by Rebecca Foxx
"I just wanted to tell you that that girl, that 18 barely legal 18-year-old," Cassidy said. "She was fucking hot."
Shelley's eyes open wide. What? Did she really just say that Amy was hot? And in such a casual, relaxed way? As if she enjoyed the spectacle of the young girl's naked form in Shelley's apartment. Is that really what she was suggesting? And if that were the case, what would it mean?. So many thoughts swirled in her mind as she stared across the table into Cassidy's smiling eyes.
"I see you're little surprised," Cassidy said. I guess you thought that I would be jealous or something, right?"
Shelley swallowed hard. Was she wrong for thinking that Cassidy was jealous of the younger woman in her life? She'd been convinced of that but now as she observed Cassidy's confident demeanor, the idea that she was jealous began to seem sort of ridiculous. In a strange way that was a great relief to Shelley.
"I have to admit," Shelley said. "You completely throw me off guard sometimes. This is so crazy. I don't know if I love you or I like you or what but I just I really want to keep you in my life."
15 minutes later the two women were tearing at at each other's clothes and kissing hungrily, as the elevator took them to the 14th floor of Shelley's building. They barely made it down the hall and into Shelley's apartment before they were ripping each other's clothes off. They were two women in heat, in need of sexual healing. But it wasn't gonna happen in the bedroom. They weren't going to make it that far.
"Oh, God I want you so bad," Cassidy said, ripping off Shelley's top and bra, grasping her full breasts, and squeezing them, then sucking and nibbling them.
Shelley threw her head back and moaned. She could feel the pleasure dampening her panties. She wanted to slide them off. But there was no need to.
Cassidy sensed what she wanted. She tore the panties off and flung them dramatically across the room. Then she smiled and kissed her lover on the mouth.
"I want to taste your pussy so bad," Cassidy said. "So fucking bad."
She began to kiss a trail of saliva down Shelley's chest and stomach and into the hairy tuft that rested just above the clit head, which was swollen and engorged with blood, supersensitive. Cassidy smiled when she saw that beautiful, bulbous head. She flicked her tongue at it once, twice, three times. She dipped down lower and began licking, from side to side, up and down, and diagonally.
Her mouth slowly filling with juices, Cassidy continued to flick and tongue the clit head and then she put her whole mouth on it and sucked. Shelley's body began to tremble as she approached a powerful orgasm. She could feel herself gradually, slowly, losing control.
Cassidy pulled her mouth out from Shelley's sweet, wet,,,, dripping pussy and began kissing her, sharing her juices with her. Shelley loved the taste of herself. It was so primal to taste your own juices. She loved when a woman, after eating her out vigorously and expertly, would tongue kiss her deeply. It was time for some trimming, some hard pussy rubbing. But before they get to that Shelley's phone started ringing. Cassidy's eyes shot wide open. Something clearly had popped into her head. She looked at Shelley and smiled seductively.
"Are you going to answer that?" Cassidy said, lifting an eyebrow.
Shelley was panting, trying to catch her breath. Her whole body was covered in sweat and still quivering with delight from the licking that she'd just received. She could barely hear the phone ringing. She felt as if her body, mind, spirit had been transported.
"I don't think so," she said. "Why did you stop?"
"I think you should pick it up," She said.
Shelley shook her head, confused. She wasn't quite sure what the hell was going on. They'd been having so much fun. She wanted to get to the trimming, to feeling their wet and hairy pussy's rubbing up against each other, as she went headlong towards her second orgasm of the evening.
"Don't worry," Cassidy said. "I'll get it but I won't look at it. I'll bring it to you, okay? But you have to promise one thing."
"What?" Shelley asked, skeptically, afraid where this might go.
"If it's that girl, that cute young 18 something girl that likes to prance around with her tits and firm ass on display, if it's her then you have the tell her to come over right now. Don't tell her I'm here, though. Just tell her to come over, wearing something sexy, ready to play."
"You can't be serious," Shelley said.
"I'm very serious," Cassidy said. "And you better do this right now. I think you owe it to me."
"Owe it to you? Is that what this is about," Shelley sighed and shook her head with a wry rise smile. Damn this woman was good. Really really good.
20 minutes later, Amy walked into the apartment wearing the shortest. jean cutoff shorts, sexy thong sandals and a tight top that showed off her abundant cleavage. What a hot little number!
Amy was holding a bottle of rum Bacardi Caribbean gold and a liter of Coke. She clearly wanted to party and turn up the heat.
Shelley greeted her at the door, hair disheveled and sweaty. Up until that moment Shelley and Cassidy had continued to play, to roll around, and suck and lick and taste and touch. But now things were going to get even hotter. Cassidy had gone to hide in the bedroom when the doorbell had sounded.
