The warm, intimate scent which rose to greet me was like a strange, exotic incense and I breathed deeply of it. With my hands I opened her lips, exposing their hidden treasures to the careful exploration of my tongue. I licked her clit tentatively, then more eagerly as I got my first taste of her hot juices. Greedily, I ran my tongue along her slit, probing her warm folds and smearing my cheeks with her sticky sweetness. She writhed frantically now, as I inserted first one finger, then another, into her well-lubricated vagina. I stroked her deeply, the way I like to be stroked, while sucking gently on her clit, and was gratified that she liked it too. Moaning desparately, she gripped my wrist firmly, forcing my fingers even deeper as her hips rotated slowly. Her breathing grew more ragged as she approached climax. Suddenly, I felt a firm pulsing begind deep within her as the walls of her vagina seemed to grip tightly around my fingers, then release and clench again. A fresh flood of juices seemed to burst within her, soaking my hand, and I detected a new flavor in them. As the spasms slowed, she closed her eyes and lay back briefly to regain her breath. Smiling, I rose from my crouched position and stretched out beside her, kissing her softly.
She opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Your turn," was all she said as she rolled me onto my back. Her eyes danced mischievously as she crouched above me, her breasts swaying temptingly above my face. I stretched my neck upward, capturing one of them with my mouth, and sucked gently on her nipple. She allowed me to do this for a moment, then moved so that she had free access to my breasts. My nipples stiffened eagerly in anticipation as I watched her slowly lower her mouth to one of them. She extended her tongue slightly, flicking it across my nipple, and I gasped in pleasure. Then her lips closed over that stiff point and I moaned as she nibbled lightly, teasing me with her teeth and tongue. I was still breathing heavily from my earlier exertions, and she gave me no opportunity to recover. For several minutes she switched back and forth, from one breast to the other, licking and biting with exquisite precision. Then, while she settled into a gentle sucking on one nipple, she pinched and squeezed the other, rolling it between her fingertips. With her other hand, she rubbed my stomach in slowly increasing circles, her hand brushing steadily lower and lower. When her hand reached my mound, I parted my thighs eagerly for her. She stroked my leisurely, almost agonizingly slowly, as I raised my hips, attempting to intensify the contact between us. Teasingly, she traced the edges of my slit with her fingertip, then slipped her finger into my hot, wet folds. I moaned eagerly. My pussy had already been soaked while I was stimulating her; now it was practically dripping.
She kissed me deeply, licking the last of her juices from my lips, then crept down my body, until she crouched between my legs. Her breath felt hot against my thighs, and I shivered in anticipation. She looked up, eyes sparkling, then buried her face in my crotch. I gasped in delight as she thrust her tongue into me, then began a slow, rythmic licking. Every time she touched my clit I jumped, arching my back and pressing closer to her. I closed my eyes tightly, gasping for breath, as the pleasure grew. Suddenly she stopped. Puzzled, I began to open my eyes, then closed them again with a moan as I felt her fingers brush teasingly through my tangled curls. She gently rubbed my clit, making me squirm, then sought out the entrance to my vagina and inserted just the tip of her finger. I moaned again, maddened with desire and frustration. Smiling, she lowered her mouth to my clit and began sucking and nibbling again. My breath caught in my throat as she abruptly thrust several fingers deep into me. I ground my hips against her hand and face, delirious with pleasure, slowly at first, then faster. Waves of exctasy built up, spreading rapidly outward, until my entire body hummed with pleasure. I writhed frantically, my breath coming in shallow gasps, and suddenly those waves crashed over me. I threw back my head, nearly screaming, as I came harder that I'd ever come before. I could feel a deep throbbing inside me, clenching around her fingers. As the pulsing subsided, I drew a shaky breath. The muscles in my thighs twitched a few final times, and I fell limply back against the blankets. I felt her warm body as she snuggled up to me, and within moments we were asleep.
When I awoke, I was alone. The storm had broken during the night, and now sunlight spilled over the windowsill, dancing across the room. I stretched luxuriously, enjoying the warmth on my face, and climbed out of bed. My robe was neatly draped across the foot of the bed, and when I opened the closet I saw my pink robe on its hanger. Had I dreamed the whole thing? I slipped into my robe and stumbled out to the kitchen for a glass of water. If it had been a dream, then it was certainly the best I'd ever had! I was just about to leave the kitchen when suddenly I saw it - a note, taped to the phone - and almost dropped my glass.
"Didn't want to wake you, you looked so peaceful lying there.
Thanks for everything! I had a wonderful time! Give me a call
and maybe we can get together again.
Love,
Lori (335-0233)"
A tremor shook my body as I smiled and reached for the phone.
"Alex"