Finding Myself Pt. 08

A note from Jayne.

I thought there would be just seven parts, but I had forgotten about some other important events that happened on this journey so there will now be at least nine stories in the series. I hope you enjoy the extra parts.

Love Jayne

aka westjayne495

So now, a woman in her mid-forties, separated from her husband and living alone in the Docklands area of London in a place called the Isle of Dogs, I've become a rather embittered person about relationships. I find making any emotional commitment exceedingly difficult, if not impossible and I have to a large degree, lost faith in men. I have, however, in the past few years tasted the 'forbidden fruits' of my own sex and am now drawn more strongly towards them than to the other one. So, where am I going with my sexuality? Oh, I should also add, that I have a high sex drive as well!

Amanda and I did have that affair. And it was just like any other affair, or many at least. An initial period of intensity, phoning each other frequently and meeting for sex at every opportunity, which, surprisingly in some ways, wasn't all that often what with us having our differing work schedules. A middle time when the earlier, hugely strong, sexual attraction had abated a little and then the slow, meandering, excuse laden period as we both mutually cooled it.

Nothing acrimonious, no rows and no real end. Just a passing on. I still see her at with golf and we're still friends, though not lovers, she has a woman in her life and I am very happy for her. Should the circumstances be appropriate between us at some time in the future I have little doubt that we would make love again but neither is likely to chase the other. The affair with Amanda, though, was something different for me. It was, of course, unusual to think that I was having one with another woman. Yes I'd had relationships with others, but they hadn't involved dating or going out together. No, they had been purely sexual. The girls at Uni., Lindsay, Jessy, to an extent, though there was a lot more involved, and Chrissy shared that common feature of being simply for sexual adventure, fun and satisfaction.

With Amanda it was different. She'd made that clear right from the outset. Right from those beguilingly captivating words, "Wait in your room for me, I won't be long."

So we had gone out together, gone on dates really. We went to lunch quite often and, occasionally, to dinner sometimes. We'd go to a pub or bar for drinks and of course we regularly met to play golf. We attended hers or my club functions where we were able to indulge our affection for each other by dancing together. And, of course, she took me to gay and lesbian clubs and bars, usually in Soho, where public displays of affection were not frowned upon and, indeed, were positively encouraged by the DJs.

That our feelings for each other were more than just, or even simply sexual was the difference, I guess, between this and my other experiences, other than with Jessy where we both felt love, but our age difference was too much for us to cope with. But I never really dwelled too long on such topics for that's where the real fear of being lesbian can play on one's mind. While what goes on between two women can be reconciled as being for sexual pleasure, then it's easier to remain relaxed about one's sexuality. However, if one party, or both come to that, starts to have deeper feelings and should the word love be mentioned then it becomes a whole new ball game. Then, questions do have to be asked. They're unavoidable. The problem is providing answers so, it's best not to not ask the question and to try to quell the feelings I think, which is exactly what I did during this part of my life.

So the lesbian feelings, the desire for other women, the bisexuality or whatever I have found and am experiencing, is it still there? Yes it is, but as they say, it comes and goes. Sometimes I will go weeks without thinking about it and at others it is in my mind constantly. Occasionally as I masturbate Lindsay, Amanda or, especially, Jessy and sometime even Melissa from uni. will be in my mind or a vision of being in bed with Kylie Minogue, Sharon Stone or kdLang will suddenly come from nowhere.

I have been naughty about it as well. But then is it naughty? I'm single and have the desires so what was wrong with me going to a lesbian pub in Soho? I'll tell you what was wrong they were all, well most, fucking ugly, very butch, hard-core lesbians who scared the bloody life out of me. None of the nice, feminine, lipstick lesbians that I had imagined. No, leather and denim were everywhere, tattoos and piercings and short hair including in the armpits. Bloody horrible and clearly not my scene. But what became my scene for a while was looking for conquests, female only!

Was it wrong for me to become a predator? Maybe, maybe not, but at first I certainly got it wrong, for the youngish barmaid at the hotel I stayed in for two nights turned me down flat when eventually, after considerable soul searching and two large gins, I asked if she'd like a drink in my room when she finished.

But not the second time. No that time I got it right but then it was less blatant.

