Breaking Point Pt. 06

XIV

Back on the tour, Paula was on her own again for an event in Guadalajara, Mexico. She had travelled there the previous year with her mother, who had fallen sick (she said it was something she ate, but Paula thought it was because she hadn't been careful to use only bottled water, especially when she brushed her teeth). This year, then, Jennifer was giving it a miss.

The first person that Paula looked out for when she hit the practice courts a couple of days before the tournament proper began was Adriana. She learned, though, from one of the other girls that Adriana would be flying in on the morning of the first day - apparently, she'd had to return to Romania to attend to some family matters.

On the Saturday evening Paula was eating at a restaurant she had discovered the previous year when a blonde woman, around 40 years old, took a seat at an adjoining table. Listening to the woman talking with the waiting staff, she could tell she was English. Since Paula had only just received her starter, she caught the woman's attention and asked her if she would like to eat with her.

The woman was delighted to accept the offer and the introductions were made. Her name was Sophia, and she hailed from London. Paula felt a frisson of excitement run down her spine as she shook hands with the woman, who was very attractive, though several inches shorter than her.

She was wearing a long-sleeved champagne satin blouse and a pair of white jeans with a brown belt. The sleeves of the top were rolled up in a chic casual manner and the deep V neckline showcased her boobs perfectly. On her feet she was wearing a pair of four-inch camel nude heels. She was without doubt an extremely classy lady and super hot.

Paula took in the wedding ring on her finger at a glance. The sight of it sent her heart racing. What fun it would be to introduce this woman to the joys of Sapphic sex!

They got chatting and it was as if they had known each other all their life. Sophia showed Paula photos of her two children and her husband, Gordon. She had only married him recently after parting from her first husband, who she described as something of a rake. Paula wanted to say that only a fool or a blind man would take an interest in other women when he had Sophia to come home to every night, but she thought better of it. She knew she had to keep her powder dry.

Dry is hardly the word to describe her pussy as she sat there listening to the blonde beauty's cut-glass English accent and a succession of hilarious stories she told deadpan, involving a cast of characters out of a Wes Anderson film. She found it hard to believe that she was an accountant. Not only an accountant but a vice-president of her city-based company. Not that she boasted about her status; it just came out naturally in the conversation.

When Paula told her she was a professional tennis player, Sophia was genuinely interested. She prompted Paula to talk about herself with a few well-chosen questions. Unlike so many men she met, she didn't want to take over the conversation or tell her everything she knew about the sport, the business aspects, the global politics of its leadership, etc. etc.

When they decided to skip dessert, the most important decision still lay before them. It was still relatively early, Paula didn't have a court booked till the afternoon and she was horny as hell. They ordered a herbal tea and Sophia asked to be excused for a minute. On her way to the restroom, she stopped by the cashier to settle the bill. Once she got to the washroom, she went into a cubicle, took a fresh pair of panties from her handbag and did a quick change. She also took the opportunity to apply just the faintest amount of scent. Not enough to make her seem like an old tramp on the make, but enough to signal her intentions to this nubile young woman, who she felt pretty certain might be up for a bit of fun.

When Paula offered to pay her share of the bill, Sophia brushed it off with a 'Next time.'

'At least, she offered,' thought Sophia. 'Just about every English person I know would have said "Thank you" and that would have been the end of the matter.'

They walked out into the evening air. It was noticeably cooler now than it had been earlier. Just as Paula was about to suggest that they have a nightcap at her hotel, which was just around the corner, Sophia pre-empted her by suggesting a spin in her car.

'It's being brought up by the valet,' she told Paula.

'I know a nice place we can visit,' she added enigmatically.

As rentals go, it was definitely at the higher end of the range. Although Paula didn't know much about cars - she drove a sponsored Mini Cooper - this BMW 4 series convertible was stylish and sleek. She got in next to Sophia and fastened her seat belt. Would she be in for the ride of her life, she wondered. She certainly hoped so.

