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My name is Christine. I'm twenty-six, single and work in marketing
support for a high-tech computer company. I had to go to Las Vegas
for a four-day trade show, and at the end of the first day of
standing in heels talking to customers for ten hours, my feet and
legs were killing me. One of our sales reps, an attractive brunette
from Seattle, asked me if I wanted to share a cab back to the hotel.
We had struck up a friendship during the day, and I was happy to have
her company.
Her name was Laura and she appeared to be a year or two older than
me. During our brief lunch break together, I found out that she was
divorced and lived on her own. She had been with the company for
three years and was very good at sales. While working the booth, I
caught myself admiring Laura's slim figure: her legs very long and
she wore her skirt about mid-thigh. She got a lot of second looks
from the men that wandered on to our booth. Her eyes were a deep
shade of green, and her dark hair was long and flowed down below her
shoulders. Between the two of us, we seemed to spend more time
turning down propositions for dinner than discussing computer
technology.
As the cab pulled away from the convention center and headed towards
the Vegas strip, Laura said, "If I had one more guy hit on me today .
. ."
"Tell me about it," I said. "Is getting laid the only reason these
guys come here?"
"I spend all my time fighting them off."
"I just want to get to my room and collapse," I said. "My feet are
killing me."
"I feel the same." Laura brought her right leg up and took her high
heel off, rubbing her foot. Her long legs parted and her dress rode
up her bare thigh.
I'd kill for those legs, I thought, realizing I could also see a
hint of her black panties. I was very proud of my legs but seeing
hers made me determined to start working out again.
"Think I'll order room service," I said, trying not to be obvious
that I was staring. "That way I don't even have to go out again."
Laura caught me looking and smiled. Then she said, "Hey, I've got
an idea. Why don't we order room service together. We'll get a
bottle of wine and just relax. It'll take our minds of the show."
"I love it," I said, intrigued with the idea of spending the evening
with this beautiful woman who so freely showed me what most of the
men at the booth were dying to get at.
All the people from my company were staying on the same floor of the
hotel, so when Laura and I got off the elevator and found that our
rooms were adjoining, we started laughing. "You didn't plan this, did
you?" she asked.
I wasn't sure what she meant, but it did make for a very convenient
evening. "I'll meet you inside," I said as we unlocked our respective
doors.
I tossed my purse on the bed, slipped my heels and pantyhose off,
removed my earrings and bracelet, and then went and opened the door
between our rooms. Laura did the same on her side almost
simultaneously and we both laughed again. I really liked the way she
smiled, it made me feel warm and at ease.
"So what shall we have?" Laura said. We sat side by side on the
couch and she placed her arm around my shoulders and leaned into me
to study the menu I held open in my lap. She had applied a subtle
perfume before she let me in, one that I didn't think she was wearing
in the cab. Was it just to freshen up or was it meant for me.
Either way, the delicate fragrance was enticing.
After scanning the selections, we chose a couple of Italian dishes
and a bottle Chianti. Waiting for the food, we relaxed and talked
about the show, the company, and life in general. I felt very
comfortable with her and I thought she did the same with me. She
told me about her divorce and how she hadn't dated much since. While
she spoke, she brought her leg up, resting her foot on the edge of
the couch. Once again, I received an alluring view of the inside of
her thighs and a hint of her crotch. I assumed she was just relaxing
and tried not to stare as I gave her the rundown on all my failed
romances too. I had to admit, I was intrigued with what secrets lay
hidden just out of view.
The food arrived and it was delicious. We quickly killed the bottle
of wine and ordered a second. I don't drink much, and the alcohol
went right to my head. Judging from Laura's silly giggles, it was
having the same effect on her too.
Finally, we just sat and stared out the window at the Vegas strip
below. "If my feet would only stop aching," I said. "I can't believe
I've got to endure this for three more days."
"I've an idea," Laura said, and placed a gentle hand on the back of
my neck. "I used to work as a therapeutic masseuse. What if I give
you a massage. I guarantee I can make you feel better."
"Laura, that sounds wonderful." Despite the pain of my feet, I was
feeling very warm and relaxed from the wine. I figured a quick
massage and I'd be off to bed.
"Okay, but first, you've got to get comfortable," Laura said. "I want
you to strip down to your underwear."
"Just to do my feet?" I asked.
"Christine, I said I was a therapist. If I can make your feet feel
better, think what I can do to your legs, back and arms."
"This is sounding better all the time," I said, thinking how much I
needed to relax before having to do the show again tomorrow. Without
hesitating, I slipped out of my dress and blouse. Standing in my
bare feet with only my panties and bra, I turned around to find that
Laura had taken off her clothes as well. I couldn't hide my surprise
as I looked at her shapely body. She was more beautiful that I
imagined. Her skin was a flawless olive color, her breasts filling
her black silk bra fully. She wore string bikini panties that
tightly clung to the bulge between her legs. So much so, that I
could see the distinct lips of her pussy through the thin material.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
"Sorry," I said, shaking my head. "I stood up too fast and the wine
made me dizzy." What was I doing? I was alone in a bedroom, almost
naked with this beautiful woman, and I was staring at her crotch.
Suddenly, my body was very hot and I felt a tingle between my legs.
"Okay," Laura said, "lay down on your stomach.
It was a king size bed and I moved to the middle and rested my head
on my arms. I felt her climb on behind me and I closed my eyes and
wondered where this whole thing was going.
"Now, just relax and breath normally," she said. "Let me do all the
work. You just enjoy, OK?"
"You're the boss," I said as I took a deep breath.
At first I didn't think she was going to do anything at all. It was
a full thirty seconds before she touched me. Finally, she took my
left foot and started rubbing it, kneading the bottom, gently working
the tender flesh.