Amy and Shelley hugged and kissed and then their attention was arrested by the site to Cassidy coming down the hallway, letting her robe drop to the floor, showing off her thin, toned body. It was a site for both Shelley and Amy to behold. Amy seemed impressed, very impressed, by the older woman's body.
Cassidy was almost 20 years older than her. It was as if Amy had never seen a mature woman's body, quite like that ever before and had never realized how beautiful older bodies could be.
There was nothing that the three women needed to say. They knew what was going to come next. They hugged each other and began rubbing their bodies back and forth. Cassidy took hold of Amy and pushed her down on the carpet.
"You just lie there, girl," Cassidy said. "Momma is going to take care you."
Cassidy got on top of the younger girl and began tribbing wildly, thrusting her pussy into Amy's, both of their bodies gyrating back and forth, a thick layer of sweat breaking out over their skin.
Shelley couldn't just sit there. She went straight for Amy's firm tits squeezed and sucked on them. And then she went to her mouth and kissed her deeply.
"Sit on my face to my face," Amy said. "I want to taste your ass and your pussy. Just rub them back and forth in my face."
Shelley didn't need to be asked twice. She got into position, squatting over the young girl's face, moaning with deep pleasure when she felt Amy's tongue licking around the rim of her asshole, then darting in and out.
An electric feeling shot through. She could feel herself coming. She began to touch clit. Eyes closed, she moaned and moved her hips back and forth and let Amy's tongue slide from her ass to her pussy, back and forth.
The next thing she felt was a tongue pushing down her throat, hands taking hold of her face. She opened her eyes it was Cassidy kissing her, loving her, staring deeply into her soul. And then in one triumvirate, unforgettable, climax all three women lost control of their bodies, began to shake and tremble as their spirits were in enraptured by a powerful orgasm.
What an ecstatic experience! And it certainly wouldn't be their last. All three of them wound up spending lots of time together over the next several months weeks. So far there is little jealousy between them. It's clear the long-term relationship will be with Cassidy and Shelley. That's something that they both want. Amy, on the other hand, clearly isn't ready for that, and she knows it.
She's mature to know that she's not quite mature enough for a serious relationship but that's perfectly that's fine with Shelley and Cassidy. They have no interest in pressuring her to do anything, except come over and play with them every few days or so. Amy has never once turn them down. And it's likely to be a long time before she ever does.
THE END
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Her Name Was Rio
Chapter 1
It was going to be another long day for Janet, another long, boring, monotonous day, answering phone calls from angry, confused, and impatient customers. She yawned and stretched her arms. She could've sworn that she'd been at work for hours.
When she looked at the clock she realized that barely 90 minutes had gone by. There were still another couple hours before lunch, the time she was actually allowed to leave her desk, to walk around downtown White Plains.
She would watch the other office workers, scurrying to and fro, looks of relief on their faces. They'd finally been set free, allowed to move of their own volition, able to talk beyond earshot of their superiors. That was certainly something to relish.
But at the same time, Janet couldn't help wondering how much longer she be able to endure this life of drudgery, this life that felt like one never-ending Groundhog Day.
It would have to end at some point. She would die of boredom and of loneliness. Yes, loneliness. That was another one of her problems. It had been weeks, months, years, even, since she'd had someone to call her own, since she had a boyfriend or a lover.
Of course, like most young women, in that late 20s to early 30s demographic, she'd tried many different online dating forms: Match, Cupid, Tindr, and whatever else there was. None of it worked. She still found herself, as her 30th birthday approached, just a few months away, in the unenviable position of being a single young woman stuck in a dead-end job.
Aided by several cups of really strong and sugary coffee, Janet managed to get through the morning. But just barely.
"Hey, Janet," one of her coworkers said. "Want to go down to Chipotle?"
"Chipotle?" Janet said, raising an eyebrow. "Do you really want to eat there?"
"What do you mean?" Lisa asked. She had blue eyes and round cheeks and blond hair. She was about 60 pounds overweight but there was still something lovable and adorable about her, and somewhat naïve as well if she was willing to go to Chipotle, a restaurant that had come under tremendous fire for its health and safety standards for the last few months.
"Have you been paying attention to the news?" Janet asked with a slight smile on her face.
"No. What are you talking about?" Lisa asked.
"What I'm talking about is lots of people have gotten sick from eating there over the last few weeks."
"Well, what does that have to do with us. That was on the West Coast. Wasn't it?"
Janet shook her head and got up from her chair, placing both hands on Lisa's shoulders and smiling.
"You're so cute, you know that," Janet said. "Let's go La Hacienda and get some burritos. Nobody's gotten sick there lately. At least I don't think so."
"Okay, sounds good to me," Lisa said.