They drove up into the hills north of the city. It was a clear night and as they climbed the air became noticeably cooler. Paula enjoyed the feel of the wind in her hair. The noise made conversation difficult, but both women were content to inhabit their own world and think their own thoughts. As it happened, their thinking coincided on the same subject: how much each would like to ravish the other.

After about 20 minutes, Sophia turned off the road onto a track. Ahead of them, silhouetted in the moonlight against the skyline, Paula could make out a large rock, shaped like a tooth.

'That's El Diente,' Sophia said. 'We'll park over here, where there's space for a single car, then have a little walk around. You get very nice views from up here, even at night.'

They got out of the car and Sophia led the way to a viewpoint. It took them only a matter of minutes to reach it. Paula sneaked ahead of the older woman, although there was only a small amount of space between Sophia and the railing. Sophia didn't step back to afford her more room. They stood there, very close together, so close that Paula could hear Sophia's breathing and feel her warm breath on the back of her neck.

Sophia thought of pushing Paula's ponytail to one side and kissing the girl on the nape of her alabaster neck, but decided she wanted to take things slowly, really slowly. She wanted to savour every single moment of what she was certain could be a monumentally memorable evening, if she played her cards right.

'It must be beautiful up here during the day,' said Paula, fully aware of Sophia's close presence.

'It's just as beautiful at night,' the Englishwoman whispered in Paula's ear, resisting the impulse to place her hands on the tennis player's to-die-for waist.

Sophia wanted to hear Paula beg - well, not exactly beg - but to hear her express her desire overtly, even flagrantly. She was very turned on by the idea that this elite professional athlete wanted to make love with her, frumpy old Sophia.

As if reading her mind, Paula leant back into the older woman, offering her virtually no other option than to place her hands on her. Deciding that this move was overt enough, Sophia placed first one hand, then the other, on the girl's midriff, just inches from her firm, ample boobs.

Sophia let her hands find their own way up Paula's torso until she could feel the wire of her bra cups. A deep sigh from the girl was sufficient invitation for the hands to advance until they were covering - gently covering - those gorgeous orbs.

Sophia massaged the boobs with increasing pressure, eliciting a distinctly more vocal response from the American. Then, without warning, she tugged the shirt from Paula's waistband and moved her hands up over her diaphragm to her tits.

'Yea!' moaned Paula, as the hands, dispensing with formalities, went straight under the bra and cupped the tender mounds.

Paula gasped. She never thought things would move so fast. The upper-class Englishwoman was now as it seemed to Paula exploring her breasts, as if she were checking for something. Her touch wasn't a doctor's touch, though; it was more like a specialist's - a specialist in deriving the greatest pleasure out of the female anatomy.

'I'm so glad I bumped into you,' Sophia said in the cut-glass accent of hers. 'I've been feeling so horny all day.'

'I feel like I'm the lucky one,' said Paula, aching for Sophia to place her fingers on her nipples.

'No way!' exclaimed Sophia. 'You who could have your pick of anyone, and me, just a dowdy middle-aged woman.'

'I'm not going to do it,' Paula said sternly.

'Not do what?' said Sophia, kneading her boobs a little harder.

'Give you the compliments you are looking for.'

'I see - playing hard ball, are we? Then maybe I need to do something to change your mind.'

Sophia scraped her fingers along Paula's yielding skin until they found her nipples.

'They are quite the little towers, aren't they? Rather like chimneys.'

Paula drew her stomach in instinctively, hoping that the blonde would send one hand down under her panties and into her sex.

Sophia knew that trick - she had tried it plenty of times herself - and ignored the girl's too obviously expressed desire.

'Patience, my dear,' Sophia breathed in Paula's ear. 'Patience.'

Paula wasn't going to play second fiddle to Sophia's virtuoso, though. Turning her head, she opened her lips slightly and planted them on Sophia's mouth. Sophia was only too willing to return the kiss, adding her tongue almost immediately and manhandling Paula's tits.

