They finally got out of the tub and Sophie took a quick shower.
Clive was waiting for her in the living room. “I enjoyed tonight.”
She moved close and slid her arms around his waist. He was back in his shorts, but nothing else. “Me too.”
“Do you think we’ll be able to do it again soon?”
She smiled, kissed his neck. “Oh, I’m sure we will.”
He nodded. “Good.”
They said their goodnights, and Sophie left. It was just after ten-thirty when she got home.
Jim seemed surprised to see her. “You’re early.”
She dropped her bag onto the chair and shrugged. “We didn’t want a late night because we have a group meeting first thing in the morning.”
“Oh well. I was just off to read in bed. You coming up?”
She shook her head. “We ended up not eating, so I’m a bit peckish. May do myself cheese on toast.”
“Okay, see you in a bit.”
When Jim headed upstairs she made her way to the kitchen, impressed at how easy it was to lie.
* * * *
Walking into the arrivals lounge at Vienna airport on Friday evening, Sophie saw Anja immediately. She was dressed all in black—long-sleeved sweater, knee-length skirt, opaque tights and ankle boots. Anja raised her hand and smiled. They approached each other, embraced and walked from the airport holding hands.
Anja’s apartment was in the Prater district of the city. She explained it was once infamous for being the red light area before the laws changed and prostitution became legal. By the time they’d got back from the airport, it was nine o’clock.
“There are many nice bars close by,” Anja explained.
Sophie looked down at her clothes. “Shall I change?” She’d travelled in jeans and a round-necked jumper, with ankle boots.
Anja shook her head. “No, you look good.”
Sophie held eye contact for a second. “Good enough to eat?”
“Definitely. And I will, when we get back later.”
The women left the apartment and walked arm-in-arm down the streets, which were crowded with other young people. They visited three different bars, having a couple of drinks in each. Sophie was pleasantly light-headed when they got back to the apartment just after midnight.
Without saying a word, Anja took her hand and led her to the bedroom. There she slowly removed Sophie’s clothes and lay her on the bed. Anja stripped and knelt between Sophie’s legs.
“I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you.”
Sophie bit her lip, looked into Anja’s dark eyes.
Anja ran her fingertips down Sophie’s stomach. “I was jealous when I watched Stefan and Lukas fuck you…”
“I never knew their names.”
Anja shrugged. “Cocks are important, names not so much.”
Sophie shook her head. “Cocks are nice, but pleasure is important. Cocks are just one way of getting pleasure.”
Dark eyes smiled down at her. “Yes, just one way.” Anja lowered her head.
Sophie felt her clit enveloped by a warm pair of lips. A tongue slid over it, teeth nibbled at it. A sigh escaped her lips when she felt gentle sucking. Fingers slid through wet folds and Sophie moaned quietly. The fingers delved inside and her moans grew louder.
Anja sucked and licked Sophie’s clit, and when she pushed her fingers against her g-spot Sophie came with a spasm like an electric shock, her hips rising off the bed.
There was a wetness between Sophie’s thighs which she didn’t understand. At first she feared she may have wet herself, but Anja moved her fingers again and Sophie came again. This time she saw clear juices squirt out onto her lover’s hand. Sophie’s legs were trembling and her heart was thumping in her chest.
She looked at Anja. “What the fuck just happened?”
“You came.”
“But… How did you…?”
A chuckle deep in Anja’s throat suggested to Sophie that this wasn’t the first time Anja had made a woman do that. “You like?”
“God, yeah. You should teach men how to do it.”
Another chuckle. “No, I think I keep this for me, and my girls.”
Sophie held her hand out and stroked Anja’s breasts. “Come sit on my face. Feed me your cunt.”
Anja smiled. “As you wish.” She repositioned herself.
Sophie stared up at the dark mass of pubic hair, then closed her eyes and pulled the other woman down onto her. She kissed, licked and sucked, her fingers gripping the soft flesh of Anja’s hips.