My daughter was away with her father and to cheer myself up I decided to take a four-day break at a château hotel in the Dordogne. I'd been there before with Kevin some years before and it really was a delightful place. Stuck half way up a wooded mountainside it was so peaceful and rustic yet reasonably luxurious. The perfect place to relax, get some sun and good food and suitable for being by oneself. That can be difficult at many holiday hotels for I didn't want to be hit on by single, or married come to that, guys and I didn't like to stand out in the dining room as that woman by herself. No, I expected to have dinner in my room most nights and to spend the days by the pool or driving around the lovely countryside.

As it happened almost as soon as I arrived I met another woman for we arrived at the airport on the same plane and shared the courtesy car sent by the hotel to collect us. She was in her late twenties, fairly plain looking and quite tall and slim with a boyish looking figure showed off by her tight jeans and loose shirt. She had shortish, brunette hair worn in one of those stylish bobs similar to Denise Van Outen and wonderfully large, dark green eyes that almost all the time looked sad and pensive. We chatted easily in the car with her telling me that she was staying for a week or so visiting vineyards and restaurants to gather material for a book that her publishing house was going to write on The Dordogne. I thought at first that she was a writer but she wasn't she was a researcher.

We both sat round the pool in the late afternoon just relaxing after the trip and getting some sun that had been sorely missing in England before we left. Karla was easy to talk to and we got on really well as I found myself telling her about my divorce and she told me how she had a boyfriend, but that their relationship was at present a little rocky. We talked about her research work and my writing and just chatted away as the afternoon drifted into early evening. It seemed natural to dine together in the hotel that evening and when we met in the bar I have to admit that those 'feelings' I sometimes get, but usually contain, started welling up in me. Although not the most beautiful of faces, for she had a largish nose and rather thin lips, she did have a sort of haunting attractiveness and a very subtle sexiness. Not at all blatant but the way that she flicked the hair that fell over her forehead and her almost total disregard for the way that her short skirt ran up her long and very shapely legs did get to me.

We had a great meal, a nice bottle of wine and finished off with two Armagnacs each. I slept very well and remember drifting off with her face in my mind and my breast in my hand. I didn't see her until after lunch the next day when she appeared around the pool in a stunning white bikini that showed her slim figure off nicely and of course emphasized the length of her wonderful legs that were undoubtedly her best feature, but very closely followed by her pert bum She told me that she was visiting a local restaurant that evening that was renowned for its regional cooking and that as it was on expenses why didn't I join her? I readily agreed and went off to get dressed for the visit to the as she put it "rather dressy auberge."

Again, we had a superb meal sitting on a lovely table looking out through French windows onto a large lake with the mountains in the back ground. We exchanged more about her failing and my failed relationship both of us admitting that other women were at the root of the breakdowns, "Not," I said laughing, "Necessarily meaning me with other women." She laughed at that, but gave me a rather lingering glance that made me wonder, although I wasn't quite why.

Finishing the meal we caught a cab back to the hotel and fancying a night cap we went to the bar forgetting that in France hotel bars tend to close fairly early.

"Oh shit," she said when we found that it was closed, "I could have murdered a few Armagnacs or cognacs."

It seemed as though fate was intervening for just that morning I'd been shopping and had bought a bottle of cognac so that after the meals I'd imagined I'd have alone in my room, I would have a little snifter. I told her that and suggested that we have a drink in my room. It really was the oddest and most erotic feeling to be showing a woman that I was aroused by into my bedroom. Probably the sort of feeling that men have when they are hunting their prey for that, I realised, was indeed, what I was doing.

There was a little seating area, but as it was still nicely warm we took the bottle and glasses onto the balcony and sat close together side by side on a wicker settee that had cushions on it. It was the only seating on the balcony so, once more it appeared that fate was on my side and was coming to my assistance as I sat beside her, our hips touching and our outer legs now and then scraping against the other.

We had two fairly quick drinks as we chatted with me telling her about Sara and my work and her telling me about her social life that largely revolved around publisher's parties and a very active scene in Notting Hill Gate where she shared a flat with an aspiring actress. Karla had put her feet on the wicker table in front of us so that her long legs were out straight and that had caused her dress to climb well up her tanned thighs and she looked so desirable that I almost lost control of myself. But nothing happened. As much as I wanted to do something I just couldn't pluck up the courage to start anything. I felt silly really but somewhat relieved yet also frustrated as I said goodnight to her and watched her leave my room.