A large bird, perhaps an eagle, took off from its eyrie, its wings making a noise that reverberated among the rocks.

'I'm going to make you fly like that bird,' whispered Sophia. 'Would you like that?'

'Yes,' Paula sighed.

'Then let's go back to the car.'

XV

Paula was disappointed that their special moment in the mountains had been cut short so suddenly. She so much wanted to make love alfresco, but she decided she'd just go along with the Englishwoman's wishes.

Once they got back to the car Sophia didn't waste any time.

'Recline your seat half-way,' she told Paula.

Overjoyed that the action she craved was about to begin in earnest, the tennis pro did as she had been bidden. She started to take off her polo shirt but Sophia stopped her with a 'tut tut!'

'My privilege!' she said with a hint of faux exasperation in her voice.

She tossed the shirt on the back seat and made short work of the bra.

'Ever done it in a car before?' said Sophia.

'No,' Paula responded.

'Neither have I,' said the older woman, clamping her mouth on Paula's breast.

'I didn't know sportswomen could have such large boobs,' Sophia said, seemingly in earnest. 'How do you cope?'

'I get by,' said Paula, enjoying the nutty banter of this sexy English woman.

'I'm sorry,' Sophia continued. 'You would like me to suck on them?''

'Very much,' Paula replied, thinking how much Sophia reminded her of another English woman, whose name eluded her.

Back went the mouth flush over Paula's nipple.

'No teasing this time,' Paula thought - with just a tinge of regret.

Sophia alternated driving rakes across her stuff nubs with very determined sucking. At first Paula thought it was a little unsophisticated - even crass - but that was before the liquid state of her pussy began to tell her otherwise.

'You're really good,' Paula said, not caring how ingenuous she might sound.

'Put it down to experience,' Sophia said, pulling down Paula's sweatpants.

'Do you always dress so casually?' Sophia suddenly asked.

Paula laughed and told her she wasn't expecting any company that evening.

'Not going on the prowl, then?' Sophia added.

Paula laughed again - louder this time - and helped Sophia ease her trousers down over her knees.

'I have to prepare for my match on Monday,' the young American said.

'So, am I help or hindrance?' Sophia asked.

'A little early to tell,' Paula replied, while Sophia got rid of her trainers and her socks.

'Well, let's say I'm on probation. I perform my prescribed duties as well as I can, then you do your appraisal and we take it from there?'

'Sounds good to me,' said Paula, lifting her bottom so Sophia could dispense with her pink panties - incredibly sexy strappy-back high-leg thongs.

Holding them up, Sophia complimented Paula on her choice, lamenting that such a style would hardly suit her these days. As fishing expeditions go, it was pretty successful. Paula, who had only made a last-minute decision to wear the sexiest undies she had brought with her, told Sophia that she would look good in absolutely anything.

Paula looked on as the older woman undid the buttons on her blouse, removed it and carefully folded it before laying it carefully on the back seat.

'Cost a pretty penny, that did!' she said, in answer to Paula's questioning gaze.

'Nigell Lawson, the chef! That's who she reminds me of,' Paula cried to herself.

Paula watched closely as Sophia reached back and unhooked her white bra.

'Ready for the revelation?' Sophia asked.

Paula merely nodded her head in response. She knew the straps were hanging loose, but the bra proper had scarcely shifted a millimetre. It was as if there were some adhesive keeping it in place.

Sophia, enjoying the way the girl was transfixed by her little show, crossed her hands above her boobs and adopted a suitably bashful look. It was as if she were being told to strip by someone who had abducted her and held her life in their hands.

Using the index finger of each hand, she flicked at the material and - eyes trained on Paula's - sat there impassively as the bra dropped to her waist.

'Fuck!' Paula cooed. 'They're fantastic.'

Sophia was pleased to find that the allure of arguably her greatest assets remained intact.