Sophie’s only previous experience with another woman had been with Sara. Anja tasted different. It was still the taste of a woman’s sex, but distinctly different from Sara’s. Sophie wondered if it was down to the types of soaps the women used. Whatever it was, Anja’s taste turned her on. Sophie lapped and probed and flicked her tongue until she heard Anja cry out.
By the time the other woman raised herself up, Sophie’s face was drenched in her lover’s juices. Anja moved down the bed and lay on top of her, their breasts crushed together. Then they kissed, gently but passionately. They both started to gyrate their hips, their pubic mounds pressing together.
The rhythm sped up slightly, but there was still a gentleness to the movements; nothing was being pushed inside, so there was no need for deep thrusts. Their kissing continued, and Sophie whimpered into Anja’s mouth as she neared her orgasm. Anja responded by kissing more passionately, pushing her tongue further into Sophie’s mouth. The women’s hands were clasped together by their sides, fingers entwined.
They came almost simultaneously, and both cried out while their bodies squirmed and twisted together, as if joined. Eventually they became still. Anja kissed her on the cheek, and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Sophie woke up alone. She could smell coffee brewing and smiled as she lay back in the bed, the sheets twisted from their passion. Last night had been a great success. She’d expected sex with Anja to be tender and gentle, which it had been for some of the time. But Sophie was surprised by the intensity of the passion they’d shared. Anja had given her orgasms unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and she wondered if Jim would be able to accept that. Maybe she’d keep some of the details of the feelings she’d experienced to herself.
Anja returned carrying two mugs of coffee. She was completely naked, her body lithe and graceful. She smiled when she saw Sophie was already awake. “Good morning.”
“Hi.” Sophie took the coffee, secretly wishing for a cup of tea. She had a bit of a headache.
“You seemed to have slept very well.” Anja lowered herself into bed.
“What do you expect? You plied me with drink and then fucked my brains out.”
Anja chuckled. “It was you who kept ordering drinks, and it was you who kept turning me on and demanding more of me.”
Sophie smiled, a little embarrassed. “Anja, last night, what you did…”
“Hmm?” Big brown eyes smiled back over the rim of her cup.
“I don’t think… Well, I know—that’s never happened before.”
Anja shrugged. “Everyone squirts, we just need to be finding the right buttons.”
Sophie shook her head. “Well, you found them. It was incredible.”
Anja nodded. “Good. Now, today I thought I’d show you some of the museums, and tonight… Tonight, we go dancing.”
Sophie smiled. “That sounds like a great plan. Will you also be giving me incredible orgasms?”
Anja shook her head, laughing. “You’ll have to wait and see.”
They showered, dressed, and called in a nearby shop for pastries to eat on their way. They spent several hours in modern museums and art galleries. They had lunch in a bar on the side of a river called the Donaukanal, which Anja explained meant Danube canal. Apparently it was a small waterway which fed into the larger river somewhere outside the city. They returned to Anja’s apartment in the late afternoon, and Anja suggested they have a nap before getting
ready to go dancing.
The women stripped and got into bed. They lay in the semi-darkness of the pulled shades and cuddled.
Anja snuggled close. “Tell me about your life, Sophie.”
“My life?”
“Yes, I’d like to know more about you.”
“Well, I work in an office writing regulatory documents. I’ll be thirty-years-old next March, and I’ve been married to a man called Jim for almost six years.”
“Tell me about your sex life, and how it started.”
Sophie giggled. “My sex life started a long time ago. I lost my virginity to my childhood sweetheart and had another serious boyfriend while at university. Most other sexual partners were casual relationships until I met Jim.”
Anja was silent, her fingers drawing lazy circles on Sophie’s arm.
“We were happily married for five years before anything happened with anyone else. At least I assume we were—I never cheated. But we used to tease each other about inviting someone to join us for a threesome, like a fantasy date.”
“Man or woman?”