I saw her for breakfast the next day but then she had some meetings and I went off exploring so we agreed to meet around four for a late afternoon swim and some sun. During my exploring I couldn't stop my mind often returning to her and the unusual and unexpected level of desire I felt for her. I knew that it was totally out of character for this was the only time in my life I had really fancied another woman sufficiently for me to think of trying to seduce her and I couldn't really put my finger on what had prompted that. Maybe both of us being alone? Possibly a sort of understated, subtle hint of availability from her or could it be that my bisexual tendencies actually were becoming a lesbian desire?

She was already at the pool when I arrived. Despite my resolve to put any ideas of doing anything with her out of my mind, immediately I saw her those strong feelings returned and I found myself instantly thinking of being with her sexually. She looked very serious as I sat beside her and right away told me that she'd just spoken to her boyfriend and that he had told her it was over. She began to cry and I instinctively put my arm around her feeling something like a charge of electricity as my hand touched the skin of her shoulders. I cuddled her to me in an almost maternal way feeling a little guilty at my thoughts about her as she sobbed in my arms. We talked a little, as she explained the phone call and as I tried to comfort and reassure her. I explained that when I'd broken up from Kevin how hard it had been, but that it did go away. As we chatted I found the warmth and closeness of her very arousing and I found myself quite unashamedly taking advantage of the situation by stroking her lovely, brunette hair and saying softly, "Anyway, Karla, men just aren't worth it, they're all bastards." This made her smile a little and she replied.

"Yes, I'm beginning to see that." We lapsed into silence and slowly, and rather reluctantly, I removed my arms from around her but we still sat on the same lounger our legs touching. I took a chance,

"I know what you need Karla," I said brightly and added as she looked at me those big dreamy eyes sending a shiver through me, "A bloody great Armagnac, come on." I took her hand and after firstly slipping into our sundresses we marched off towards my room. In there, I felt very nervous both from the excitement of her presence and of course from the prospect that I might find the pluck to try to seduce her. Standing looking out of the windows, I poured us fairly large Armagnacs and said, "Here's to us jilted women Karla." We touched glasses still standing there as we sipped the strong liquid. Karla sat on the edge of my bed and I sat beside her as she once more ran over the background to the break-up. As she did, so once more she became a little tearful and I took that opportunity to put my arm around her shoulders again. She was sobbing. Our legs were pressed together, the touch through the thin material being very stimulating. My arm was around her shoulders, my breast was pressing against her bare arm, her head was on my chest and to once more I stroked her hair. We stayed like that as she sobbed and I murmured, "You'll feel better soon Karla."

She whimpered a little and said, "You're so understanding and kind Jayne, thank you."

I pulled her a little closer and said, "Don't worry Karla, women like us can do without men, I do." She didn't respond but equally she didn't move away from me. I held her tighter and ran my hand slowly through her hair letting it slide down her slim neck, "In any case," I went on quietly, "You're beautiful and will soon find someone else."

She replied softly. "Do you really think so?"

I told her that I did and what a wonderful figure she had and how lovely I thought her hair was as I continued stroking it. My heart was now pounding and my mind and body were inflamed with a desire for her. I found a boldness I didn't think I had as I let my fingertips trail across her forehead and down onto her cheek as I said very softly, "Ever since I saw you at the airport Karla I have thought how beautiful you are, what a marvellous figure you have and how wonderful you look." I let that sink in for a moment before adding, "I find you quite irresistible." I didn't think that she could fail to realise that this was a come on and I hoped for a positive response, but none came. I pulled her slightly closer and then whispered, "Yes Karla totally and utterly irresistible," as I took her chin in my hand and turned her face up towards me. Those lovely eyes met mine and looked deep into mine as I stared back at her. Plucking all the courage I could possibly muster I whispered, "May I kiss you Karla?"