'I guess you'd like to have your way with them,' Sophia said, beckoning the girl towards her.

Paula shifted into a semi-kneeling position on her seat and gazed at the married woman's tits. They accommodated their slight sag with grace. They were wonderfully made. All that was missing was the worship they deserved. Paula was quick to put that right.

Knowing that time wasn't of the essence, she decided to take it nice and slow. First, she took Sophia's breasts in her hands as if she were weighing them. She was certain they were weightier than hers, even if, size-wise, there wasn't a lot of difference.

Sophia was looking at her in a way Paula couldn't quite describe: partly, with a kind of knowing look that said, 'Not many women - or men, for that matter - can resist me,' partly with a more melancholy look that said, 'I too can feel vulnerable.'

Paula was on the point of unclasping Sophia's belt when she had a change of mind.

'No, while I'm licking her superb boobs I'll drop my hand down onto her sex the way I wanted her to do when we were out by that rock.'

Before Paula had the chance to start on Sophia's breasts, the Englishwoman asked her to let her hair down. When the golden tresses ran free, Sophia whistled in appreciation and told Paula she was perhaps the most beautiful girl she'd ever met. She could only think of Petsi - her former Swedish au pair - who could compare with her. She wanted to do so many things to this nubile young woman! It was all she could do not to push her back onto the passenger seat and plunder her.

Instead, Sophia pushed her seat back and eased it into the reclining position. Leaning across her, Paula began licking Sophia's left breast - the one which was further from her. Using her right hand to cradle the breast, she fed the index finger of her left hand into Sophia's mouth. Sophia happily sucked on it, unwittingly following the rhythm of Paula's licking of her breasts.

When Paula captured Sophia's nipple between her lips, the older woman let out an audible sigh. When, perhaps a minute later, she caught it between her teeth, the 39-nine-year old mother of two emitted a sound that sounded like the distant rumble of thunder.

Paula was still set on plunging her hand down Sophia's jeans, but first she would need to undo the belt, pop open the button and loosen the zipper. For the first operation, especially, she would require both her hands, so she removed her finger from Sophia's mouth and - doubling up on her tongue work on her boob, as if in this way she could mask her intentions - she loosened the belt. Heart beating fast, she made short work of the button, then yanked down the zipper.

'God! You're suddenly moving fast!' Sophia said.

Not wanting to be drawn into a conversation with the Englishwoman at this point, Paula moved her mouth onto Sophia's right tit, moving her right hand to the vacant left one and gently squeezing the swollen nipple. Then, having set up the diversion, in one easy motion, she pushed that same hand under the hem of Sophia's panties and marvelled as Sophia's slick vagina swallow up her index finger.

'Wow! Fuck! Heavens above!' Sophia cried, opening her eyes which had been closed for several minutes just in time to see a bird's silhouette cross the gap between some rocks.

Paula pushed her finger deeper into the older woman's pussy and began to pump her vigorously, suddenly intent on bringing her off. Simultaneously, she began to kiss Sophia with a turbo-charged intensity: teeth mashing against teeth, tongues battling for supremacy - no holds barred.

Sophia could feel the orgasm building inside her. It was on such a different scale and of such a different order than the climax she'd given herself that morning before the meeting with her clients. That one had been so transitory and superficial; this one, on the other hand, threatened to tear her apart.

'Fuck! Oh fuck yea!' she yelled, her voice re-echoing in the little amphitheatre where she had parked.

Sensing the time was ripe, Paula tugged Sophia's jeans down to her knees, had time to appreciate the apricot colour lace panties before removing them too, marvelled at the totally smooth, shaven mons, then brought her tongue onto the luscious outer lips, shaped, as far as Paula could make out in the moonlight, like delicate petals.

'Oh my god, girl!' Sophia groaned.

Paula licked up and down the cleft, using her fingers to part the labia and give herself easier access. This woman tasted so good! Like strawberries and cream. She had told her over dinner that she lived near Wimbledon. Maybe there was some connection.