“Either, I suppose. But looking back, I wanted a man. Then an old friend of Jim’s—a guy I’d never met—announced he was emigrating and asked Jim to meet for drink before he left. So I went along and we involved him in a threesome without him ever finding out I was Jim’s wife.”
Anja smiled. “Sneaky. Was it worth it?”
“Oh yes. The sex was great, and it opened the door for what we have now.”
“Swinging?”
“Yes, or maybe an open marriage would be more accurate. But we learned things about ourselves during that first night. Jim discovered that he likes to watch, and I discovered that I like being watched.”
“So that’s how you got involved with G-J? He likes to watch also, I think.”
“Yes, he does. But me and Jim both sleep with other people. We’re happy for each other to have great experiences.”
“Was this how you first slept with other women, or had you done it before getting married?”
“No, I’d never done it before. You’re actually the first woman I’ve had as a one-on-one. My only other times with a woman were with men present as well.”
Anja smiled. “I like that, thank you.”
“So what about you? Tell me about your life.”
“I’m thirty-four. I never married, but did live with a man for three years in my early twenties. I lost my virginity to a woman wearing a dildo when I was a teenager. I sleep with men and women, though I prefer to sleep with one at a time.”
“But you’ve tried threesomes?”
Anja laughed. “Oh yes, and fours and orgies. But I don’t like to share.”
Sophie smiled. “How did you meet G-J?”
“At an after-show party in our theatre.”
“At an orgy?”
Anja shook her hair back from her face. “Not so much orgy, but it was a party where there was a lot of sex.”
“Have you slept with him?”
“No, I have not slept with G-J.”
Sophie nodded.
“But I have slept with Stefan, one of your dancers.”
“Bitch!” Sophie laughed. “Which one was he?”
“The short-haired one.”
“Ah, right.” She moved her hand to stroke Anja’s breasts. “Are we going to make love again?”
Anja nodded. “Yes, but not until we’ve been out dancing.”
The women settled and drifted off. Sophie slept peacefully for almost two hours.
When they woke, the women took a shower together. Sophie stood facing the showerhead, with Anja directly behind reaching round to gently wash her stomach and breasts. The hands glided down to her pubic hair and washed there, too. Then Sophie turned round and took the soap from Anja. Sophie gently washed the other woman and held her close as the water cascaded over them. When they returned to the bedroom, Anja announced she would do their makeup.
Sophie sat down on the bed wearing just a pair of white panties and had her face made up. There was no mirror close by to see what Anja was doing, but she could tell from the things she used it was something off-the-wall. When it was finished she was allowed to approach the mirror.
Sophie’s jaw dropped. Anja had given her a white face with black lipstick, green eyeshadow and a bright red line running from below one eye, over the bridge of her nose to under the other eye.
“I look like Adam Ant!”
Anja chuckled. “Now to get you dressed.” She picked up something that looked like a torn piece of fabric and handed it to Sophie, who held it up in front of her.
It looked like a khaki tie-dyed t-shirt which had been shredded. “What do you want me to do with this?”
Anja laughed and lifted it above Sophie’s head. “Put it on.”
“Wait, I’ve not got a bra on.”
“Ah, no bra tonight.” She pulled the shirt down Sophie’s body.
It was ridiculously short, the frayed hem barely covering her backside. Sophie placed her fingers on her thighs where the material of the dress finished. “You cannot be serious.”
Anja was smiling. “Oh, but I am. She looked down at Sophie’s bare feet. You’re a size five, right?” Anja walked to her wardrobe.
Sophie was just about to ask how she knew when she remembered the ballet shoes with heels. G-J must have given the information, although how he knew her shoe size was a mystery.
Anja returned with a pair of sandals. They were white and had a tall stiletto heel and long laces which she wrapped up the leg and tied mid-calf.
Sophie walked over to the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door. The t-shirt-dress had rips in the material, strategically sited to show an inch or two of her stomach, and a flash of side-boob, and part of one shoulder. She knew there was also at least one rip in the back.