At first I thought I'd blown it as there was no response. Nothing, no reaction. Either she was being very astute and keeping the ball well in my court or she was considering the possible enormity of what I was suggesting. We continued looking into each other's eyes and thankfully she showed no signs of moving away or of pushing me off. I slowly eased my face towards hers and still she didn't move away. Guessing that this was a sign of agreement, my heart leaped as I moved my face even closer and, plucking up every ounce of courage that I possessed, I gently placed my lips in a little kiss on her cheek. She smelt and felt so lovely and my heart ponded as I realised that I might be near to making love to this exquisitely alluring creature. But I wasn't complacent. I knew that I hadn't yet fully persuaded her and that there was probably considerable conflict within her as I gently stroked her face and placed little kisses on her cheek. I let my fingertips run across her face softly touching her forehead, her hairline, eyebrows and her eyelids. I didn't rush things. That wouldn't have been appropriate. No Karla had to reach her own conclusion as to what would happen, albeit with my coaxing, "You smell so wonderful Karla," I whispered as I planted a soft kiss on her forehead causing a low sigh, almost a moan as to slip out of her mouth.

"Oh Jayne," she whimpered as I lifted her face so that I could look into her eyes. This time, as I edged my face towards hers my lips were directed towards hers and she was clearly aware of that. Turning my head a little when our lips were just a couple of inches apart I slightly opened mine and was thrilled to see that she did as well. I brushed my lips against hers and gently licked her upper lip before taking the plunge and covering her lips with mine in what was a full and perfect kiss. So soft and gentle, loving and enquiring, tentative yet responsive. We sat like that for some time kissing. It was me leading the way of course, but Karla was playing her part. It was not the rough, demanding tongue down my throat sort of kiss that men seem to prefer and which Amanda often used. No, I kissed her lightly, on her lips, her cheeks, her eyes and her chin. I sucked gently on her upper lip and ran the tip of my tongue round her mouth. With each new sensation Karla made little whimpering noises that were both so endearing and exciting as I assumed she slowly became accustomed to and, I hoped, acceptive of what we were doing.

"Oh Jayne," she sighed. She went to say something else but my fingertip on her lips stopped her.

"Don't say anything Karla, don't," I murmured, rather enjoying being in control for a change and leading the way as I seduced this lovely creature, "Just feel, don't speak just enjoy it," I said aware that she would probably start asking questions as I kissed her again this time fully on her lips and her response was much more obvious and enthusiastic. Her lips were now moving against mine and were open so that my tongue could slip just inside her mouth and touch the tip of her tongue. As I did that, I pulled her closer and I felt no resistance whatsoever as my fuller breasts squashed so deliciously against her smaller, firmer chest. Holding and comforting her I let her get used to this more overtly sexual movement and I was thrilled when she showed no signs of withdrawing from what was such an obvious increase in the depth of intimacy between us. But I still wasn't sure that this would be anything more than a girly embrace and snog. The sort of situation that a surprisingly large number of us women get involved in with friends and acquaintances. I hadn't the experience to sum her up and to work out yet the level of acceptance she really had to my, what was clearly at the least, bisexual and, at the stronger level, lesbian advance. But I had to know, I had to try, I needed to test myself and her. I wanted to find out whether I could indeed 'pull' a girl and take her on a journey of sexual awakening.

As she sat snuggled up in my arms exchanging kisses, I looked down and saw her small boobs in the bikini and I knew that I would have to see them in all their naked glory. I knew that I would have put myself in the position where she might reject me as I pushed the boundaries out even further. Slowly, I plucked up the courage and then equally slowly I moved my hand towards her chest. Several times I almost lost my nerve, but the way that she was returning my kisses and the apparently comfortable way that she was lying in my arms gave me the fortitude to carry on. I placed my hand on the small orb very softly, hardly touching it but enough so that I knew her body would tell her what I was doing. But I wasn't too overt with it, no caressing or squeezing and no touching of her flesh, just the material of her bikini top. What, I guess I was doing, was making a gesture that she could either, accept, hopefully or, could reject and not too much face would be lost. I suppose really I was putting the ball in her court. She could move her body so that her breast came away and then it could be put down as an accident or just a little overeagerness on my part or, she could stay there in which case she was giving me the green light.