When Paula sought out and found Sophia's clitoris, the reaction was if anything even more dramatic than anything Paula had already witnessed. It only took five or six lashes with her tongue to send the blonde, already at fever pitch, completely over the edge, her screams loud enough to send a pair of roosting birds flying into the night sky.

'My god, girl, that was good!' Sophia purred, pulling off her panties and jeans, so that she too was naked.

'I do, though, rather feel you jumped the gun. As your host, I consider myself to have - well, to have had - droit de seigneur, first dibs, if you know what I mean.'

Paula was rather confused, but nodded along anyway. Just listening to Sophia talk in that upper-crust way of hers was reward enough.

'Now,' Sophia said, looking at the layout of the car, 'I think I'd like you the other way. Head against the top of the door, right foot on the dashboard, the other foot here on the back of your seat. That's it, it needs to be in a more upright position.'

Paula lay there splayed out like a sacrificial victim on an altar. The priestess was Sophia. Only the priestess had the power to decide whether she would live or whether she would be offered up as a votive offering. Paula was rather hoping for the latter.

'Okay, lovely,' Sophia continued. 'Now, where shall we start?'

'Let's have a little kiss first to show there are no bad feelings.'

Saying which, Sophia clambered part way over the centre console, her pussy lips touching the gear shift as she made the manoeuvre.

'Wow!' she gasped. 'There's an idea for a rainy day!'

Because Paula was following orders by placing herself so far back, Sophia made a kind of belly-flop onto the girl's torso. Sensing the discomfort which this could bring her, she pushed herself up so that she was, by and large, supporting her own weight. Having got herself into this position, she figured she didn't have much time to do what she had set out to do.

'I want to feel your tongue, babe,' she coaxed Paula.

The American responded by driving her tongue as far down Sophia's mouth as she could manage. Once again, their teeth ground together, as did their well-matched boobs. Sophia slid back a little way so she could give Paula's breasts - well, actually the nipples - another going-over. After two abortive attempts, she managed to find the gear shift, rubbing against it and on top of it until she felt it on the verge of penetrating her slick pussy.

'God, that feels good,' she told herself.

'But, first things first!'

She latched onto each of Paula's nipples in turn, feeling the increase in the girl's pulse rate - as well as her own. Suddenly, the lights of a car swung over and past them. Paula anxiously began to say something, but Sophia told her not to worry. All cars would go straight to El Diente; none would bother turning off the road into this cul-de-sac.

Paula took Sophia at her word. After all, she had been here before; she would know about vehicle movements. In point of fact, Sophia was totally winging it, but she wasn't much bothered either way. The idea of being watched from a distance as she ate this girl out was a terrific turn-on for her.

Paula was struggling with so many thoughts and emotions. First, there were her lingering concerns about the possibility of people intruding on their lovemaking. Then, there was the viability and sustainability of the position Sophia had placed her in. Sure, she was flexible, practised yoga every day, etc., but she didn't think this slumping (which she assiduously avoided) would be doing any good to her back and her fitness. And her health always came first.

The light disappeared as the car was parked, and the faint sound of voices could be heard. Sophia could still, though, sense Paula's misgivings, and the only way she knew of quelling them was by focusing her mind on something else. That 'something' was staring her in the face.

When Sophia's tongue landed on Paula's pussy, all bets were off. The older woman had provided herself with such unrestricted access to her pussy that she was able to drive her tongue far deeper than either Adriana or Jack had done.

The result was predictable: within a minute - you could actually measure it in seconds - Paula was on the cusp of climax.

When the orgasm came, all Paula's concerns and natural caution went out of the window. Her screams were so loud and so long that Sophia was anxious lest the visitors to the rocks might hear them and come to investigate.

As it happened, no one walked their way, and just a couple of minutes later - while Paula was still recovering from her experience - the arc of car headlamps swung across them once more, as the late-night moon watchers headed back to the city.