"That's nice," I said, amazed at her ability to make the ache go away
so quickly. She massaged each toe and them my heel. It was
wonderful. Then she took my right foot and did the same, quickly
relieving the pain and replacing it with pleasure.
I was floating on a cloud, letting my mind drift with the warmth of
the wine and enjoying her gentle but firm touch. Then Laura went
back to my left foot. This time, she brought my foot up so my lower
leg was sticking up in the air, bent at the knee. I felt her scoot
her body up, positioning her bare legs on each side of my. The touch
of her skin against mine made me aroused. Next, she let my foot rest
on her chest, and with a surprise, I realized the top of my foot was
touching her naked breast. Now I knew what she had done in the
thirty seconds before she started. She was naked.
Laura positioned my foot until her nipple was resting on my big toe.
As she continued the massage, she swayed her body so her nipple
gently rubbed across the top of my toes, and I could feel it grow
hard. Then she slid her hips forward until my knee was in her crotch.
I felt her moist pubic hair on my skin and I gasped. I had never
touched another woman there in my life. She was wet and didn't seem
to want to hide the fact as she rubbed herself on me, using my knee
to masturbate.
I felt my pulse quicken and my breathing increase. What was
happening? Should I stop her? Between the wine and her wanton touch,
my body was on fire. I didn't know what to do. I had never been
intimate with a woman before. Did I want to keep going? Was she
seducing me? Planing to make love to me? Did she have any idea how
turned on I was?
Then, ever so gently, she took my big toe in her warm mouth and
caressed it with her tongue. This sent me over the edge. My mind
raced. I was so aroused, I couldn't think straight. I was burning
up with a forbidden desire to have sex with her.
I opened my eyes and looked toward the dresser. In the mirror, I
could see Laura making love to my foot. Watching her love me was the
sexiest vision I had ever seen. Then she turned her head and looked
into the mirror and our eyes met. With one glance, I knew this had
been no accident, no spur of the moment idea. From the instant she
had parted her legs for me in the cab, she had planted the seed of
lesbian lust. The spider had its victim, I thought, and the victim
was dying a happy death.
While she watched me watching her, she took each toe into her mouth,
licking, sucking, running her tongue between them. With my foot
resting on her breast she brought my other one to her mouth, kissing,
licking, loving.
Her hips moved in a sexy circle as she ground her pussy into my bent
knee. I could hear her breathing increase and I felt her wetness
flowing out onto my leg. Then she slowed down and moved my leg from
between hers. She leaned forward, and with the touch of a feather,
she took the top of my panties and slid them over my ass and down
along my legs. Slipping them off my upturned feet, she then spread
my knees apart and started rubbing the back of my calves and thighs.
As she worked her way along my legs, she bent over and I felt her
breath on my ass. Then she was kissing my cheeks and her tongue was
in my crack. She was smelling me, licking me, tasting me. When the
tip of her tongue found my anus, she moaned as she breathed in deeply.
I watched her reflection in the mirror through a sexual haze knowing
that I didn't want her to stop. She was electrifying my body,
setting me on fire. My desire for her mouth, her tongue, her touch,
her lips, was overwhelming.
Laura played with my anus, letting her warm saliva drip onto it
before licking it clean. Then she spread my legs wide and laid down
between them. Her hot, wet mouth moved down until she was lightly
kissing the lips on my vagina. I was about to explode as the heat
built between my legs. I couldn't wait for her to put her tongue
inside me. My clitoris was throbbing, begging to be sucked. The
inside walls of my vagina quivered in anticipation of her entering me.
I could feel pre-cum flowing out of me. My heart raced. I closed
my eyes and let her take me to a place only two women can go. As I
experienced the most incredible climax of my life, I couldn't wait to
hold Laura in my arms, smother her with kisses, and spend the night
making love. And that's exactly what we did.
The next day at the show, I could think of nothing but Laura. As we
talked to customers or wrote up orders, we would sneak a smile or
wink at each other. Once, she was standing next to me, and over the
noise of the crowd, she leaned into my ear and whispered, "If you're
not too busy tonight, maybe we could get together and fuck each
others brains out."
I hoped no one could see me turn bright red.
We found ourselves alone once in the small employee break room, and
for a delicious thirty seconds, we French kissed. I adored the sweet
taste of her lipstick, the allure of her perfume. Another time,
Laura squatted down behind a counter to get some brochures out of a
drawer. When she saw me a few feet away watching her, she slowly
spread her legs and my eyes grew wide as I realized she wasn't
wearing panties.
"Are you trying to make me come right here?" I whispered to her a
few moments later.
"Of course not," she whispered back with a giggle. "I going to make
you come tonight after dinner. I just wanted you to see what you
would be eating for dessert."
Each day, we played little sexy games all day and then rushed back
to the hotel to make love. It was a tearful scene at the airport
when we finally had to say goodbye at the end of the week. We had
made love that morning in bed and again in the shower, and almost
missed our planes. We spend our last moments together French kissing
in a stall of the ladies room. As we kissed, Laura reached under my
dress and caressed my pussy. "God, I'm gonna miss you," she said.
"Especially my girlfriend down there." She had started calling my
pussy her girlfriend, and now she used her finger to push the thin
material of my panties in between its folds.
"I'd die if I thought I wouldn't see you again," I said, holding her
tight.
"There's a trade show coming up next month in New York. Will you be
there?" she asked.
"Only if you will."
"I can't wait," she said, giving me a final rub between the legs.
Then she said, "Don't fuck anybody between now and then. Save it all
up for me."
"I've already started," I said.
We headed for our planes, and as we hugged goodbye, Laura whispered
in my ear, "Christine, I love you."
Then she broke from my arms and ran down the concourse. As she
turned and waved, I knew I was just as much in love with her, and
couldn't wait for her to be in my arms again.
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