Janet called La Hacienda and ordered them both burritos. Veggie for her. Chicken for Lisa. The place was only a few blocks away. Janet was definitely hungry but more than anything she'd looked forward to walking those few blocks, sucking in the fresh air, absorbing the sights and sounds.
The women walked out of the building and headed to the restaurant.
"What do you think about the new phones?" Lisa asked. "Isn't it exciting that we get almost a 20% discount now?"
Lisa's eyes were wide with excitement. She had a big dopey smile on her face.
Janet shrugged. She didn't know how to respond.
Sure, it was great that the company was being a bit more generous, raising the employee discounts from 17% to 20%. A real cause for celebration. Not. At least not for Janet.
"I don't know," Janet said. "I guess that's great."
"You guess it's great, what is that supposed to mean? There's no guessing about it. It's such an awesome thing for a company to do."
Janet shrugged again. She didn't feel like getting into an argument, not over something so stupid and pointless.
"How long have you been working for AT&T?" Janet asked.
"August will mark my 11th year in the company, Lisa said with a bright-eyed smile. "How about you?"
"What about me?" Janet asked thrown off and flustered for a minute as she tried to comprehend what she'd just heard. 11 years. 11 years of answering phone calls, taking complaints dealing with idiotic, impatient, disrespectful customers. 11 years, how was that even possible? How could someone tolerate doing such mindless, monotonous work for such a long period of time?
Those questions and many more swirled in her mind.
"Is everything okay?" Lisa asked, reaching out and taking hold of Janet's arm.
The two women stopped walking. Janet could feel herself hyperventilating. She could feel the sweat breaking out on her forehead. She needed to sit down, get control of herself.
She was having a panic attack. It was something that had troubled her during her college days, especially during exams. When they all stacked up on top of each other, when she had one paper due in the morning and two tests in the afternoon.
It would all become way too much for her. At first, she tried smoking cigarettes to get through it: pack after pack, her fingers turning yellow, all of her clothes reeking of tobacco, her breath stinking. It was a disgusting habit. She knew that, but she still couldn't help herself.
Once finals were over, she would begin chewing on that nasty nicotine gum, doing a 14 or 28-day regimen, fighting against the addiction that had only taken a few weeks to build up.
She finally got in control of herself. Lisa took a handkerchief out of her purse and handed it to Janet.
"Thank you," Janet said. "I'm a real mess. I don't know what's wrong with me."
"It's okay," Lisa said," gently and compassionately rubbing Janet's arm.
The two women had never really been close. They'd never spent any time with each other outside of the office. But in that moment, Janet felt a strange sense of connection with her.
"Thank you," Janet said. "You're very sweet."
"Do you think that maybe it's time for you to get away for a bit?" Lisa asked. "This might be the perfect time for you to take your two weeks."
Janet's eyes open wide with surprise. She hadn't been thinking about taking her vacation. But it seemed to make so much sense.
For the rest of the afternoon, Janet felt as if she were in a trance. Lisa's words continue to reverberate in her mind. Why hadn't she thought about that herself? Of course, she could get away for a couple weeks. But where would she go? It had been so long since she had traveled.
She almost forgot what it felt like to walk through an airport, or to sit on an airplane. But despite how long it had been or maybe because of that, she could feel the excitement bubbling inside her.
When her shift finally ended, she stood up and raised her arms in the air triumphantly. The end of work always brought about a surge of energy and adrenaline.
She was free at last! What did she plan on doing for the rest of the day? Something fun and exciting? Something that would make her feel like she was actually living, as opposed to just slowly and miserably, dying?
Nope, she had no big plans. There was absolutely nothing of any real interest that she did when she got off work, despite how much she yearned throughout the day for 5 o'clock.
Before leaving the office, Janet walked over to Lisa's cubicle.
"Thank you so much," Janet said, squeezing her tightly.
"What are you talking about?" Lisa asked.
"What you told me at lunch," Janet said. "Your suggestion."
"Oh," Janet said. "You mean about taking some time off, right?"
"Yes, that's exactly it. Thank you so much," Janet said staring and smiling at her coworker with immense appreciation.
"So where do you think you're going?" Lisa asked.
Janet sighed and closed her eyes as her mind began to drift off into faraway and exotic locales where she could rest and tan and rejuvenate over the next couple weeks.
That day, instead of going straight h
ome, walking the seven or eight blocks to her apartment, Janet decided to stroll around the downtown area for a bit. She began to wonder how much longer she would be willing to complain about her life, to bitch and moan and lament, without actually doing anything that would change her condition.
Maybe things weren't that bad after all. Maybe she just enjoyed complaining, making a fuss out of nothing. It was hard to tell, hard to be sure at this point. She would have to think about it much more.
When she finally tired of walking, she decided to go back home. Instead of turning on her TV as she usually did, flipping aimlessly through the channels, she went online and began googling popular two-week vacation places.