It seemed an eternity that I waited with my palm and fingers just resting softly on that lovely little lump of such erogenous flesh. My heart was beating with a combination of excitement, worry and anticipation. I was finding it hard to take a breath and my pulses were pounding as I sat there my lips on hers my hand waiting for her reaction. And then I felt one. Hardly perceptible at first, but gradually becoming apparent, my hand felt a slight increase in pressure. Initially I thought that it must be me but it slowly dawned on me that her body was reacting in the way that mine does when my breasts are touched. She was pushing that tender area of her body back against the object that was arousing her. She was not rejecting me no, she was saying yes. By that little movement that probably only another woman would both notice and understand Karla was saying for me to go ahead, implying that she was ready for that and indeed wanted me to do it. As I felt her return the pressure, the feeling of relief was enormous and the excitement was immense when I realised that we were going to make love to some extent at least, even if it might only be breast sex.

I pressed a little harder and slightly squeezed the, wonderfully soft, but somehow youthfully firm at the same time, boob loving the sensation that gave me and her compliant responses. My confidence now high I started to caress her breast in a clearly stimulating and sexual way as our mouths ground together far more energetically and as our tongues now delved deep into the other's mouth. As I did that, she squirmed against me with obviously increasing sexual arousal. I cupped the whole orb in my hand and squeezed it feeling a little shudder run through her and a shiver of delight surge through me. I found the nipple under the thin material and noted its natural hardness as I pinched it fairly firmly causing a gasp to escape from her. Now bold with my approach, I ran my fingertips and nails across the bare flesh of the little mound just above the top of the bikini. Then, easing my fingers inside the bra and right onto the puckered, almost rubbery areola, I took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it. This must have hit her hard for I felt her body jolt a little and heard a low moan slip from her lips. I pressed on easing the cup away from the breast and revealing its loveliness to my gaze and touch. It was a beautiful sight and a wonderful feel as the very pale pink tipped breast seemed to beckon me and as my hand covered its surface in delicate strokes and caresses and increasingly avid squeezes and pinches. I could feel her body shuddering and shaking against me as I held her even tighter, if that was possible. Sliding the top of her thin beach dress away from her and looking in her eye I whispered, "Is this ok Karla?" as I eased the other one from her bra.

"Mmmmm yes Jayne, yes it is," She sighed back to me.

Looking down at them I whispered, "You have beautiful breasts Karla."

I was quite surprised when she replied. "So do you Jayne, so do you. I have always wanted larger ones like yours." That seemed to present me with an opportunity to heighten the sexual tension between us. Without taking my eyes from hers for a moment I slipped my loose beach dress away from me and, reaching behind, I unclipped my bra and removed it. Her eyes seemed to almost pop out of her head as I did that and as she stared at my now naked breasts. I leaned forward so I could reach round her and quickly without any objection from her slid her bra off as well. Smiling I whispered.

"We can now look at each other's can't we Karla?" She continued looking at mine and could not have failed to notice that my nipples were erect and hard. I cupped one of hers and then slowly I brought my breast against the one of hers, "Is that good Karla?" I whispered seeing with pleasure the slight nod of her head and the sharp intake of breath. I took her hand and slowly moved it nearer and nearer to my breast waiting for any signs that she didn't want that. None came and then I had the delicious feeling as her soft fingers grazed across my other boob. I let her fingertips flit across my nipple then I placed the palm of her hand under the fullness of the orb. Gently I pressed my tit against her hand and revelled in the feelings as her natural female instincts took over and she started caressing it. And like that, sat on the edge of the bed still with our panties on we gave each other a wonderful, mutual climax. Kissing and caressing, but touching no part of the other beneath the waist we slowly, aroused each other until we were both panting and sighing as those lovely feelings flooded through both of our bodies.

But then we stopped. It was the right thing to do as Karla needed to talk about things. Talk about what had happened and about this voyage into the forbidden land of bisexuality and lesbianism. She would need explanations and comfort especially if, as I hoped, we were to repeat what we had just done and go further down the path that could be causing her some conflict.

I called up room service for some tea and we both slipped our sundresses on but, I was pleased to see from her, not our bras. Pausing in our chat as the tea was delivered we covered the whole topic with me explaining and she quickly appreciating that what we had done did not mean either of us were turning lesbian but that we both had the benefit of being able to swing both ways! Working in the fairly liberal world of publishing this was not that uncommon for her and she told me that she knew several women who were like that and went on to say that she had been curious about it for some time. As she seemed to be relaxed about the situation, just as I'd been that first time with Amanda, I rather cunningly really encouraged her to tell me more about her feelings. She went on about it at some length saying how she was becoming increasingly disconcerted with men, although from a sexual viewpoint she adored making love with them, but was nearly always left after sex with a feeling of disappointment. This gave me the opportunity to ask what she felt after we had made the rather limited love we had and to this she said that despite her nerves she'd thought it was marvellous. It also enabled me to ask if she would like to repeat it and she said that she would.