“You look good. Everyone there tonight will want to have sex with you, but I’ll be the only one who will. Go and mix us each a drink and I get ready.”
Sophie left the bedroom and went into the kitchen area, which was actually a large walk-in cupboard off the living room. She made them a rum and coke each, and added ice she’d found in the small freezer-box. She sat on the couch and realised how much of her body was on view.
When Anja came out of the bedroom, Sophie’s eyes opened wide. Anja had pinned her hair back and made her face in a similar style to Sophie’s—white foundation, green eyeshadow and black lipstick. But whereas Sophie had a horizontal stripe of red across her face, Anja had a diagonal zigzag ala David Bowie in the 70’s. Her dress was the same style as Sophie’s but in pink. Her shoes were heeled red sandals with an ankle strap.
Anja dropped a paper bag onto the couch and took her drink from Sophie. She held up her glass. “Prost! Here’s to teasing the boys, and pleasing the girls.”
Sophie laughed and drank half the contents of her glass. She was a little nervous about going outside dressed like this.
Anja smiled wickedly, then dropped to her knees by Sophie’s feet. “I have another surprise.” She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Sophie’s panties and pulled them down.
“No, no. There’s no way I can wear this dress without knickers on.”
Anja was smiling. “I agree, but just not these knickers.” She emphasised the word knickers, making it obvious it wasn’t a term she usually used.
Sophie lifted her feet one at a time to let Anja remove the panties, then stood with her legs apart while looking down at the other woman. She briefly wondered if they were in fact, going out at all. Maybe this had all been a ruse to get Sophie dressed to thrill and a bit on edge.
Anja reached over and picked up the bag she’d just dropped on the chair. She smiled as she brought out a new pair of panties.
Sophie frowned. The ones she’d had on were much sexier. “You want me to wear those?”
With a mischievous smile, Anja held open the waistband of the panties and tilted them for Sophie to examine.
Sophie’s eyes wide
ned. Sewn into the gusset of the panties was a short, thick rubber cock, maybe two inches in length and an inch in diameter. She looked at Anja and frowned. “Tell me you’re joking.”
“No joke. Wear these. When we dance, you’ll be glad you did.”
Sophie stared into her lover’s dark eyes for a couple of seconds, then lifted one foot off the floor. The panties were threaded over the shoe, and then the next foot, and slowly pulled up her legs.
When they’d reached just above Sophie’s knees, Anja gripped the small rubber insert in the gusset and looked up into her eyes. “Do you need me to lubricate this?”
Sophie bit her lip, “I’m not sure, want to check?”
Anja slid her hand slowly up the inside of Sophie’s thigh and ran a finger along the lips of her sex. “Just as I thought.” Looking into Sophie’s eyes, she made a show of tasting her moist finger, then stood and pulled the panties up the rest of the way, watching Sophie’s expression as the small rubber cock nestled between her labia. Bending slightly, Anja ran her hand over Sophie’s crotch, pushing the plug firmly into place.
Sophie breathed out and wiggled her hips, getting used to the insertion.
“Ah, one more thing.” Anja headed into the bedroom, and came back with perfume in an atomiser. She added a liberal spray to each side of Sophie’s neck, and then did the same to herself. “I love this smell—and want it on you tonight.”
To Sophie’s consternation, she was not allowed to wear a coat. They left the apartment and found a taxi at the corner of the street. Ten minutes later they were stopping outside a dark door in a dark side street. There were no neon lights or advertising signs for the place. Two large men in leather jackets stood aside and allowed them to pass, one of them pulling at the door handle.
As soon as the door was opened, the sound of heavy metal music hit them. Anja gripped Sophie’s hand and dragged her into the darkness.
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Chapter Seven
Jim sat back on one of the sofas at home and watched Sara sway to the music pulsing from the stereo. He knew Sophie would be enjoying her girly weekend in Vienna, and he fully intended enjoying himself, too.
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