We agreed to stay in the hotel for dinner that evening and Karla went off to her room to get ready as I did in my room. The restaurant was quite dressy, as posh French ones tend to be, so I wore a fairly low but respectable "little black number." When Karla knocked on my door on her way past she looked absolutely magnificent in a simple white sheath that moulded itself tightly to every curve of her body. She looked absolutely ravishing and I told her that as we walked down the stairs. We were given a table away from other diners and we had what was a really romantic dinner. As the wine flowed we even flirted with each other as our, very muted, conversation became more intimate. I eventually said, "So Karla, am I going to be able to tempt you to my room after dinner?"

She looked at me and said with a little smile on her face, "Just try and keep me away!"

We had just one Armagnac at the table before wandering upstairs and straight into my room where we had another. This time, there was little or no hesitation on my part as almost immediately I took Karla into my arms and kissed her. There was also no pretence of the kiss being anything other than sexual in intent and nature. I pulled her body against mine smothering her chest with my larger, softer breasts, squashing my slighter rounder tummy against her flatness and letting my pubic mound squirm against hers. My tongue snaked into her mouth and my lips ground against hers. My hand ran over her back even venturing far enough down to touch the roundness of her bottom. She responded perfectly, her arms around my neck her body submitting to my advances her mouth receiving mine quite avidly. I pushed her backwards until the backs of her knees were against the bed clearly signalling my hopes and, indeed, intentions very clearly. There was wonderfully no resistance whatsoever as I eased her down onto the bed and laid beside her. Indeed, as we did so she seemed to be kissing me even harder. I raised myself onto one elbow and quite confidently started to undo the buttons on the front of her dress glancing from her eyes to the lovely sight that was being revealed between the opened folds of her dress that I had now unbuttoned almost to her waist. I saw the lacy bra and the small mounds of her breasts leaping from them, her smooth upper chest and the tanned skin of her waist. Holding her gaze I caressed her breasts feeling a surge of want go through me as I again kissed her and enjoyed the deep sigh she made. Between us, we struggled her out of her dress and I stood up and removed mine so that we were both in just our underwear and looking at her lying on the bed I asked, just in case, "You are sure about this aren't you Karla?"

She smiled and muttered some of the most enticingly attractive words I'd ever heard, "Yes Jayne I am as sure about this as I have ever been about anything to do with sex."

That gave me the encouragement to lay beside her, take her in my arms and just before my mouth closed over hers, whisper, "I am so pleased Karla," as we then kissed longingly and lovingly. After some time, I sat up and fumbled my bra undone, slipped it off then did the same to her so that we were both bare breasted. Holding one of my boobs I rubbed the nipple against hers then squashed the entire tit against hers engulfing it in my flesh. I could feel her squirming her boob back against mine and that excited me so much, not just because of the feelings I was getting, but also from her encouraging response and participation. I moved my body so I was alongside her, but above her and taking my boob in my hand, I rubbed it against her face and then dangled it so that my nipples was close to her mouth. As I did that, our eyes met and raising her eyebrows she silently asked me what I wanted her to do and I whispered, "Suck it Karl, please suck my tit." Wonderfully, she took hold of my boob and pulling on it slightly and lifting her face up a little I watched, almost mesmerised as her lips closed around my nipple. As she suckled at my breast like a child, I stroked her back and revelled in how she was responding so wonderfully and at the lovely feelings her mouth was and hand were giving me. We remained like that for some time as we both adjusted to this new level of lovemaking. I knew that there was no hurry, there was not the urgency there so often is with men and I was aware, and wondered if she was, that we had all night and that our bodies could last as long as our minds had the will to go on for, unlike most guys whose lust denies languid all-night lovemaking.

Slowly Karla moved so that she now lay almost on top of me. So that the tips of our breasts merged together. So that our stomachs met and our pubis areas touched. So that our legs became intertwined and so that our bodies became almost as one. We cuddled each other and we rocked ourselves enjoying the intimacy of the position. I pulled her a little further onto me so that she was completely on top of me our mounds pressed firmly together. I opened my legs and she slid between them Our mouths ground together with a passion that until now had not existed with our kissing.

Our natural bodily instincts then took over. Karla began rubbing her mons against mine and my legs opened further. Her hands grasped my breasts and mine cupped the smooth taught cheeks of her bottom. Our kissing took on more aggression and she began to slightly thrust herself up and down against me. It was so thrilling and exciting that this woman who I had effectively seduced just a few hours ago was now simulating fucking me. It became very obvious that we were going to cum together again, and quickly. With both of us moaning and groaning and crying out some sexual expletives, we did, wonderfully, strongly and so very satisfyingly.

It was now near midnight but neither of us showed any interest in sleeping. We were both so alive with our discovery of each other that we couldn't let the night finish yet.

Again we lay in each other's arms talking enthusiastically about the marvels of what we had experienced. But still we were both in our panties. Somehow it hadn't seemed appropriate yet to remove them for, to women they are the last defence, the final barrier and their removal has such a deep and significant meaning. And at present we had not broached that and certainly had not breached it either. But now I wanted to. I wanted Karla to be naked for me and I wanted to bare and flaunt myself to her. I wanted no barriers at all between us. And I wanted to make as full a love to her as I could.

"Karla," I whispered brushing the lock of hair away from where it had fallen over her eyes. She looked up at me her appealing eyes locking on mine and we smiled the smile of lovers at each other.

"Yes Jayne," she breathed as I held her gaze while I ran my fingers down her spine until they were in the elastic of her panties and I said very softly, "I want us to take these off each other Karla so that we are naked together."

Our eyes didn't leave the others as she looked at me and slowly nodding her head muttered, "Yes Jayne yes let's do that."

It really was a heavily charged and highly erotic moment. We lay there our eyes switching from being locked to roaming down the other's body as we both slid our hands into our own panties and, after lifting our ourselves up a little, slid the flimsy garments down our legs and off. My heart was pounding as I stared at the naked form beside and as I watched her eyes ogle my nude body. As I slowly ran my gaze down her slim body I was surprised to see her full thatch of dark, pubic hair as each of my previous lovers had either, none or, very trimmed pubic hair and I wondered what she'd be thinking as I revelled in flaunting my bareness and bald mons at her.

I touched my finger to the tip of one of her breasts and then slowly ran that down her body until it was in her hairs. I pressed a little and then let it slip further until it found that hooded place nestling at the front of the lips of her vagina. As I touched her clit, my heart leaped with excitement and anticipation as her whole body shuddered and a sharp, deep moan escaped from her lips that were parted slightly. Staring deeply into her eyes, which were misty with excitement and pleasure, I took her hand and slowly slid it downwards until it was close to me then I pressed it right against my pubic mound and, opening my thighs a little, I slid her fingers right onto the soaking lips of my vagina. I watched for any sign of apprehension in her eyes as she touched my most womanly of places, but there was nothing other than pleasure and excitement making me momentarily wonder if she had done anything like this before. As I stroked around her clitoris so I pushed my crotch towards her, hopefully invitingly and, sure enough, she accepted that invitation for her fingers slithered around my lips before coming to rest right on my clit. Gazing deeply into each other's eyes and occasionally touching the other's face, eyes, hair or mouth we caressed the naked vaginas and clits until we both shuddered to yet another wonderful orgasm.

After that there really was no stopping us. The barriers had been broken and Karla's acceptance of lesbian lovemaking knew no bounds. She seemed to understand that what we had done so far was just the starter in the feast of lovemaking acts available to two women. She even began to take the lead a little. I was sitting up with my back against the headboard of the bed when she leaned across and cupped my breast and fondled it lovingly. Holding the boob in her hand and squeezing it with just the right amount of pressure, I was thrilled to watch her head move closer and closer to it, her tongue between her parted lips as it neared its destination. As her tongue ran across my nipple, my heart was pounding with anticipation and the joy of her now, full and willing participation. I sighed with pleasure as she started to suck that aching bud and I held her head and ran my fingers running through her silky hair as like a child at a mother's teat she suckled on me. Sucking, kissing and gently chewing with the innate skill that only a woman can really possess, she made me feel wonderful, so feminine and so desired. She did this to both breasts her fingers flitting over my thighs and tummy as her mouth, tongue and lips did such delicious things to me. Then, I feasted my mouth on her small breasts and nipples loving every taste and feel of them, I was thrilled by the writhing of her body and the sighs and moans she made expressing the pleasure and excitement I was giving her.

I ease her onto her front and softly massaged her back. Starting under her hair on her neck I lovingly stroked and caressed her smooth skin moving slowly but inexorably downwards until I was massaging, well caressing really, the two pert cheeks of her deliciously taut bottom. I cupped them and squeezed them. I kneaded and stroked the lovely curves as my fingers slid into the crease between them and I pressed and stroked her there, loving the little grunts and sighs that slipped from her lips as my touch brought a particular surge of pleasure to her. I was thrilled to see her legs suggestively opening further. I could see the pink wetness of her sex invitingly on display and I stroked its velvet-like surface loving the way that with each touch further grunts and sighs came from her mouth and her little shudders went through her body.

I lay between her spreaded legs my arms around her holding her breasts my crotch pressed against the base of her spine. As I started to move and grind myself against her bottom simulating the actions that many men had done on both of us I heard her gasp with such intensity and say, "Oh yes Jayne yes, fuck me, please fuck me now."

What music that was to me eager ears and I did exactly what she asked. I thrust myself against her, my mound sliding from the base of her spine through the crack in her bottom and onto the back of her lips and then back again. I did this time and time again as we both sighed and moaned at the wonderful feelings we were both gaining. Both in that marvellous state of being near to, but not quite at, our climaxes she pushed me off and, pushing me onto my face she did the same to me until we both went over the edge and climaxed together.

This time though we didn't stop, we didn't rest, we didn't pause in our lovemaking.

She showed absolutely no resistance as I knelt and bent my head towards her tummy indicating very clearly that it was time for us to move to the next level of lesbian lovemaking. The taste of her was marvellous, but that was overshadowed by her reaction as my tongue found her clitoris between the silky folds of her vagina.

"Oh God, yes Jayne, yes," she nearly screamed as her entire body bucked like a horse being broken in and as her hands gripped my hair that was tumbling onto her waist and tummy. She started to cum almost immediately her body lifting off the bed as she pressed herself harder against my tongue. She was hurting my head with the way that she gripped and pulled my hair, but the pain was meaningless compared to the pleasure we were both gaining from me orally fucking her. Her climax just went on and on or, maybe she had a series of them, for neither of us seemed to know or care so deeply were into this. How long I sucked and licked her I have no idea. All I do know is that we both went on such a wonderful journey of sexual pleasure that we finally shuddered to a conclusion in each other's arms my mouth, still covered in her juices, firmly grinding against hers.

It didn't, of course, stop there. It couldn't, it wouldn't have been right for us to finish like that for we both now wanted to go further. I wanted more from her and she wanted to give me that. With no encouragement at all from me, for I realised only too well what a commitment it is for a woman to make oral love to another, her head slithered down my body so that her face could go between my thighs that I gratefully and so welcomingly parted for her. It was one of the most gorgeous feelings I'd ever experienced from sex when Karla's tongue found my clitoris and stimulated that so sensitive part of my body. I pulled her onto me so that I could return the favour at the same time and felt so elated when she straddled my face the wetness of her vagina just inches from my face. And like that in the classic sixty-nine position we made the fullest love that two women can do without the aid of other instruments.

Our lovemaking carried on throughout the night and we spent the best part of the next morning sleeping and cuddling and making further love. We slept with each other on each of the remaining nights I was there and had a tearful parting when I set off from the airport with both of us saying how we'd keep in touch back in the UK. We did phone and had several chats but, somehow, meeting up again never materialised. Deep down I guess we both took it for what it really was I suppose, just another holiday romance. But to me, in many ways, it was more than that, much, much more. It was my first seduction and from that I got such pleasure not only from the sex, but more so, from both being in control and leading and teaching her. My excitement came not just from the pleasure she gave me, but also from seeing her reactions to what I was doing to her.